Slut Reform by Allene
Jeeze just because you get caught fucking your boyfriend under the grandstand
everybody thinks you are the queen of sluts.
The school went ballistic and kicked me out for a week but that was nothing
compared to my parents reaction. The principal called my folks just as I got
home and Mom actually bawled at the shame of it all. My Dad turned all red and
yelled, "You little slut! The whole town will know what you did. We won't be
able to hold our heads up."
I said, "Christ Dad. I was just making love to my boyfriend. We plan to get
married when I get out of school."
"My God. Now you are using the Lord's name in vain. You will be severely
punished for this."
"Oh God. How long are you going to ground me this time?"
"Obviously grounding you doesn't work. We are going back to your old
punishment."
"Oh shit! You don't mean spanking. I haven't been spanked since I was eight
years old."
"Yes and you are twice as old now so your punishment will be twice as bad."
"Oh no! Ten spanks left me sore for days. I can't take twenty."
"You have no choice in the matter. Go to your room while your mother and your
brothers discuss your punishment."
"Oh no. You aren't going to let them watch me are you. I won't have to take
down my panties like I did before. That is just too embarrassing."
"It is a little late to worry about embarrassment. The principal told me the
whole football team saw you naked fucking your boyfriend that is why you were
caught. The coach came over to see why his team was hanging around the
bleachers and saw you and broke it up."
"That was embarrassing. To make it worse they all stood around watching me do a
reverse striptease putting on my clothes. Isn't that humiliation punishment
enough?"
"Not by a long sight. You will soon forget your humiliation but you won't
forget your punishment. Now go to your room."
I left crying. I knew it would be bad especially with my damn brothers there.
They would love to see my bare butt. They had been sneaking peeks at me in my
room and in the shower since I started getting boobs at 12. I decided to take
off my thong panties and put on cotton ones in the faint hope he would settle
with just spanking me on my panties. They left me there for about an hour
while I became more frightened and also angry when I heard my brothers laugh.
Finally Dad called me to come down and when I got there he was holding a book.
He said, " Your brothers have shown me how adultresses were punished in
American history. It seems appropriate. Come here and look at this picture."
I went to him and looked at the book in horror. A woman was hanging from a tree
limb. They had ripped off her blouse so she was naked to the waist. There were
whip marks on her back and it looked like the whip was curling around to hit
the front of her body too.
I howled, "You can't be serious. That is awful and she is nearly naked!"
"We can't duplicate that scene since we don't have the tree or a whip, but we
have decided that the chandelier will hold you easily and we can use my belt
for a whip."
I knew it would I had watched him install it by bolting a hook to the rafters.
I kinda liked the idea of his belt. from past experience I knew it stung awful
but it did not leave terrible bruises like the fraternity paddle he had saved
from college.
Then a terrible thought struck me. "You said 'We." You aren't going to let my
brothers punish me are you?"
"You have disgraced the whole family. We will all punish you including your
Mother."
"Oh no. Not you too Mom. You should know how terrible this will be for me."
Mom said, "Yes and expect no mercy. I warned you on every date you went with a
boy not to let him touch you and you always agreed even though you knew you
would rut with him like an animal."
Dad said, "Enough talk. Allene take off all your clothes while the boys put up
the rope."
I tried to hide myself as best I could while undressing but I knew it was
futile. Soon my hands and arms would be lifted to bare me completely. The boys
faced me while they dragged over a chair and looped the rope over the
chandelier so as to not miss my involuntary strip tease.
Dad said, "Your Mom decided to take some mercy on you. She will wrap a towel
around your wrist so the rope won't cut you."
She wrapped the towel around them but Mike said, "I will tie the rope. Thank
God for Boy Scout training."
I scowled at him. Mom had squirted us out one after another. Mike was 18,George
was seventeen and I was sixteen. I had had to live through their puberty where
they peeked at me at every opportunity. When I complained to Dad about it he
just told me it was natural for boys to be curious.
Mike wrapped the rope around my wrists several times then tied a knot. As soon
as he finished George started pulling down on the rope to drag me under the
chandelier. My arms lifted and I felt my body stretch until my fingertips
touched the chandelier.
George said, "Darn she is too tall to get her feet off the floor."
Mike said, "I can fix that."
He dragged over our huge ottoman footstool then they pulled my legs apart to
tie my ankles to its legs. Now my feet were off the floor to make me really
stretch but worse now my idea of keeping my thighs clenched together to hide my
pussy was history. I was sure the lips had opened to make me look absolutely
obscene.
