"No. Your belt is too mean but what is that other tree. It looks like a whole tree of whips."

"That is a willow tree. My dad used to cut switches off it to spank my sister since he thought she was too delicate to be spanked with the board he used on me. The welts go away in a couple of hours."

"Ooh that sounds exciting. Was she naked and did he let you watch them?"

"No. I would have loved that but he just had her bend over and hold up her skirt to be spanked on her panties. It was still pretty exciting though."

"She must have been prety brave to keep her skirt out of the way while her butt was being stung."

"Not really. He told her that she would get twenty spanks and if she let go of her skirt she would get twenty more. She was so scared at that she would pull on the skirt at each lash until it was clear over her head."

I wondered if she had become excited and had pulled the skirt higher to bare more of her body. I walked over to the tree and saw that with the leaves pulled off the limbs would look just like whips but they were real light and flexible so they shouldn't dig in like a belt.

Bob came over and said, "Dad would make her cut her own switch telling her it should be as long as she was tall. She would stall off the spanking by spending a lot of time picking out her switch."

"Maybe she wasn't stalling. She might have just been letting her excitement build up for the spanking."

"Possibly. She looked excited when she came back and gave it to him watching anxiously as he stripped off the leaves and twigs."

By then being surrounded by a sea of whips had me totally excited and I said excitedly, "Get some rope and something so I can cut a switch."

He ran back to the house yelling to Mr Mills, "She wants another whipping! Can you believe that!"

He came back and gave me a pruning lopper then went to the tree to tie on ropes while I felt and pulled on switches letting my excitement build just as I imagined his sister had until I found one straight one as tall as I was and stripped off all the leaves and twigs to have a whip about a half inch wide at the base going to a sharp point. I decided there should be no doubt that I wanted them both to hit me so I found another. I stripped off the leaves and branches slowly letting my excitement increase just as I was sure his sister had.

I walked to the tree swinging the whips to make a "Whir" sound becoming so excited I could feel the breeze evaporating the juice in my pussy.

Bob had brought dish towels to wrap arond my wrists and ankles to keep the rope from cutting me then they tied my ankles wide spread to the roots and threw the rope over the limb to pull me up tight until I looked like an upside down letter "Y."

My excitement continued to build as they fondled my body commenting on how stretched I was and how beautiful I looked with my waist so tiny.

Bob said, "Do you think you can take twenty like my sister?"

I thought if she could take twenty untied and holding position I could do it easily tied so I wouldn't have to concentrate on being still.

"Yes. Twenty to my back and twenty to my front."

Bob said, "Jesus! She is fantastic!"

Mr Mills said, "I'll do the front. You are too damn mean."

Bob complained, "That's not fair. I should get ten on the front." but Mr Mills said, "No way. Her tits and pussy are a lot more sensitive than her butt and thighs. I know how much she can take."

I was grateful he wanted to protect me and murmured, "Thank you."

Bob was anxious and I heard a "Whir" then a horrendous sting across both butt cheeks that made me yelp and strain forward. It was much worse than I had anticipated. Even though the switches were light they were so skinny they felt like I was being cut.

They must have wanted it to last because Mr. Mills waited until I stopped straining against the ropes before hitting across my belly button to make me yelp again and try to double up.

From then on they took turns with a delay between lashes and after four or five would stop for a minute to rub my welts as I sobbed, "Please not so hard."

Finally the excitement overrode the pain and I stopped yelping and just moaned without jumping so they began hitting faster and harder as I watched the switch dig into my breasts screaming when a tip hit a nipple. Towards the end Bob discovered he could cheat by bringing his switch diagonally down a buttcheek to let the end curl around and snap into my pussy to bring on loud screams until I became hoarse and then didn't care as fantastic orgasms ripped at my body.

When they finished they were so excited they jammed their dicks into my pussy and ass as I hung there to continue my orgasms.

For the rest of the day we just had sex with me sucking them to get them hard. Finally neither of them could get hard again so Mr. Mills took me home.

Mom was still not home.I was tired and took a nap. When I woke up I looked in the mirror and was amazed that Bob had been right. All the welts had gone away with just tiny bruises covering my body where the tips had hit.

Mom was still not home I really got worried. I remembered once she had drank so much she had got sick and was taken to a detox center. I looked around till I found their business card then went down to the pay phone to call them. The woman who answered said she was not there and suggested I call the police.

I did and they told me to come to the station and fill out a missing person report. This turned out to be a mistake. When the cop found out I had no relatives in town to stay with he called the welfare department and a woman and a cop took me to my apartment to pack my clothes.

They took me to a juvenile center that was really a jail. There was a big room with a lot of cots in it to sleep and a small cafeteria for breakfast and dinner. I hated it! They watched us all the time and we even went to school there. My only chance for any excitement was playing with myself after lights out and that didn't work because it was so nothing after my prior experiences.

To make matters worse they finally decided Mom was never coming home and said they would try to put me in a foster home but it was hard to find people who wanted to take anyone my age because so many of the girls my age were drug addicts or thieves. I really got depressed because it looked like I may have to stay there till I graduated from high school or became eighteen.

I was there almost a year before the woman who ran the place told me to take a shower and comb my hair because they had a couple who was willing to accept an older girl. I fixed up the best I could. My competition was a couple of cute twelve year olds and I was feeling down since they were younger than me. I was further discouraged when they were in the room with the couple so long indicating they must be interested in them.

My turn eventually came and I put on a brave smile to meet them in a conference room. They were reading my file when I walked in and he just waved me to a chair. They finally got to the last page and she looked at me and said, "Kim my name is Ann and this is my husband Bill. I am a school teacher and frankly we were hoping that we could find a girl about six so I could teach her. However I see from your file you have made good grades and have been in no trouble except for a couple of spankings from your principal for relatively minor infractions. How do you feel about those spankings? Do you hate him for doing it to you?"

"Oh no Mam. I deserved to be spanked. He was just doing his job."

That got their attention. Bill asked, "Describe your spankings."

"Well, He would have me lean over his desk then he would pull up my skirt to paddle my bottom with a long ruler. Once he used a whip."

"Did you complain about having to be spanked just on your panties?"

"No. I understood it would not have hurt much on my clothes. Especially the whip with the leather straps coming out of the handle. I had to be bare for that. I would have barely felt it over my dress and panties."