The email was from dexitroboper @ some throw away email service. "Oh boy," I thought, "it must be about the club."

The email was brief and badly spelled: "There will be a special meeting of the ATU&SC at 3 oclock on Tusday at the usually place. Attendance is manitory."

I knew where the meeting of the Afternoon Tying Up and Spanking Club would be - the Edward Elmer Smith Middle School - the school my daughters go to. But I didn't know the exact room, since I had been blindfolded (and naked) the first time I was there, so I arrived early and went to Ms Troboper's office.

"I'm pleased to see you had the presence of mind to arrive early, Mr. Delgon," the attractive thirty-something woman said as I entered the office of the school's Second Assistant Principal. "Here is your blindfold." She handed me a strip of black cloth. "You know what to do."

I took off my glasses and left them on her desk, then put the cloth strip over my eyes and tied it at the back of my head. Then I took off all of my clothes, dropping them on the floor, as I had been told to do the first time I was there.

"Come with me, Mr. Delgon" she said, grabbing my left arm above the elbow and pulling me through the office door and down the corridor outside. With only a few changes in direction it wasn't long before she said "Be careful, there are some steps to go up." I probed for the steps with my toes, and found my way up. The texture of the floor changed from that of the tiled hallways to coarse wood. "Wait here, behind the curtain." I guessed I was on the auditorium stage.

I could hear what sounded like a group of school kids talking and laughing. Ms Troboper gave out a loud "Harrumph," silencing the students, then began to speak: "This is a special meeting of the Afternoon Club. There has been a violation of club rules resulting in a security breach. The guilty parties will be punished." I couldn't hear specific words, owing to being behind a thick theatrical curtain, I supposed, but there was a minor commotion. "Abby and Sara Delgon, step forward," she commanded.

"But, but, we... How do?..." protested my older daughter's voice, filled with surprise, indignation, and fear.

"But me no buts, young lady," interrupted Ms Troboper. "I have incontrovertible evidence that you and your little sister revealed the secret name of the Afternoon Club and did forbidden activities outside of the safety of the Club. Your butt is going to get it."

"Yes ma'am," my eldest child squeaked.

"Ah hum", agreed my littler one.

"Given the gravity of your offense, what do you think your punishment should be?" asked Ms Troboper.

"Um, a spanking?" inquired Sara.

"No!" replied Ms Troboper forcefully. "You enjoy spankings too much. You are to be flogged. Come up and submit."

No one spoke for a while, and there were various sounds like furniture being pushed around, and grunts of little girls.

To my surprise, I felt my blindfold being removed, and found I was up on a brightly lit stage. In the darkened audience area there were twenty or so unidentifiable people, while up on the stage were my dear daughters.

They were naked, bent over some kind of padded bar, with their legs spread and tied apart on one side, and their hands also tied far apart to another bar on the other side. Both were blindfolded and gagged.

"Mr. Delgon," spoke Ms Troboper quietly, I guess so my daughter's couldn't hear. "Since you are the person who reported the offences, you will administer their punishments. You will take this flogger." She handed me a multi-tailed whip. The handle was turned wood, walnut or mahogany, while the tails seemed to be leather. There seemed to be more than the traditional nine, and it seemed to be desperately heavy. "You will give each girl six strokes, standing behind them, bringing the whip up from the floor, so that some of the strands will go between their thighs and onto the their cunnies. You will do so with force, although not with all of your strength since you are so much more powerful than they are."

"No." I said.

"No?"

"I can't. I can't hurt my girls like that," I said.

"I assure you, while it looks like they are being coerced, they did not resist being placed in the punishment position. They could refuse this if they wished. They have experienced similar treatment before, all membesr of the club do sooner or later, and all can decline it."

"It's not just that," I replied. "It's too sexual. I don't want to regard my children this way, to think about doing sex stuff with them. I really don't want to go down that path..."

"Very well, Mr. Delgon, I understand and, frankly, I admire your attitude. However, rules are rules, and another rule is that if a member refuses to administer punishment, she, or he in your case, must receive double the punishment. You will take twelve strokes."

"Um..." I was to be restrained, naked, in front of a bunch of middle school students, mostly girls, and whacked with a heavy whip. "Ok."

"Caitlin", called out Ms Troboper. I believe you are next in line to administer punishment. Would you do Mr., er., this person, here?"

"YES!" squealed a gleeful voice from the crowd. A golden haired girl bounced up the steps to the stage. Her brilliant blue eyes fixed mine and held them as she peeled off her clothes. Her breasts were small, her slit was accented with fine yellow hair, her face was radiant with beauty. How did I see that if my eyes were fixed on hers? I dunno. You see a lot when a twelve year old girl completely strips in front of you.

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the bar my daughters were draped over. I let her position me over the bar, seize my ankles and fasten them far apart, take my wrists and fasten them as I tried to support my weight mostly on my hands and feet. She put a gag in my mouth, but left my eyes free from the blindfold. I looked to my left and right and saw my daughters in the same position. I could just look back far enough to see there was a naked boy behind each of them, and, as if on a signal, Caitlin smacked my ass with her hand at the same time that the boys smacked my little girls.

I jumped, my girls squeaked into their gags, and I thought "My God, this is fantastic!!"

After the warmup handspanks came the blows with the floggers. It didn't last long. Caitlin seemed to be doing her best, but the girl tennis player grunts she emitted delivering the blows were louder than mine, receiving them. The boys whupping my girls' asses were about the same size as Caitlin, so I wasn't worrying about them as much as before. I suppose my girls were wondering who was still being whipped after their six strokes were finished. Sure it hurt, while it lasted. I was just, I don't know. It's hard to say it about this kind of thing. It was, well, It was fun.

After the twelfth stroke the gorgeous little twelve year applied to my ass, there was a pause, then I felt her hands massaging my butt, taking away the lingering afterglow which I really wanted to keep. The hands strayed to my privates. I opened my eyes, which had been clenched shut during the whipping. Looking around I could barely see my daughters on either side, being similarly groped by the boys who had spanked them. I closed my eyes again as my penis convulsed in the climax Caitlin's hand induced.