My step-sister Darla discovered I was a lesbian when I was seventeen. She was twenty and already in college but when she came home on vacation my lover's older sister told her that we had been 'doing it.' Needless to say, from that day forward, Darla became a royal pain-in-the-ass, threatening to tell my father and step-mother if I didn't perform all kinds of duties for her. She didn't do her laundry, for example, for more than a year and all my late mother's jewelry that I'd inherited was worn by Darla instead of me.

But at least she kept her part of the bargain and didn't tell our parents. Later, of course, I realized she'd have been stupid to do so, because she'd have lost her power over me. When I graduated from high school my Dad insisted I go to the same college where Darla was a senior and, in spite of my protests, that's what happened. I don't think Darla liked it any better than I did, but her feelings didn't concern me at that time.

Given our relationship, I was surprised when Darla asked me to be a Bridesmaid at her wedding to her long-time beau which was scheduled for just before graduation. She was all worked up about the wedding and far too busy to spend her time harassing me any more. I was actually looking forward to her wedding, because I knew once she was married, she'd forget all about me.

Joanna, her matron of honor threw a big shower at her parents house and it was one of those early May days when the temperature and humidity went through the roof. We all wore shorts and T-shirts because the party moved back and forth between the pool deck and the house. I guess I was pretty oblivious to what was going on, because the other girls kept pouring vodka into me like there was no stopping. By the time the party started to break up, I was REALLY drunk. That's when Joanna whispered that they had a special gift for Darla downstairs and asked me to get her down there.

I had surprisingly little trouble separating Darla from the rest of her friends and when we got downstairs there were Joanna, the other bridesmaids and a couple of girls I recognized from Darla's sorority. Joanna held out a couple of boxes to Darla, 'We knew you'd want these,' she said. Darla opened the first box and it held the first pair of those crotch-less panties from Frederick's that I think I'd ever seen. I could appreciate the utility of them and made a note to check them out the first chance I got. The second box was smaller and when she opened it, Darla held up a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. 'Perfect!' she said.

Before I knew what was happening, Joanna and another girl grabbed me and threw me on the floor. Darla clamped the handcuffs on my wrists behind my back and stood up clapping her hands gleefully. 'It worked, Joanna, it worked,' she screamed. I was a little nervous about this, but I figured they were just picking on me because I was the youngest and 'different' but I quickly learned the awful truth.

'You really like licking pussies?' Joanna asked. I wasn't sure of how to answer, so I didn't say anything. That was a mistake! 'Well,' Darla snapped, 'since you don't want to talk about it, how about giving the girls a demonstration?' I still didn't get it!! 'Come on, Darla,' I whined, 'take these things off of me.' Instead, she pulled down my shorts and panties while two others pulled my shirt over my head so I couldn't see what was happening.

They laid me over a footstool with my tight little butt in the air and Darla started to spank me with a Ping-Pong paddle. Not one of those with the rubber face, this was a cheap one with sandpaper on it. Every time she landed a blow, she'd twist the paddle so it lacerated my skin. 'Come on Ginny,' Joanna chided me, 'Darla told us if we brought you down here, you'd show us why you perverts like licking pussy. Come on, show us what you do with your girlfriends.' I was stubborn enough to tell them to go to hell and so Darla really lit into me.

I was determined not to give them the satisfaction of giving in to them no matter how badly they beat my butt, so I just bit my lip and suffered in silence. (Actually, silence is a relative term, because after 15 or 20 smacks with that paddle, I was yelping pretty good, but I still wasn't going to give in.) Then one of Darla's sorority sister's got a bright idea. They flipped me over and bent me backwards over a footstool. This made my big, bare, breasts point straight up toward the ceiling. The girl took the paddle from Darla and delivered the most painful blow I can remember ever getting right on my left nipple. My whole breast flattened out under the impact and I know they must have heard my scream a mile away, even over the music that was blaring. She hit my right breast the same way and then she pulled my T-shirt off my face. 'Now will you lick our pussy's?' she laughed, raising the paddle threateningly.

I had trouble talking because I was crying so hard, but I remember I nodded my head vigorously and I'm pretty sure I said 'yes' more than once. They all started giggling as they lined up in front of me and made me do them one after the other. It was certainly humiliating, but for me the most disappointing thing was that after all she'd done, Darla refused to let me lick her. At least if she had, I'd have been able to tell her mother how much she'd enjoyed it. That would have made up for a lot of crap that I took from her over the years.

Of course I wasn't actually in Darla's wedding party and the girls quickly spread the word of the event all over the campus right before finals week. Surprisingly, a couple of girls I couldn't stand went out of their way to look me up and tell me they thought it was a terrible thing that they'd done. At least that helped make up for it, well, a little bit anyway. But I was so distraught from the jokes and innuendo that I nearly failed my finals. The next year I transferred out of state and eventually got my degree. I haven't seen Darla since then because I never went home between semesters and I haven't attended any family event where she and her husband are likely to be around to tease me about it.