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. They must not have hit us as hard this time because it didn't take us as long to recover. Buffy looked at the clock and said, "Only thirty minutes left. Oh shit! Lena they have a whole half hour next time. They will drag it out so we hurt the whole time." I said "No. They don't have that much patience. Remember some of them hit so fast my tits never stopped bouncing." "God, I hope you are right." At about ten till, the principal came in and began to feel and pinch our weals. "I have decided to give you a break. This will be the last session and we will be using these whips. He held up the deerhide whips and we began to gush thanks as if he had given us the world rather than just lessened the pain a little. Then he said after this session you may cool yourselves in the pool then come to my office to take the rest of your tests." The girls started coming in as excited as ever. Buffy and I stood there and glared at them as they pointed at us and giggled. The principal said, "Quiet down. I have an announcement." They settled down and he went on. "I have decided that these girls have hurt all of you by cheating.

Therefore, you will all be able to give them one lash." The bitches clapped and cheered. Buffy and I gave each other stricken looks. We knew there were about a hundred and sixty girls in the school. Our only hope was that the younger kids would not be able to hit too hard and we hoped some of the girls would hit easy either because they were friends or felt sorry for us. He went on, "Just so the girls will have no hard feelings against you they will be blindfolded so they won't know who is hitting them. Line up at the stairs to the stage." The girls pushed and struggled to be at the head of the line. We sobbed. As excited as they were they would have no inhibitions about hitting us hard and with blindfolds we would not even be able to brace ourselves for the oncoming lash. Buffy was right. It took almost the whole half hour for all of them to take their turn. Most of them hit our breasts and pussies. I expected to have our tits hit a lot since there were a lot of flat-chested girls that envied us. In spite of our dread the lighter whips over the long period was much better. Now the small delay while they passed on the whip just let us savor the last lash and both of us became excited enough to go into orgasm. Thank God the light whips did not cause any more damage and it was finally over. We walked naked to the pool and sank gratefully into the coolness. The principal let us soak in the pool for a half hour which was long enough for most of the pain and heat to go away. He led us back to his office still naked and wet.

After we went through the outer door we went behind his desk to go through a thick door into another room. It was totally silent when he closed the door so I knew the room had been soundproofed like a music studio I had visited once. Buffy and I looked at each other shocked. There were all kinds of whips hanging on the walls, enough hooks in the ceiling, walls and floors to tie us in any position. THere was a "T" shaped table with winches at the ends to pull our legs into a split while our arms could be stretched over our heads. I knew why the girl had warned me not to do anything that would have the teacher send us to the principals office. He had us lie side by side on a waist high padded table about the same size as a single bed. We braced for the whip we assumed would be hitting our ass. To our surprise the thing we felt was greasy hands on our butts. He was gently massaging some kind of salve on us. We relaxed and made little sighs at the soothing of the gentle massage. He rubbed us for a long time.

Then he said, "This is hot work!" and took off his shirt and pants. I was astonished. He was old! Over fifty, but his body looked really good. He had us turn over and began putting the salve on our fronts. He said, "You see, I can be nice especially if girls are nice to me. Will you be nice?" Buffy said we would and I went further, "Oh yes. We will do anything you want that makes you happy. Anything!" He grinned and kept rubbing. I don't know what he was putting on us but it was miraculous. The red began fading and even Buffy's bad welts flattened out and began to fade from maroon to a dark pink.