I was relieved to see the paddles were just light ones made of quarter inch plywood with cute saying painted on them. There was only twelve paddles and they bought them all saying the people at the end of the line could bring them forward. They were all giggling and excited but I felt only dread. Having my butt beaten with forty spanks could not possibly be exciting as the whip had been. I had nothing to look forward to but pain.

I appealed to Ann, the girl who told me about the gauntlet. "You aren't serious about this are you? Forty spanks even with those little paddles will be terrible." "Oh don't be a wimp. I took hundreds of them during "Hell week" You don't want to look like a coward do you?" I was glad Ted was up in front because I knew he would be ashamed I was hoping for mercy. I said defiantly, "No. I am not a coward. You will see." "Good because you will get more than forty. No-one can crawl fast enough to only get one." I said defiantly, "I may set a new track record." When we got to the boat they lined up with their legs apart and I got on my hands and knees but then Ann said, "Wait. When I crawled the gauntlet I was only wearing panties. She won't even feel these little paddles on her jeans." I cringed when Ted said, "You are right. She should be naked. After all that is the way she was to earn this." They all looked at me expectantly. I sobbed then got up and took off my shirt and my cut-off jeans. They still stared so I reluctantly slid off my panties even though they would provide no protection and got back down on my knees. Even this wasn't enough. Ann said, "She told me she was going to set a track record to speed through to lessen the spanks. I have an idea that will slow her down."

She ran down to their cabin and when she returned it was obvious she and her husband was into bondage. She was carrying a set of handcuffs and a pipe with leather cuffs on the ends. She put on the handcuffs with a very short chain between them then buckled one cuff just above my knee then pulled my legs apart to buckle on the other side. When she was done I was like a tripod. The ones without paddles spread out to watch me crawl to the first set of spread legs. It was very awkward. I had to stretch forward to set my hands on the floor then swing my legs forward one at a time causing my hanging breasts to sway. I finally made it to the first man and felt a sharp sting then three more before I could get past him, I tried to move faster but the next girl was still able to give me three and now my whole butt was stinging. Then I didn't pace myself right. At the next girl I had to stretch out my arms to move while my upper body was between her legs. This made my pelvis tip forward to make my pussy vulnerable and she took advantage of it to hit my open pussy. It really stung bad and I paused in shock which allowed her to hit each butt-cheek twice.

It continued with my butt stinging more and more then getting hot with an occasional sting on my snatch until about the twentieth set of legs. When I laid flat with my head at his feet and panted, "I have to rest." It was true. The effort of moving forward as handicapped as I was and the pain had exhausted me. Ann said, "Yeah. She needs a break. Besides we don't want her butt to get numb." I regretted having to stop as I realized she was right. My buns were getting numb. The last spanks hadn't hurt nearly as much as the first even though the loud "Slap!" of the paddle made it plain that I was being hit hard. She brought me a drink that I drank thirstily even though it was mostly whiskey. Then she began caressing my butt. I was sure was glowing red. The numbness went away to be followed by a pleasant tingling. I had another drink then she said, "Are you ready to continue?" I moaned, "I guess so."

Ted made me feel good by saying, "That's my brave girl." The drinks and the rest helped. I began crawling as fast as I could only concerned with speed and uncaring when I had to stretch out my arms while under someone to feel the sharp sting on my pussy. By the end I was crying with my butt seeming to be on fire. Two men picked me up then held me by my arms as they dipped my butt in the cool water. The heat and stings went away instantly and I was a little ashamed I had cried. They held me that way for awhile to enjoy the water whirling around my tingling clit exposed by my open legs. When they saw I was calm they lifted me out and took off my cuffs. Ted carried me down to our bed and fucked me doggie style. I was being spanked again but now by the front of his hips which added to the excitement of his dick buried in me up to his balls. The next morning my butt was still a little red and I went up on deck naked to remind them how brave I had been. Ann waved me over to hand me a Maitai. then caressed my butt- cheeks. She said, "It doesn't hurt anymore does it?" "No, but it really hurt last night." "Yes I know. You are really amazing. Why didn't you just tell us to fuck off. You could have you know." I said honestly, "It didn't occur to me. Everyone thought I deserved to be punished and I guess I believed so too." "Then if you thought you deserved it you would allow it again?"

"Yes I suppose so." "It was kind of exciting wasn't it? I know the first time I was spanked at the sorority I was excited by being naked and helpless while feeling the stings." "I guess a little but it would be better not to have them all fall on the same place and spankings seem childish. I would rather be whipped all over." "I agree. My husband whips me. Does your husband whip you?" "Only when I have been bad." "Oh. Sometime you should volunteer to be whipped for no reason. It is more exciting for both of you." That seemed a little perverted to me but then I remembered volunteering to try out the whips and how excited I became even though at the time I thought it was my duty. From then on I was very popular. They obviously enjoyed the entertainment I had provided for them. One girl said gratefully, "You made my husband so horny he fucked me three times. He has never done that before. The bad news is now he wants to spank me."

