Having come for a second time and felt the thick load squirted inside her, Selena expected that she would be allowed to take a breather but no sooner had Uncle Luke pulled out than he was replaced with his brother, her own dad! She did not have to turn around to know that it was him. She recognised his aftershave, the feel of his hands, although he had never held her quite like this before! Eyes closed and riding a high from which she would never come down she cried out:

“Fuck my, Daddy! Fuck like like I’ve dreamed about since I was nine!” She sensed a slight hesitation in the way he moved, as she she had startled or shocked him and she hoped that he was not so embarrassed that he would stop. The chuckles from the rest of the audience were replaced with cheers and whoops of encouragement as he started up again. “Yes Daddy!” she cried out again. “Fuck me! Fuck your little meat-slut!” Her dad enthusiastically did as he was told until her body was rocked with the most powerful orgasm yet and, as soon as her dad let go of her hips, collapsed to her knees, hugging the pot in which she end her life with her cheek pressed against its warm surface. Plenty of people would be filming and taking photographs, she was sure of that, so she was happy that they would still be enjoying her long after her body was nothing but a delicious memory.

Feeling a hand grip her arm to help her to her feet, Selena thought that someone else wanted to use her as a fuck-toy before she cooked but the hand did not feel like a man’s. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was Mollie.

“Hey there!” the red-head grinned. “Looks like you’re having a good time?”

“Gotta make the most of my last couple of hours!” Selena winked, getting a little unsteadily to her feet.

“That’s the spirit!” Mollie congratulated her, giving her a hard but playful slap on the backside. “Nearly time for your dance but I thought you might want to get cleaned up a little first?” She presented a packed of unscented wipes and Selena took one gratefully, noticing as she did so that her little audience seemed to have dispersed, although whether they had wandered off on their own once the show was over or been shooed away by Mollie to give her some privacy, she could not tell. Carefully, she wiped away the trickle of slightly bloody cum which ran down her inner thigh then took another to clean in and around her rather sore little cunt. “You might want this, too!” Mollie handed her a small bottle of chilled water which was, indeed, very welcome. “Come, m’lady!” she gestured, taking the now-empty bottle and used wipes. “Your audience awaits!”

The area in front of the pot and the three poles had been cleared, with all the guests stood in a semi-circle, drinks in hand, many with the phones or cameras out, all smiling indulgently and waiting for the show. The club-house’s outdoor speakers, which had been playing gentle, classical music up to that point, were silent and as Selena took her place in the middle of cleared grass areas then, at a signal from Mollie to whichever of her colleagues was controlling the music, the rhythmic drum-beats started up, much louder than the ambient music had been, and she began her dance.

Her dance was fast, breathless and unashamedly sensuous, performed with raw passion, designed to make all those who watched it hungry for her meat and to get their blood pumping as hard as her own was to encourage them with the switches when her vulnerable young body was offered up to their punishing stings. Her performance was as much a gymnastics routine as it was an actual dance and she ended with a standing backflip after which she sank to one knee, her back and dark hair tumbling down her back, arms held out wide and her entire body beaded with sweat. The audience, with her grandmother and parents front and centre, erupted into enthusiastic applause along with cheers and whistles as Mollie and Natasha pulled her to her feet, holding an arm each, and walked her to the pole where they tied her wrists securely above her head and her ankles either side, the front of her body pressed against the pole with her tiny breasts forced out either side and her back of her body with its pale, delicate skin completely exposed. Natasha then fetched the basket of switches and demonstrated to the audience what they were for, striking her little sister across the buttocks and leaving a read line. Selena could not help letting out a small yelp but the sting felt so good. It was what she wanted. What she needed. What she craved.

Invited by Mollie, Mrs O’Sullivan was the next to step forward and she giggled as she whipped her granddaughter’s backside a couple of times, although more lightly than her sister had done. Then one by one all the guests came to take a turn, encouraged by Natasha not to limit their strikes to her rump but to cane her back and thighs too. Mike, who had lost his virginity to her at the same time he took hers, was especially enthusiastic and whipped her six times across back, ass and thighs before passing the switch to the next person. Gasping, squealing and moaning as the switches tenderised her slim young body, Selena felt as if she were already in Heaven. The pain felt exquisite, delicious. Even better than being fucked. Although everyone had taken a turn by now and most had wandered off to get more drinks or just to mingle with the other guests, several kept coming back for another turn with the switches.

“Turn…” Selena gasped, trying to get her sister’s attention. “Please…” Her voice was weak and gravelly. “Turn me around.”

“Here.” Natasha poured some more water into her little sister’s mouth. “Sounds like you need this.”

“Thanks.” Selena smiled gratefully as the cool liquid refreshed her lips and throat. “Now please turn me round!”

“Turn you round?” Natasha asked in surprise. “Why? If the whipping’s got too much then we can just stop and you can…”

“No!” Selena cut it off quickly. “I want it to continue, but I need more! I need to feel it on my tits and my belly and my pussy! Please!” she practically begged. “I need this!”

“That’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker!” Natasha observed a little nervously, thinking about how much she and her sister both squealed when they pinched or twisted each other’s nipples while play-fighting. On the other hand, if the past half hour had proved anything, it was that her middle sister was definitely a pain-slut and who was she to deny her her final wish?

“Please!” Selena begged again.

“You’re the boss!” Natasha chuckled, kneeling down to untie her ankles then loosening the bonds around her wrists so that she could turn around before tightening them again and re-tying the lower rope so that now Selena stood with her back pressed into the pole and her undamaged front fully exposed, back slightly arched, pushing her cute little tits forward. “Okay, folks!” Natasha called to the curious group of onlookers. “Have at it!”

Unsurprisingly, Mike was the first to step forward and select a switch from the basket. Finding himself face to face with his restrained cousin, however, he hesitated. He looked from her heaving chest, to the willow cane in his hand, to her big, pleading eyes.

“Do it! Please!” She begged breathily. “Please!” she urged again. “I want it so badly!” Mike looked back and forth once again between the switch and her budding chest then into her pleading eyes and took a swing, the cane striking diagonally across her chest with a satisfying thwack. “Fuck yes!” Selena gasped as he struck again, across her belly this time, leaving another angry pink line. “Whip my cunt!” she practically ordered him “Whip it hard!” Rather than pulling his hand back and swinging this time, Mike placed the stick flat against Selena’s thighs and pulled the tip back until it felt close to cracking then released it, allowing it to snap back down. Selena let out another cry of pain and pleasure so inextricably combined that she could not have given a name to the sensation. Mike repeated the action, then whipped her twice more across the chest before handing the stick off to another, younger boy who was excitedly waiting his turn.


To be continued...