By now I was really getting excited and anxious to get on with it but the strip was not over.
The big booming voice said, "She should not hide her shame!"
One of the men went to the wings while the other kicked at the sides of her feet to open her legs even further. The other man came out carrying a suitcase and unrolling an extension cord. then he stuck something in the waist of his pants and came back. The other man got down on one knee with his other leg bent at the knee to make a place for them to lay her over with her head and shoulders on the floor and her ass on his leg then they pulled her legs apart till her pussy was gaping while the man with the suitcase took an electric clippers out of his pants and proceeded to shave all the hair off her pussy and the crack of her butt While her stomach jumped from her sobs.
While the man held her over his leg pulling and pinching the lips of her now bald pussy the other man went into the wings again. He came back with a log about four feet long and a foot thick with collars screwed to the ends. He put the log between her legs and pulled her back to her feet. They spread her legs and buckled the collars around her ankles then hooked a rope from the ceiling to her wrists and began pulling her up which forced her to bend over. When she was at a ninety degree angle they picked her up and pointed her ass at us. It gave us a great view of her pussy and her ass. They went to the suitcase and came back with paddles the size of badminton racquet made of leather with several holes in it. One hit the right cheek and the other hit the left with a resounding "Crack!" then they stopped so we could see the effect. Her ass was fiery red with white circles where the holes had been. They started again to hit alternate cheeks till her screams and the sound of the "Cracks!" echoed in the room. I got so excited before they were done I was panting while the audience cheered.
They turned her to face us again and went back to the suitcase to bring back nasty looking whips that looked like black snakes about three feet long. One of them swung sideways at the top of her breasts while the other hit the back to make her tits swing violently from her chin to her stomach. I was going nuts as I clutched my boobs in empathy and pulled at my nipples.
I managed to calm down a little as they let her hang there till her screams turned to moans and then sobs. I thought it was all over when they unhooked the rope from her wrists and pulled her upright. I realized I was wrong when one of the men went to the suitcase and came back with some sash cord which he coiled around the base of her boobies to make them round and hard. This seemed to show up the lash marks even more.
I then saw something I would not have believed was possible. They hooked the rope around the sash cord at the center of her breasts and began pulling up on it while she screamed in agony.
I began panting and clutching my tits again when I felt a hand sliding up my right leg taking my skirt with it this was followed shortly by another hand sliding up my left leg. I slid to the edge of the chair as I felt fingers entering my pussy and ass-hole while their legs hooked over my knees to pull my legs open widely.
Just as I felt a knuckle sliding into my ass The men on stage pulled on the rope and her feet and the log left the stage. She continued to scream while her tits turned maroon as they went to the suit case. They returned with whips like the one Janie had described then pushed the ends of the log to make her spin. While she was spinning they lashed her letting the whip hit wherever her body might be as she turned. I pumped my hips in time with the "Snap!" of the whips.
I felt hands pulling down my peasant blouse till it was at my stomach trapping my arms to my sides. Then they began to pinch my nipples and slap them as I went into a series of orgasms while I watched the girls spin slow then stop and start turning in the other direction While the whips left small cuts with the tips all over her body including her nipples and pussy.
Suddenly the spotlight went out and out of the darkness the booming voice said, "Repent sinners or you will be next!"
They pulled up my blouse and took their fingers out of me seconds before the house lights came on. I looked around groggily and could tell by the facial expressions that I was not the only girl that had been treated with orgasms.
I was so shaky they had to support me by the arms when we walked up the aisle.
On the way to the car Lew said, "That was quite a show. Now nobody can bitch because the preacher's kids never have to get whipped."
That had to be the understatement of the year. Hollywood would have a hell of a time beating it for excitement.
When we left the driveway Bob pulled me over on his lap facing him and said, "Put your arms over your head."
When I did he pulled my blouse up and off and then dragged my skirt up the same route. I loved the feeling when the waistband compressed my tits and dragged across my nipples.
I managed to get his fly open. He wasn't wearing shorts and I pulled out his dick to feel that it was as big as my largest dildo. While I gyrated on his dick he pinched my nipples and slapped my breasts with his hands.
After we came I slid to the floor to kiss and lick his prick in gratitude. Shortly later the street light began lighting the car and he had me put up my hands so he could slide the skirt and blouse back on. I didn't want them on! I wanted to be naked in front of everyone. I wanted to be whipped naked in front of them!
I held on to Bob as we went into the house. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I answered, "Yes, Desperately!" I chugged down the first glass and Carrie brought me another.
While we sat at the table Lew looked at me speculatively and began talking quietly.
"You are a very naughty girl aren't you? I can't imagine a nice girl who would go to church with no underwear and let two strangers feel her up and stick fingers in her."
"Oh yes I am terrible. I should be punished!"
"I see. Shall we say twenty lashes on your naked body?"
"Yes... Twenty for each of you."
"All right. I would like to see what we will be whipping. It was dark at church. Take off your clothes and sit on the table."
When I did it they spread my legs and prodded my breasts and pussy while they sipped their drinks. I couldn't stand any more teasing. I begged them.
"Please.. Please whip me. I need it. I am a very bad girl. I'll do anything, just please whip me."
Bob got up and got some rope which he tied around my wrists. Then they moved the table out of the way and Lew held me up in the air while Bob knotted the rope at the base of the fan. When Lew let me down my toes were about a foot off the floor and I felt my muscles stretch and the rope cut into my wrists.
Lew said, "That was kind of an interesting thing having the log between the legs. Too bad we don't have a log."
Bob said "Hold on. We can do something like it. I'll be right back."
Carrie said, "I have an idea too!"
While they were gone Lew kept my excitement alive by sitting in a chair beneath me and amused himself by sticking his thumb in my pussy and his index finger in my ass-hole and opened and closed them to push the knuckle of his thumb against my clit. His hand must have been wet to his wrist when they returned.
Bob used duct tape to secure my wide spread legs to a two by four while Carrie wrapped yarn around the base of my tits till they were hard and throbbing.
When they were done Lew said."Let's wind her up."
He turned me around and around while the rope formed knots and I was lifted higher. Then they got on three sides of me and Lew let go of me and I started to turn slowly. I saw I was not just going to be hit with the thong whip. Lew had the whip, Bob had a long willow switch and Carrie had a thick leather strap.As I turned I was hit any where they felt like it by the whip, then the switch and then the strap.