By that weekend he had figured it out. He got four paper clamps, tied twine to them then clamped them on my outer lips.It hurt some but that just added to the excitement. When he tied the twine around my legs the lips were stretched wide open. It was a little too successful. I had to tell him to hit easier till I was really excited because the whip was now hitting directly on the tender inner lips and my clit. He could tell I was ready when I began to push my pussy out to meet the whip and hit faster till I screamed in massive orgasm and he buried his dick in my now very tender pussy.
I told him the pinching of the clamps hurt some but that it was kind of foreplay to get me excited for whipping. That gave him an idea. He tied my legs apart and my hands behind my back while he very slowly pulled the hair off my pussy with tweezers. I watched the skin pull out as pain increased until the hair gave and the skin popped back only to be pulled out again until it was bald and I was in orgasm. I felt bad about that in a way because it seemed to be a symbol of womanhood. I felt better in swimming class when my teacher saw it and said it was an excellent idea and that all the girls should remove their hair too as it would be easier to keep our crotches clean. I think the real reason was because it was now easier to see the skin redden by his lashes. In any case I became proud to be a trend setter.
Things were fine with me getting school spankings once or twice per week and sex with Bill at night until mid-term exams. It had all the girls worried because if you just got eighties in the exam you could get up to a hundred lashes.
My friend Buffy, was really worried about the history exam because it involved memorizing a lot of dates and she had trouble with that. I told her that it would be a multiple choice exam so it would be easy to copy off my paper. Bill had taught me memory tricks to make it easy for me.
We were caught!
Our teacher grabbed our arms and dragged us to the principals office. God, he acted like we had killed someone! He called us rotten little cheats and said no-one had cheated for over ten years. He said we would remember our punishment the rest of our lives and no other student in school would cheat after they witnessed our public example. We were scared to death and blubbered apologies but we were ignored. The principal asked my teacher if we were copying off each other's paper. My teacher told him that Buffy was copying but I had made no effort to hide my paper and even had it at the edge of my desk to make it easier for Buffy to see it. The principal said we were both guilty but Buffy was more so. I was to be whipped with the standard thong whip my teacher used for position two but poor Buffy was to be whipped with a whip like the one Mom had brought home.
They took us to the auditorium just before the first class break. They stripped us then tied a long iron pipe to our ankles to hold our legs widely apart. When they pulled us off the floor the extra weight of the pipe stretched us to our limits. This was different than our classroom whippings as now we would be facing the audience rather than our backs to avoid some humiliation. Just as we were lifted there was an announcement over the P.A. system.
"During breaks between classes all teachers and students
will report to the auditorium."
Buffy whimpered, "Oh God! It was bad enough when just our classmates saw us whipped with our backs to them. Now the whole school will see our breasts and pussies."
She seemed crushed by the idea so I didn't tell her that this would realize one of my fantasies.
When everyone was seated as close as they could get to us next to the stage the principal said, "The girls you see in front of you attempted to cheat on their exams. To make sure the rest of you won't be tempted to do the same they will receive ten lashes from the staff at each class break till further notice. I shuddered, there were four teachers and the principal. We would be getting fifty lashes every hour. I was wrong. I had forgotten about the principal's secretary and the janitor. There was no way to get an orgasm because they used the whole ten minute period to whip us. They would whip buffy for ten lashes so I could hear the "Whap!" of each lash and her pitiful cries then wait a moment for her sobs to subside then whip me.I worked up some excitement on the first teacher because hearing the lashes to Buffy while watching the excited looks on the audience's faces excited me,but the delays would not let the excitement build and it just became torture. They knew our tenderest places. Almost all the lashes hit on our tender inner thighs, our nipples or our pussies with only an occasional lash to the tougher parts like our asses or the backs of our legs. It seemed to last forever. For the first time I found myself screaming along with Buffy.
Finally it was over. They loosened the ropes enough to let our feet rest on the floor but our legs were too weak to hold us up so we just hung there sobbing with our heads down to see our red throbbing breasts.
It took over ten minutes for me to get my strength back enough to stand and turn towards Buffy who was still hanging her head and moaning. I said, "Buffy....Buffy are you alright?"
She slowly raised her head and said,"Oh Lena. I hurt terribly. Am I bleeding?"
I had her turn from side to side so I could see. I told her she had some bad welts but it didn't look like she was bleeding. She was relieved but then got a stricken look on her face when she turned back and saw the clock on the wall.
"Oh God Lena! In forty minutes they will be whipping us again! I can't stand it. This is your fault. You talked me into cheating." She began to sob again but stopped when I said loudly, "What a shitty thing to say. You said you were desperate if I hadn't tried to help you I wouldn't be here."
"I'm sorry. You are right. I am twice as guilty. I was doing the cheating I should have made sure the teacher was not looking. Please forgive me."
"I don't need to. I know what that whip they are using on you feels like. It is much worse than mine so you are paying the biggest penalty."
"I believe it. It hurts more than anything I have felt before."
I guess being young gave us good recuperative powers, as the minute hand jumped minute by minute toward eleven The pain began to subside and we became alert.
The bell rang to signal the start of another ordeal. I hated the girls coming in. They were obviously excited with no sympathy at all for us. They even giggled as they pointed out particularly bad welts. I thought they liked us and couldn't understand their attitude. Some of them were even surreptitiously rubbing their pussies.
This time they decided to have us watch the other being hit. They turned me sideways so I could see each lash sinking into her body to leave welts. I am ashamed to admit watching her get hit excited me and I couldn't blame the audience for becoming excited. I looked back and forth from the audience to Buffy. The man must have thought he might make some of the worse welts bleed because he looked for places to hit that were just red or still white. The girls and men in the audience were loving it. They actually cheered the harder lashes "Cracking! against poor Buffy.
Then it was my turn. It helped fight the pain to stare at and hate the audience as he hit my breasts. I think they were jealous of my big boobs because they loved seeing them tortured. The bitches began to chant, "Hit em again. Harder. Harder." like cheerleaders at a football game and the teacher used all ten of his lashes on my tits causing them to lift, separate, and crash into each other while the burning and throbbing returned. Because of the breaks waiting our turns we did not get the pain long enough to either cum or faint. At least Buffy already had bad welts on her breasts and pussy so they did not hit them much. Since I was just red I didn't get that break. The lashes came across the lips of my pussy, upward from the front and through my legs from the back. My asshole even began to burn. Eventually my breasts and pussy were maroon so they began hitting my butt, stomach and legs instead. It felt almost good in comparison.