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Introduction
This is the second and final instalment of an account provided by my friend Julie. It continues the story, from her perspective, of what she and a group of other female ‘friends’ did to me one day at University. Julie kindly provided me with a basic account of the punishment for my sexual misdemeanours. From her notes, I wrote up a full account of what occurred. I use it here with her full permission.
The Hair Salon
We got ‘Little Piggy’ cleaned up and dressed her in the most ridiculous and poorly coordinated outfit I have ever seen. It was vulgar and hideous and one that you just would not be caught dead wearing.
We then took her to a hair salon to get her hair fixed up after her cold dunking! Two of us went with Rachel to the salon. We had agreed to share the cost of the perm between the lads and us. It was something like £3 each, cheap, we thought, for such an exciting days entertainment!
The stylist did look long and hard at Rachel as we had put her into a ridiculous multi-coloured T-shirt that was full of dyed type colours and was virtually a child’s size as it clung to her tightly. Under this T-shirt, we made sure that Rachel wore absolutely nothing, so it pressed her breasts flat and allowed her nipples to poke through if they stood erect – which seemed to be most of the time!
Folks indeed turned and stared, much to her embarrassment. Below the T-Shirt, Rachel wore a bright pink (shocking pink) imitation leather short skirt that just covered her bottom and was so tight she could hardly sit down in it without splitting it.
Below this was a vile green frilly skirt that came down to her knees. We were not going to bother with that, but when we saw how tight the pink one was, we were scared it might split in public, and as Rachel wore no knickers, it might have been highly embarrassing.
On her feet were some bright glittery shoes with high heels that were a size too big and made her totter like a drunken girl when she walked. Although we were all now young women starting on our chosen career paths, my friend and I did giggle as he heard Rachel trying to answer the stylist’s questions.
‘Going clubbing tonight?’
‘Er no, no, not really.’
‘Fancy dress party?’
‘Um er, just out with a few friends.’
‘Male or female?’
‘Um, er both, I think.’
‘Ah, you not sure about some of them?’
‘Pardon?’
‘Your not sure if some of your friends are male or female?’
‘I’m not?’
‘So, what’s with the outfit?’
More giggles from us!
‘Oh er, I er um just er, um well I er, thought I’d be different today.’
‘Well, it certainly is that honey!’
I believe that Rachel was so relieved to get out of that salon, although she did thank us for fixing her hair as we left. Little did she know what was to come.
We all met up for a quick bite to eat at a rather grubby little café that many of the students frequented because the food was passable, and the cost was low. Then, with Rachel gathering many stares from strangers, we set off by bus and on foot to the soft play centre.
The Groping
I was looking forward to this event very much. I think it was partly because I had managed to find the venue and arranged the invitations that I was more than a little excited at the prospect of the next couple of hours. I certainly was seeing another side of my persona emerging that day.
We arrived half an hour after the majority of the guests, and we were able to get Rachel into the ladies toilets without her seeing anyone or suspecting anything. There we took off her awful clothes, put her into a plain white dressing gown, and tied it around her waist. She asked a lot of silly questions, but we kept fobbing her off as best we could.
When we were finally ready to go, we slipped a blindfold on her and walked her out into the middle of the main area where the bed was waiting for us (well, for Rachel, actually). Ann, who was playing the part of ringmaster and compère, got everyone to remain quiet while we brought our victim into the large room. Once here, we quickly slipped off the white robe, so she was, once again, totally naked and still blindfolded.
Two guys held her firm while the fifty or so guests were encouraged to grope, prod, fondle and caress her! ‘Little Piggy’ did not have a clue how many were there or what was happening. Hands went all over her, and fingers explored her most intimate areas.
We allowed this to continue for maybe half an hour as it seemed to be so popular, and so many guys wanted a good feel of our little slut! We had to change the guys holding her several times, if only because they wanted to let their hands roam as well.
It was not just the boys that let their hands roam – several of the girls were surprisingly keen to explore Rachel’s orifices and her cute little tits. The short straggly hairs around her nipples were tweaked and tugged by more than one person.
Eventually, Ann decided it was time for the main event to start, hatay escort and she had Rachel’s blindfold removed so that she could see the huge crowd of students who had gathered for the first time. Her face was an absolute picture, and she could hardly believe what she saw. Instinctively she went to cover her breasts with her arms before realising what else was also exposed.
