I told them that they should make a soft whip like mine and let them whip them because after the first ten the stings only caused excitement and would be less painful than hand spanking with their callused hands.
Tammy agreed and lifted her skirt to show bruises from her spanking.
They still didn't believe it could be anything more than pain so I explained. "Just being naked and helpless is exciting and as it goes on either the nerves get deadened or the excitement makes you enjoy the stinging feeling that brings on more excitement. I know I wouldn't have believed it but at the end I was having orgasms."
They were amazed agreeing that I just looked as if I was in great pain.
Tammy said, "I still think you must have some special power but if it only stings I will do it since it may be better than his hand spanking."
I told them to agree to thirty lashes or more if they wanted to get past the painful part since the first ten or fifteen really hurt.
A few days later Tammy had me go to the bathroom with her and opened her back pack to show me a new whip. She said, "I decided to make a whip I am sure will not bruise me no matter how many lashes I get. These are just leather boot laces and I oiled them to make them soft but Mike is all excited about using it on me. I stalled it off by saying he could do it at our next beer party. I think you are right. It will be more exciting to have an audience."
I picked up the whip. The oil had made it heavy and I said, "It might be worse than my whip. The wide leather doesn't let it sink in. These look like they might cause welts since they are skinny and the air won't slow them down. Have you tried it?"
"Only once. I swung it around to hit my bare butt. It stings but not as bad as his hand. I couldn't try another since it makes such a loud "Splat!" I was afraid my folks might hear it.
At our next beer party before we could offer to do a strip-tease to get us all excited for fucking Tammy announced, "I want to see if I can be as brave as Cherie. I made a whip too. See?"
She held out her whip which had turned black from the oil and looked absolutely evil then continued- "I will be seventeen soon so I want you to give me seventeen apiece for a total of 119 and I want to be stretched tight with my legs spread so every inch of me will be available. Mike can be last to put all of his just on my boobs and pussy.
They hung her with her toes just touching the ground then began pulling her legs apart. To my amazement she moaned, "More, more" until she was nearly doing the splits. In spite of my fondness for pain I shuddered as I saw her pussy had opened until you could see all the inner pink parts and her clitoris was fully exposed. I knew lashes upwards on her pussy would hit her sensitive clitoris. All her weight wasd now supported by her arms and the stretch made her look beautiful. Ther waist became tiny to accentuated her round butt and her tummy sunk in until it was concave with all her ribs showing. I was jealous of all the compliments she received with fondling from both the girls and boys. The boys hardly noticed me and the other girls since we were wearing clothes. I offered to strip but Rob said, "No. Tammy deserves all the attention."
I couldn't tell if her whip was worse or better than mine. It looked worse because each lash caused red stripes that reminded me of the switch but the lines were skinnier and not quite as red as the switch. Either the whip was not as bad as it looked or else she had learned to love the pain like me because her only reaction was small gasps and moans. It was different than my whipping where they just hit all over. The first guy started at her back below her shoulders to leave evenly spaced stripes down to her butt. They must have liked the effect because the next girl continued the striping down to mid- thigh then began back handing and forehanding her sides to stripe the outside of her breasts and down her sides. The next continued on down until her outside thighs were striped then started up her inner thighs. the next completed the striping of her inner thighs then moved to her side to bring stripes over her pubic mound and on up her stomach. The next finished the stripes on up to the tops of her breasts.
The other thing that was different is the awed silence of the audience. It was easy to hear her small gasps and moans and soft voices saying, "God. She is awesome." and "Oh! That one must have hurt bad." when she winced. Finally an awed voice said, "Jesus. She looks like she is wearing skin tight striped pajamas."
At my whipping there was cheers and applause at ones that hurt enough to make me squeal while she was just given respect.
The other thing different was when she was completely striped they moved to her and caressed the stripes while telling her she was wonderful. I knew that would just increase her excitement and was not as impressed as the others when Mike said, "You have been really brave. You can stop now if you want." and she moaned "No. I can take it. I want to prove I can be as brave as Jane."
They began again but now didn't bother to hit straight across to let stripes cross the others to make her uniformly red concentrating on her butt, breasts, and stomach. I noticed they were not hitting as hard because the lines were not as red and could tell by her panting and trembling that she was in or near orgasm.
I began getting jealous which made me angry with her. I could see she was just being stimulated to great orgasms and when it was my turn I hit really hard hoping she would scream and ask for mercy. To my surprise at about my tenth lash after she began screaming at each one Rob grabbed my arm and said, "That is enough. You are too mean."
Mike agreed saying, "Jesus Christ. Were you trying to kill her?" Others said, "Shit, she volunteered for this. She should have a break. Others just nodded and looked at me hatefully.
I said lamely, "She wanted to prove she was brave. I just wanted to let her prove it."
Rob said, "Bullshit. You were just jealous she was getting so much attention."
That was true and I felt guilty and just said lamely, "I'm sorry."
Mike kissed her then said, "I am the last one. Do you think you can stand the rest."
She was panting and trembling with tears running down her face as she gasped, "Yes. I know you won't hurt me badly."
He didn't either. He just slapped her breasts and pussy lightly until she screamed, "Yes! Yes! I am cumming."
She didn't need to tell us. It was obvious from the way her pussy juices were soaking the whip.
When he stopped I was humiliated by Rob saying, "Cherie to make up to her. You will lick her pussy to keep her orgasms coming until she tells you to stop."
I felt completely humiliated as I knelt between her spread legs and licked her clit and inner lips until she had soaked my face and neck with her juices before she finally screamed, "Enough. I can't cum anymore."
They took her down to lie on the floor then dabbed her with cool towels then Mike poured some lotion on her and they gathered around to caress her body. It was obvious it felt wonderful to her. She stretched up her arms and spread her legs to let all the hands caress her torso and thighs.
That turned everyone on and we stripped to make love. I was amazed that Tammy had recovered enough to sit on Mikes dick while he laid on his back and gyrated to have another orgasm.
We settled down to drink beer but Tammy was still getting a lot of attention. I was jealous and went to her to say, "I am sorry I was so mean. Would you like to whip me?"
She made herself more heroic by saying, "No. I don't blame you. You just wanted to be sure I was hurt as much as you."
I was crushed. I just came out looking like an ogre while she was a martyr. I really felt stupid for letting them know the whip had excited me. If I had just kept my dumb mouth shut they would have continued to believe I had suffered and would have been awed by me but now they thought Tammy was a hero for volunteering while I had been forced into it by my submission to Rob.