The photographer was delighted with our performance and said we would all get a bonus.
I was having a great time and making gobs of money but I guess nothing that good could last forever.
The next day at school one of the gang girls called me a whore and I called her a sleazy bitch. In moments we were in a fight with both of us trying to rip each other's hair out.
The principal broke it up to the chagrin of all the boys that had gathered since we had torn each other's shirts to bare our boobs.
He took us immediately to the punishment room which didn't bother me since I knew I would just end with orgasms but the other girl, Jean, seemed really scared. She tried to tell him the fight was my fault and she was just trying to protect herself but he said a witness told him Jean had started it.
To my surprise he said that only Jean would be punished badly enough to keep her from ever wanting to start a fight. It turned out that I had a date with someone that night who wanted a girl with white unmarked skin which was me.
Jean was really pissed-off. She began screaming that it wasn't fair. If she had to be punished I should be too. He just ignored her and gave her no options. He made her strip then tied her hanging from the ceiling with her legs spread so far you could see the stretched tendons in her thighs and her pussy open enough to see the pink inner parts.
She whimpered, "How many spanks will I get?"
He said, "No spanks. You will get fifty lashes from each of us."
She yelled, "No! No! That will kill me!"
"No, you will just wish you were dead and you will never start another fight."
I began to feel sorry for her. Even I had never taken a hundred lashes all at once.
He got on one side of her and she got on the other. They started at the top with him hitting across her shoulder blades causing her to flinch forward just right to meet the lash to the top of her tits.
They kept that rhythm right down to her thighs then paused for a drink of water while we watched her sweating red body shuddering from her sobs.
They hadn't really hit her hard and I began to think they were trying to make her excited but it didn't seem to be working.
She finally calmed enough to say. "That was awful. I am glad it is over."
He said, "Not even close. That was only forty."
"Oh no! I can't take any more. My whole body is on fire!"
I laughed and said, "You are such a wimp! They aren't even hitting hard. I thought you were supposed to be a tough bitch. They hit me twice that hard and I didn't carry on like you."
She stared at me with hate that turned to fear when he said, "Mona is right. We were going easy since we decreed so many but I think Mona should give her the next twenty so she will know we were giving her a break."
I jumped at the chance. My head still hurt from her yanking my hair and I had a tummy ache from one of her punches.
I stood at her side and forehanded her front and back-handed her back. Now it was different. No more moans, She screamed at each one that left angry welts. The only good part was that I hit fast so it was all over in less than a minute.
They let her hang for a minute to calm again then she looked at me and said, "I'll get you for this. You bitch!"
The principal said "Jean, You are a slow learner. When we are done you will swear you will never try to get even."
They were brutal! He stood behind her while his secretary stood in front. He brought up the whip to hit her crotch so hard one of the thongs stuck briefly in her puss while she hit the side of her breast. From then on they got into a routine with one hitting her pussy or tender inner thighs while the other hit a breast.
She screamed until she was hoarse then became so exhausted she would just shudder at each lash.
When they let her down she just collapsed to the floor.
When I said, "Wow! You guys really hurt her. When she comes to she will be hating me. Is it okay if I leave before she comes to?"
"Maybe you should. We'll put salve on her and let her rest on the bed the rest of the day."
For the rest of the week Jean left me alone except for glares of hate.
On thursday The principal gave me a letter to my folks saying I would be going on a field trip for the weekend. He told me that he actually had a client who wanted to use all of us and for me to meet them at the school Saturday morning as they would be using a bus.
The client who had wanted me unmarked had just given me a hand - spanking and a short fuck that didn't give me an orgasm so I was anxious for this group session and arrived early.
In a little while three other girls showed up and we got in to the mini-bus for the trip. The principal said that thanks to our good work we were going to be in a major production. It was a movie called "The Penitants," and was about a religeous cult who believed that people could be saved from hell by accepting punishment on earth. He said the punishments would be no worse than we had already experienced and that we would be paid $2000.00. The money did not mean much to me since it just went into a savings account I couldn't touch until I graduated and moved away from home but it sounded exciting.
Gloria became worried saying, "My father rents porno tapes. If he sees me in a porno film he will kill me."
The principal said, "There is no chance of that. This film will never be in a rental place. Sadism is against the law in this state. It will be only sold to people of discerning taste."
Gloria and I were relieved even though my folks would never look at porno I couldn't be sure their friends and relatives would feel that way.
We went way up in the mountains then through a locked gate to go about a mile to a huge log house.
We were shown to our rooms and told to put on the clothes on the bed. I was puzzled. There was a black dress that buttoned to the neck and reached to my ankles black stockings with elastic tops that reached nearly to my crotch and black cotton slip, panties, and bra. It seemed strange to wear so many clothes for a porno movie but when I had them on it reminded me of the outfits Amish women wear which fit with the religeous scenario.
We were taken downstairs to a bar room where I met my "Parents." I recognized the man from a porno tape one of the boys rented on one of our nights off. I was offered a drink and accepted the suggestion of a Harvey Wallbanger. It tasted good and I felt really grown up drinking it with my "Parents." My "Father" was real good looking and I remembered he had a huge dick. I hoped the movie included incest so he would fuck me.
The director came in and said that we had no lines in this segment and our role would just to be shy and submissive. The man playing the cult leader would give a sermon then our fathers would offer his wife and daughter for salvation. They had stock footage of audiences which would be spliced in for the scenes since they couldn't afford to hire that many extras. We would be brought up on the stage and stripped then a loincloth would be put on and we would be given thong whips.
In the next segment we would be marched up a path while we whipped ourselves and chanted "Forgive me,save me, or whatever. We should try to hit hard enough to get our backs red. Whoever was hitting hardest would get most of the camera time. I thought I could be a star and planned to hit hard. He said the third segment would be self-explanatory and we would need no direction.
We went into the main room that had a stage with a podium and benches for us to sit on. A big man in a black robe went to the podium and started the sermon. He was really good. He had a big booming voice and reminded me of the hell-fire preachers Mom watched sometimes on TV.