By Louetta

Somewhere along the line my brothers decided it would be a nice annual 
custom if they administered a spanking to my younger sister Robin and I 
on our birthdays. Since the birthdays fell only four days apart they
also decided the spankings would be administered at the same time. And
they further decided that to heighten our embarassment we would be
spanked on our bare bottoms. And after the first few annual events it
was decided that in fact we would be naked, just to add a bit of extra 
interest.

To add further appeal we would get two whacks for each year old we
were instead of a more traditional one for a birthday spanking. This
made things last a little longer which was nice for the boys but not 
so nice for us. Robin hated the whole idea. It wasn't so much the pain 
as the indignity of being stripped naked and bent over double. And we 
were always made to spread our legs so as much as possible our private
parts were clearly visible from behind. I could understand why they
wanted a look at our genitals but frankly the thought of getting a
clear view of somebody's bum hole left me wondering. Unlike Robin I
kind of enjoyed being naked with the boys and having my hands tied. I
also knew there was something about being hit on the bum that 
really interested me.

Prior to this year, the spankings had always been administered at home,
in private with only our three brothers present. This year, however,
it was decided that the audience would widen and the ceremony would 
take place outside. We couldn't have a crowd in the house and there was
no other building they could lure us to on the appropriate day without
giving the game away. This left the possibility someone would hear our
cries and believe me they hit us hard enough that we yelled. Therefore,
to muffle our cries, at least mine, I would be gagged with my own 
underpants, which of course would have been taken off me. Robin would
be spared this indignity. As the ceremony proceeded one of my brothers 
would just put his hand over her mouth.

So on June 15th, two days before my birthday and two days after Robin's
we were set upon as we walked along the path thru the woods along the
banks of the mighty Ipswich river. At least they chose a scenic spot
for the event. There were eight boys, two of our brothers, RaeAnn's
brother Ray and five others. I recognized all of them and they knew me.
Robin they had seen but she said none of them had ever done anything
except stare at her.

So we were way laid in the woods and our wrists bound behind us and our
sneakers and socks were taken as well as our knapsacks. Everything was
carefully stored in a trash bag for each of us so we could be restored
to some semblance of neatness for the eventual trip home. We were taken
down to the river bed with a boy holding each arm. Robin was already 
screaming and putting up a wicked fight. I'm sure it was more the 
certain fact that all these boys were soon going to get to see her
stark naked than the thought of the beating she would take. When we got
to the scene of the crime two more boys waited with my third brother.

It was a beautiful June day, the sun was shining, all the foliage had
bloomed so we were well hidden. The river was still running high with
the Spring thaw. It was all laid out. We would be stripped naked, each 
in turn, and bent over a section of old wooden fence. The top piece had
been removed so we would be bent properly from about the waist. A 
towel lay where our bodies would contact the fence to best insure our
comfort. Our legs would be spread to either side and ropes placed 
around our ankles and pulled tight to either side. Our wrists would 
remain bound behind us and the middle of our bodies tied to the fence 
to keep us bent over in a satisfactory position. 

Robin would be stripped naked and spanked first, using my brother's 
leather belt, a wide instrument which would spread the blow over her 
tender young bottom. Meanwhile I would be hogtied nearby on a blanket.
When they were done with Robin, she would replace me on the blanket
and be hogtied while still nude. I would then be stripped and bent
over the fence and my punishment received. For me they had a rawhide
whip attached to a handle to supply more leverage. The whip had been
knotted in half a dozen places and soaked in water to insure the
maximum effect. I asked, and was granted, a reprieve from having my
panties stuffed in my mouth if I endeavored not to cry out. When I was
done we would both be untied, allowed to dress and leave unmolested.

So we began. First they made me lie on the rug, my ankles were bound 
and brought up behind and tied to my wrists. I loved it and as soon
as they left me I started rubbing my crotch against the blanket to
pleasure myself.

The next task was to strip Robin bareass. The less said about it the
better. She has a nice little body and of course the boys enjoyed
stripping her. She screamed bloody murder and put up the best fight 
she could which of course just made things worse. I watched the whole
thing and marveled at how pretty she looked naked in the outdoors. She
has the makings of a really nice body which I do not. And she's really
pretty. She has a really cute bum and a nice pink pussy. At least I
have those and I have longer legs.

Anyway halfway through getting her stripped nude they had to untie
her wrists to get her shirt off. Her ankles were not bound and when 
they got her panties off she actually got away and ran naked as a jay
bird back toward the path but they of course caught her. They tied her
wrists again and lead her to the hurdle, as they called it, for her
spanking. Hurdle is a word they got from reading about the movie 
Braveheart and how people were drawn and quartered. A lot of the stuff
I was subjected to later on in various games my brother got from
movies. They bent her over the hurdle and while two boys tied her ankles 
wide on either side two more bound her waist to the top piece. As
predicted this gave them a fine view of her asshole and, peeking 
thru her spread thighs, the pinkness of her soft little slit. 

