I found another loose tape and put it in. When it came on I was shocked to see that it was me. Now I understood why he had turned up the lights real bright and had fussed with a box on a tripod. I hardly recognized myself. I looked beautiful! The stretching had made my waist tiny to make my boobs look bigger and I had a strange look of excitement on my face. When the whipping began I could almost feel the lashes and dug at my wet pussy as I watched. I really understood the other tape because I was screaming and sobbing like the other girls but I knew it was not pain but excitement that caused it and sucking dicks seemed to be standard thanks for getting so much thrills.

I found another tape. This one was with women getting whipped. It really looked like they were being hurt terribly but I recognized the fact that they had just reached an even greater level of orgasm because they almost always became unconscious from the intensity of their thrill.

In the last scene a woman was whipped with a whip like the one in the drawer. I knew her! She was the lady in the apartment above us. She was as old as mom but she had a real nice body with a slim waist and boobies bigger than mine. When she was hung up with her arms and legs spread she really looked frightened and begged him not to hit very hard.

He said, "You agreed to pay your rent by accepting a whipping and you owe a lot. I will hit you as hard as I think necessary to make sure you have the rent next time."

He went to the drawer and returned with the whip. Her eyes bulged when she saw it but she must have resigned herself to it because she just whimpered then tightened her stomach muscles and clenched her eyes shut with no other protest. Each lash left six red lines. I thought she hated it at first the way she was thrashing around and screaming especially when it dug into her nipples but when he got to her crotch she was pushing her pussy out to meet the whip. I decided it must be six times as exciting. The woman in the scene seemed to cofirm that. She was thrashing around and screaming like crazy trying to get over the threshold to the great release. She obviously got there because she threw her head back and howled then passed out.

Just watching made me excited so I got the whip and hit myself with it. It just hurt and I realized it was only good when someone else was doing it with the extra excitement of being tied and helpless.

I noticed the clock and hurriedly dressed to get home before mom got mad.

This time she gave me my four dollars so I went to bed. She turned up the radio and was singing along with it in her raspy voice. Since she was not looking at me I began to think about the tapes I had seen especially the one with the terrible whip, and played with my pussy but I couldn't get the big release no matter how long I did it so I just gave up and went to sleep.

The next day I felt a little frustrated knowing Mr. Mills would be gone another day. Now that I had a decent dress and shoes and had become better about keeping clean and keeping my hair combed a few of the girls had started talking to me. Now that I had money to eat in the cafeteria at noon I got a chance to talk to them. A girl named Mary joined me at my table. Just after she sat down a boy came over to tell her to be ready to go at six because they were going for burgers before their movie date. She got up to give him a quick kiss. When he left he said, "Be good kid." and gave her a spank on her butt.

I felt a twinge in my clit and said, "Does he spank you?"

She blushed and said, "Just when he says I have been naughty. He doesn't hit hard. I don't mind."

"Yes I know. My boyfriend spanks me too. It is really exciting isn't it?"

She looked at me kind of funny then said, "Yes I guess it is. It sure makes him excited. I didn't know you had a boyfriend. Maybe we should double date."

I was sure she would think Mr. Mills was too old to be a boyfriend so I lied and said my boyfriend went to another school. She seemed to confirm that all girls liked to be spanked.

The bell rang and I went to my next class.The teacher was an old skinny woman who wore long black dresses and had her hair in a bun. A lot of the girls were wearing shorts or mini-skirts since it was almost summer and hot. Evidentally one of the girls in the front row had not pulled her skirt down when she sat down because the teacher had a fit. She told the girl to pull down her skirt and then went into a long lecture about how girls had no decency and morals anymore thanks to TV and rock and roll and that if she had her way the school would have a dress code. The girls would have to wear skirts no higher than their knee and they would have to wear loose blouses so they would not be flaunting their breasts. The kids just laughed so she looked mad and turned to put our homework on the blackboard.

I looked around to look at all the bare thighs and then began to imagine Mary being spanked by her boyfriend. I began to get really excited and when I saw the principal in the hall I pulled him into an empty clasroom and told him I felt guilty and needed a spanking.

He grinned at me and said, "Do you feel really guilty or just a little guilty?"

"Awful guilty. I need a long spanking."

"Alright but I am tied up till four oclock because of a teachers meeting. Can you stay after school?"

I told him I could stay till seven thirty. He smiled big and gave me five dollars so I could get something to eat while waiting for four thirty.

School was out at three and that was the longest hour and a half I ever spent. I ate as slow as I could but I was still back at the school by four hiding in the bushes watching the big clock over the front door and cars leaving the parking lot. At four twenty the janitor I had been watching turn out lights in the classrooms came out and locked the door behind him. Now there was only one car in the lot so I cheated a little and ran to the door to knock on it frantically.

He finally heard me and let me in to take my hand and lead me to his office. Then he went to his desk and opened a big drawer while saying, "Since you are volunteering for this spanking I will let you choose the instrument."

He put the ruler on his desk, then a wooden paddle, and finally a whip with four long leather straps about an inch wide coming out of a handle.

I picked up the whip and said shakily, "Use this."

"That is made to be used on bare skin."

"Oh yes. I should be naked. I have been really naughty. I have been flaunting my breasts."

He looked surprised then pleased and said there was not enough room in the office and led me to the gymnasium.

He told me to undress and seemed really pleased when I took off the tiny panties then he had me hold on to a trapeze while he taped my hands and wrists to it. He went over and turned a winch to raise my arms till my toes left the floor.

He came back to caress my butt and breasts saying how beautiful and firm I was. I enjoyed the attention but I was anxious to get to my orgasm. and said, "Whip me. Please."

He started whipping my butt and when it must have been red enough to satisfy him moved down to my upper thighs. This hurt more which just made it more exciting and I spread my legs so he could get to my even more tender inner thighs. This must have pleased him because he said, "Good girl! Keep them open."

He stepped behind me to forehand and backhand my inner thighs to make sharp stings just below my pussy as my body pulsed and I moaned just at the edge of orgasm then he brought the lash up from the floor to sting the whole face of my pussy. I came and screamed. He didn't understand! He stopped and I clenched my legs together to rub my stinging pussy lips while he stepped in front of me and said, "I'm sorry. That must have been too painful. That is enough."

My orgasm was going away and I sobbed "No. Don't stop! Do my front!"