I told my experience which seemed pretty tame but she said that would be valuable to keep our boy friends or husbands from even thinking about other girls.

I showed Bill some of the little improvements in technique I had learned for both of us to maximize the pleasure. He could hardly wait for the next lesson and said he would write down some of his sex fantasies to add to mine Monday.

The next day I could hardly wait till three thirty. It turned out no-one was being punished so I got to B2 early. When I opened the door I saw a big chair facing a stage with a chrome pole going from floor to ceiling. One wall was sliding doors I opened it to find gobs of dance costumes. In a few minutes the eighth grade teacher came in with one of his students he introduced as Charlene. He told us to pick out our costumes and put them on. I found a cute costume with a tiny pink panties and bra and seven veils of pink gauze to tuck into the bra and panties. Charlene was still looking through the costumes when I was dressed so the teacher said I would be first. He took off his clothes and sat back down in the chair naked. Then he said, "You will dance to two songs. In the first song you will teasingly remove your costume. During the second song you will be naked. The object is to get me excited. You can use my dick as a gauge of your success. If it gets hard you will know you are doing well." This is a contest between you two. The winner will be fucked by me in the position of her choice and then have her pussy eaten by the loser. The loser will be whipped and then do whatever the winner wants to help her get to orgasm."

He had me pick out my music from CD's on the shelf. I picked out a rock group with a hard beat.

He pushed a button on his remote and the music started. I thought I had a better chance than Charlene since I was cuter and was happy. She looked sullen. I bounced around flipping out veils and grinning at him. It wasn't until I was down to my tiny panties that I noticed his dick was limp. I was disappointed since Bill would have been really hard by then but I was sure he would get excited when I was dancing naked. I was almost desperate before I found I could see a rise when I knelt in front of the stage with my knees wide spread and shook my boobies and some more when I bent over with my butt to him and reached between my outstretched legs to spank my pussy with my fingers. He clapped his hands and had me kneel by his chair while we watched Charlene.

She stepped up on the stage wearing a little leather bra with holes cut out for her nipples. He pushed the button and this slow sexy music started. She danced around as smoothly and sinuously as a snake then dropped to her knees and began crawling toward him dragging her nipples on the floor with her eyes nearly closed and a sexy look on her face. I looked at his dick and knew I had lost already. It was hard as a rock and he stared at her licking his lips. Then she took off the bra and began whipping her tits with it. When she took off the panties she twisted them as if wringing out a rag then used the big rope like thing to saw it back and forth between her legs with a kind of sick look on her face and her tummy pulsating. Then she pulled it out and began slapping her pussy with it. I had already lost but her second dance even got me excited. She would grip her nipples with her fingers and stretch out her tits till they looked like cones with beads of sweat on her brow from the strain. Just as it looked as if she might come she pulled them up to her face then bit one with her teeth and held it up that way while she flexed her knees to make the free one bounce wildly.

As a finale she stuck four fingers of her hand in her pussy and pumped it to the music until it was obvious she climaxed.

The teacher looked at me and said, "I guess we know who won."

I pouted, "It wasn't fair. She is older than me. This was my first time."

"You were told to make it sexy. Your little cheerleader routine isn't sexy. Work on it."

We watched Charlene lying on the stage still panting and moaning. She sat up and the teacher said, "She is all yours Charlene. How do you want her?"

Charlene grinned at me then went over to bring back the soft whip and the dreaded braided one.

She had me get up on the stage then said, "I love whipping cute young girls. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs wide. Your tits are big enough to bounce good. If you stay in position I will use this soft whip but if you let go of your hands or try to close your legs we will tie you and I will use the other whip till you pass out.

I was scared to death and braced myself. Thankfully she was not as mean as she seemed. She began whipping my tits easy and watched my reactions to hit harder as my excitement built up then began whipping my pussy till I had obviously climaxed.

She jumped off the stage and onto the teachers lap as I sank to my knees dazed and taking deep breaths.

When I got my breath I watched her squirming on his lap letting out little squeals of delight till she fell backwards gripping her tits with a look of sheer bliss on her face. She pulled herself up to hug his face against her tits till they calmed down then she slid off to lick and suck on his soft sticky dick.

He waved me over then lifted her up to have her lay back over the chair seat for me to lick and suck at her cunt while he chewed on her nipples. In a few seconds she was letting out her little "Yips" of pleasure while she soaked my face and mouth with her juices and his cum.

When she came he got up to go pointing out a door to a shower.

Charlene and I showered together rekindling some of our excitement while washing each others pussies.

I said, "It is bad news to lose. Thank you for giving me my orgasm. It would have been terrible if you had been mean and quit just before I came."

"I felt sorry for you. You were right, it wasn't fair. I did the same kind of dumb dance you did the first time. It takes awhile to learn just what turns them on."

"You sure know how to do it. You even turned me on."

"Yeah. Me too. It makes me proud and powerful to know I could get them to beg to fuck me. As soon as I am eighteen I want to work in a strip club to make hundreds of them horny."

We giggled and I said, "That is one of my fantasies, to have dozens of men crying for me."

"Believe me with the training they are giving us it will be no problem. Even my Dad gets hard when he watches me do aerobics by the pool in my tiny bikini.

When I got home Bill met me at the door to tell me Mom had called to say there were going to dinner and a movie and wouldn't be home till about ten.

I decided to use him to practice my dancing so I went up to put on my skimpiest bra and panties then had him sit naked like the teacher had but he was too easy. His dick was hard before I even got my panties off. He was some help though by having him tell me what was most exciting to him. It pretty well confirmed that dancing had nothing to do with exciting. What worked was looking sultry, moving sinuously, and rubbing breasts and pussy with the hands, floor or whatever and most important looking as if what I was doing was really getting me excited. I found out what excited me would excite him.

We had a long slow fuck then made something to eat before going upstairs to do my homework.

The next day at punishment time I really got turned on because both the girls getting punished came. I could tell the difference now between the girls who were suffering and the ones that were going into orgasm. I is amazing how similar it looks between great pain and orgasms the difference shows up in how wet they get and a pulsating of the tummy. The girl who chose position two caused her muscles to stand out in her legs to open them even more for the lash and the girl who chose position three soaked the whip as she pumped her butt to meet each lash.