I stared in erotic awe at the debauched display. What a pair of sluts! Melanie made smacking yummy sounds as she drank the spillage, but it was drowne... out by Bonnie's slurps. Finally Bonnie pulled her head up, laughing and looking at me. "It was a new idea," she chuckled casually, casting eyes at Mel who was climbing to her feet. "Hers, of course." "I didn't hear much disagreement," Melanie chided, turning to me. "I wanted the pool, but we couldn't figure out how Bonnie could get some then,". .. maybe it's inborn ... maybe it's all part of women's secrets passed from mother to daughter ... girls know how to get the most out of flashing. And guys are easily teased. It's not good for our brains ... oxygen starvation. The blood that carries the thinking carries it to a much smaller brain. Redirect that oxygen carrying blood and we tend to babble. Nerve endings that carry sight to the brain send the signals south; uncharted territory is a discovery every second. I was making a lot of. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. If this was supposed to be fun I sure was not finding it that way anymore. Come on guys, whats going on, I asked? But I got no answer. Then I felt them put what felt like a dog collar around my neck and I felt it pulled until I had to squat down. My wrists were untied and then I felt a pull and fell forward and I was on my hands and knees. I was then surprised when I felt a slap on my bottom. But not as horrible as the birthday spankings I had received but. She took them bravely and was doing better than I hoped. Next up was a leather paddle. Mike showed no mercy, slamming her ass with it and for the first time Ashley cried out in pain. Hearing that and seeing the first tear running down her face almost tore me apart. Every fiber of my body told me to help her. Five more hits before he stopped. By then, Ashley's mascara ran down her face and I felt myself beginning to cry as well. Next up was the bullwhip and the Vibro-clamp, as Mike had named.