 
              A Cheerleader's Story

                  Chapter Three

Sammi gave me that smile, the one where the corners
of her mouth turn down,

"Come to me. I want to be carried to my basement. That 
is where I do my cheer and dance practice. You will
either hate it, or love it there. I love it!"

I felt alright now. I never even thought if I could
have been killed. I thought of how I loved the scent 
and taste of everything that was Sammi. I hope I did
not inwardly like the fart. The memory came back to me.
That was repulsive. She may be beautiful outside but 
inside, phew! I am not so sure.

I crawled to her. She smiled as she slid off the couch
on my shoulders. She was dressed in hip hugger, short
shorts. Her crotch was in my face. She locked her ankles
around me.

"Crawl backwards. I will guide you!"

She pulled on my left ear. I felt her nails. I also felt 
burning on my face. I knew that was from the cuts of her 
nails during our lovemaking session. 

I turned and crawled the best I could. That was not easy
to do. Sammi giggled and berated me for my efforts.

"Lindsey! Slave! My grandmother is more athletic than you!
Is this the fastest you can crawl! I can see you will 
require a lot of conditioning. I am just the trainer who 
can put you through your paces. If you last the summer, 
you will be in great shape for cheer season. My bases 
always are in the best condition." She said in her haughty 
voice.

I speeded up my backward crawl. Each crawl step required 
my waist to flex and my upper body to twist. I can see why 
all of Sammi's bases had great abs.

I dreaded the stairs but we never went that way. Instead
we went outside. Sammi opened the door and I manuevered
us through it which required a lot of Sammi's ear guidance
It was very demanding on my ears.

It hurt when my knees left the carpeted area and touched 
the concrete. I needed knee pads for this. Each backward 
step required a twist of my knee on the concrete. In just 
a few feet my knees were burning. Sammi never noticed. 
After a few steps I said.

"Sammi, may I walk upright and carry you?"

"Are you addressing ME slave? I never requested  you to
speak."

I heard a swish and instant pain as a multi thong whip
hit my back. Swish, it hit again. I arched my back in pain.
The next swish I arched before the whip struck.

"I am a Princess, you are a slave. Slaves do not talk to 
princesses unless requested to speak or given permission 
to talk. Like that is going to happen this weekend. I do 
not care about your stupid knees. They are not very 
attractive anyway. From now on, you will need to wear pads. 
You are so stupid, I do not understand how you ever learned 
to cheer! Like why do I even bother with you?"

"Get moving! Faster slave!" Sammi said as she hit my back
with her whip again. I did not see her pick one up. I guess 
she must have got it when we were going down the hall. She 
sure knew how to use it. I knew she could swing it a whole 
lot harder. I did not want her to. I never cared much for 
pain. I began to doubt my sanity because I had thoughts 
that pain from Sammi was erotic. Not as bad as any other 
pain I had experienced. I noticed that, when her nails cut
my face during our lovemaking. It hurt, but I, well maybe,
liked it. I thought it was due to the moment. I was also 
experiencing these strange never before feelings while not
in a lovemaking session. I did not want her to strike me 
with that instrument of pain, however, when she did so, I 
did not resent it. I certainly felt no desire to strike 
her back. I wanted instead to try harder to please her.

She pulled on my ear. Her nails cut the base of my ear.
I turned. She leaned forward, which bent me backwards, to
open a door. She struck me again.

"Move it slave." Sammi said.

Each time she spoke her voice grew haughtier and more
demanding.

I carried her acrossed the floor until she pulled on both 
ears. I presumed that was a signal for me to stop.

Sammi dismounted, and said.

"Stand, slave. and raise your arms as high as you can."

Sammi climbed steps and fastened my wrist above my head.

"Kiss this." She commanded as she put her riding crop to
my mouth. It was leather and had several leather straps 
attached to the handle. The handle was ornate with a strap 
which slipped over her wrist.

She put her hands in my shorts and pulled them down with
a quick motion. 

"Those are not very sexy panties you know. They look like
my mom's panties. If you are in to panties like these, 
maybe you would enjoy my mom's panties! (g) I will go up
and get a pair for you!"

Sammi was laughing as she ran up the steps. She returned
quickly holding a pair of soiled panties way out in front 
of her. She was holding them between her thumb and a finger
to show me they were really dirty, I suppose.

She gripped her mom's panties in both hands and came at my 
face with the very soiled crotch facing me and clearly aimed 
for my mouth. There was a ton of dried cum in the crotch. 

"I think mom must have put these on to wear to the shower 
after her and my dad had sex!" (g)

"Open your pussy mouth, slave. These panties are for you!"

I obediently opened my mouth although the thought was 
repulsive to me. There was so much cum in the crotch and 
I wanted no part of it. The thought of a man's cum was a 
definite turn off. The thought of Sammi making me do this 
horrible act was a definite turn on.

Sammi put them in my mouth giggling. "You are a regular 
little whore, arn't you? I use to think you were so proper. 
Like I would ever believe that now!"

She could sound like the most stuck up female in the world 
when she berated me. I could not explain why I was not angry
with her. I could not explain why it made sexual heat build 
in my crotch. I only knew it did.

My mouth closed on the panties. They reeked of stale sex 
scents. I had no idea how long ago they were worn. The crotch
quickly became slick and gooey as my saliva mixed with the 
cum. It tasted a lot different than did Sammi's. I adored 
Sammi's. I did not adore this. This was torture by Sammi which
in some unexplained reason, turned me on. Sammi noticed it too.

