Beth
by Allene
Chapter 40
I finally reminded him I still owed him thirty-eight lashes
with the whip. He said that I was so beautiful he didn't want to
mar me so I told him I would take them untied so if it got bad I
could move away from him. He couldn't object to that and I had
been fantasizing over the way I wanted him to do it.
I put a pillow on the edge of the dining table and bent over
it to present the curve of my round ass for a target. I resolved
to keep from screaming so he would not stop.
He had learned. He started hitting easy then increased with
each lash. By the ninth they were making loud "Crack!" sounds and
my butt got red hot I pulled myself up on the table and rolled
over on my back to lift my pussy with the pillow then stretched
my hands behind my head and lifted my legs and spread them till I
could feel the lips of my pussy opening. His eyes opened wide
then he broght the whip down on my right breast I had flattened
and tightened by my stretching. I wanted to scream but managed to
limit myself to a gasp. He gave me four more to my tits till I
began pumping my pussy up and down to entice him to hit it. When
he did I let out a small scream which made him stop so I began
pumping again to let him know it was alright. I lost track of the
lashes by about the third I started a series of orgasms each
stronger than the last till he could no longer stand it and drove
his beautiful love tool into my sopping pussy.
After he came he began feeling guilty again by my red body
but the redness began to fade in a few minutes.
"He said, "You were right! This whip is perfect there are no
welts but it obviously provides all the excitement we both need."
In that vein we found that we were becoming jaded. It was no
longer exciting to us for me just to be naked. I found I had to
be in some sort of pain or humiliation to get excited. After
awhile he began to talk about how proud he would be to have other
people see what I would do.
One day he mixed us both a drink while he said, " Beth, you
know how beautiful you are and how proud I am of you. I am always
saying I wish the whole world could see you."
" Yes I know. It makes me feel wonderful to know you are so
proud of me. Unfortunately the odds against me ever being a movie
star or anything are unreal."
" Well there is always the chance. I thought you might like
to try a smaller audience at first. I discovered a place that has
an amateur contest for dancers. Are you interested?"
I was so naive I thought he was talking about a stage show
and told him that I could not do the ballet or tap dancing that
they would expect.
" No Honey, this is the kind of dance you did for me. I know
you have a real talent for strip-tease. I have been to this
place. None of the dancers are anywhere near as good as you. Top
prize is one hundred dollars. Whatever prize you win I will
double."
" I don't know. Would we know any one there? How many people
would be coming to see me?"
He assured me that everyone would be strangers. I could quit
any time I wanted, and that there would be from one to two
hundred men watching. That did it for me. The idea of that many
strange men watching every move I made created an instant tingle
in my pussy.
When I agreed he told me to dress in a bra, panties, and a
skirt, and blouse that would be easy to take off. The contest was
that night at nine p.m.
When we got there I found that the place was full of men and
there were some regular topless dancers just wearing "G" strings.
The girls looked totally bored. What I noticed most was that a
lot of the men were hooting and whistling even though the dancers
weren't doing anything special. I knew I could turn them on. The
idea started my pussy tingling again.
My Dad had signed me up for the contest. In a little while
all ten of us " Amateurs" were called into the back room. It
became instantly obvious we were not all amateurs when the boss
came back to tell us that he wanted us all to act like amateurs.
He had us open our blouses and raise our skirts to show we had
standard panties and bras on. A couple of girls had sequined
panties and bras so he made them take them off and gave them J.C.
Penney type underwear to preserve the amateur image. It turned
out only two other girls and myself had never done this before.
We became instant friends in our mutual fight against our
enemies, the pro's.
I asked the boss if I could go last since I did not know what
to do. He said that us three real amateurs could go in any order
we wanted if we thought it would help. I chose last place. The
other two said they would like to be toward the end.
The boss said there were only two rules; 1. Nobody takes
their pants off in the first round. 2. Don't let the men grab us
as it would be hard to get to us in the crowd to help.
