While John was upstairs with Yvonne and Laura, the auction continued........

The most exciting tableau of the evening was to be presented. It featured Jane and Robin. Jane was to play the role of a 15th century heretic, who had repented, but whom the judges of the inquisition had ruled was to be whipped naked at the whipping post. Jane was a lovely slender brunette with long athletic legs and a perfect pear-shaped bottom. Her long brown hair hung straight, almost to her waist. The whip to be used was a modified cat-o-nine-tails, really, a martinet. This particular whip had 5 20" leather thongs that could impart a blazing sting and raise welts, but which would not break the skin. It might seem that Jane had, therefore, drawn the short straw, but in truth she had volunteered. For Jane was a devotee of the lash, and having experienced some mild SM play in the past was desirious of ascending to a new level,one that would test her limits. What she wished was to be publicly stripped naked, tied to the whipping post and whipped severely, just as an authentic judicial whipping of old might have been administered.

Two other factors influenced Jane's desire. The first was that she wanted to be whipped by a woman and was enamored of Robin, a tall dark-haired beauty with long legs, a well muscled upper body, and a superb figure. Jane had virtually worshipped her as a goddess from afar for months. The second was the post itself, which was cleverly designed to permit a woman to sexually stimulate herself while under the lash. The post had an adjustable pad that pressed against the pelvic region, causing the penitants' buttocks to arch up, presenting them for the whip. What was less obvious was a small knob on the pad shaped to rub agaist the clitoris as the victim writhed against the post.

"For our final event we present Jane, a repentant heretic of 15th century France."

Jane, clad in a long tunic, was lead in manacles onto the stage by Robin, dressed appropriately in a leather tunic and tights. The martinet was sheathed by its handle in her broad leather waist belt. She only needed a hood to look like an executioner of old.

"Though she has repented, the church has decreed that she be punished for uttering a heresy. A headstrong girl, much like the renowned Joan of Arc of this same period, it took some persuasion to convince her of her error. But unlike Joan, the only fire she will feel is on her backside." The martinet that Robin is holding is a serious implement. Therefore, the bidding will be for $500 a lash. The lashes will be given 80% on her bottom and upper thighs and 20% to her back."

Despite the price the bidding was heavy. Jane gulped and shuddered as the bids grew from $5000 to $8000. She questioned the wisdom of asking for this experience now that the moment of truth was at hand. Unbelieveably a bidding war between a wealthy grey-haired matron and a tuxedoed distinguished looking man yieded a final bid of $20000. Jane paled. She was to endure a whipping of 40 lashes. Her eyes nervously sought Robin's, looking for some sign of mercy in the coming ordeal. But Robin merely shook her head slowly as if to say " I must whip you hard. No quarter may be given".

As the crowd applauded wildly, Vicky announced,

" Mr Forbes has won the honor, and I must say all these fine and needy organizations thank you for your generous donation". To the attendants she said, "Please prepare the prisoner for punishment."

A Murmer of appreciation could be heared as the male attendants stripped the flowing tunic from Jane's body, revealing her nakedness. Turning her around, exposing her lovely rear to the audience, the attendants fastened the manacles to a hook, high on the post. The pad was adjusted to pelvic height, and a leather strap buckled across the small of her back forcing her to arch her buttocks for the whip. Her feet were locked into manacles at the base of the post.

Nodding to Robin, Vicky said, "You may begin. 40 lashes well laid on".

Robin had practiced with the lash and was confident of her ability to lay each stroke directly on the area to be punished. Drawing back her arm she brought the whip down directly across the crowns of Jane's bottom.

Swiiickk! "One", intoned Vicky, and added, "Everyone please count"

Swish..thwack! "Two" Swishhh...crack! "Three" Swiccckk! "Four"

Jane could not believe the pain and fought for control as the whip began to paint stripes of red across her quivering buttocks. Each time the whip landed, it bounced off of her buttocks causing a visible shockwave to appear in the smarting flesh. Where the whip landed it left a pattern of fine red weals.

A new pain sensation hit Jane as Robin switched to her upper back for three straight lashes.

Swiiccckk! "Sixteen" "Owwww...", screamed Jane pitiously.

On the bottom...swishhh...crack! "Seventeen" "Ahhhh...nooo" On the bottom again...swiiiiccckk! "Eighteen" On the thighs.....swish....thwack!"Yeowww....please" "Nineteen" shouted the the crowd transfixed by the lurid spectacle of Jane's wiggling fanny being whipped to a tomato red hue. On the back..swick! "Twenty". Bottom..swack! "oww!" "Twenty-one".

