One of the burly men in black led me over to one of the benches and pushed me down in place. I was kneeling on a padded step with my stomach on a padded raised platform. My arms were strapped in place down at the base of the bench in the front. There was a wide leather strap across my back just above my ass that held me firmly in place.
I looked over and Vicki was being placed on a similar bench. She was trying to resist, however, and the second man had to help restrain her while they strapped her in place.
After Vicki was securely in place, Shirley yelled out to the crowd, “Time for more door prizes. Ten of you… times two, will get to come up on stage and give Beat Girl or Nubbin five swats with the sacred paddle.”
She held up a long, light weight paddle and showed it to the audience. “Do you know why it is sacred?” she asked.
After a moment of silence she answered, “Because it is holy.” Then she put her finger through one of the dozen or so 1″ holes in the surface of the paddle.
The audience groaned, but the joke gave Tommy time to show up with the jar. This time the drawing was probably legit, and pretty soon there were twenty people standing up on stage. Shirley divided them into two lines and handed the first person in each line one of the paddles.
“Remember, five swats and then you hand the paddle to the next person in line and go back to your seat.”
The first person stepped up behind me and the crowd started chanting, “One!” Both paddles slammed into asses. “Two!” Again the strikes were synchronized.
Vicki was no longer gagged and by the third strike, she was begging them to stop. I was just grunting and groaning. It wouldn’t do for Beat Girl’s public image if I started begging them to stop something as trivial as this.
The next person in line stepped up and the crowd again counted out the five swats. They kept that up through all ten spankers. By the time we got to the last person in line, Vicki was blubbering almost incoherently. I was almost incoherent also, but that was because my E buddies had really shown up and I was on the verge of a really good orgasm.
Shirley once again stepped to the front of the stage. She was holding a very thin cane in each hand. She swished them both through the air, crossing them in front of her as she spoke. “Now some very lucky person is going to get to deliver six of their best to these already sore asses.”
Tommy came running out with the jar and Shirley drew out two names, a man and a woman. A moment later both were on stage. Shirley handed a cane to each of them and motioned for them to come stand with her in front of Vicki.
“Nubbin,” she said, “I am going to let you chose which of these two gets to lay six strokes of the cane on your blistered ass. Which one do you chose?”
Vicki– Nubbin sobbed out, “The girl.”
“Bad choice” I thought as the man walked over to stand behind me and the woman moved into place behind Vicki.
I was right. The man didn’t really know how to use a cane. He was swinging it like a paddle and not putting any wrist into it. He slammed it into me six times in quick succession and was done before the woman had even started. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt all that bad. And it didn’t make that really evil swishing noise a cane can make as it swings through the air.
The woman behind Vicki, however, was a cane virtuoso. She whipped the cane back and forth rapidly just above Vicki’s ass so that it sounded like an angry nest of hornets getting ready to strike. Then she tapped Vicki’s ass lightly with the cane about five times before quickly snapping it back with her wrist and slamming it vertically into Vicki’s left ass cheek.
She repeated that and put a welt down the middle of her right ass cheek. Then she laid three across Vicki’s ass. One was at the very top of the cheek, but still not on Vicki’s back. One was right at the bottom of the cheek where it meets the leg muscle. And one was dead center in the middle of Vicki’s ass. This woman was an expert with the cane. There was one more stroke left and I knew exactly where that sixth stroke was going to land. I cringed waiting for it even though it was Vicki, not me who was going to feel it.
The woman whipped her wrist so that she spun the tip of the cane in the air just behind Vicki’s ass. The circle started getting bigger and more oblong. It was now a vertical oval in the air just behind Vicki’s ass. The whole place was totally silent and all that could be heard was the angry humming of that cane. Then with a single motion, the woman snapped the cane downward almost to the ground and upward right between Vicki’s legs.
Vicki’s scream was extremely loud. Several girls in the crowd also screamed. One or two fell to the ground. Every woman in the place felt that cane smash into Nubbin’s engorged nub. Vicki’s eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.
Shirley stepped to the front of the stage. “It looks like Nubbin has reached her limit. We will let her rest up for the final punishment while Beat Girl gives us a live TAZapper session.”
“Oh great!” I thought.” My least favorite session in my least favorite way.”
The two burly security guys pushed Vicki over to the side of the stage where she stared out at the crowd with glazed eyes and moaned softly with each breath. Then they went back stage and brought out a platform with two huge pillars on it. They pushed the pillar platform over to the center of the stage and came back over for me.
I don’t know if they were expecting me to resist or try to run away or what, but they made sure that one of them had a firm hold on me before the other released my restraints. Then they more or less frog-marched me over to between the pillars and tied me in place. It must have been originally set up for someone about an inch or so taller than me because it really stretched me out. I was standing there facing out over the crowd, so I couldn’t see what was happening behind me.
I heard Shirley call out five names and three men and two women came up on stage. They were close to the front of the stage, so I could see them out of the corner of my eye. Shirley held up a smaller jar with just a few slips of paper in it and they each drew out of a slip. She then handed out the three TAZappers and the two vibrators.
“A normal session is a half-hour, but we are going to shorten that tonight.” She turned to the five people and said, “You have ten minutes to see what you can do… starting now!”
The first thing that happened was that one of the women with a TAZapper traded it to one of the men for the Magic Wand vibrator. After that, it was pretty much like any other Beat Girl session on TAZapper night except that live people are a lot faster and much more accurate than joystick controlled robots. Just about every zap was on my clit or a nipple.
I was pretty high on endorphins, so it wasn’t too bad. The only time I really yelped was when the man with the anal vibrator pulled it out and someone with a TAZapper took its place. He didn’t push it inside me, but he really popped my pucker string with about six or eight quick zaps right on the rosebud.