"No, but it really hurt last night."

"Yes I know. You are really amazing. Why didn't you just tell us to fuck off. You could have you know."

I said honestly, "It didn't occur to me. Everyone thought I deserved to be punished and I guess I believed so too."

"Then if you thought you deserved it you would allow it again?"

"Yes I suppose so."

"It was kind of exciting wasn't it? I know the first time I was spanked at the sorority I was excited by being naked and helpless while feeling the stings."

"I guess a little but it would be better not to have them all fall on the same place and spankings seem childish. I would rather be whipped all over."

"I agree. My husband whips me. Does your husband whip you?"

"Only when I have been bad."

"Oh. Sometime you should volunteer to be whipped for no reason. It is more exciting for both of you."

That seemed a little perverted to me but then I remembered volunteering to try out the whips and how excited I became even though at the time I thought it was my duty.

From then on I was very popular. They obviously enjoyed the entertainment I had provided for them. One girl said gratefully, "You made my husband so horny he fucked me three times. He has never done that before. The bad news is now he wants to spank me."

"As long as he isn't mad at you let him. He won't hit hard and you may find it exciting."

That night we heard "Slaps!" and a bunch of us gathered around their door hearing slaps and moans through the louvered door. Then bed springs squeaking and more moans and little squeals.

The next morning she stopped me to say excitedly, "You were right. I let him spank me and it was exciting. Especially for him. He couldn't get enough of me. The poor thing is exhausted. He is still sleeping."

"I know. We all know. We were in the hall listening."

She blushed but then said, "I don't care. It was worth it."

On the way back to home port I was taking my turn fishing. There was only four fishing rods since anymore could get the lines entangled so we had to take turns. I was just holding it in one hand while I sipped a drink with the other when a big fish took the hook and jerked it out of my hand. Ted was standing beside me and said, "Great. Now I have to buy the rod and reel. That will cost you when we get home."

I suddenly remembered an old movie I had seen where a man had been tied to the mast and whipped. At the time I had averted my eyes but now it seemed exciting to be whipped in front of a lot of people.

"I said with a tremor of excitement, "No. I have cheated everyone. by losing the rod they may not get a turn to fish. You should tie me to the mast and whip me to let them know I am sorry and deserve to be punished."

Ted seemed surprised then yelled, "Hey everybody. Sherry is sorry she lost the rod and you may not get your turn. She says I should whip her in front of you. Would that make up for the lost rod?"

There was a loud "Yes!" and he sent me to the cabin to get my whip. When I returned there was a loud cheer as they saw me hugging my whip. I went to Ted who had picked up a beach towel to tie around my wrists and then to the mast above my head. I decided I should work up to the greater pain on my front so I faced the mast. Ted made sure they understood this was my idea because he said loudly, "How many lashes do you deserve."

I decided to test my limits and yelled, "Eighty. Two for everyone."

Ted yelled, "Keep track gang."

I thought I had made a bad mistake when the first lash hit the lower crease of my butt causing a terrific sting as They yelled "One" but then the next on my round butt-cheeks didn't seem as bad. He kept hitting up my back and then back down as they chorused the count then at forty he moved closer so the tips came around my butt to sting my pussy. My excitement leaped and I turned around to hear a loud cheer. Then one came across my pubic mound to make me shudder in excitement. He continued slowly up my stomach as the count became louder then there was a cheer as my boobs flattened under the lash and my orgasms started.

He gave them two more then started back down. At that point something snapped in my mind and the pain was replaced by pare exciting stimulation. I watched the crowd and was made more excited by the effect I was having on them. They were yelling constantly and everyone was being groped with several fucking doggy style so they could see my ordeal.

There was an even louder cheer as I felt the whip below my belly-button and opened my legs to feel the stings on my tender inner thighs and pussy. From then on he just hit my breasts and pussy alternatively as my orgasms became explosive. When I heard a loud, "Eighty"

I moaned, "One more." and exploded in the ultimate orgasm when the whip came up directly into my pussy stinging and sliding against my clitoris.

I just hung there heaving with deep breaths and pulsating. I felt liquid running into my slit and looked down to see if I was bleeding but it was just my sweat and tears that seemed to make my red skin glow in the bright sunlight. I felt like some kind of sex goddess. Everyone had lost all their inhibitions and were fucking their brains out.

To my surprise as we were leaving the ship the captain said, "I videotaped your whipping. I'll send you a copy." That meant he was keeping his copy and may share it with others but I didn't care. I hoped the whole world would see how brave I had been.

The tape arrived about a week after we got back. It was even hard for me to believe that anyone could take all that without screaming or begging for release. We would watch it about once a week. We never tired of it and it was a fantastic aphrodisiac.

The thursday after we got back Ted said that this was the guys and his regular poker night. He said I would just be bored and suggested I call a girlfriend and go to a movie.

I said, "I know how to play poker. Let me stay and play too."

"No. This is serious poker. We play at a ten dollar limit with three raises and you don't have any money."

"Yes I do. I still have the hundred dollars your Dad gave me."

"That may not go far if you don't know what you are doing. We play to midnight so the losers can't beg to keep playing all night. I think you will slow down the game. If you insist on playing you will play to midnight but I am not going to finance you. If you lose the hundred you will be playing for first your clothes and then whiplashes at a dollar per lash."

The thought of being whipped again by his friends only excited me and I said, "That is fair. I am good at poker. When I win I will get to buy you something."

"Okay but remember I am agreeing under protest and we won't be easy on you and you can't quit until midnight."

I agreed sure that I would win to surprise him. I almost always won at penny ante poker we played at family gatherings.

When six of his friends arrived they groaned when he said I was playing until he explained the risk I was taking. At that they agreed with enthusiasm.

We played "Texas Hold-em" It was a simple game. Everybody put out a five dollar ante then we were dealt two cards face down that were our "Hole" cards then three cards were dealt face-up which were used by everybody. Then the player to the left of the dealer would either bet or throw away their hole cards. It was different than the penny-ante game where everyone stayed in until the end.

On the first hand I had two nines in the hole and the cards dealt up were an Ace, King and nine. I had three nines! a player bet five dollars and when it came to me I called and raised ten. They looked at me curiously and just called. The next card was a ten and a different player raised. I raised again. The last card was a nine. again five was bet and I raised it by ten disappointed no one else raised me. I turned over my cards to drag in the pot giggling ignoring their moans as one said "Shit. She caught a miracle card." He turned over his hole cards to show two aces and another turned his card to show a straight. They grumbled "Shit she was beat in two places until she caught that one."