As the lashes fell, Jane began to wiggle her body against the post. By the 25th lash the friction of the little padded knob was causing her to experience sexual arousal spurred on by the heat from the whip. She writhed in a frenzied stew of pain and ecstasy against the whipping post.

All the while Robin calmly and deliberately administered the lashing with a pause in between each stroke to allow Jane to fully feel the effect of each one before the next cracked down across her gyrating bottom.

By the 35th lash Jane was screaming with each stroke and pleasuring herself against the post at the same time. At lash 38 she orgasmed, her body shuddering as she embraced the post as if it were a lover. Robin was aware that Jane was cumming and delivered the last two strokes with the full force of her arm. Jane screamed uncontrollably at the searing pain from each lash which landed full square across both cheeks of her wriggling fanny.

As the whipping ended the crowd grew silent, then burst into wild applause and cheering as Jane was released from the post. With tears coursing down her face she was once more turned about to show her backside while Robin gestured toward the tearful penitant and even took a little bow. Jane had been soundly and thoroughly whipped, and no one could say that the spectacle had not been authentic.

As the crowd quieted, Vicky said,

"That concludes the evening's tableaux. Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed it. Remember the night is yet young and you are free to use the house and the grounds as you will."

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John wandered through the cavernous house searching for Tracy. Guests had dispersed to various rooms and John was surprised to encounter numerous combinations of both those who were obviously guests and some of the "costumed" young men and women engaging in various activities including some of those that had been exhibited earlier. In one room would be a middle-aged man sprawled across the lap of a comely "town beadle" receiving a brisk spanking with a wooden paddle. In another a wealthy society matron had been stripped of her gown and was being birched while bending over the back of a chair. In yet another John saw a "schoolgirl" held across the knee of an elderly gentleman while he applied his palm vigorously to her bare wiggling fanny. Even outside in the garden there was more. John chanced upon a pair of 30ish women,totally naked, their hands tied to an overhanging tree limb. They were facing each other and they were tied face to face with a belt encircling both waists. Their bottoms were being lashed with switches cut from a nearby sapling by two 30ish men who could have been their husbands.

Or maybe not, thought John. Who the hell are these people? They throw money around like water for this lurid spectacle and end up engaging in total and public debauchery. Oh well, he thought, as someone once said, the rich are not like the rest of us.

Returning to the house John finally stumbled into Tracy as she emerged from a bedroom.

"Thank God. I finally found you", said John, "Lets get out of here. I'm done in"

"So am I," agreed Tracy.

And they left.... to nurse some very sore bottoms and to engage in some intense lovemaking,both having been so aroused by the events of the evening.......

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THE HILL VALLEY SENTINEL, July 30, 1999

TANNEN HEIRESS ARRESTED ON PROSTITUTION CHARGE--DA SAYS CHARITY AUCTION WAS A FRONT FOR PAY FOR SEX

The county DA's office announced today the delivery of indictments against Tannen Industries heiress and owner Victoria Tannen for prostitution stemming from a wild party two weeks ago. While Tannen's attorneys have maintained that the event was a "charity auction" and did not involve the exchange of sex for money , unnamed informants have alleged otherwise. Tannen is free on $5000 bail.

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THE HILL VALLEY SENTINEL, October 2, 1999

INDICTMENTS DISMISSED AGAINST TANNEN--NOT ENOUGH EVIDENCE TO PROSECUTE

The county announced that it was dropping all charges against Victoria Tannen in the wake of a preliminary hearing at which no evidence could be produced showing that any act of prostitution had taken place at a summer charity auction hosted by Ms. Tannen. Assistant DA Larry Withers explained: "Although there was evidence that the auction was a little wild and that volunteers had actually been flogged as 'entertainment', there was nothing to indicate that anyone paid for actual sex. For people to pay to see someone whipped is odd, but we've checked and its not illegal."

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For immediate release....Tannen Industries Inc., Oct. 29, 1999

Tannen Industries today announced the settlement of a civil action brought by a group of individuals against the company for battery and fraud in the wake of a charity auction held by President and CEO Victoria Tannen last July. Details of the settlement remain confidential.

