Last part. Contains enforced nudity, whipping and sex. If this does not interest you please don't read then flame me.

For the next couple of weeks things were fairly normal. Normal for a dysfuntional family that is. Mom was getting nude spankings every few days but there was no longer any pretense that she was not excited by them. It just embarrassed me to watch them so I would go to my room to watch TV or play on the computer.

I became curious to know if guys in general would be excited by spanking a girl or if the peple in ASS were a very small minority. I started going to chat rooms to check profiles for boys my age and older then I/m them to see if they wanted to chat privately. Most did unless they were in the middle of a flame war.

I would let the conversation move into sex then somewhere along the line I would ask if they would be excited by spanking a girl. A few politically correct ones would say it would not be right to hurt a girl but a hell of a lot of them would say they would and usually give some story about seeing a girl spanked or claiming they spanked their girl or sister and how they had become real excited and so had the girl. Surprisingly a lot of guys said they would like to be spanked by a girl.

That increased my curiosity and I began I/m ing girls to tell them my boyfriend would not give me my birthday present until he had given me a birthday spanking and what did thry think about that.

Most of them were shocked and told me to stay away from him before he did something worse but quite a few said they had birthday spankings too and they hadn't hurt much and had excited both of them. Some had such long stories to tell they told me they would e-mail me since it was hard to I/M over short sentences.

My e-mail grew like Topsy and I began to think maybe it wasn't so weird I had become excited and that Mom was loving it.

I really don't know how Don resisted raping me. He must have terrific will power. He kept dressing us in sexy things and would grope me whenever I got close but every time a lump formed in his pants he would just get up to pull Mom into the bedroom. I don't think she had as much sex in her life. she actually thanked me for turning him on.

About a couple of weeks later I had a shock at school. The principal went to my locker and rolled in the master combination numbers I think every kid in school knew. I even used it myself since it was easier to remember than my assigned combination. It was 1 left 2 right 3 left.

He pulled out a copy of the history teacher's next test! He said, "I was afraid of this. You have stolen a test in order to cheat. Come with me." I looked around and Jodie, the girl I had punched out, was grinning in triumph.

I knew she had framed me but this time I was lucky enough to talk my way out of it. I told him Jodie was still mad and had tried to frame me. I proved the master combination was well known by opening the first locker outside his door and pointing out the fact I loved history and had made straight "A"s with different teachers. I also told him the history teacher was dumb to leave the tests in his desks because anyone could get it and make copies. I finally convinced him although he said there was no way he could prove Jodie was responsible especially since she was such a nice girl.

That was a crock of crap. She sucked up to all the teachers but to all the kids except her little clique of friends she was a total bitch.

the principal had the master combination changed and locked it in his desk amd told the history teacher to keep his tests locked up. It was kind of fun to see a lot of kids including Jodie have their test grades go into the toilet.

I didmn't know what to do. I sure as hell couldn't beat her up again so I thought I had better try to make peace. I went to her and said, "I know you tried to frame me but I can understand your hating me. Let's Make peace, My stepdad gave me a terrible spanking for fighting with you."

"Bullshit. My ribs are still sore. A little spanking doesn't make up for that."

I protested, "It wasn't a little spanking. I was hit with a cane and it hurt like hell. If I get in trouble again I will be whipped."

"For sure bitch because next time you are going to be caught with drugs. Explain that away to the principal, the cops. and your stepdad!"

I panicked. My stepdad went on a rant everytime the TV or newspaper even mentioned kids and drugs. I hung my head in defeat and pleaded, "Please don't do that. If you want to beat me up to get even go ahead. You can even tie my hands so I can't fight back. I won't tell on you. I'll say I was mugged by a black gang."

She grinned trumphantly and said "I will think about that and get back to you."

At noon when I went to lunch Jodie waved me over to her table with her snooty friends. I had never tried to associate with them since they all had "Old" money and thought their shit didn't stink. She made room between her and her boyfiend. He was a senior as well as the other boys. None of the other seniors went with freshmen so I assumed they were attracted by the money.

She got right to the point. "We have been discussing how you could make up for your assault on me. Do you remember last weeks history lessons?"

"Yeah. You mean about the negro slaves."

"Specifically I am talking about the picture of the nigger being whipped. Remember that?"

It was vivid in my mind especially since I was under the thrat of a whipping at home. It was a picture of a black man with the back of his shirt torn open and red stripes across his back.