My remaining hope was that Dad had always spanked me fast so the whole thing
should be over in less than a minute. That hope was shot down when Dad said,
"We will take turns giving you twenty lashes each. Your Mom first. then me,
then Mike and finally George. "
"Oh no. That is eighty lashes. That will kill me."
"No you will get a break between whippers. George suggested that at the end of
each session the whipper will pull out twenty hairs from your crotch and put
them in this bowl to be put on the mantel to remind you of this punishment.
I began to cry. That would be the ultimate humiliation. I didn't know how many
hairs I had but I was sure I would be nearly bald after eighty were taken from
me."
Mom took the belt from Dad and said. "This is for your own good Dear. When we
are done You won't want to mess around with boys anymore."
Her first lash was across my shoulders which stung bad but was bearable but the
next hit below my armpits and the end came around to hit the side of my breast
to make it jump and sting horribly. My scream of agony brought no compassion.
Mike laughed and said, "Good one Mom. That got her attention."
The next hit slightly lower but still high enough to hit my breast again to
make me howl.
She proceeded down my back to sting my stomach as well as my back while I
sobbed and yipped at the pain.
Finally she got to my butt and now the tip hit my pubic bone and then jerked at
the lips of my pussy. My screams became continuous. Finally the one at the base
of my butt ended her twenty and as I hung there limply sobbing she took a
needle nose pliers from Mike.
She said, "It is impossible to get just one hair with this so I will just count
twenty pulls."
Thank God she started at the top but even there the pain of the hair ripping
out brought new squeals.
Dad said, "We will give her a rest before continuing."
I didn't want a rest. I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible and
hoped I would get numb as I had with spanking.
I sobbed, "No rest. Just get it over with!"
Dad said, "No. I don't want your nerves to become numb and deadened. I remember
from your spankings that you did not mind the last ones as much as the first."
I hung there sobbing while the boys came to me to trace the welts with their
fingers complimenting Mom on her good job. I was in to much pain to be
embarrassed even when they poked at welts on my pussy.
Just as my shoulders began to ache from being hung Dad came over for his turn.
Maybe out of habit he concentrated on my butt. He stood behind me and
backhanded and forehanded it making me scream as the tip alternately hit one
pussy lip then the other and finally what seemed almost worse the tip hit my
tender inner thighs I was hoarse from screaming when he finished to take the
pliers to pull the hair. I was hurting so much the extra pain of the hair
ripping out seemed hardly noticeable.
Again I hung there while the boys prodded my welts and laughed at my balding
pussy. Mike said, "She is soon going to look eight years old again."
I could only sob.
They let me hang until my sobbing stopped and my breathing was back to normal
then Mike took his turn.
He stood behind me and made no pretense of hitting my relatively tough back. He
just backhanded and forehanded my sides to let the tip hit the center of my
breasts and the nipples to bring me to a whole new level of pain. I was beyond
screaming I could only gasp and moan as the belt jerked at my breasts and then
he hit the sides of my butt to make the tip jerk open the lips of my pussy. On
the final one he brought the belt up between my legs to bury it into the crack
of my butt and my slit to cause a burn that gave me strength to pull up on my
arms to lift the ottoman.
He was not gentle with the hair pulling either. he picked the hairs closest to
my slit to slowly pull my lips out to the maximum before the hair pulled out
making new sobbing.
I was obviously exhausted since I was just hanging there limply with my head
down so they gave me a longer rest and even brought me some water to drink.
George said, "I think we should let her cool a little."
He went to the fridge and took out a tray of ice. Mom took out the partitions
since she liked to break the ice into chunks rather than cubes. He brought
over the chunk of ice and began rubbing it over the welts on my breasts and
pussy. By then my body felt like it was on fire so it really felt good. So good
I didn't mind the indignity of him sliding it up and down the crack of my pussy
and on my nipples till they became like little hardons. I was so grateful I
thanked him.
He said, "You won't be thanking me in a minute. That ice will bring all the
nerves back to life."
Then they decided I was ready. He stepped in front of me and I stared at him
in fear realizing he was going to hit my front.
He backhanded and forehanded my breasts keeping them in constant motion as I
felt the burn and sting and the pull as they were jerked from my chest wall.
after ten there he started hitting up and down and across my pussy for the
last ten which nearly caused me to faint from the pain.
He was especially evil pulling the hair by pulling very slowly and even
stopping to watch my pussy lips at maximum stretch before finishing to giggle
as the lips jerked back when the hair gave.
They let me down but I was too exhausted to stand and just collapsed in a heap.
Mike picked me up and carried me to my bed. I was so exhausted I went to sleep
instantly in spite of the fact he was playing with my reddened pussy and
breasts.
End part one
Should I continue or is this too much. Allene