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Nine young women filed into the room. Nine attractive aerobics instructors and weight trainers. All nine wore short Grecian tunics in various pastel colors made of a silky material that draped across their lucious figures and tied at the waist with a white rope. The room in question was a large drawing room in Victoria Tannen's mansion. Near a far wall was a pillory/bench apparatus whose function was easily guessed. It was in fact the pillory used at the auction. If you were to be punished in this device you bent over the padded cylinder at one end and inserted your hands and neck into the semicircular cutouts of the yoke at the other end. The yoke would be lowered and locked and a strap would be buckled across your back. Another strap went behind your knees securing them to the legs of the bench. You were thus bent at a right angle, your knees lightly flexed and your buttocks prominently displayed and perfectly positioned for a very ignominious and humiliating chastisement--from which you could not escape. A broad leather strap set in a wooden handle and a wooden "school" paddle hung from a hook on the pillory, and a collection of switches each about 30" long and as big around as a little finger, protruded from a bucket next to the pillory.

The women filed in and sat in a row of chairs facing the pillory. Lining either side of the room were two other rows of chairs. These were occupied by well dressed men and women in suits. Briefcases were lined up next to these chairs. Between the nine seated women and the pillory stood John and Tracy. John was dressed in workout gear as was Tracy, her delectable figure clad in spandex shorts and a halter top.They represented the others such as Tina, Matt, and Mary who had joined in the action, and who were seated with their attorneys.

This was the deal they had made to settle the case. It was all Tracy's idea. The instructors who had been the whippers at the auction, and Ms Victoria Tannen herself, would submit to a flogging at the hands of John and Tracy as representative of all the plaintiffs. In return, all plaintiffs would drop all claims for damages and neither party would discuss the terms of the agreement. John thought the idea ludicrous but interesting. He was shocked when Vicky and her staff went for it. She even threw in a lifetime membership for free. Since none of the others wanted money, only justice, they agreed. In truth the case was weak since all had consented to the auction with full knowlege of the consequences>.

The lead attorney for the plaintiffs stood and addressed his counterparts on the other side of the drawing room.

"I see we are ready to begin. As we agreed each of the defendants will remove her tunic and allow herself to be locked in the pillory completely naked. She will then receive 20 strokes, 10 with the leather strap from Mr. Martin to be followed by 10 licks with a willow switch from Ms. Clark. In addition Ms Tannen will receive one swat with the school paddle from each plaintiff present.

Addressing the seated women he said, "When I call your name, you will remove your tunic and bend over the pad and place your head and hands in the pillory. I will go in the order in which you were named in the complaint. First will be Chrissy Hall."

Chrissy stood and doffed her tunic revealing her gorgeous 5' 10" figure. She bent over to place herself in the pillory. The restraints caused her satiny round bottom to display itself prominently as if begging for the application of strap and switch.

For the next two hours the drawing room resounded with the CRACK! of the wicked strap and the THWICK! of the willow switch as nine bare fannies danced to the painful tune of strap and switch. The resulting cries of anguish and pleas for mercy were ignored. John delivered his strapping with hard meaty smacks to the writhing nude bottoms locked in the pillory. At each crack! the strap caused a naked hiney to jiggle momentarily before leaving a broad band of red in its wake. Tracy would follow with the whippy switch, swishing it down with a full arm stroke and a snap of the wrist at impact to make stinging contact across both nude cheeks. The girls shrieked and howled as John and Tracy delivered the whippings. No one could remain stoic though some tried. Even Vicky bawled and begged under the stinging chastisement. She blubbered incoherently as each club member present approached the pillory, took up the hard schoolroom paddle and administered a hard swat to her already scorched and wealed rear end.

Along the side wall faces became flushed and clothing was readjusted as the whippings continued. Here and there a normally staid trial lawyer crossed his legs to hide an embarassing condition. Comely legal assistants felt moisture creeping into flimsy panties. And very "in control" lady attorneys felt nipples harden at the thought of themselves locked in the pillory in place of their clients.

When it was done Vicky and her staff filed out to console each other as best they could. As it turned out, not only cold cream but fingers and tongues were used into the night among the beautiful amazons to alleviate the sting in cherry red bottoms.

The lawyers chatted for a few nervous moments then left, making excuses about the need to get back to work. In truth many never made it back to the office that day. Colleagues and partners would wonder why some who had attended the settlement "closing" the previous day appeared to either sit very gingerly or prefer to stand at meetings and conferences the next day.

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Later that week........over dinner

"Tracy, there's something important I want to say", began John. "Now that the suit is over I feel the time is right."

"Right for what John?"

Taking her hand in his John said: "Tracy, will you marry me?"

"Oh my God, John! Yes! Yes of course I will marry you!" she cried happily.

"Oh but I have to tell you...I have a confession to make...I really hope it won't change anything."

"What? What? What do you have to tell me?"

"Well...er...there are some things", Tracy said nervously.

"Like what?" demanded John.