I asked if we would be expected to get totally naked since
the girls dancing now were wearing bottoms. He just said to take
off as much as I thought it would take to win.
We stood at the back of the room to wait to be called up by
our first names only. By the second girl I was wishing I had not
asked for last. The men were going nuts and I could hardly wait
for my turn.
I noticed that some moves really turned the guys on. The
girls did not seem to notice and did not continue doing what the
guys liked or repeat it. One girl stretched her arms up high and
waved her tits with the music. The guys loved it but the others
did not do it. Only one girl faced the audience as she slowly
took off her blouse and bra all the rest turned their backs to
take off clothes. One girl crawled on the floor dragging her
nipples on the floor, none of the others. One girl went to the
edge of the stage where the front row could touch her. I planned
to do all these things.
My plan worked as I got hoots and applause as I repeated the
best parts of the other girls bits. When I took off my skirt I
just unbuttoned and unzipped it then worked my hips back and
forth while vibrating so my tits would move till it fell to my
feet. It slid off my hips by the inch and each drop brought
applause. When I went close to the edge everyone grabbed for me,
but gently. The thrill I got by exciting so many men at the same
time was impossible to describe. When I re-dressed to go back to
the bar I did not bother to put the bra back on. As I walked back
down the aisle everyone had seen I had not objected when the
front row felt my body while dancing. There were hands on me all
the way back to the bar. When the boss said he would tell the
guys not to grab at me I assured him that it was alright. I am
sure he could see how excited I was.
On the next round I got naked as soon as possible and still
stay in time with the music. Near the end of the song I spent the
whole time on my back or belly at the edge of the stage so the
guys in front had access to every part of my body. When I felt
fingers going into my pussy I almost creamed on the spot. I just
slipped on my panties and blouse to go back to the bar. This time
the guys on the aisle got even bolder. Some of them gave me light
spanks on my ass. This was great! I slowed my pace so all of them
who wanted to could take a shot. I received about ten spanks by
the time I got back to the bar.
The boss said I was going to cause a riot if I was not more
careful. I knew he was not serious though because they jammed in
more chairs down front as guys offered tips for the better seats.
Some of the other amateurs were bitching that what I was
doing was not fair to the others. The boss just reminded them
that this was a contest without rules. This confirmed my opinion
that he did not mind what I was doing. I knew the last round
would be wild as the pro's especially wanted to beat me.
On the last round the other girls copied what I had done plus
other things like spreading the lips of their pussies and their
ass-cheeks with their hands. One even picked up a beer bottle
with her pussy. They were still scared to let the audience get
too familiar and I knew that was my ace in the hole.
As a finale in the last dance as I crawled on all fours at
the edge I told the guys that I was being naughty and should be
spanked. They were quick to oblige. By the time I was half-way
across the stage they couldn't wait to get to my ass and started
to hit my breasts and sides with the backs of their fingers. This
hurt wonderfully so I turned around for another pass so they
could get to my other breast and ass-cheek. When the song ended I
was so wet it was starting to run down my legs. I just threw on
my blouse without buttoning it and pulled my panties up into the
crack of my ass. The guys on the aisle really laid on the spanks
on my way to the bar. By the time I got back I had to hold onto
the bar for support as the orgasms tore through my body. It took
all four bouncers to keep the audience away from me.
I won the contest easily. When I went into the back room to
dress the boss followed me. He offered me a job on the spot, but
I told him I would have to think about it. I knew I would get
bored doing it as a regular job just as the other dancers had. He
said that he noticed spanking really turned me on and asked me if
I had ever been whipped or switched. I lied and told him I
hadn't. Then he said for me to think about it as he arranged
specialty acts for stag parties and I could get five hundred
dollars or more for a show including tips. This appealed to me
and I planned to see if it would be alright with Dad.
I was so horny I sucked Dad's dick for him almost all the way
home till it began to hurt him.
