THE CLUB 3
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When I got back in the van I found I had gone from embarrassment to something
else worse. I no sooner than sat down when Don said,"You guys have had enough
fun. Send her up here."
Bob said, "You heard him."
I went up and kneeled between the front seats then Don said, "Get on my lap
babe." I sat across his legs but he said, "No. Face me." There was no way I
could get my legs over to straddle his wthout pushing my boobs in his face so I
dd it as quickly as possible.
He said, "Lift your arms so I can get this shirt off."
I looked at Sandra and said, "Please don't let him. The windshield has clear
glass."
She had no sympathy at all. She just grinned and said, "Why don't you say No.
Your boobs are white again."
I whined, "This isn't fair. You said spanking and I naturally thought it would
be on my butt."
Before she could answer Don said, "Is that what you want Patty. A butt
spanking?"
"No! but it would be better than hurting my poor boobies."
Sandra laughed and said, "I'll be damned. She said No again. Get that shirt
off!"
He jerked it over my head in a flash. They had cut off the sleeves so I couldn't
stop it by folding my arms.
I began to cry as my boobs began to tingle just at the thought of another
spanking. "Oh please don't do that again. It stings awful!"
Don said, "Lets give her a break. Ten on the boobs or twenty on the butt."
Sandra said, "Okay. Which will it be Patty?"
I flashed back to the boys who had spanked me for the panties. It would hurt but
surely not as bad. " My bottom please."
Sandra smiled and sad, "Hey. She is learning. Take off the shorts Patty."
"But you don't need them off. Most of my butt is already bare."
Sandra said, "Hey guys, is argument the same as No?"
I panicked and cried, "I'm doing it! I'm doing it! as I frantically popped the
button and unzipped the fly to slide them off.
Don positiioned me so my arms and elbows were on the floor then opened the
window to stick out my legs.
He began bringing his hand down on my cheeks. It stung bad but not as bad as my
boobs and I began feeling the stings radiate to tingle inside I was almost
enjoyng it as my whole bottom got hot and throbbing but then he brought his hand
down on my thigh letting the tips of his fingers hit my pussy. I panicked at
this new sharp pain and began kicking frantically but it didn't help. he just
timed his slaps to hit when my legs opened. When he finally quit I was sobbing
uncontrollably.
Then I heard Don say, "Lets give that trucker a thrill."
Sandra jammed down the accelerator and suddenly Don grabbed me arond my chest
and slid me out the window. I screamed and grabbed his neck sure at any moment
my naked body would be sliding and rolling on the pavement.
Sandra caught up with the truck and matched her speed to his. Do you think the
truckdriver would be sympathetic? Hell no. The bastard honked his air horn as I
struggled to get back in knowing he had a wonderful view of my red butt and
pussy. Then yelled, "Looks like you got a naughty girl there. Need any help?"
Don yelled back, "Thanks but we can handle it."
Sandra said, "Enough thrill for him. Get her back in."
Don pulled me back in and I huddled between the seats crying like crazy. I
couldn't understand why they would be so mean. The spanking was bad enough.
I finally got my breath and said, "How could you hang me out there naked! Wasn't
the spanking bad enough."
Sandra said, "Hell you aren't naked yet but you will be. Bob drag her back there
and get the razor."
Bob pulled and Don pushed when I noticed Richard was holding a cordless shaver
like Dad's with a moustache trimmer. Ithought they were going to cut off all my
hair and I grabbed my head whining, "No. not my hair!"
Sandra said, Another No! We'll deal with that later."
They dragged me in between them then Bob dragged my right leg over his left and
under the right while Richard did the same to my left. My butt was lifted off
the seat and my legs were wide open but nudity was no longer a problem I was
worried about my hair and had folded my arms over my head.
Richard turned on the razor and I gripped my head harder but that was not their
goal. I felt the razor vibrating on my skin just above my pubic bone.
God! They were going to cut off the hair it had taken me fourteen years to grow
to be a woman. They wanted to make me a child again!
I caught myself just in time to stop a No and brought down my hands to protect
my precious crotch hair.
They must have expected that. Richard took some soft rope out of the compartment
and tied it to my wrist then pulled it behind his back and pulled the rope
across his chest. Bob took my right wrist and pulled it behind his back and tied
the rope going from Richard's chest and over his
to it. When he leaned back my arms were trapped as much as my legs.
Richard began running the razor over my pussy lips. I watched as the moustache
trimmer began mowing off my hair. I managed to resist saying No and just sobbed
as my womanhood was stripped away. It seemed to take forever but then there was
just stubble and Richard turned over the razor to shave. The vibration felt
good! I thought I must be a terrible slut to like this! My mind was saying No
but my body was betraying me. I began to moan in excitement as it went over and
over my sensitive lips and even down to my anus. Then finally Richard ran his
hand over my pussy and said, "That's got it. She is smooth as a babys butt. She
really got off on this. Her pussy is drooling."
God I was so ahamed! that turned to fright when Sandra said, "She'll get over
that. Get out the rulers."
I thanked God I had resisted more no's and clenched my eyes shut bracing fo the
pain to my boobs. It didn't happen! Instead I felt a sting to my freshly shaven
pussy. They must have thought it was more sensitive than my boobs because they
didn't hit as hard. My excitement immediately returned and by the fifth spank I
was in orgasm. Richard evidentally thought my faces and my struggles to push up
to meet the rulers was a result of great pain because he said, "Shit! this is
killing her. Good thing she didn't say No again."
