PUNISHED FOR CURSING IN SIGN LANGUAGE

This was my first real job and I thought I would get into the spirit of things because it was Halloween. A lady told me that I ought to dress up in a costume in a Queen’s outfit and my female assistant dress up like King Arthur. This woman who put me into an unusual situation I think was named Cathy or Katy or something like that, but I would rather forget that night.
I walked out to the podium and began announcing the songs to be played I was the DJ and doing a good job would mean other parties and invitations to other events. Throughout the night this “guy” that was dressed like a storybook thief kept reaching up my dress and feeling my legs. I finally learned this “guy” was totally deaf and I kept signing for “him” to go away and enjoy the party. He kept reaching up my dress and feeling my legs and my fanny. Still I kept telling him to go away because I wasn’t what I seemed. The night wore on and this limp-wristed moron was still at it.
Finally, I told him “I was the same sex as he and go away.” He said in sign language, “I am not what I seem either.” I signed back, ” oh yeah, you are a dirty limp-wristed dick licking faggot that ought to rot in hell with the rest of his fairy friends.” I went on and on with a torrent of cursing and insults. He finally signed, “Well you need to look at me babe. I have something for dirty mouthed DJ’s as well. I was only having a little fun with you.”
She pulled off the stocking mask and the bald wig revealing that the he was a she and a real beauty at that. She motioned to her friends who were also deaf. She explained to them what had happened and the names I had called her. My face was becoming redder by the minute. She signed, “put on the wig you twit. We know how to deal with a dirty mouthed asshole.” She took me into the women’s restroom and told me,”wash your mouth out with soap.” I refused and she signed, “you will get a harsher punishment if you don’t do it.” To get out of the women’s restroom I complied with her request. She said, “we talked it over and they said you had been acting very childish. We decided that you ought to be severely spanked taking turns spanking you. what do you have to say about that?” I told her, “I have a virgin butt and had never been spanked even in school.” She said, “tough, let’s go outside.” She led me to an old abandoned frat house and we went inside. She sat down on an old chair and ordered me in sign language to “come here.” She said, “Bend across my lap BRAT. I would not do it and her friends grabbed me and bent me across her lap and they held me there. She pulled up my costume dress and began paddling my butt still in briefs. She signed, “this will not do, panties please.” Her friends had brought along with them a pair of panties. She told me, “put these on and bend over.” She started again adding force with each swat. My rear end felt as if it had been set on fire. Only thing I could do is scream from the pain as my rear became redder and redder from each swat.
She had three friends with her. She had gotten up and one of her friends started to spank me without the panties. This was worse than having the panties on. The burn was becoming almost unbearable as her friend continued the punishment. Each friend taken a turn and she said, “sit down BRAT.” I was wimpering from the pain and rubbing my burning cheeks. She signed, “never use that language again.” I called them one last name which I regret now calling them in sign language, “WHORE!!!” She said to her friends, “he hasn’t learned yet! bend across the chair back you worm!” I refused because my butt was still burning from the previous punishment. She told her friends, “he is going to need help, will you help him?” Her friends laid me across the chair and each gave me ten hard swats on the bottom. At the last swat given I fell to the floor like a rag doll. She dumped a bucket of water on me and I came to. She signed, “you’ve had enough, you may go you worm.”

A Desiree where did you get that sorority paddle?