"As long as he isn't mad at you let him. He won't hit hard and you may find it exciting." That night we heard "Slaps!" and a bunch of us gathered around their door hearing slaps and moans through the louvered door. Then bed springs squeaking and more moans and little squeals. The next morning she stopped me to say excitedly, "You were right. I let him spank me and it was exciting. Especially for him. He couldn't get enough of me. The poor thing is exhausted. He is still sleeping." "I know. We all know. We were in the hall listening." She blushed but then said, "I don't care. It was worth it." On the way back to home port I was taking my turn fishing. There was only four fishing rods since anymore could get the lines entangled so we had to take turns. I was just holding it in one hand while I sipped a drink with the other when a big fish took the hook and jerked it out of my hand. Ted was standing beside me and said, "Great. Now I have to buy the rod and reel. That will cost you when we get home." I suddenly remembered an old movie I had seen where a man had been tied to the mast and whipped. At the time I had averted my eyes but now it seemed exciting to be whipped in front of a lot of people.

"I said with a tremor of excitement, "No. I have cheated everyone. by losing the rod they may not get a turn to fish. You should tie me to the mast and whip me to let them know I am sorry and deserve to be punished." Ted seemed surprised then yelled, "Hey everybody. Sherry is sorry she lost the rod and you may not get your turn. She says I should whip her in front of you. Would that make up for the lost rod?" There was a loud "Yes!" and he sent me to the cabin to get my whip. When I returned there was a loud cheer as they saw me hugging my whip. I went to Ted who had picked up a beach towel to tie around my wrists and then to the mast above my head. I decided I should work up to the greater pain on my front so I faced the mast. Ted made sure they understood this was my idea because he said loudly, "How many lashes do you deserve." I decided to test my limits and yelled, "Eighty. Two for everyone." Ted yelled, "Keep track gang." I thought I had made a bad mistake when the first lash hit the lower crease of my butt causing a terrific sting as They yelled "One" but then the next on my round butt-cheeks didn't seem as bad. He kept hitting up my back and then back down as they chorused the count then at forty he moved closer so the tips came around my butt to sting my pussy. My excitement leaped and I turned around to hear a loud cheer. Then one came across my pubic mound to make me shudder in excitement. He continued slowly up my stomach as the count became louder then there was a cheer as my boobs flattened under the lash and my orgasms started. He gave them two more then started back down. At that point something snapped in my mind and the pain was replaced by pare exciting stimulation. I watched the crowd and was made more excited by the effect I was having on them. They were yelling constantly and everyone was being groped with several fucking doggy style so they could see my ordeal. There was an even louder cheer as I felt the whip below my belly-button and opened my legs to feel the stings on my tender inner thighs and pussy. From then on he just hit my breasts and pussy alternatively as my orgasms became explosive. When I heard a loud, "Eighty"

I moaned, "One more." and exploded in the ultimate orgasm when the whip came up directly into my pussy stinging and sliding against my clitoris. I just hung there heaving with deep breaths and pulsating. I felt liquid running into my slit and looked down to see if I was bleeding but it was just my sweat and tears that seemed to make my red skin glow in the bright sunlight. I felt like some kind of sex goddess. Everyone had lost all their inhibitions and were fucking their brains out. To my surprise as we were leaving the ship the captain said, "I videotaped your whipping. I'll send you a copy." That meant he was keeping his copy and may share it with others but I didn't care. I hoped the whole world would see how brave I had been. The tape arrived about a week after we got back. It was even hard for me to believe that anyone could take all that without screaming or begging for release. We would watch it about once a week. We never tired of it and it was a fantastic aphrodisiac. The thursday after we got back Ted said that this was the guys and his regular poker night. He said I would just be bored and suggested I call a girlfriend and go to a movie.

I said, "I know how to play poker. Let me stay and play too." "No. This is serious poker. We play at a ten dollar limit with three raises and you don't have any money." "Yes I do. I still have the hundred dollars your Dad gave me." "That may not go far if you don't know what you are doing. We play to midnight so the losers can't beg to keep playing all night. I think you will slow down the game. If you insist on playing you will play to midnight but I am not going to finance you. If you lose the hundred you will be playing for first your clothes and then whiplashes at a dollar per lash." The thought of being whipped again by his friends only excited me and I said, "That is fair. I am good at poker. When I win I will get to buy you something." "Okay but remember I am agreeing under protest and we won't be easy on you and you can't quit until midnight."

I agreed sure that I would win to surprise him. I almost always won at penny ante poker we played at family gatherings. When six of his friends arrived they groaned when he said I was playing until he explained the risk I was taking. At that they agreed with enthusiasm. We played "Texas Hold-em" It was a simple game. Everybody put out a five dollar ante then we were dealt two cards face down that were our "Hole" cards then three cards were dealt face-up which were used by everybody. Then the player to the left of the dealer would either bet or throw away their hole cards. It was different than the penny-ante game where everyone stayed in until the end. On the first hand I had two nines in the hole and the cards dealt up were an Ace, King and nine. I had three nines! a player bet five dollars and when it came to me I called and raised ten. They looked at me curiously and just called. The next card was a ten and a different player raised. I raised again. The last card was a nine. again five was bet and I raised it by ten disappointed no one else raised me. I turned over my cards to drag in the pot giggling ignoring their moans as one said "Shit. She caught a miracle card." He turned over his hole cards to show two aces and another turned his card to show a straight. They grumbled "Shit she was beat in two places until she caught that one."