When he came he fell into a chair panting while Shirley and I took her down. She just slumped to her knees with her body pulsating and taking deep breaths. When she calmed down she looked up at me and said, "Thank you for my whipping. Would you like me to kiss you?"
I knew what that meant and I was more than ready for it. I ripped off my flimsy panties and held up my skirt telling Shirley to get behind me and hold me. In a short time I was orgasming so hard my legs couldn't support me. Shirley was holding me up by my tits which had pulled up to cradle my chin. Without comment she left me to walk over to Lance on her knees to put his now hard dick in her mouth.
I was dying of thirst so I sent Shirley upstairs to bring us down some beer. By the time she got back Lance had cum again and Janie was gently kissing the side of his dick and his balls. I went over to them in time to hear her say softly, "That was so wonderful. Nobody ever put their thing in me before. That feels so good. Will you do that every time you whip me?" ```````` "Yeah sure. You have a great tight pussy."
"Oh thank you. You can whip me anytime you want."
We leaned against a padded wall and drank our beers. Janie noticed Shirley was fondling her pussy and said, "Poor Shirley. You didn't get to do anything. Would you like to spank me and have me kiss you?"
"I don't want to hurt you. I am so excited, would you whip my pussy until I ask you to stop and then kiss it?"
Janie readily agreed and Shirley laid down on the rack with her legs spread while Janie whipped her pussy.
Lance and I watched in amazement. Janie at first just hit easy but hard enough to turn Shirley's pussy lips red.
This got Lance and I horny so he fucked me dog fashion while we watched them.
Shirley's only reaction was moans as she pulled on her nipples. Then as it started to get really red Shirley spread her legs even more and Janie took that as a cue to hit even harder. Shirley's cunt-lips began squirming under the lash as Shirley's moans became louder and she was jerking her nipples so hard her tits were jumping. She must have taken more than twenty lashes before she told her to stop and yipped and pulsated as orgasms pulsed through her body.
After that Lance and I were through so we left the girls happily giggling watching MTV while they sipped beer.
On the way back Lance said, "Hey I really appreciate you finding Janie. She really gets off on punishment and has almost as much muscle in her pussy as you do. I felt like she was milking me. The only problem is I don't know how in hell I can keep all three of you fucked without killing myself. Maybe we should look for another guy."
"Why? If you don't feel up to it. We can get each other off with our tongues or dildoes."
"That is easy for you to say. My damn dick will get hard even though I know when I cum it will feel like I am ripping my balls off."
I giggled and said,"That is the disadvantage of being a guy. Girls can cum till they are just too tired and go to sleep. No matter how much we cum it never hurts. But seriously, There is no guy we know we could trust with this secret."
Well maybe you are right. But I think I will feel out a few guys and if I find one that can get off on the S&M film where the girl is cut and bleeding he might qualify. Don't worry though, I will check with you before I bring him up to our place."
Things were working out great now that Shirley had a friend. We only went up there when we were horny and could leave when we were satisfied. My problem was that I could not forget Janie's story about the wednesday night church. After the second week I decided to stop by her house to see if they were looking for Janie and to try to get an invitation to church. I knew from Janie that the church started at seven so I got there about six. When I knocked on the door Janie's Dad answered it wearing fairly clean clothes. I had dressed down for the occasion with a simple skirt with an elastic waistband and a peasant blouse that showed a little cleavage. At the last minute I decided not to wear under wear.
When he opened the screen door I went into the house and said,
"Hello Mr. Harris. I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would visit Janie. Is she home?"
"Naw. The little bitch ran off. I'm not worried though. One of these days she will be calling us to beg us to bring her home or else some sheriff will call to say he has her in jail."
"Do you know where she went?"
"Naw. I have heard Canada and California. It don't matter. I am not going to waste time looking for her."
"Well that is a shame. Kids are getting so wayward anymore. They should have a real strong church and be whipped when they need it.
He snorted, "Yeah sure. When was the last time you got whipped?"
"Well dad uses his belt to put welts on my bare skin. It isn't a real whip but it leaves big welts when you are hit on the bare skin."
"No shit. Come on into the kitchen. I'll make you a drink if you want one."
"That would be real nice. I am real thirsty."
In the kitchen I met his wife, Carrie, and his brother, Bob. When Carrie leaned over to shake my hand her blouse fell away from her chest and I saw welts on the top of her breasts. Obviously she was filling in for Janie. I was amazed by Bob. I had expected a loutish brute but he was very good looking and in his late twenties.
When Lew had me seated at the table with a very strong 7up and vodka drink in front of me he said, "Heather thinks we let Janie get wayward. She says her paw whips her when she gets out of line"
"Well, like I said he uses his belt rather than a whip. Sometimes I think I would be a better girl if he did use a whip. Also we go to a wimpy church that doesn't see anything wrong with anything. We used to go to a church that preached spare the rod and spoil the child. The preacher there whipped me once with a big willow switch. That kept me in line for a long time.
"Heather said her paw whips her on the bare skin. How does he keep you in place for it?"
"Well I am not naked anymore. When I started getting boobies he decided I was too old to be naked so I wear panties and bra. He usually ties me to a ceiling fan." I looked up at theirs. "It is a lot like yours."
Bob looked at me as if I was naked and said, Well Heather, we have to leave now to go to your old type church. Would you like to go along? You might see a whipping. Would that bother you."
"Oh no. I am sure if they get whipped they deserve it. I would like to go."
We all piled into their old Ford with me in the back seat with Bob.
"Heather how do you feel after you get whipped? Do you hate your Dad for doing it?"
"Oh no Bob, I always deserve it and after it is over I don't have to feel guilty anymore. I just feel tired and dreamy. I am always kind of proud of my welts. I always look at them in the mirror afterwards. Carrie, have you ever been whipped?"
"Oh yes. Lots"
"Then you know what I mean."
"Yeah kind of like you are at peace with the world."
"Yeah! I just didn't know how to say it."
We arrived at the "church" a short time later. It used to be a movie theatre. The marquee was still on the building which really needed a new coat of white paint. The sign that originally held movie titles now had slogans like "Sinners Repent, The End is Near, etc and John Morgan Preacher." the signs were painted amateurishly in black paint. We filed through the lobby with its worn red carpet and took seats in front row center. We were early since Lew wanted to be sure we had a good seat.
While we were waiting they quizzed me on my punishments and the reasons for them.