Yes sir

Betty had no idea what was taking over in her mind but she was ready. Then as she thought about dancing for the boys watching, she felt a blush come over her but at the same time she found herself tremendously aroused. And then her very arousal embarrassed her and that aroused her even more. But what could she do? she thought.

�Yes sir, I will cooperate.� She felt tears come again and she had absolutely no idea why.

She joined the other girls and Mr. Rushmore put on some music with a strong, pounding beat.

�Girls,� said Mr. Rushworth, �you will dance and you will keep your hands above the level of your shoulders at all times.�

The girls began to dance as best they could.

Jennifer really didn’t know how the dance was meant to look, but, as she looked around, she realized all the girls were as clueless as she was. All had their hands above their head doing whatever they thought would get the most, or least, attention, depending on who it was.

She noticed Betty was really getting into the spirit of it. She drew in most of the attention and, for some odd reason, that made Jennifer’s stomach twist. She wanted some attention as well. She was so used to having it now, she was afraid of losing it.

Jennifer was at a huge disadvantage from not knowing any dances but knew she had to do something to draw the attention back to her. She threw together a random concoction of different dance moves that she hoped would draw her more attention.

She had lost track of Paul. She didn’t know what he was doing or where he was. It was now a battle. She wanted the boys watching her but knew that would be a challenge with Betty giving it her all.

Paul was fascinated by watching all the girls struggling. None of them had any idea what to do but it was still fascinating to see the girls he had gone to class with now standing there showing their all.

Mr. Rushmore let things go on like this for only a couple of minutes. Then he said, �Alright guys, now this is the whip dance. Paul, I know about this so let me instruct. You boys aren’t going to use real whips, just the props that you have. What I want you to do is move around and use the whips liberally to get the girls to move how you want them to.

�Girls, when you feel the stoke of the mock whip, just react to it as if it were a real whip. Writhe in pain and try harder to please the one who is guiding you.�

The boys quickly got the idea and began to enthusiastically flail their harmless whips. The girls, realizing they were not actually going to be hurt, responded by acting as if they were being tortured. At first the whips fell on the girl’s backs but then the boys got smarter and began to focus on other areas. The girls then responded by rubbing the areas hit and things progressed from there.

Paul was moving around until he saw Jennifer looking at him. Something clicked when she caught his eye. They looked at each other and then moved together. Jennifer started to dance as erotically as she could to hold Paul’s attention and Paul was caught in her spell, not paying any more attention to anyone else.

Jennifer gave up the fight with Betty and focused her sight back on Paul. She knew Betty was the sure winner in the battle but knew she still had one fan and she wasn’t about to lose him. She kept her sights set on Paul and what he wanted. She reacted to each strike much more dramatically and it gave it that much more pull.

She began to pick up the pace of her moves. She only let her hands fall when she was hit by the �whip�. She knew the idea behind this wasn’t so much music appreciation as it was entertainment. She really didn’t care though. She was having the time of her life.

Meanwhile, Betty found herself copying the others. Two boys struck her breasts and she began to rub them as if they were sore. She started to draw more attention and the others became jealous. The girls tried to outdo each other in drawing attention from the boys. Betty had never experienced anything like this and it was arousing her. To her surprise, she started to imagine what it would be like if the whips were real. She really had no idea why but the idea was intriguing her. She realized she was getting wet.

She had only felt this way one other time in her life. She remembered back when she and her boyfriend almost went the full mile. She was so turned on by him that she couldn’t refuse him. At the same time, she couldn’t allow him to go the whole way. Then she felt she would be living a lie, that she would no longer be the angel her parents pictured her to be.

The memory of that night aroused her further and she was reaching the breaking point. She had to get out of the room before she embarrassed herself. She looked over at the door and knew she couldn’t just run out, she had already tried that.

She turned her sights to the teacher. �Mr. Rushmore, can I please go to the bathroom. It’s an emergency.�

Mr. Rushmore had been keeping an eye on her and knew why she wanted to leave and he knew a way to make it happen. �If you have to go that bad I will allow you under one condition.�

Jennifer’s eyes widened; she had a gut feeling she wasn’t going to like this.