She was right. I had already convinced myself I had no choice to relieve my guilt and was beginning to breathe hard from the excitement when Joe said. "Five apiece seems fair. Is that the way you want to be for them?"
I sobbed realizing my legs were pressed together. It took all my will-power to open them to allow my pussy to be a target. a consolation was that one of the girls said, "Jesus. We will be able to hit her pussy! I can't even imagine being that brave." Others agreed as there were cheers and applause that made me proud.
I had counted the people coming in. seventeen people would be hitting me eighty-five times. I was sure I had never been hit that many times before. I hoped I would not cheat anyone by passing out before they all had their turn. I was relieved he did not tie my legs open so I could close them if my pussy got too sore.
One of the men yelled, "I'll contribute the belt!" and whipped it out of his pants. Joe took it and said, "I will warm her up for you."
Now I was the girl with a circle of cheering people around me. I was excited to be the center of attention and made up my mind to be brave and not scream.
Without warning the belt hit my butt and I yelped from the pain and surprise. then he hit my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, and finally my crotch which made me squeal to demonstrate to them they were not limited to hitting my butt. One of the men exclaimed, "God! That made her pussy squirm!"
He handed the belt to the man next to him. He must have been afraid of hurting me badly because he hit me all five times just on my butt. Even though it didn't hurt much just being naked and helpless in front of so many people either wincing or cheering each lash made me terribly excited.
He handed the belt to the first stripper who hit my breasts individually first at the cleavage to wrench them toward my armpits then on the outside to make them slap together. They were burning and throbbing when she finished with one to my pussy that made me scream.
She handed the belt to the man next to her who hit the front of my thighs and my lower stomach which only increased my excitement.
I was shocked to discover that the girls were meaner than the men. You would think they could empathize with me but they concentrated on my most sensitive places and it was one of them who decided to have the men who had already lashed me hold my legs apart so wide I was doing the splits so they could hit my asshole and bury the belt into my gaping pussy. I would go from orgasms to so much pain the excitement would leave to be replaced by agony only to have the excitement come back with the next whipper for another orgasm until sweat was running off my body and the belt had become soaked by my pussy juice.
My hope to be able to close my legs was gone and with my legs so wide even the kinder ones could not resist hitting my pussy at least twice.
By the time the belt had got back to Joe people had become overcome by the excitement and the place was in the midst of a full scale orgy. Joe could hardly wait to get me down to put me on my knees to drive his dick into my asshole while his hands pulled and twisted on my breasts and pussy. I was able to cum again! When he fell back I slumped to the floor totally exhausted.
I must have gone to sleep for a little while. When I woke up three of the girls were kneeling beside me gently tracing the weals on my body with their fingers. The girl that had told the men to hold my legs in a split and whipped my pussy so hard was looking at me in total awe and talking to the other girls.
"God she is brave! I know other girls that are into S&M but Rachel is awesome. I could not believe she went through this whole thing without screaming."
She realized I was awake when I murmured, "Thank you." and said, We are going to reward you for putting on a show that got my boyfriend so hard."
Two of them began sucking and kissing my nipples just as I felt this wonderful soft tongue fluttering against my abused throbbing pussy. I looked around frantically to see if Joe would object. When I saw him in the circle of people starting to gather around me he was smiling. Although I had always been told lesbianism was a great sin I relaxed thinking he approved and I should not object.
It was a perfect cure for my residual pain. It felt wonderful and I gave in to the feeling as new tongues entered my pussy to bring on a sweet glorious orgasm.
That evidentally capped the party because the people began to dress and leave. Joe helped me on with my dress while kissing me and raving on about how proud he was of me.
On the way home I began feeling guilty again. I said, "Joe. I feel ashamed. Those people will talk about me and everyone will know what a slut I have become. I am sorry the girls excited me. Do you hate me for enjoying girls making love to me?"
"Of course not. I think it was nice that you could be rewarded after the ordeal you accepted so bravely. As far as people knowing about you is concerned I hope the whole world knows how lucky I am to have such a sensuous woman. You aren't a slut! You are an incredibly sexy girl who just wants to please me."
"Oh thank you! I do want to please you. I'll do anything for you." I admitted to myself that pleasing him was also giving me excitement beyond my wildest dreams.
That night I had a strange dream. I woke up knowing it was not a dream at all but another of my hidden memories.
I was about six when I was awakened by giggling and laughing coming from the living room. I peeked out my door and saw my folks naked on the living room floor, wrestling with each other. I had never seen naked adults before and was fascinated by my mom's big boobs rolling around on her chest. Suddenly she pushed Dad over on his back and I saw my first penis standing up proudly. She put it in her mouth and Dad got this look of pure bliss on his face then grimaced and said, "You bit me you little bitch. You'll pay for that!"
He pulled her over his legs while she giggled then began spanking her. He was really hitting hard. His hand was making loud "Spats!" and her skin was getting really red. Suddenly she rolled over and I thought it was over but he began spanking her pussy. I thought that would really hurt but she just moaned and gasped without making any effort to get away. after about a dozen slaps he lifted her up and slid his dick in her pussy while she straddled him. When they finally collapsed hugging each other I went back to bed feeling an itch in my pussy I rubbed until I felt a great sense of relief.
They never did it in the house again but one night I heard the door slam and looked out the window to see them in the moonlight walking out to our barn. I ran out to peek through a knothole in the wall. He was in the process of tieing her wrists to a rope hanging from the ceiling then he went over to a bench to pick up a small rubber hose. He said, "When I am done you will look like a tiger. Let me know when you are ready. She moaned, "Oh God! I was ready on the way out here. Do it! Do it hard!"
He began beating her with it leaving long red welts and I saw what he meant about her looking like a tiger as red stripes began covering her whole torso. It looked terrible but she was making no effort to dodge away even though she was screaming through her nose with her teeth clenched tightly. It frightened me and I ran back to the house explaining why I had repressed the memory all those years. Now that I remembered I felt even better about myself. I had inherited the enjoyment of pain from her and possibly there were generations of women in our family that got off on pain.