I mumbled "Yes. Why? although I was sure I knew the answer.

"I doubt you really got a spanking but if you want to avoid more trouble you can make up to me by agreeing to let us whip you."

I thought she meant it to be literally like the picture and said, "Oh God, no. How could I explain my ripped blouse and the red stripes?"

She grinned over the fact I had only objected to that and not the whipping itself and said, "There won't be any ripped clothes or stripes. We will use this. Here look at it. I made it myself out of an old leather skirt."

I took it and kept it under the table so no-one else could see it. It was a lot like Don's whip except softer and not as thick.

I said, "It may not leave stripes but it would still make me so red my folks may notice."

She grinned again since my objections were getting weaker and said, "That isn't a problem. My folks are going out of town this weekend and I am having a slumber party. You will have all night and the next day for the redness to fade."

I ran out of objections and said humbly, "If I do this will you promise to stop making trouble for me?"

"Yes of course. And it will let you join our club."

I didn't give a damn about that most of the kids hated them for even having a club but then I remembered How Don would have me for a whipping and said, "Will I have to take off my clothes?

She was shocked and I hated myself for asking. Obviously it had not occurred to her. She recovered quickly though saying, "Of course. You couldn't even feel that little whip over clothes."

Suddenly the boys stared at me excitedly and I kind of wished my big boobs weren't pushing out my blouse.

Now the idea really embarrassed me and I said, "If I don't do this will you really plant drugs on me?"

"For sure. There are gobs of opportunities. You have to change for gym and the gym lockers don't have locks."

She had me. I gulped and said, "Okay if I have to."

"Believe me you have to do it. You will get an invitation in the mail and Bill and I will pick you up at eight."

A few days later we recived an expensive engraved invitation saying,

You are invited to a chaperoned party

at our house Saturday night followed

by swimming and tennis Sunday. Bring

Your nightie and overnight kit.

Entertainment will be provided.

I gulped knowing I was the entertainment. Don was overjoyed saying, "Great Allene. You got into the snooty set. Now maybe I will be able to join the country club which could get me a lot of business. For God's sake don't make anyone mad."

He jumped into his car to get me a more respectable nightie and came back with thick cotton pajamas with Mickey Mouse on them. I was sure the snooty girls would laugh at them but I sure as hell couldn't wear the transparent ones.

My fear built up all the next day and I was so shaky she had to help me button the little pearl buttons of the party dress Don bought for me.

Jodie and Bill picked me up promptly at eight. I was told they had to wait until her parents were on the plane and couldn't come back.

To my surprise they were real friendly and complimented my dress although Jodie was wearing a more sophisticated black coctail dress.

All I could think of was my upcoming whipping and finally got up the nerve to ask how many lashes I would have to take.

Jodie just grinned and said "Oh you will determine that."

That relieved me a little and I began to think about the minimum they may let me get away with.

At the party there were the three other girls in her "club" with their boy friends and three stag boys Jodie said were from the exclusive prep school in town. She immediately took me over to the punch bowl and said, "Have a drink. It may help you later. It is vodka and orange juice. It is good for you."

I had never tried anything but a beer but a drink appealed to me and I drank one of the little crystal cups and refilled it.

She took me over to meet the prep boys and they stared though my clothes letting me know that Jodie had told them I would be naked later.

The stero was going and one of them asked me to dance. I chugged down the drink and took his arm. Thank God I had danced along with the people on MTV so I didn't look like a fool.

After the dance I made my way back to the punch bowl but Jodie said, "That will be your last one. We don't want you numb. Do we?"

I had barely finished it and was feeling a little giddy when Jodie turned off the stereo to say. "Bill has everything ready for our entertainment. Shall we go to the back lawn?"

There was almost a stampede to the door. Jodie took my arm to lead me out and I began to tremble knowing my ordeal was about to start.

We went out to the back lawn and I saw Bill had parked the cars in a semi-crcle to brightly light a big walnut tree that had a rope with wrist cuffs hanging down ominously.

They brought me out under the cuffs then Jodie said, "Okay allene. Take off the clothes and do it slow. The boys want to be teased."

I put it off as long as I could starting with my shoes then reaching under my dress to pull off the pantyhose without showing anything but my legs then I froze. Jodie said nastily. "get on with it!"

I whined. "I can't do the buttons."

One of the prep boys yelled, "I'll help!"