"Well about the health club. I haven't told you everything and I haven't been entirely honest. Like...do you remember when we were both late that first time and Sandra paddled us?"

"Yesss..." said John slowly.

"Well I ..er...I made us late on purpose. Remember I told you to take the freeway? I knew it was all backed up. You were in the bathroom. I heard it on the news."

"Why on earth???....why would you do that?...she blistered our butts!"

"I was the one who got Sandra to do us both at the same time. I wanted to see how you reacted to spankings."

"You wanted to see what??"

"Yes...you see, I've had this kink for a long time, spankings I mean, and well there are so many vanilla men out there, I wanted to make sure that any guy I got interested in would like the same thing and so..."

"Let me get this straight", said John now folding his arms,"you set us both up so that you would see if I got turned on by spanking?"

"Well....yeah, you see I knew Vicky from before. I mean it was her idea about paddling Sandra and making her suck you, and then she said I should pretend I was mad and spank you myself."

"I'm fascinated, please continue."

"I knew them all--Vicky, Chrissy, Sandra, Robin...the whole bunch. We are all sorority sisters. Vicky hired a lot of her sorority sisters who graduated after her. She was kind of a big sister alum...she is older than all of us but she was always around, coming to initiations and everything. Anyway when Biff died and left her everything, she started the health club and made a lot of her ex-sisters instructors."

"Let me guess, this sorority used paddling to discipline pledges, yes?"

"We used the paddle to discipline everyone, and alot of us discovered that we liked it. It used to get us pretty turned on. Chrissy is 27, I'm 23--she was my big sister. I'm so petite, she didn't paddle me much but she sure did put me over her knee and spank me a lot."

"And the auction, was that a setup too?"

"Oh please John, don't be mad. Vicky has these rich friends--from all over the world. She and Biff travelled in some strange circles. These people are rich and into BDSM in a big way. Vicky has these big parties and she gets people from the club to help, anyway people who are into it. And the charity part of it was true. They really did give the money away. Vicky supports a lot of good causes and those people don't care. To them 15 or 20 thousand is chicken feed and they can write it off. Anyway, you're not really too mad are you.....?"

John just stood up from the table and looked at Tracy. Then he began to slowly roll up his sleeve.

"Uh..John what are you going to do? John, no John, no", sqealed Tracy as John grabbed her by the wrist, pulled out a chair, sat down and flung Tracy across his lap.

"You little witch", said John, "You got me spanked, paddled....and I even took a switching from you, and it was all to see if I liked it?? You could've just asked! I think I'm going to teach my- soon- to- be wife a little lesson in up front honesty. You like spankings? I'll show you spankings!"

And with that John pulled up her short skirt, yanked down her panties and began to apply the palm of his hand to her bare wriggling fanny. Crack! Smack! Spank! Crack! A steady rhythm of hard spanks landing on Tracy's bare bottom made sounds like pistol shots that ricocheted off the walls. John spanked with all the force he could muster. Her cute bottom jiggled delightfully as each full armed smack landed. Tracy could only kick her legs helplessly and was soon squalling like a six-year-old.

"This isn't all Tracy, On Saturday afternoon you will put on your short nightgown, take a knife and go out in that back yard and cut a switch. You will bring it to me and ask me very nicely to use it on your little hiney. You will bend over the back of this very chair, lift your nighty, pull down your panties and hold on to the edge of this seat while I whip your bare fanny until I think youv'e learned a good lesson. Do you understand?"

"Ohhh....owww...ow...yes John...." wailed Tracy.

When Tracy's bottom had been spanked to a bright shade of red, John finally relented. Tracy was bawling and hiccupping, but secretly thrilled. He had called her his "wife to be", and he had given her a sound and masterful spanking that had caused a definite moistness in her lower parts. When John released her, she immediately knelt between his legs and finding his zipper, liberated his throbbing organ. She took the hard shaft into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, sending John into a new zone of ecstasy. John exploded in her mouth, but she continued to suck draining every drop of jism he had.

"That was only round one" said Tracy, "lets go to bed."

Later, tired and satiated, John said: "There's one thing I don't understand--you convinced us all to sue Vicky. I thought you told me you were all friends. so why?"

"It was all arranged", said Tracy. "You see Vicky likes both sides of the fence. She wanted to experience a real judicial punishment with witnesses and everything, but who were not part of her scene. And about once a year she puts her staff through some sort of training session, just in case they forget what its like being on the other end of the paddle. Most of them got off on it anyway. We had mapped the whole thing out before the suit was filed."

"My God", mused John, "that must have been some sorority"

"Oh, I could tell you stories......."