By Louetta

This is part 4 of an 8 part saga of my adventures with 
some of my brother's college buddies when I was 18.



"Shall we get started?" he asks. "Yeh," I say softly.
He puts the palm of his right hand on each of my bare
tits and gives them a gentle squeeze. "What a shame to
have to do this to these." My soft white breasts. Then
he's behind me. For a minute there is no sound. I stare at
the crowd. They stare back at the helpless girl about
to suffer. I screw my eyes shut. I hear the whistle of
the whip through the air. My whole body stiffens.
"Ahhh!" I scream as the hard leather bites into my
skin setting my tight young ass on fire.

I don't know how many times I've been whipped. I do
remember the first time. I was alone in the woods in
what I thought was one of my secret places. I can
still feel how scared I was when they set upon me
while I was lying in the sun. Three of them. Guys I
knew. They took me to a nearby tree, bound my wrists
together in front of me and strung me up from an
overhanging limb. Then they stripped me. All I had on
to start with was this little bikini and I was naked
in two minutes, but being slowly stripped seemed to
take forever. And I loved it. I loved the power my
body gave me over them. Especially when I was naked.

I remember the butterflies in my stomach as the guy
who did the honors opened the straps on my bra and
slowly prepared to bare my bosom. Underneath my top,
my breasts were as white as the snow, as soft as silk.
Then he lowered the flimsy little garment an inch at a
time until my breasts were bared. I already knew how
exquisitely sensitive my tits were to a boy's touches.
Nevertheless, I was awestruck at how it felt when they
each felt me up gently and how I loved the painful
feelings as they pinched my nipples. Then there was
the heaving of my chest and the pounding of my heart
as he untied the sides of my bikini bottoms and I knew
I was moments from being nude. And suddenly I was. It
wasn't the first time I was nude with a boy and not
even the first time I was tied up nude with a boy. It
wasn't even the first time I was tied up nude against
my will. But now I was old enough so the consequences
were potentially different. And I loved it.. I felt
the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the summer
breeze on my breasts and my bare ass and the wetness
between my legs. It was enchanting.

I didn't know what they were going to do to me. I
guess I thought they wanted sex but they didn't, at
least they never entered me. But they enjoyed my naked
body to the fullest with their hands and their mouths
and I was in heaven. I had been naked with boys before
and boys had touched me before but never like this,
tied up and slowly stripped against my will. They
spent the better part of an hour feeling me up,
stroking my ass and finally my cunt, making fun of me
and enjoying the tempting young body that could offer
no resistance. Then finally, just like today, one of
them slowly unhitched his belt. He forced me to kiss
him. Then he spent the next half hour whipping me.
Every fucking inch of me.

It hurt like hell. I was really thin and not having
any padding made it hurt worse. It was unimaginable
how much it hurt. Of course that was what they wanted.
I screamed and I cried but I learned lessons endurance
that I still remember today. Despite the excruciating
pain I loved it. Absolutely loved it. I loved being
naked in front of the guys. The shining whiteness of
my bare chest, untouched by the sun, so unlike the
tanned chests of the boys in front of me. The agony of
the whip across my hard pink nipples and my soft white
breasts. My thin white ass quivering under the lash.
My pussy dripping wet, offered to whomever might take
it. But thankfully nobody did. 

I loved the way the whip burned my soft brown body.
Loved the way the cool fire that started more in my
abdomen than in my cunt grew into the now familiar
feelings between my legs. Loved the hunger in their
eyes as they devoured the sight of my thin body
twisting naked under the lash. Loved how my breathing
stood still and my body exploded when he hit me one
last time and I came so hard it pushed my hips
violently forward and they stared at me in amazement.
For the first time I understood the power of the
secret garden that lay between my spare brown thighs.

When they left me I was filled with confusing
emotions. Something that should have been frightening
had happened to me but I had enjoyed every minute of
it. Something that should have been torture had been
incredibly enjoyable. My body had responded to
agonizing pain the way it should have responded to a
lover's gentle touch. 