Ann commented, ‘No need to do that, sweetie; all these guys have already seen you and handled you.’
The Wooden Plank
At this point, I stepped forward with another girl carrying a sturdy narrow piece of wood about six feet long. We passed it between her knees as she stood on the chair. I could see a look of horror cross her face. I must admit I felt certain parts of me ‘tingle’ as we did this, and I looked across to my boyfriend at this point.
We lifted the wooden bar until it rested gently against Little Piggy’s vagina. Ann turned back to the crowd and then to Rachel once more. A hushed silence awaited her.
‘What are you, little whore, she asked? How many of these boys have you turned into men? How many boyfriends have you stolen?’
‘What are you?’ She thundered.
At this point, we lifted the wooden bar forcing Rachel almost off her feet as she stood on the chair.
‘What are you?’ she repeated
We jerked the wood up again and watched as Rachel grimaced.
‘Speak, girl,’ roared Ann.
‘A slut,’ Rachel said rather timidly.
Up went the bar again, and Ann yelled out, ‘Louder, little piggy.’
‘A slutty tart,’ came the reply. ‘A whore.’
‘What sort of tart? What sort of whore?’ Yelled Ann venomously.
‘A dirty, slutty shit eating whore,’ Little Piggy replied, trying to find the most appropriate words to stop her torture.
Each time Ann prompted her, we jerked her up on the wooden bar, and we could see the pain in her face.
Each time she replied with dirtier and dirtier descriptions of herself, the boys applauded or roared with laughter.
Ann kept up this dialogue for five minutes while I was relishing heaving up the wooden bar and even lifting Rachel off her feet. I knew it was very uncomfortable for her. I hate to think what would have happened if she got a splinter, though I think there would have been a rush to help pull it out.
Finally, we removed the wood from between her legs and let her stand on the chair so everyone could get a better view. I must be honest, she did look beautiful standing there so thin, so serene, so vulnerable, and so pretty! Then Ann took over once again and lifted a billiard cue to use as a pointer.
The Shaving
She told everyone, ‘This little Scottish wench has been stealing our men. We have decided she must bear the consequences, and she has already been punished today. However, we girls like to keep ourselves clean and neat and tidy, and this thing standing here in front of us has more hair than her fellow Scot Billy Connolly. Look at this thatch,’ Ann said, pointing and then prodding with her cue highlighting Rachel’s vaginal area.
Then moving up Rachel’s naked body, she continued, ‘And you all felt her breasts, not that she has any to speak of, but even what she has are hairy! Hairy tits how disgusting but not just that, look at this,’ then probing under Rachel’s arm and ordering her to put her hands on her head, she added, ‘She also has hairy armpits. Well, tonight, we are going to do a sex change on this hairy monster and make her into a real girl, smooth and silky and maybe even just a touch sexy. Something you guys can say you are proud to have entered instead of this hairy old cow.’
Turning her attention to Rachel standing meekly on the chair, she added, ‘Tonight you are going to be shaved bald by us while these friends of ours watch. To the bed with her and spread her wide.’
Poor Rachel was grabbed by ever so many hands and in no time spread wide, so her armpits and pussy were well exposed for our use. Another girl and I had been assigned to the first stage. This was to clip her hair with scissors on demand of each guest. They were all to get a free sample from wherever they requested. Rachel looked up and feebly said, ‘I thought you were my friend; you’re really not going to shave me, are you?’
I am not sure if I even replied, but everyone got into two lines, one along each side of the bed, and we commenced proceedings.
Ann had issued each visitor with a small brown envelope (the cheapest we could purchase) into which they could place their little trophy. As each approached, they could say either ‘slit’ for pussy hair, ‘tit’ for a couple of breast hairs, or ‘pit’ for hairs from her arms.
We worked away with our scissors, and as we thought, the majority said ‘slit’ as they got more, and of course, there was an awful lot more to go around.
Ann took some pinches on a couple of occasions, made Rachel open her mouth, dropped them inside, and said: ‘Here’s something for you to chew’.