As soon as they got her tied there was a problem because she peed on
herself. To add to her indignity they didn't let her clean up til they
were finished. So it started. As usual my brother did six warm-up strokes,
light ones to get her ready. Then he started for real. First one hard
across mostly her left ass cheek. Then another. She yelled. She tried
her best to get herself free. Two more and she screamed. He seemed 
to go in twos. Two more and she screamed again. She pleaded for mercy
but none came. She struggled so I was afraid she would hurt herself.
Two more and she cried. More struggles. Now he went in singles. One
more and she struggled. Still another and screams and more tears.
Now no more struggles. The pain seemingly had won out and all she
sould do at this point was scream and cry. It was hideous I thought.
How could they do this to her. 

He gave her a little break. Her bare ass was bright red and twisted
wantonly in between strokes. Then he continued. One more hard one and
she cried more and more. Another and her struggles seemed to end. She
had been broken it seemed. Another and hardly a peep except low 
sobbing. Then another and they were done. They gave her a few minutes
and untied her from the hurdle and untied her ankles. Then they
decided to untie her wrists and my brother took her down to the river
to let her clean up where she'd peed on he legs and they decided not
to hogtie her but let her cover her nakedness with her hands but she 
still could not get dressed.
 
Then it was my turn. They untied the rope that bound my wrists to my
ankles and then my ankle ropes. They decided to be more careful about 
the captive running away so they blindfolded me. Then they stripped me. 
I did not put up a fight. It isn't worth it I had already discovered.
I didn't mind it so much. I had been naked with boys before and been
stripped against my will. I knew what to expect. How they touched me
at every opportunity and chortled as my clothes gradually came off.

They untied my wrists only long enough to get my shirt off and my
little cotton bra. Then they retied my wrists behind me. Now they 
could feel me up at will. Then my skirt and my undies and the hands 
were on my ass and in between my legs. They spent at least a half 
hour stripping me and feeling me up, stroking my bare ass and my 
crotch, enjoying the tempting young body that offered no resistance.
I was so horny I could scream. My pussy was on fire and all of my 
insides from my cunt lips up to about my belly button. My nipples 
were so hard they hurt and the roughness of their hands made it worse. 
And all the while Robin cowered there naked watching what was being
done to me. When they were through feeling me up they took off my
blindfold. But I was sure my little brother had gotten his hand
between big sister's legs. Robin said so later.

Finally it was time. I was led naked as the day I was born to the 
hurdle. By this time I was so wet between my legs I could feel it on
the outside of me. They stood me close to the bar and spread my legs. 
Then they bound my ankles to either side. Then they had me bend over
at the waist and bound my waist to the top of the hurdle. Then I was 
ready.

My oldest brother went to the river's edge and got the thoroughly 
wet rawhide whip out of the water. He ran his hand down over the 
knotted cord to wring the excess water out and hit a tree with it
a couple of times. Then he stood behind me. He gave me my half dozen
warmups and reminded me that I had agreed not to scream. He told me
they would rotate giving me strokes, my brothers and Ray and a few
of the others.

Then he started to whip my ass. At first I was very much aware of
what was happening. I was aware of my bare ass staring up at my own
brother, his clear view of my bum hole and my pink pussy further
on between my spread legs. He hit me. The pain was incredible. I could
almost feel each of the little knots and the weight of the wetness
of the whip made it hurt all the more. They spent the next half hour 
whipping me. Whipping my bare ass. And that's what it was, a whipping,
not a spanking. He hit me again. It hurt like hell. I was really 
thin and not having any padding made it hurt worse. He hit me a third
time. It was unimaginable how much it hurt but I was determined not
to cry out. Then once more and this time I writhed in agony. My bare
ass was on fire and he was only the first guy I had to endure.

He handed the whip to my middle brother. Again I was aware of his view
of his sister's bum hole and her hairless pussy. I was convinced neither of
these first two guys really wanted me to suffer. The worst was yet to come.
Another blow. More pain. I kept silent but I felt a tear come down my
cheek. Another blow and I sobbed a little. There was so much more to
go. He waited a full minute and gave me one more. Now I started to
break a little. I wasn't so clear headed. The river in front of me
wasn't so clearly in view due to the tears and my mind getting fuzzy.
Another one. Now an audible groan and more searing pain in my ass.
Of course that was what they wanted. They wanted me to suffer. He handed
the whip to one of the boys I did not know.
 
"Hit her as hard as you can!" a voice said. I shivered. And I think he 
did. He reared back and hit me with the full force of his arm.

"Ah!" I cried out. I struggled against my ropes. Again.

