He had slammed the door and bolted it. Jennifer had screamed for nearly an hour and had tried every means that she could think of to escape. The other...stall occupants, those who were not gagged, all yelled for her to shut up. She didn’t listen. Finally, after nearly an hour of yelling one of the matrons came in and cruely and severly whipped her with a whip. Jennifer counted fifty whacks that fell across her body. She tried in vain to avoid the lash but could not. Her writhing only managed to. In summer time she would wear very short tight low cut flimsy dresses with open light footwear, in winter short skirts white blouses, always unbottoned to the bra which gave a glimpse of her small cleavage, black high heels and nylon clad legs. I often wondered if the nylon was that of a pair of tights or that of stockings held up with suspenders. Stockings and suspenders were for me at the age of 18 a thing of pure fantisy, no girls my age ever wore them and I often fantasised what it would be. I then realized I was collared, naked, and on my knees, in the middle of the party. All the girls were sitting around drinking, and watching the action. I think they'd been making comments and jokes, there had been a lot of laughter, but now it got quiet. I blushed and looked down, but my attention was drawn to Kiki. She was holding Jade's stetson, she held it out to Amber and Rose. They looked uncertain, but put something in it. Then, Kiki drew a piece of paper out of the hat and announced Dee. I liked to undress quickly, and even though we should savor the moment on our honeymoon, I didn’t want to waste a second teasing each other.While still, he struggling with his clothes, we tumbled onto the bed. As he positioned himself on top of me, I hugged him and I rubbed my hand on his back and stared deep into his eyes. I could feel how much he wanted me.We began to kiss, gently at first, but then it became hot and passionate. We were deeply french kissing and I was rubbing my hands over.