We managed to make ığdır escort it last until all had had a pinch of Rachel’s hair. Then we got two men’s shavers and between us commenced firstly with the clippers then with the lift and cut blades to shave her bald all over apart from her head. I must confess that she looked mighty fine between her parted white thighs when she was all shaved and cleaned up.
Then we got very nasty. Rachel had not wriggled too much so far, but all was to change.
Ann asked the lads, ‘What do you put on after you shave?’ Without hesitation and with a distinct murmur of approval, the answer came back, ‘After Shave!’
Ann produced a bottle and very cleverly mimicking an advert from an earlier time and said: ‘And do we splash it on all over?’
‘Yes’, came back some excited voices in unison.
Rachel was aware that this would be a bit painful and started to writhe even before Ann had touched her. Then a good splattering was applied to ‘slit’ and ‘pits’, and after a moment or two of bemused silence from Rachel, she began to breath more heavily and squirm beautifully on the bed, letting out lots of ‘Ohhhhhhhs’ and ‘Ahrrrrrrrrrrghs’ to the pleasure and delight of everyone there.
Eventually, she calmed down and breathed out long and low to signify the worst was over. The sadist in Ann applied another liberal helping saying again, ‘You just splash it on all over!’
Once again, dear Rachel went into histrionics, grimacing and bouncing on the bed. There was much laughter from all in the room at the poor girl’s predicament. She was left lying there for about another ten minutes, which thinking back, was embarrassing enough, with over sixty other people gawking at you and your most intimate and private parts. However, I wondered again what it would be like to be the victim rather than the perpetrator.
The Haircut
We untied her and sat her down on a chair that we had previously tied to be bottom of the bed to give it more stability. Rachel was then bound to the chair and was, I think, now was fully resigned to her fate, whatever it might be. Her ankles were tied round the chair legs by several twirls of a type of rope that we managed to get because it was soft but very strong. Her arms were brought up and bound too along the length of the bottom bed frame so that they were outstretched on either side of her ensuring she was completely immobile.
Ann handed out larger brown envelopes and announced that Rachel would be shorn, and anyone wanting some head hair should get in line!
At this, Rachel looked up at me with her big pleading eyes and said, ‘But I’ve only just had it done.’
But it was too late. She had often told me how humiliating she thought haircutting could be but had been too scared to try it as there was no place to hide afterwards!
I handed my scissors to the ‘The Doctor’, telling her, ‘Now it’s your turn you will know how to use these better than me.’
The two girls started clipping, or should I say butchering Rachel’s hair with absolutely no method. There was just a chop, catch the hair and then place it into the person’s envelope passing by at the time. We repeated this until every guy in the room had a sample of Rachel’s hair. She was not totally bald as the girls had left her about half an inch to an inch across her head, but she did look a sorry sight.
As she sat there, she must have wondered about all that we had done to her. Ann told everyone that I had one last announcement to make that formed a sort of request to Rachel. I can remember very nervously stepping forward, as I was not used to speaking in front of a crowd.
The Bum Spanking
I turned and addressed Rachel as it made me feel less fearful of the watching crowd. She was, of course, still sitting there naked, shaved and shorn, and she looked up at me.
‘Rachel,’ I commenced, ‘Over the past months, you have confided many things to me and I to you. One of those was your desire to have your backside whipped so that you could hardly sit down for a week and your pussy whipped so you could not have sex for the same period.’ I paused before continuing, ‘Have you enjoyed your experience today?’
She paused, swallowed and them smiling said somewhat softly, ‘Yes, I think I have. It’s been the most humiliating day I have ever experienced!’
I was hoping to hear Rachel admit that she enjoyed the humiliation we heaped upon her. She had been noticeably quiet for a lot of the time.
‘We are willing to whip your arse until you cannot sit on it and your pussy so that you will be sexless for several days. What do you say? It’s up to you. We can stop now, or we can take you further than maybe you have ever gone, but it must be your decision.’
Rachel has a great sense of humour, and even sitting there bound and naked and completely humiliated, she answered: ‘Will you allow each of these guys to fuck me first?
Sadly for her, that was not an option. She sat for maybe a minute contemplating ısparta escort the possibility of getting what I thought she wanted or perhaps never having the opportunity again.
