We agreed that this method was really mean since the men had heard us discuss the fact that the first ten or fifteen hurt a lot but after that the combination of rising excitement and numbing of the nerves just brought on orgasms.

The men that did not like the idea of their girls dancing nude in front of other men told us to take it or leave it.

We were all so vain we could not imagine not winning although we knew there were only three prizes so at least two of us would be getting punishment.

They took us to the club with reminders to avoid being lewd and slutty.

While watching the regular dancers it became obvious we could never win by being lady-like. The girls that simply danced no matter how professional they looked got hardly any applause. The girls that got whistles and applause were the ones that did the splits or spread their legs to open their pussies and played with themselves.

We were between a rock and a hard place. If we did not get lewd we could not win but if we got lewd and still did not win we knew our men would be extra severe.

That quandary solved itself. There were hundreds of men at this club which was much larger than the one I had been in while at Vancouver and it was so exciting to hear their applause we all would do anything to get the whistles and stomping feet.

I think the contest was fixed. Only Sandra won a prize and that was third. It was obvious most of the girls were professionals and two of them won in spite of boo's from the audience.

To make matters worse it was very late when we got home so our punishments were put off till the next night which gave us a lot of time to dread our ordeal with the excitement of dancing forgotten.

Our ordeal seemed to last forever because we did it one at a time knowing that it would be pure pain with no chance of excitement or orgasm. If that was not bad enough they decided that since Sandra had won she would be able to do the whipping. That ruined any chance of our men taking pity on us and hitting easy.

We cut cards to see who would be first to last. I got high card so I was last but that just gave me more time to dread the coming ordeal and also meant that I would end up as the finale. I knew Sandra would make that especially severe. Then we drew a card to determine where we would be hit. Ace would be pussy, King would be breasts. Queen would be inner thighs and Jack would be our butt.

At the last minute Jon said that he expected us to be brave and that if we moved out of position or tried to cover up the count would go back to "One". We also had to count our lashes and if we said the wrong number we also had to go back to one.

I found out how serious they were about this rule when Marie drew her card. I thought she was lucky because she drew the jack to get them on her butt. Sandra just had her bend over and hold on to her ankles. Then brought the whip across her cheeks. Sandra counted aloud to ten then hit her again. Marie screamed, "Two" then braced herself for the next as it came closer and closer listening to Sandra count. On the fifth one Sandra brought the whip down over Marie's back causing the ends of the whip to hit the tender area at the bottom of her butt close to her asshole. She fell forward and Sandra laughed and said, "We are back to square one."

Marie cried and begged but the men just said she knew the rules so she had to take fifteen slowly spaced lashes that could only bring pain.

At the end she was crying and sobbing as she ran to her husband to be consoled and salve put on her butt.

The next girl picked the king. In a way she was lucky because Sandra had very sensitive breasts so did not hit that area so hard. She had her kneel then put her hands behind her head while Sandra hit directly across them to make her breasts compress then pop back out reddened for the next.She also ran crying for consolation when it was over.

The next girl drew the ace. Sandra threw a the sofa pillows on the floor to have her sit on them to lift her pussy up from the floor then had her lie back with her legs pulled up and spread by her hands on her ankles. She was sobbing before she was even hit knowing how vulnerable her open pussy was. Sandra stood over her head then brought the whip down centered on the girl's open gash. She screamed and brought her legs together. This brought on a discussion as to whether or not that meant the lash did not count. They finally decided to start over

Marie thought that was unfair as she could have got back in position before Sandra counted to ten but had to admit she had made no effort to get back and in fact Sandra had been forced to pull her legs back open.

In spite of the delays the girl managed to get excited which was obvious from the fact the whip became wet from the juices escaping from the open slit.

Rather than running for consolation she sat between her husbands legs to furiously rub her clitoris with her finger while he squeezed her breasts and pulled on the nipples until she sighed with orgasm.

Then it was my turn. It was my worst nightmare. I had to stand in front of her with my legs spread while she hit my inner thighs just below my pussy. It took all my will power to hold them open for the whole ordeal. I think Jon finally realized how bad this was when I ran to him crying because he knew I could normally take a lot of pain.

I explained that ten hard ones spaced out brought nothing but pain with no hope of having excitement over-ride the pain and allow an orgasm.

He talked to the other men and decided that if any of the girls preferred it they could just draw four cards at once and take the last forty all at once. If we decided on that we would just do one girl a night so Sandra would not be worn out. Another concession was that we could be tied for them so we would not have to worry about starting over.

We all readily agreed both because we might be able to get to orgasm that way and also might have put off the ordeal for as long as four days.

We cut the cards to see who would be first. I won or lost. I was not sure which at the time. They took all the cards except the aces, kings, queens, and jacks out of the deck and spread the remainder on the table for me to pick out four.

God! I drew two aces and two queens. All the lashes would fall on my most sensitive parts and I was sure Sandra would pick a position to make it easy for her to make them really hurt.

Sandra asked me if I wanted to be tied. "Oh yes please! I could never stand still for all these lashes."

I thought this would just mean my legs would be tied apart but she planned something more elaborate. She led me to our dungeon then had me lie on the floor to tighten leather belts to my upper thighs close to my pussy. Then she tied ropes to the belts and raised me up until my pussy was at the level of her shoulders. I was really puzzled because this kept my legs tightly together leaving no access to my inner thighs or pussy.

She solved the puzzle when she tied ropes to hooks in the floor and asked Jon and his friend to pull down on my ankles till I looked like a letter "T". I was hanging upside down doing the splits with all my weight on the leather around my thighs and my legs open so wide I was afraid my hips would dislocate. Unfortunately this position fascinated everyone so I had to hang there while they marvelled at the way my pussy was gaping open and although I had only been hanging a few minutes my body was trembling from the strain.

Finally I was begging for her to start the whipping so I could be taken down.

Oh God! It lasted forever. She would bring the lash back behind her head then let it crash down on me. the first lash hit my inner thigh just a few inches from my pussy making a loud "Splat!" and causing a terrible burn. She counted to ten then brought down another almost touching my pussy that made me scream. I fought my bonds knowing the next would be on my pussy and having to dread it while she counted to ten. Then it hit! The pain was unreal and I screamed then began to blubber waiting for the next. One of the thongs hit my clitoris. It felt as if it had been hit with a white hot metal rod. I think I might have passed out but I did not have that luxury with my head down and my head full of blood. It went on and on. She never got more than six inches away from my pussy. Amazingly the pain got so unbearable it became bearable as the nerves became numb and my excitement began to overcome the pain. Sandra must have known because now even the lashes that should have landed on my thighs were put close enough for the edge thongs to hit the lips and the ones to my pussy were aimed dead center to my open gash.