He stepped behind me to unbutton the little buttons clear to my waist then slowly pulled down the dress little by little, The trasnsparent slip didn't hide my uplift bra that barely covered my nipples my flat tummy and finally the white panties that under the bright light I was sure would be transparent. I trembled and blushed. When the dress was on the ground I stepped out of it while the boy pulled down my slip to let it puddle at my feet. Then I stood there hoping my near nudity would satisfy them since the boys were cheering and applauding the sight of me.

Jodie yelled, "The rest of it."

I sobbed and took off the bra to more cheers at my 34C boobs which were as big or bigger than any of the other girls.

I froze again until Jodie yelled, "The panties too. Damnit!"

In embarrassment I slowly slid them down not realizing the slow journey to reveal my pussy was just what they wanted. When they were at my knees I let go of them to let them puddle at my feet. "Some boy yelled, "Yay! She has a shaved pussy and it is a sweet one."

I swear I blushed to my toes then Jodie and Bill added to my embarrassment by taking my arms and leading me closer to the goup where boys reached out to fondle my boobs and pussy while making crude comments. I was almost glad to be led away from them to the tree where the cuffs they had made out of dog collars lined with sheepskin were buckled on my wrists.

Bill went by the tree to pull me up until I was on tip toes. In spite of my embarrassment I felt flattered when someone said, "Jesus. She is fucking beautiful!"

Jodie came over to me and said, "Remember I told you that you would determine your punishment. Pick a card out of this deck with your teeth. Number cards are the number Jack is eleven, Queen twelve King thirteen and ace fourteen."

I leaned my head forward to the deck she had fanned out with both hands and prayed for a deuce. I was not that lucky. I got a ten. I found out much later that it was a pinochle deck with the lowest number a nine.

She yelled out" A Ten!"

I thought that ten might not be too bad. Certainly not as bad as the cane but then she yelled, "Okay gang. Line up. Five on the front and five on the back."

God. I was no Math whiz but even I knew that was a hundred and ten lashes. I began crying as they lined up.

There was a sting on my butt followed closely by another across my belly. I was amazed. Sure it stung but not as bad as Don's hand.

The lashes began rangeing up and down my body from my shoulders to mid thigh but the only ones that stung really bad were the ones across my nipples. With my legs together My clitoris was protected and the skin of my groin was no more sensitive than my tummy.

I was moaning and sobbing but as it went on and on the stings seemed to radiate deep inside me and to my groin to create fantastic excitement. Someone was yelling out the count and when it got to a hundred I was into multiple orgasms. I am sure they thought my trembling and pulsating body was just a reaction to the pain.

The Jody yelled, "I get the last ten. Hold her guys!"

Bill and a prep guy grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart until I was nearly doing the splits. Obviously the juices of my pussy glistened in the bright light because some guy yelled excitedly, "Jesus! She is getting off on this! Her pussy is dripping!"

Jodie said,"Let's see how she like this!"

She brought the whip up fom the ground like a softball pitcher to make the lashes snap into my gaping pussy. The sting was unreal but it just brought me to a higher plateau of orgasm. She began a routine of pussy, breast, pussy, breast until I fainted from a gigantic orgasm.

When I came to they had looped my slip under may armpits and I was supported in a loose standing position by a rope to the chandelier. My whole body felt like it was sunburned. I felt greasy hands all over me and heard Jodie say, "I hope this sunburn lotion works. We have to have her skin normal by tomorrow."

Incredibly the greasy hands running over my nipples, tummy, pussy and inner thighs excited me again! someone said, "Christ. She is getting excited again. She loves this!

A prep boy said, "I know something she will like even better!"

He jerked off his elastic waisted pants and his shorts in one motion. His hard cock flipped up to snap the head into his belly button. I had never seen a hard dick before. The books in sex ed always showed them soft and so were the statues at the museum.

He pushed it down with his hand and drove it into my now wet and greasy slit. I swore it went all the way to my stomach but it felt wonderful as he thrust it in to his balls then out until the head nearly came out until I was in orgasm again.

This started an orgy, Clothes were coming off everyone to be thrown to the floor and couples were fucking in chairs, couches and on the floor.

But I was fucked more than anyone as the prep boys took turns. At one point there was a dick in my pussy and butt hole at the same time which drove me wild.

It changed my life. After that I had so many dates I could pick and choose and now I don't even care if Don whips me. I only hope the sharper stings will raise me to even greater heights.