is a 1983 song by a one-hit wonder group called Oxo. It is all but
forgotten by the mainstream but is remembered in one place. The
local middle school does not have a traditional mascot, but rather
takes its name from a force of nature. Just as the University of Florida is known as "The
Hurricanes," the local middle school names itself after a tornado.
They call themselves "The Whirlies" This is a story of
a group of girls who called themselves the Whirly Girls.
The Whirly Girls had
no official standing with the school. The school doesn't sanction
sororities but this did not deter the girls from forming their own
unofficial club. To be a Whirly Girl was to be a member of the "in
crowd" and at the top of female society at the school. Membership
was exclusive and limited to a dozen girls. Each Whirly Girl pledged
that she was willing to hold herself to the group's code of honor.
Part of that code of
honor was how the girls conducted themselves with boys. Being the
most popular girls in the school, they could be very selective.
A girl could not date a boy unless the boy was approved by the other
girls. Only the best boys were allowed to date a Whirly Girl. Being
the most popular girls in the school meant that there was a long
line of boys waiting to date them. The code also meant that the
girls respected each other's "property." No girl was to
try to take another girl's boy from her.
The Whirly Girls were sitting in
the back of the bus coming back from watching a swim meet. The Girl's
team had just whipped their next-town rivals and were celebrating
in the front of the bus. Nobody could see, or hear what was going
on behind the whooping and howling girls in front of the bus. This
suited Linda, the head Whirly Girl, just fine.
"Darlene, it's come
to our attention that you were making the moves on Jenny's boyfriend."
I wasn't. He came on to me!" Darlene protested.
"That's not the
way I heard it."
He made the first mood. All I did was flirt with him and tease him
a little. I figured if he was going to be a jerk, I was going to
lead him on and send him home where he could jerk ..." she never
got to finish her sentence as Linda interrupted her.
"You should have
reported him to us immediately."
"I meant nothing by it. I was just having a little harmless fun."
Turning to the rest of the group, Linda asked, "What do you think girls?"
Jenny was first to speak up. "He was two-timing me ... if
I knew ... it makes me so mad, I want to spank him."
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Linda said.
"Spank Jenny's boyfriend?" another girl asked.
"No silly, spank Darlene for violating our rules."
"Spank her!" another girl chimed in. Her voice was echoed
by another in the group, and soon all the girls were chanting "Spank
her! Spank her!" with the exception of Darlene, of course.
Linda ordered, "Go get her girls!"
Two girls grabbed an arm each and pulled Darlene over Linda's lap.
"No!" Darlene protested, but her yells were drowned out
by the cheering in front of the bus.
Linda lifted Darlene's schoolgirl skirt over her waist. "Ann,
get her shoes and panties." Mary Janes came off one by one.
It actually took two girls to get Darlene's panties off as she twisted
and turned on Linda's lap like a snake with a seizure. It didn't
do any good. There were just too many hands holding her down.
There were also many eyes on her too. Some of the swim team had
noticed the commotion and decided to get a look of their own. They
stood by and kept their silence. They knew this was an internal
matter that concerned the Whirly Girls only.
Darlene felt the cold on the nakedness of her exposed rear end.
It would soon be suitably warmed. This was worse than an ordinary
spanking. In an ordinary spanking, one could predict when the next
blow will come by the way the spanker's body moved. However on the
bouncing bus this was impossible. Not that Darlene had any experience
with spanking. She had never been spanked in her entire life; not
even as a little girl.
SMACK! Down came Linda's hand. Darlene's breath was taken away.
Feeling the other girl's palm on her flesh came as a shock: unexpected.
Darlene was surprised. Shouldn't this hurt? And then it did. Not
too much, but it felt like fire ants biting at her butt. In a way,
it actually felt good. Well, maybe not "good" good but
SMACK! The second blow was on the other cheek. This one wasn't
as shocking but the stinging sensation was equally stimulating.
With each smack, the sensation grew. More and more fire ants bit
her ass. The tingling traveled deeper and deeper and traveled across
her nerves to her stomach and crotch. It felt sort of like the sensation
she got when she needed to pee or maybe like when she touched herself
in that special way down there. She didn't know. She couldn't tell.
Maybe it was a cross between the two.
She couldn't tell. She was distracted by the spanks administered
by her sister superior in the sorority. The bouncing of the bus
and how it made her abdomen press into Linda's thighs was a pleasure
and pain all of its own in addition to the fiery tingling of her
entire ass. Her whole body felt flush and warm.
She was aware of the spanks landing on her butt, but lost track
of how many. She couldn't really feel them as they were happening.
The pressure was there; she was aware that a palm was meeting her
flesh; but the stinging just seemed to grow continuously on its
own, independent of individual spanks.
The spanking was over for a good while before Darlene was aware of it. Her
mind was focused on her butt and her clitoris which seemed to be throbbing
as much as her rear end. Why was this so? How could she even think of it at
such at time? The rest of the bus and its occupants were perceived through
a dim haze in the far corners of her perception.
As from a dream, Linda spoke to her, "There you go. Don't
ever think about messing with one of our boys ever again!"
She smiled. She was chastised in front of her peers and embarrassed for sure,
but she was allowed to stay a Whirly Girl.