It was several hours before two lovers on their way to
the river found me still hanging there completely
nude. My body was still flushed with the pleasure of
having cum and cum and cum. And I wasn't through. In
bed that night my hands were gently busy on my body
and I found I now had a fantasy that to this day has
provided me with a thousand lovely orgasms. I glowed
for days, both from the wonderful feelings from the
whipping and in the new found knowledge of what my
body could do for me. 

Now, every time I'm whipped I relive that first
experience. Because of the wonderful memory of that
day I look forward to being stripped naked. This day I
did most of the stripping myself and it bothered me
because I find being stripped so sexy. I loved being naked
in front of all these people, especially the men. So
many men, so little time.

I spotted a bunch of guys and girls in the first row
and kept my eyes glued on them all through the
whipping so I could revel in watching them watch me
hanging naked a few feet away from them. I wondered
what the boys thought of my naked body. Whether they
wanted it for themselves. It was just like stripping
in a club. I wondered what they thought of what was
being done to me. I wondered if they enjoyed watching
me being tortured. I wondered what the girls thought.
I wondered what they thought of me for wanting this to
be done to me. I wondered if they resented me for my
willowy body willingly displayed before their
boyfriends. That was just like the club too. I
wondered if the girls wanted the boys to do this to
them. I wondered if they were all as turned on as much
as I was. I envisioned them going home desperately
horny, quickly stripping naked and fucking with
abandon for hours. Ah the services I provide.

Because of that first day, now when I'm flogged I look
forward to it. That first time I hadn't known how much
it would hurt. I had hardly ever even been spanked
growing up, and never on my bare ass. That day I
learned how it hurt. It hurt like hell. And it was
going to hurt even worse today because the guy
whipping me was bigger and stronger than anyone who
had whipped me before. I prayed he'd take it easy on
me but he didn't. I had learned that first day how
wonderful it made my body feel as the whip flailed
away at my nubile body and at some point the pain
gradually began to recede and slowly my burning ass
and burning breasts surrendered control to my burning
cunt. 

And what happened then made it all worthwhile. A
volcanic heat rose from deep within my most private
parts and soared out of control and filled my body. My
breasts and my hips heaved violently and I could feel
the blood pounding in my veins as my climax approached
with a force I couldn't control and I surrendered to
the white hot heat of the orgasm that consumed my body
like a firestorm until finally, minutes later, the
fire was quenched leaving me gasping for breath.
That's why I secretly smiled today when I heard the
whistle of his belt in the air and felt the first blow
bite into the soft white skin of my ass. 

I screamed as he hit me, seemingly as hard as he
could. My naked body jerked forward despite the chains
that held me. Even though I saw it coming out of the
corner of my eye the pain caught me by surprise. I
swore under my breath. I could hardly believe he
wanted to hurt me this much. I yelled as he hit me again,
hard, hard, in the same place right across my bare
ass.

He kept working the same spot to make it worse. He hit
me again and this time I promised myself I wouldn't
cry out. I had to take this for an hour. I couldn't
get too worked up right at the start. I had been
whipped enough to know that if I was going to survive
without breaking down I had to get a rhythm. I had to
prepare myself mentally to take the next stroke before
it came. I tensed my arm muscles and pulled on my
chains and he hit me a fourth time, still right across
the ass, the same place and my skin just burned where
he hit me. 

I screwed my eyes shut and tried to talk to myself to
make the pain go away. A fifth time. "Shit," I cried
out. So much for not crying out. A sixth and then a
seventh right away to keep me off balance. Again I
fairly screamed out loud. He was working my ass
beautifully, getting both cheeks in the same spot
every time. Then eight. This one was easier. I stole a
glance at the girl who had been helping me standing
off to one side. She looked back in horror. Nine, this
one hard as he could to make up for number eight. My
body jerked forward and my handcuffs dug into my
wrists as they stopped my momentum. I couldn't believe
it, my ass was on fire. Then right away ten. I cried
out again. I writhed with the pain, pleading to God to
help me and cursing the fucking guy and his whip.
Mercifully, he let me rest. All I could do was hang
there trying to gather my strength to continue,
because I knew we would continue.

