It's summer of COVID-19 and I just turned eighteen. My mother remarried last September and I moved out on my own. Still at home is my sister Maddie and our two stepbrothers. Anyway I left home just as COVID began and jobs were hard to come by. Lots of girls like me had no money to buy food or pay the rent. Things didn't turn out all that bad for me though. I found a nice little apartment and mornings I worked at the restaurant two doors up. All we could do because of COVID was takeout so we started making up breakfast sandwiches and coffee and selling them down at the dock to fishermen heading out to fish or pull traps. I wore my thong bikini and guys bought every day and we made good money.
Before I left home I stole money they had hidden away. They questioned my sister, my stepfather tying her to a chair in the nude and beating on her trying to make her own up. They decided it was me and I knew when I went home I would be getting a licking. And I did later that summer. When the town closed down many girls like me were broke and bosses began to pressure girls to exchange sex for jobs or rooms to rent. I knew people, being local, and they would help me pretty much so I wasn't bothered, at least at first. But the yearly crew of girls from Ireland suffered badly. That's when I met Ciara, a black haired, very pretty, well built Irish girl. Girls I knew from town did what the bosses wanted but Irish girls like Ciara were virgins and wouldn't come across and was punished by being forced to take it in her bum.
That's when I first met her. She was at a low point so I took her in for a week and later she became my second female lover, which is it's own story. Only other note is that I missed going to the gym, closed by the pandemic. The gym owner was young and kind of nice looking and actually was kind of a friend of mine so I offered him a blow job in exchange for a key to the closed up gym. But he asked instead for me to pose nude for some bodybuilding pictures and I happily did.
Finally just before the Fourth of July the family figured out their money was missing, my sister was beaten because of it and I went to see her. I was found out and finally got my punishment, having my well formed ass whipped while I hung by my wrists completely naked. That's where we start.
My sister cut me down and I fell into her arms only about half alive. She splashed some water on my face and tried to get me to drink something as I came round. I finally woke up and she dressed me and she took me to a car and put me in the passenger side and we were off to my place. By the time we got into town I was lucid. All I knew was my whole body hurt like hell. We bought a pizza up the street from my house and since they knew me they let us eat inside even though it was five minutes before closing.
Back outside we found the streets deserted even though it was the night before the Fourth Of July. There were no parades because of COVID and there were no fireworks except a few floating up over the harbor from some boats. We walked up to the corner to the main street. The cruiser came by and we talked to the cops because I knew them all from my coffee selling string bikini adventures every morning at the docks. They told me there had been an attractive nuisance complaint about my wearing my thong in public but the chief quashed it. Probably one of our competitors but most merchants liked it because there was nobody coming into town so the chance to see my almost bare ass was good for the local economy.
Speaking of my almost bare ass we talked about the gym being open again and low and behold they had seen my nude bodybuilding photos. I didn't blame the gym owner. It's business. He had told me he wanted a girl who looked good but not outrageous so other girls would want to come work out so they could look the same. At any rate as the days went by I found more and more people had seen the pictures and I was becoming rather well known.
Actually I was already fairly well known around town from standing at the docks for two hours every day something close to naked. Guys would come up to me and say aren't you that girl that ... etc. Sometimes cars would slow down and the occupants would stare at me as I walked down the street. I started being careful walking home so no one could follow me, like walking into the mall by one entrance and going out the other or walking down the next street and cutting through the parking lots.
I made good money anyway and now that my whipping had taken place the rest of the summer looked like clear sailing. I had money coming in and a decent place to live and friends and acquaintances who would help me if I got into trouble. There were boys around if I wanted one but I really didn't. Most of them knew nothing about me except that I had a decent body and I kind of wanted something a little deeper. If I just wanted to get fucked I could go to the bicycle shop two doors down from my house and enlist a boy there who had already serviced me admirably.
Maddie and I went to my place because by now I could hardly stand from fatigue and the after effects of my whipping. Once there I stripped naked and she inspected my bruises. Some of the redness had faded but there were lacerations on my bum and a few on my inner thighs and then there were those marks left by the tip of the whip my stepfather used. I had the same markings on my tits but they looked worse because the whip had cut my nipples and there was dried blood pretty much all over my bare chest where the whip had picked up the blood and spread it around. And everywhere the whip had hit me still ached this dull ache.
I knew I could not do my job in the morning. If I was properly dressed no marks showed but I couldn't appear in a thong bikini. It was mid summer and unlike in the cold of the previous March I couldn't wear my Eisenhower jacket to hide the marks and a regular bikini bottom even wasn't enough to hide the marks on my ass. Plus there were my inner thighs. Maddie got me off the hook by offering to stand in. I'd fill the orders in my nighttime shift and she would hand over the drinks in one of my bikinis. She had more than enough body to fill one so nobody would complain. The customers would probably think I was on the rag or something.
I needed help getting cleaned up so Maddie stripped and we went in and started the shower. She had marks too, from when she was interrogated about the money but by now they were faint enough so she could get away with being practically naked in public. Besides the weather prediction was not good for the Fourth so it would be overcast and make what bruises she had harder to see. By far the worst marks she still had were on her wrists where he had tied her arms behind the chair she was tied to. As I said some of the Irish girls were starting to get the worst of it and it was in the papers that one had been tied to a chair in the nude and left there until she came across. So that's where the idea came from.
