When he saw my feelings were hurt he went on, "Maybe we can fix it. Come here."

When I went to him he folded the edges of the bottom so more of my butt showed. This didn't satisfy him so he pulled the whole bottom up into the crack of my butt so there was just a line down the middle. I felt good to have his fingers on my butt and I had to gasp when he pulled up on the back of the suit sliding the front against my pussy so I did not object when he turned me around and began to fold the top till it just hid my nipples. He told me to step back and turn around so they could check it out. He still wasn't satisfied and had me come back so he could fold the front of the bottom and pull it between the lips of my pussy. He wasn't satisfied until it was completely inside me. I started getting excited as he pushed, pulled and probed at my pussy. When they had me walk around and pose for them I could feel the cloth rubbing on my clitoris at every move. I was beginning to pant a little from the excitement When he said, "It looks great now. What do you think?"

"I feel more naked than when I am naked and I have this weird feeling in my crotch. I could never wear it like this in public. This is too naughty."

"Yeah it is naughty all right. You are a naughty girl. What happens to naughty girls?"

At this point Tommy began to lightly slap my bare bottom and pussy in case there was any doubt what happened to naughty girls. This only increased my excitement and I found myself opening my legs so he could have better access to my pussy.

"But you are the one that fixed it this way."

"Yes, but you let me. You never said no."

"O.K. You are right, but I don't know what it will add to fridays session."

"It doesn't have to wait till friday. We can do it right now."

"How? Mom and dad always say how many swats I have coming and we don't have anything to spank me with or any rope to hold me in place. I know I wouldn't be able to just stand there untied."

"That isn't a problem. We can use our pants and shirts to tie you, and our belts to spank you. I have a deck of cards and you can pick three out of the pack. Your guardian angel will tell us how many. If it is a number card you get that number, a jack will be eleven, a queen twelve, a king thirteen and an ace fourteen. If she doesn't think you need punishment you will just draw three twos."

"He knew I believed in my guardian angel as a log suddenly came next to me when I was swimming and saved my life. I knew that was the work of my guardian angel. My curiosity and my faith in my guardian angel decided me to do as he said.

When I drew the cards I got a ten, a king and an ace for a total of thirty seven.

Tommy said, "Wow. Thats a lot. Your Angel must think you were really bad."

I said, "I guess so." but I really thought my angel was going to help me over the threshold."

While I took off my bikini they removed their clothes and led me between two trees about five feet apart. They used their shirts to tie my arms high enough to put me on my toes then used their pants to pull my legs apart almost to the trees. This left me with all my weight on my arms and my legs spread wide. They talked about how great and womanly I looked hanging there as they felt my breasts, stomach and butt. I felt very proud and began to get excited. Even better My wish would be satified because even if I didn't get over the threshold I would be able to feel their naked skin against mine when I was loved after it was over. I had been a little disappointed my angel had not picked three aces as I was sure I would need forty or more to get over the threshold. Then Joe said, "Thirty -seven does not work out evenly. We will just go to thirty eight. O.K.?" I was too excited by now to talk so I just nodded in agreement.

As they stood on either side of me with their belts gripped by the buckles I noticed for the first time their dicks were hard and long. I had never seen them hard before and was fascinated as in my quick peeks at them naked, their dicks were much smaller and wrinkled. Now they were about three times longer and the skin was tight. I was still looking at them as the first lash came across my belly. The pain radiated to my crotch right away and began to bring on the excitement. As the second came across with Tommy's turn just below the first, it occurred to me that on my last session about fifteen of the lashes had been wasted as they were too high on my back or butt to radiate to my crotch. I may get over the threshold with only thirty-eight! By the fifth one they decided to move up to my breasts. From then on they just went from my breasts to my pussy causing stings and tingles that kept building excitement. I stopped thinking altogether and just concentrated on the growing excitement. I did not count the lashes so I don't know what number brought me over. I only knew the lashes stopped shortly after. I knew now why Mom could not explain this feeling. I could not put it in words either. The closest thing I could come up with is the rapture the church talked about when we all went to heaven. To my surprise and then delight Joe grabbed both cheeks of my ass and buried his dick in my snatch. I had no idea there was room enough in there for him, but it fit perfectly and caused me to continue my orgasms. I was disappointed when He pulled out and was thankful when Tommy replaced him. In too short of a time he was through and stepped back.

As I hung there covered with sweat, dazed, and pulsating with after shocks I heard Tommy say,

"Jesus Joe, Our folks will kill us for this."

"Who will tell them? We aren't and she won't either."

Actually I could hardly wait to tell mom I was a woman now and had made it over the threshold, and said,

"Why wouldn't I tell mom? I'm sure she will want to know that I had this wonderful feeling."

"Because she will know you are a slut! That's why. You shouldn't get those feelings till you are old. At least twenty."

"I knew what a slut was because one of the girls called another one a slut so I looked it up in a dictionary. I did not want to be one. I also remembered my mom said I would cross the threshold when I was an adult. I was still a kid so Joe had to be right.

"Please don't tell them. I don't want them to know I am a slut. I am too ashamed. I'll do anything you want if you don't tell them!"

"Well I guess that would be all right. As long as you promise you will do anything we want. If you don't want to do it you will have to get a whipping. I know you don't like getting whipped on your back."

That was true. For some reason I didn't understand only lashes on my butt and front caused excitement.

"Oh I agree. Is there anything you want me to do now?"

"No. It is getting late and they will wonder what happened to us. Tommy and I will think it over and come up with something tomorrow. How do you feel?"

"My nipples are a little sore, but otherwise I feel all right except for still feeling excited. I hate to have to put my clothes back on as I know the excitement will go away."

I was right, as soon as I put my shirt and jeans back on even though I had left my bathing suit off things rapidly returned to normal."

That night I decided to sleep naked. As I was reliving my experience my fingers began to idly play with my pussy. I had never done that before and was delighted to find it felt great to play with it as my imagination went wild with fantasies. I couldn't get the really great feeling I had with the boys but it was good enough for me to know I would be spending a great deal of time doing it from then on. The bad side was that it seemed to be absolute proof I was a slut and that I deserved all the punishment I could get. This left me in a quandary since I had learned to love being punished. The saving grace was that my folks seemed satisfied that I was learning from punishment even if I was beginning to like it a lot. I decided I would try whipping different parts of my body and if I really felt guilty about something I would ask them to whip a part that did not turn me on. I already knew one place. My back above my waist. I don't know how Joe knew unless he could tell by my reactions or the look on my face.