I had a pretty uneventful childlife till I was thirteen. My menstrual cycle started and my breasts had changed from just lumps to a 32 "C" that got the attention of boys. I enjoyed the admiration and became a cheerleader to provide an excuse to show off the legs that now had a good shape and my tight round butt in my tights. By the time I was fourteen my boobies had grown to a 35 "D" and all the exercise had shrunk my waist to 23 inches to make my boobs look even bigger and my butt cheeks became firm and round. I was really proud of my body since showing it off as a cheerleader got me tons of dates. I only let them fondle me except for the qurterback who wouldn't accept "No." and that was not enjoyable so I double-dated from then on to prevent a re- occurrence. I became to hate my body later because of the trouble it got me into.

That fateful morning it was really important for me to get to school because we were having a pep rally for the up coming game and I loved them since we would get all the attention that was often diverted at the games. I was dressed in my short cheerleaders skirt and tight sweater and had spent a lot of time on my hair and make-up to be perfect. I spent too long at it and missed my bus.

I ran after it but the driver didn't notice. When I stopped cursing the fact that I would have to walk the two miles to school a car stopped beside me.

A nice looking man in a suit told me he had noticed I had missed the bus and offered me a ride to school. He was about my Dad's age and looked respectable so I jumped into his car.

I kind of ignored his small talk thinking of the pep rally when he suddenly turned into the entrance to the freeway.

I frantically told him he was going the wrong way but he just said he thought I was going to another school and he would just take the next exit.

When he went past that one I became alarmed and told him to stop and let me out.

At that point all pretense stopped. He took out a gun and told me to shut up and get down on the floor. I begged him to let me out and that my folks had no money for ransom.

He just laughed at me and said, "I know that. I have been watching you for a long time flashing your butt at the games. Haven't you seen me?"

I hadn't but that was not surprising since I had no interest in old men. I had been concentrating on the reactions of the boys as I twirled to show off my curves.

I began to beg him to let me go and when that didn't work jumped up to try to open the window to scream. I suddenly saw stars when he hit my head with his gun. Then he yelled, "Get your ass back on the floor and shut up or I will hit you again only this time I will knock you out."

I crumpled on the floor sobbing as he drove on for miles then I saw trees in the windows and realized we were going up in the mountains. We must have driven another hour over roads that kept getting rougher until he stopped.

When he got out I scrambled out the door and began to run but then I heard shots and saw bark fly off a tree near me. I fell onto the ground and curled into a ball waiting for a bullet to plow into my body.

He came up to me and said If I tried to run again he would shoot my legs then grabbed my arm to drag me to a log cabin.

I stood in front of him sobbing scared to death while he began to talk in a stern voice.

"You girls make me sick! You have no respect for your elders and become prick teasers the moment you get breasts. I have seen you doing your best to excite those pimply boys. You should be ashamed."

I protested that I was just doing the standard cheers to get people excited over the game not me and pointed out I was no different than the other cheerleaders.

He really frightened me then by saying, "I know. Once you have learned respect and obedience I will get them as well."

He just watched me for a while quaking in fear then said, "Let's see that body you are so proud of. Take off your clothes. All of them! Do it nice and slow."

Naturally I refused and hugged myself to try to hide.

"Just as I thought! You have no sense of obedience. You will have to be punished!"

He snapped handcuffs on my wrists and used them to drag me to the center of the room to a rope hanging down from a ceiling beam then tied the rope to the chain of my cuffs. He walked to the side of the room and began pulling down on the rope to pull up my arms till my feet left the floor. The handcuffs were really hurting my wrists but he made it even worse by dragging over a big pipe with cuffs welded to the ends. He put a cuff on my ankle then pulled my other leg apart to put on the other cuff. The pipe must have weighed about fifty pounds which really hurt my wrists and now my ankles. I hung there sobbing while he went outside.

He came back in with a willow branch about six feet long. He began stripping off the leaves and branches while he said, "I got you a nice fresh one so it can wrap around your legs. You will soon be begging me to let me see you naked when they are red from your knees to your crotch."

That really scared me and I sobbed, "No don't hit me. I'll take off my clothes."

"God. You are such a slut! You are willing to show me your tits and pussy before you are even hurt. Have you no shame?"

I cried in frustration. By not being obedient I was going to be punished but If I agreed I was a shameless slut.

He said, "It is going to take a lot of lashes to get those long legs red."

I looked into the mirror I was facing and saw what he meant. The shoulder straps to my skirt had pulled up the hem until it barely covered my butt.

I whimpered, "No. Please no." but he ignored me.

He stepped back and began whipping my legs. He took his time starting just above my knees and slowly working up the back of my thighs. I gasped at each one then screamed when the sharp sting hit right at the juncture of my thighs and butt. It hurt awfully and seemed to get worse when he started on the front of my legs. I watched in fear as it started up heading toward my pussy. I strained to tuck it in out of danger as the branch became periously close.

I lost my view as he stepped in front of me to cause much sharper pain as he forehanded and backhanded against my tender inner thighs. I screamed and screamed but he just laughed and told me I could scream all I wanted because there was no-one around for miles.

The whip began to get really close to my crotch and I panicked. I began to yell that I would do anything he wanted if he would just stop whipping me.

He stopped and said, "You would say anything to get a break but I will give you a little test. If you will ask me to give you ten more on your butt while you bend over holding your skirt up to your waist I will let you down."

"No. Please! I will take off my clothes for you."

"That is not what I asked for."

He began hitting me again but now every lash was going to my tender inner thighs millimeters from my pussy. The pain was awful! I began to blubber,"I'll do it. I'll do it."

He stopped again to say."You'll do what?"

I sobbed, "I'll hold up my skirt while you hit my bottom ten times."

"That was then. You missed your chance, Now I want twenty spanks."

I sobbed but I just could not stand anymore on my thighs. "Please let me down. I will hold up my skirt so you can give my bottom twenty spanks."

He said, "Now you are learning." and went over to loosen the rope and then took off the cuffs. It was really a relief and I rubbed my sore wrists then caressed my poor legs covered with dark red stripes while he took the cuffs off my ankles.

He led me a few feet forward then had me bend over and pull up my skirt to my waist. I was glad my satin panties would help protect my bottom. They helped a lot! It was not nearly as bad as being hit on my thighs and I cursed myself for not agreeing to ten.