I began to sob, "No. Please no." as Sandra picked up the whip with an evil look on her face.

She stood by my side and said, "Brace Yourself." then hit my ass as hard as she could. I screamed as this terrible burn went across both cheeks. The people applauded and yelled encouragement.

She hit my ass seven more times just as hard with loud "Snaps" followed by my screams. Thankfully the nerves became a little dead towards the end and I just gasped as they hit. She must have realized I was not hurting so much so she stepped behind me to forehand then backhand my tender inner thighs to bring back the screams as the pain doubled.

She moved in front of me and waited for my sobs to subside then said,

"You are in a lot of pain aren't you?"

"Oh yes!" I sobbed, My butt and thighs are on fire!"

"I suppose you want to welsh on your bet and chicken out."

I was really tempted. No-one had ever hit me that hard and the pain had been too much to overcome with sexual excitement. I still had sixteen to go but the smirk on her face from being so sure I would beg to make her stop would not let me quit.

"No. I can take it but please don't hit so hard."

"Good. I wasn't going to let you off anyway. I just wanted to hear you beg. I'll hit a little easier but they will all be on your front."

She stepped back and swung the whip acroos my belly-button. It was not as hard and my muscles were so tight it just bounced off without taking my breath leaving a burn from side to side.

She began a pattern of leaving just above then below the last welts to redden every inch of my stomach as they crept up to my breasts and down to my crotch.

I got caught up in the excitement especially when she did not hit as hard. The pattern stopped at the first lash on my breasts. The pain increased as my breasts jumped violently from the whip causing me to scream. The audience went nuts watching my breasts jump under the lash which encouraged her to keep hitting them from the sides as well as the front to keep them jumping and burning. Amazingly in spite of the extra pain it excited me.

She moved to my crotch putting them across my my hips at my pussy and my wide-spread legs allowed the center of the lashes to hit my pussy. That increased my excitement. I caught her cadence and pushed my hips forward to meet the lashes. I heard screams of excitement from the audience when they saw me straining to bring my pussy to the lash. She stepped directly in front of me and brought two more to my inner thighs tantalizingly close to my pussy then stopped!

She faced me with an excited look on her face swinging the whip back and forth vertically close to my pussy and said, "Are you ready."

I knew she planned to hit directly on my open pussy drooling with juice from my excitement. I wanted the pain!

"Yes! Yes! Do it!"

She swung the whip like a soft ball pitcher to bring a burn from my anus and up as a thong hit directly on my clit. I began fantastic orgasms and pumped forward to meet the lashes until I spaced out and just hung which made her stop as everyone yelled and applauded.

That was the last straw for them. They grabbed their partners to have sex. To my surprise and delight Sandra dropped to her knees to eat my pussy. Then Jon went behind me to put his dick in my ass while Sandra's husband got behind her to fuck her from behind.

It turned into a mass orgy. A lot of them swapped partners. I really felt proud and loved when one of the men offered to swap and Jon said, "No thanks. No-one can compare with my girl."

That started something. At the next party most of the men asked Jon when they came in if there would be another whipping scene. He just smiled and said, "I have what I think is a great idea. I'll explain later."

We began to drink and even snorted some cocaine. There were ten girls and we congregated together to talk while the men discussed investments and told each other dirty jokes.

The girls told me they had experimented with spankings and even being hit with belts all over. Some of them said it excited them and the others said it just hurt but it was worth it since it made their men so excited they would do just about anything for them afterward. We were getting pretty high when Jon tapped his glass with a spoon to get our attention to announce.

We are going to have a poker game. The men are playing for money and the five winners will give the five winners of your game a thousand dollar gift certificate at the store of your choice.

You girls will be playing for clothes. You may start with all the clothes you want but if you lose them all. You will get five lashes for each article you lose. Naturally you are more likely to win if you have a lot of clothes to lose but you also risk a lot of lashes if you lose. If the prospect scares you I would suggest just wearing a pair of panties so you will only get five spanks. Joy has an elaborate wardrobe so you can put on as many things as you want. While you are thinking that over I will explain the game."

He went on to explain how to play "Texas Holdem" a poker game played in Las vegas. He had made a lot of preparation. He put a chart by our table telling us the value of each hand and gave us ten stacks of different colored chips. Then he took us into the ballroom to show us five sets of ropes with padded wrist cuffs and five whips hanging from the cuffs. It really scared some of the girls and they moaned and shuddered. Then he said, "Just in case some of the winners are especially cruel the winners will divide the chips equally so no one will have a large quantity and none of you will have to take all your punishment from the same girl."

We will play until the winners have the five thousand for your gifts. You will play till five of you are naked.

Now we had to make decisions. We were all too greedy to even consider his idea of just wearing panties. The least amount anyone wore was shoes, stockings, panties, bra, and a dress. Sandra and I changed into skirt and blouses then added a full slip, a half slip and even a scarf. If we lost we were looking at forty five lashes and I knew that they would be very hard since girls would be doing it. I had discovered the girls were meaner than men and being girls knew all the most sensitive places.

I felt pretty confident. I had played poker with my dad and brother and had learned when it was useless to bet on a bad hand.

The men must have bet big because even the unluckiest girls had only lost their shoes, stockings and dress when the men came over to watch us play. They would clap and make comments about our bodies when nine girls at the end of each hand would stand up to take off one or more of their pieces of clothing.

It was a good thing I knew how to play poker and put on a lot of clothes because I was really unlucky and would usually have to throw away my hand before the betting got wild. Sandra was having the same luck and we were down to just our panties and bra when I had to throw away my hand to take off my bra. Then one of the girls bet two chips and two other girls who had been winning called. Sandra asked if she could bet more than the clothes she had on and was told she could at five lashes per chip. She called the two and bet four more. The girls agonized over their hands since that would leave them naked but called. On the next card she gave a squeal of delight and bet four more. The other girls threw in their hands to complete the five losers. She laughed and showed her hand. She had nothing! I jumped up to give her the high sign proud of the nerve she had demonstrated. If they had called her she would have received eighty-five lashes.

THe girls all reacted differently while we separated out the chips to see how many we would give them. One girl was crying just from the anticipation of their coming ordeal, another stood there quietly with a determined look on her face to be brave, the last three were excited by the prospect. They were to get from twenty five to forty lashes.