Eventually, she spoke, ‘OK, let’s go for it as long as I can stop it at any time.’
I am amazed that the cheer from everyone did not bring the whole neighbourhood round to see what was happening.
We untied Rachel from the chair, and we were going to bind her to the pillar, which was all set, but surprisingly she said, ‘No, you won’t need to bind me. I’ll bend over here and grip the ironwork of the bed so you can whip my bum, and if I spread my legs, you will be able to whip between them up to my pussy unless you want me to face you?’
I was stunned, and I think everyone was at this. Then Rachel added, ‘I’ll bend over this for my backside, but if two of you nice handsome young men would support me, I think you’d all enjoy it more if I faced you when you were whipping me down here, don’t you.’
Again there was a silence as we all contemplated just how brave this highland lassie was. Again she asked with a big smile that did look a trifle forced, ‘What are you going to use on me?’
This was the first time all day anything went wrong. We had lost the bag with our implements inside. Everything descended into chaos as we tried to find the elusive bag, but it had disappeared. Amazingly Rachel standing there still nude in front of around sixty young men and women, saved the day.
‘Is anyone wearing a belt?’ she asked.
Several guys came towards her. She had them all take them off and felt each one carefully. Then she selected one and said, ‘This will do very well, thank you!’
It was slightly softer leather than the others, and Rachel handed it to Ann, saying, ‘May I suggest that you use bare hands to smack my bum and this between my legs. She was so calm that I get goosebumps even now thinking about it.
Within minutes she knew she would be in agony but never showed a single morsel of fear. I almost wished I had been brave enough to do what Rachel did. I had had my fair share of the boys, but something about how Rachel tackled the day did bring a tingle to my spine. I guess I was too nervous to try that sort of adventure myself.
‘How many are there here,’ Rachel inquired.
‘About fifty,’ I replied, forgetting about the extra ones who had been with us all day.
Rachel looked around and said, ‘I’d like to let you all have at least one go, but I think I may have passed out by them, but I’ll try it and see how it goes. Anyone who does not get to spank me can have a go with the belt.’
She then turned towards the bed, taking hold of the ironwork and bent over. Then she stood up again and asking for a pillow or cushion between her body and top of the iron frame.
Once we had done this, she took up position and somehow Ann managed to form an orderly queue from the hoards of rampant boys (and girls) waiting to have a crack at Rachel’s sexy arse.
One by one, the guys came up to her and smacked her backside as hard as they could. Rachel remained sill at first apart from expelling air at each smack; however, she started to moan or let out a slight scream after about the ninth or tenth. She still, however, stood bent over the bed backside available to those smacking it.
We watched as it turned redder and redder with every smack against her naked flesh. It wobbled marvellously with each stinging blow, and I wondered how she was able to stop tensing herself. At thirty strokes, she stood up and apologised, saying that her bottom could not take anymore. Rachel asked if the rest could work on the back of her thighs.
She never said anything else but bent over again with legs slightly apart and waited. Ann had each person alternate between left and right legs, and I thought that surely she must buckle at some point. What was funny was the girls who had queued up seemed to be the ones who delivered the most brutal strokes.
Bang on the count of fifty, Rachel stood up asking, ‘How many more?’
Those left were just us girls and the ten guys who had been with us from the start.
‘About ten.’ I replied.
Rachel smiled somewhat sheepishly and challenged, ‘You said fifty earlier!’
I felt ashamed and embarrassed as I quickly explained the mistake I had made.
Rachel breathed in and replied, ‘You ten guys and then all of the girls get to pussy whip me.’
The Pussy Whipping
Turning to me and looking me in the eye, she added: ‘And you dear Julie will do the last stroke, and it will be the hardest of them all; otherwise, I’ll get all these guys here to strip you naked and send you back to the halls with no clothes on at all!’
I grinned as I liked her sense of fun but just felt that maybe on this occasion she was not joking!
Rachel picked out two lads to support her and stood with her hands on her head and legs wide apart. The guys tried to hold her across her back, but their hands came round her sides, so the only place they could go was onto her breast.
Rachel could see this and quipped, “Now, boys, you cannot play with those. If you do, others here may join in, and these girls will be planning yet another day of punishment for me. I think we had better change positions.’