"Ah, ah," I couldn't help it. Once more, as hard as he could.

"No, no." At that point my ass began to bleed just a little, just where
some of the knots had broken the skin when he hit me so hard. Again, the
same place as best he could.

"No, please," I almost screamed. I struggled helplessly against my ropes.

"Get her panties! No get Robin's," Ray said.

The guy who had been whipping me handed the whip to my little brother. I
knew it would be him and then Ray. Ray wanted my ass in more ways than
one. Robin tried to stop them but she was little and she was still naked
so a guy came with her panties and Ray folded them up neatly and jerked 
my head up by the hair to force me to open my mouth. So I had my little
sister's panties stuck into my mouth. It was funny, they had a bit of a 
scent on them, like she was made horny about being taken prisoner. It was
better than having mine in my mouth. If they were mine I could smell myself
on my them. I had already been hot when they were still stripping my
sister. He shoved the folded panties into my mouth and took a short 
piece of rope and pulled it across my open mouth and behind my head and
tied it to keep the panties in my mouth. I was already dry as a bone and
the panties made the dryness worse.

Now my little brother. He took his time and hit me hardest of all so far.
He was by far the most sadistic and was the designer of all our future
bondage games. He hit me four times. I screamed into my gag and I cried 
but during the rest of my ordeal I learned lessons in endurance that I 
still remember today. That helped me get through endless whippings I would
submit to later on. And as he hit me I started to drift off into my own
space. 

Despite the almost unbearable pain I loved every second of it. Absolutely 
loved it. I loved the whole scene. Being taken priconer. Having our hands
tied behind us and marched to the scene. Seeing Robin being stripped for the 
first time and seeing her naked body. My being stripped by the guys. Being
naked. The shining whiteness of my bare chest. The hardness of my little 
pink nipples. The guys said I had a bum like a boy, and I did. Small and
firm, snowy white. I loved the feel of the ropes. The physical feel of
them against my skin. The little trace of fear that snuck in when I was 
tied, the feeling of helplessness, of vulnerability. Of total surrender.
The wetness between my legs. The fire in my pussy and the shivering 
pleasure of my body as I got hotter. I barely noticed when my brother
handed the whip to Ray.

He took his time. This was the first time anyone really tried to torture
me. To inflict pain for pain's sake. To try to hurt me. He made my bum
bleed until it came off on the whip, a whip I kept with my dried blood
on it. I could hear Robin scream and they had to tie her to keep her
from interfering. He took his four shots at me and that was the end. But
I never even knew til Robin untied me.

During those last three or four minutes I died and went to heaven. My 
little ass quivering under the lash, increasingly wet with my own blood.
I cried til I thought my heart would break but inwardly I reveled in the 
way the whip burned my soft white bum. But more than that I loved the 
hot fire that started in my cunt and engulfed everything in my crotch
and up inside me and the tingling in my nipples and my unformed breasts
and at some point my heart seemed to stop and my breathing stood still 
and my body exploded when he hit me one got off so hard it pushed my thighs
into the hurdle and I held them there and squeezed just like a boy was 
in me. And it seemed to go on and on and Robin told me they left me there 
for several minutes after they finished with me and they untied her and 
collected their things and left.

Next thing I knew Robin had untied my ankles and I was conscious and I
mumbled to get her to untie the rope which held her panties in my mouth.
Now I talk to her as she untied my wrists. Poor little angel was still stark 
naked and scared out of her wits. Scared about what had happened to her 
and to her big sister. We both untied the ropes that bound me to the hurdle
and I stood up and hugged her tight to me, both of us completely naked. 
It was then she told me my ass was bloody and I cleaned myself at the river 
bed with the towel that had been laid across the hurdle. We both got
dressed and went home. They had left me the whip they had used on me. I
took it home and saved it.

What had happened left me with some confusing emotions. Something that 
most girls would consider a frightening and painful experience I had in
fact enjoyed. And for many weeks lying in bed on my back my fingers would
find their way down over my breasts and my tummy and between my legs and
I would enjoy all over again at least some of the pleasurable sensations
I had felt under the whip. Even if it was supposed to be a spanking. I
didn't really understand but something that was meant to be torture had been
incredibly enjoyable. My pussy had responded to terrible pain as it should
have responded to a boy's hand or his tongue between my legs or, later, his 
penis inside me.

When we got home I took a shower with Robin. I love her body, she's so cute
and has perfect skin. The boys will love her. We washed each other and it
was fun. We talked about breasts and cunnies and bums and I stood behind
her, both of us nude, and we looked in the mirror at her. I think after we
talked and lay in bed together with our PJs on she understood a little 
better the power of her pussy and what it can do for her. And I know 
better what mine did for me while Ray whipped me.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com


  
A Virgin Sacrifice - June 1995