He lowered the whip for a minute. The girl who
was with me gave me some water and wiped the sweat off
me from my face all the way down to my crotch. It was
hot as hell and I was soaking wet. With my legs spread
wide I could smell the musky odor of sex, left over
from having cum only fifteen minutes ago and building
again as the fire inside me rebuilt itself. The guy
came up behind me and felt my now half pink ass with
his hand. He came around in front of me and gently
stroked my breasts. Then he made me an offer. If  I
agreed to fuck him and some of the other lacrosse guys
on my brother's team he would let me off easy. I
could either give my body to them in a bed or give it
to him under the whip. Much as I might have wanted to
fuck him, if he asked me straight up, I told him no,
my body was not for sale. He told me everyone has a
price and we were about to see what mine was. He
traced a path down the front of me with the tip of his
belt and told me I had no idea what he was going to do
to me. But I did have an idea. And as scared as I was
of the pain I longed for the feel of the whip. "Get it
over with," I almost spit at him. 

He walked slowly, deliberately, in back of me and
stood. He was going to make me wait a bit. He knew the
most exquisite part of being tortured was waiting for
it to happen, hour by hour, minute by minute, second
by second, waiting for the whip to fall or the rack to
stretch you or the irons to burn you. Feeling the fear
in the pit of your stomach, the fire in your loins,
the sweat under your arms, the lovely feel of the
ropes. Then he moved directly behind me and started
working on me again. I struggled with all my might to
escape the chains that held me, my soft, slender arms
bound high above my twisting body. 

The more and more he hit me the more I struggled. I
tried desperately to keep my mouth shut but I
couldn't, I pleaded, I screamed. My stomach
tightened in self-defense as I tried to steel myself
against the next blow. As my ass burned a dull ache
consumed my arms and my shoulders from holding up my
weight. The more he hit me the faster my breath came.
The more my breasts heaved the harder it became to
breathe.

Ten more and he stopped again. By now my whole body
was taut and sweating. The girl gave me more water and
threw some on my face and my chest. I was half dead
already and he'd only hit me twenty times. He was back
in my face. All I had to do was to submit. I wouldn't
regret it. He knew how to please a woman. He'd fuck me
long and hard and deep. I could spare myself all this
in exchange for a piece of my ass with a few guys.
Well lots of guys have offered to fuck me long and
hard and deep and I've told lots of guys no for less
reason. Not a chance, buddy. He went back to work
behind me. 

I knew doing my bum was just a warm-up. He wanted the
front of my body, not the back and soon he'd have it.
For now he laid into my bare ass with a will, with a
wild abandon. He started a third set of ten, this time
aiming just where my ass cheeks met the top of my
thighs. With each stroke the tip of his whip
threatened to slip between my legs and sear the moist
lips of my cunt. This time there was no hesitation. He
was trying to break me. For the fourth set he did the
backs of my thighs. My leg muscles are strong from
running on the beach and I held up a little better but
when he started a fifth set, trying to catch the soft
flesh on the inside of my widespread thighs I began to
weaken just a little. 

Over and over he hit me. As the pain increased I
shivered somewhere deep inside. My whole body from my
waist to my knees was consumed with pain, my mouth was
so dry despite the water it felt like sand. As the
pain increased my own body began to betray me. I tried
to stand up straight and ready myself for every blow.
Every fifteen seconds. But every time he hit me I
flailed back and forth so much trying to deal with the
pain and the fear I couldn't prepare myself for the
next one. And still he went on and on and on as I
screamed for help, expecting none and getting none
until finally, mercifully he stopped.



  
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