"You slut! You little slut! You are getting off on eating my
mom's panties and sucking my dad's cum! Swallow all of it you
filthy whore. Maybe I will tell them what you are all about 
and when they have sex tonight you can lick the cum off my
dad's dick and suck all of their cum from my mom's pussy. You
would love that, wouldn't you slut!'

"I can not believe I was so taken in by your goody two shoes 
act. And boy was it an act! This is going to be a fun filled 
weekend. Now I am going to whip your ass!"

Sammi pulled down my panties.

"Chew on those panties, slut! Really chew on them. Swallow 
often too! Eat that filth! Make the panties clean. When you 
need to cry out, just bite down on your mouthful of panties. 
Open your mouth again slut.

I opened my mouth. Sammi stuffed the crotch of my very wet 
panties in my mouth. I had never tasted my cum before. That
was repulsive to me. Although I supposed there was no real 
difference in my cum, Sammi's cum, or her mom's cum. It was 
all in the mind of the perceiver.

"I will tell you how this works. I only tell you because I 
like you and you are trying so hard to please me. I will 
beat you. When I stop I will inspect the panties. When both 
pairs are clean to my satisfaction, I will stop beating you. 
So chew hard, swish your saliva through the material, 
swallow the pantie soup!" (g)

I heard the swish of her riding crop a split second before 
I heard the plop and felt the pain on my ass. She hit me a 
lot harder than when she was on my back. When I arched my 
back and raised up on my tiptoes I heard Sammi giggle.

I had little time to recover from the pain when the same 
thing happened again except this time it was followed by 
two more lashes.

There was a pause. I swished my saliva through the panties 
and chewed as rapidly as I could. I had already swallowed 
several times. There was little cum and piss taste remaining.
I hoped she was going to inspect them. I ate them rapidly. 
Let them be clean I prayed, please let them be clean.

There was a loud smack and a buring sensation to my ass.

"I like my ping pong paddle. It is not the one I use to 
play table tennis with. Although I did when my dad first 
started teaching me. It is a sandpaper paddle. See?" 
She said as she rubbed my sore ass with it.

Whack! She hit me again. I yelped in pain inspite of my
mouth being filled with panties. My ass was becoming very 
sensitive. Sammi touched it.

"Wow it is so hot! I bet your ass has never been so hot! (g)
"You know, Lindsey, I have never though you had a very 
good looking ass. It is not made like a girl's ass should 
be made, you know, it's to flat. My paddle may make it 
flatter! (g) If it does, you can cut your hair, wear a tight
sports bra and pass for a guy!"

I could hear her laughing at her jokes. They were not funny.

Whack! She hit me again. My ass was sore. Each time she hit 
me tears would come in my eyes. I was trying hard to keep 
from crying. Little did I know she was going to continued 
until I cried. That was part of it. That was a huge power 
trip to her. To beat a girl a lot bigger and stronger than 
she. She could do it merely because she was so beautiful 
and so superior. Thai was Sammi's turn on.

"Uhmmmm," I heard her say. Then a swish and the multi strands
of leather hit my ass. It hurt so much. I cried. I sobbed even.
Tears ran from my eyes. How could anyone so beautiful do this 
to someone who worshipped and loved her so much? How?

"Let me see those panties. You cry beautifully, you know. Ohh
I am so wet. You are keeping me turned on all weekend. You 
will cry for me and I will make delish cum for you. An even 
trade I would say!" (g)

"They are not clean enough. I bet you can still taste the cum, 
can't you? Open the panty laundry machine!"

Sammi was all smiles as she looked into my tear filled eyes 
gloating on the fact that she was going to beat me some more. 
I did not plead for mercy. I would not do that even if she 
killed me. My mind was made up and I was one hard headed person.

I tasted the panties again. There was no cum taste, only the 
taste of wet cloth. Not clean wet cloth though. Maybe she was
correct, they were not clean enough. I resumed working on them
with my mouth just as the paddle smacked my sensitive ass 
again. I lurched forward and Sammi giggled.

She hit me with the paddle three times in rapid sucession. 
After the third time she scraped on my tender ass with the 
sandpaper paddle. I was sobbing and in tears again.

"Please Sammi stop. Please don't hit me anymore. I will clean 
all of your panties by mouth. Please stop. I can't take any 
more. I love you Sammi."

"Let me see the panties. Open your laundry lid. (g) Uhmmm,
pretty good. They do not meet with my approval, however.
Open your mouth."

"Oh please Sammi, Please don't hit me anymore. I will do
anything."

"You will, 'Do anything,' anyway, slut."

She climed the steps and unfasten my wrist. I was so
grateful. I fell to my knees ready to worship her. She came
down the steps, stopping in front of me. I kissed her pretty 
feet. I reached up and removed her clothes. I placed my mouth
over her pussy. It was cum filled. I licked, sucked, and 
swallowed. I felt no shame, just gratefulness to Sammi for 
stopping my torture. Sammi looked down at me. Her expression
was soft. She did not look haughty or berate me. She slowly
straddled my face allowing me better access to her private 
parts. Pretty soon I was eating her out with gusto. She was 
enjoying my tongue as her ass made gyrations on my face. 