When they quit I slumped in exhaustion but that was also interpreted as a result
of great pain. Bob said, "I think we had better give her a break."
Richard said, "Yeah maybe this massage oil will help."
He began caressing the oil on my red pussy. It felt wonderful but I was orgasmed
out. I went to sleep while he was still doing it.
I was awakened by a gentle nudge. Sandra was leaning in the door and when I
opened my eyes she said, "Have a nice nap sweetie? You are going to need it."
My wrists were untied and I was lying there with both hands on my crotch. I was
hoping I had not rubbed it in my sleep with all of them watching.
I was still naked as they led me to a big log house surrounded by trees. It was
just at sunset and I looked around frantically to see if there were other houses
that could see me but the log house was isolated.
They took me through the door and I saw five more boys and girls turning to
stare at me. They were all fully dressed which made me feel even more naked.
As they pulled me into the huge living room the other boys and girls moved
toward me for a better look but it wasn't just looks. I struggled against Bob
and Richard who were holdiing my arms while both girls and boys fondled my body.
I was reminded of my shaved pussy when one boy ran his hand up and down on it
and said, "Wow you have her pussy as soft and smooth as a four year olds. It is
a little red. What did you do to it?"
I looked at him thinking the pervert must have fondled his baby sister or
someone to make that statement.
Sandra laughed and said, "The dumb bitch has a problem remembering not to say
No. We had to give her a pussy spanking with the rulers."
The boys laughed but I saw some girls moan and press their hands against their
crotches in empathy. That convinced me they must have gone through the same
thing.
They led me over to a beer keg in a tub of ice. I stared at it realizing I was
terribly thirsty.
Sandra said, "You must be thirsty after all the sweating you have done. Have a
beer."
"Oh thank you Sandra. I am dying of thirst."
I chugged it down and held out the glass for another thinking maybe if I got
drunk I wouldn't be so embarrassed.
She filled it again saying, "This is the last you get for now. We have one more
event planned."
"Oh Please. I am exhausted. I just want to go to bed."
"Oh this won't take long. It is an event your cousin must have told you about.
It is called the Gauntlet. You simply have to crawl through our legs as we spank
you."
"No. He didn't tell me about that!"
"Strange. That is a standard form of hazing. All the fraternities do it"
I thought that it must not be too terrible if all the fraternities did it but I
had to ask. "Sandra did you have to do this?"
"She laughed and said, "Yes, of course but it is kind of rough so you can go to
bed afterwards. Oh yes another little rule. No more names. You will just call us
Master or Mistress."
"Please Mistress may I have another beer. I am still thirsty."
"Oh okay. Half a glass. You can sip it while we get ready."
She said, Okay gang. Go get your straps. I hope you appreciate it. It cost me a
mint to get all that stuff through the internet. I did get a quantity discount."
They all stampeded to a corner where I saw UPS bovxes and began dragging out
straps about four inches wide attached to a wooden handle. Sandra got one to
bring over to me.
She said, "Actually these are very artistic. See the handle?"
I looked at it. It was obscene! It was a penis with veins and wrinkles to look
very real except I was sure no real one was that big. It was about a foot long
and so thick I was sure my small hands could not reach around it.
I didn't see the significance of the handle I concentrated on the strap. At
least it was not thick only about an eighth of an inch.
Sandra said, "We have been soking them in oil so they would be nice and soft for
you."
I thanked her thinking she may have some compassion after all not knowing the
oil would just make them heavier and more flexible so every inch could come in
contact with my skin.
I heard scuffling and looked over to see the boys and girls lining up swinging
the straps to make sure they could bring them down without hitting the person in
front of them. This made a very long line. I thought if I crawled very fast on
my hands and knees it would be over in a couple of minutes and since I would be
moving fast in the same direction as the straps it may not be too bad.
That illusion was crushed when they placed me on my hands and knnes and Sandra
said, "We don't want her moving too fast. Tie her wrists and thighs."
They used some more of their soft ropes to tie my wrists and thighs together
just above my knees. I began to cry knowing it would take forever to go through
the line because the only way I could move was to put my hands out in front of
me then bring up my knees.
Thankfully I had been placed far enough in front of the first boy to learn the
technique although I also noticed it was hard to keep my balance with my hands
and knees so close together.
I approched the first boy who was a blur through my tears and found they would
not wait fo my butt to come into range when I heard a loud "Whap!" followed
immediately by a terrible sharp sting between my shoulder blades. The stings
continued all the way down my back then on my butt and finally thighs. Actually
the rope around my thighs helped because if my thighs had not been pressed to
gether so tightly the one to the place between my thighs would have hit my
pussy.
I crawled frantically as fast as I could approaching the first girl who was
especially mean. She brought the strap down by my side to have it curl around my
breast. I screamed in torment but she didn't care and brought it down to my
other breast and then made the tip burn my tummy.
I kept going but now my body was on fire and I was getting exhausted. At an
especially terrible one that made the tip hit my pubic bone I fell over on my
side. This allowed more slaps to my belly until I straightened my legs to roll
on my stomach to get up again while more slaps came dowm
I managed to get past the last boy and fell to the floor exhausted with my body
on fire as if I had a terrible sunburn. I was untied and lifted to my feet.
Sandra said, "I will take you to your room and you can take a cool shower to
stop the burn and go to bed."
She led me directly to the shower and she set the showerheadto a fine mist and
set the temperature. I got into it and found the sting was worse for a second
then it got better as the fire went out. I ended up going back several times
because when I got out for a whiile the burn would return but finally it stopped
and I fell into the bed to go to sleep almost instantly.
