I think I loved him the first time I saw him in the hall on my first day in senior high. He was tall, blonde and handsome and was surrounded by girls.

I was naturally curious and found out that his name was Ted and he was captain of the football team. His father had become wealthy in real estate and Ted was already buying and selling property which let him afford a beautiful Porche.

I knew the only thing I had going for me was my large firm breasts, tiny, waist and round firm butt the other girls my age were envious of and didn't think I had a chance with him since he was always surrounded by girls who were wealthy like him and dressed in clothes I could not have even though both my parents worked.

I decided to become a cheer leader so I could at least be closer to him and worked really hard to get all the cheers down for my tryout. The practice worked and I was picked out of all the other girls.

I was really happy because it allowed me to wear the micro skirt and short sweater to show off my body.

I took every opportunity to say hello to him and he was friendly but he always seemed to be in a hurry and never stopped to talk.

The prom was near and I prayed every night he would ask me. I was crushed when I heard he had asked Marcie a senior like him who had a rich lawyer for a father. I began to resent my father who was a foreman at a lumber mill.

Then two days before the prom when I saw him in the hall he stopped me to say, "I have been watching you. You are gorgeous. I asked Marcie to the prom but she has the flu. I know it is late but would you go with me?"

I was flabbergasted. Any girl would have gone with him and he asked me! But I had given up hope and didn't have a prom dress.

I said, "I would love to but I can't. I had decided not to go and don't have a dress for it."

"No problem. I have a pocket full of plastic. We can pick one out after school."

"Oh I couldn't let you do that. They are expensive."

"I want to. Consider it my penalty for not asking you sooner."

That was my first clue of his forceful nature. He wouldn't accept my excuses and led me out to his sports car after school. I was really impressed. I was used to Chevrolets.

He took me to an expensive store I had only visited once because the prices and the sales clerks made me feel poor.

They knew him and didn't seem surprised that he was bringing in a girl for clothes. One of the clerks abandoned a customer and hurried over to lead us to a large dressing room where he sat on a chair as if he owned the place and said, "Sherry needs a prom dress. I think something satiny, white and sexy would be good."

He motioned me over to him and since there was only one chair I knelt down by his legs.

The sales girl left to return with several dresses she held against her. I thought all of them were beautiful but he kept rejecting them until she brought out a simple white satin dress. When she held it against her I saw that the vee neck would expose all my cleavage and it was nearly as short as my cheerleader skirt.

He said, "I like that one. Try it on her."

I protested, "It is pretty but its real sexy. My boobs will show."

He just looked at me sternly and said, "I see. Maybe you are too young for me. Marcie has one just like it only black."

I panicked, "Oh no. I just didn't want to embarrass you by looking slutty. I love it."

The salesgirl helped me to my feet then placed me facing him. I expected her to hold the dress up in front of me but without warning she slid the zipper down the back of my dress and pulled it down my arms to let it drop to my feet.

I blushed and quickly covered my boobs and crotch but he looked at me disdainfully and said, "Relax. Bathing suits show a lot more of you than that huge bra and panties. You have a great body. Be proud of it."

The sales girl tugged at my arms to raise them to slip on the dress. I decided I was being foolish and raised my arms and sucked in my tummy to make the body he liked look even better.

When it was on he said, "The bra will have to go."

I didn't protest when she unsnapped it and slipped it over my arms.

I looked into the mirror on the wall behind him. It showed my breasts almost to my nipples and my tummy almost to the navel but it made me look beautiful. I was proud of the way my boobs stood out proving I didn't need a bra for support.

He loved it. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Turn around slowly."

I did feeling like a pretty model. When I was facing him again he said, Her panties are making lines. Find some that won't."

When she left I said, "They might not show with a slip."

"Are you kidding? You don't wear a slip with that dress."

She came back and again with no warning reached under the skirt and jerked my panties down. I stood there feeling very naked and wished he was not blocking my view in the mirror to see if the shadow of my crotch hair showed.

She showed him a selection of panties and he chose a pair that was only a small triangle with elastic strings sewed to it.

She had me lift my feet and then slid it up my legs. I blushed as she held up my skirt to smooth it over my pussy and pull the string up between the cheeks of my butt.

Ted had me walk around a little and I felt proud when the clerk said I looked beautiful but Ted said, "She needs another touch. Get her a pair of patent pumps with high heels."

She got them and at first I stumbled since I had never worn anything but flats and my boobs nearly jumped out of the dress but then I learned to walk with shorter more graceful steps.

I was pleased when Ted said, "Perfect. The heels make her legs look great." He was right. My lower legs now had a nice curve. I enjoyed walking around noticing in the mirrors that the heels made my hips swing more than normal and my boobs moved.

Ted told the girl to get the boxes and then she held out her hand and I realized she wanted the dress. I hesitated knowing that if I took it off I would be naked except for the tiny triangle covering my pussy but when she waggled her fingers impatiently I slipped it off.

I stood there a moment not knowing what to do then crossed my arm over my breasts. Ted said, "No. Don't cover yourself. You are beautiful. It is a shame you ever have to wear clothes."

I dropped my arm blushing although I was glad he thought I looked so pretty.

The girl brought over my bra but he said, "Forget that. She doesn't need a bra."

She dropped it then had me raise my arms to slide my dress over me. It was a let down. Ted seemed to lose interest as soon as I was covered and I missed the excitement of being naked.

When I followed Ted out of the store I found that the material caressing my bare butt and my nipples was incredibly sensual. I became excited just walking to his car.

At the car Ted said, "You are great. Most girls would have gone behind the screen to change. I am glad you are proud of your body."

It had never occurred to me that I had that option. I blushed and said, "I thought you wanted to see me change clothes."

It was the right thing to say. Ted said, "You were right and I appreciate the fact you want to please me."

He took me home and kissed me good bye. I was disappointed he did not want more. He told me to drop by the beauty salon the next day as he had made an appointment for me.

I went on time and they did my hair and make-up. When I left I had never looked that good before and looked grown-up. I thought I might even pass for twenty-one.

Mom was impressed too. She said, "Where did my little girl go? You look like a movie star."

I dressed early and she was not as impressed by the dress. She said it was much too sophisticated for a sixteen year old and got a silk scarf to put around my neck and pin to my dress to hide the cleavage.

When Ted came for me as soon as we got in the car he said, "Lose the scarf. It ruins the dress." I agreed explaining my Mom insisted on it and took it off to put in the glove compartment. This dress felt even more sensual than the other one. The satin felt good on my bare butt and my breasts could move more easily to caress my nipples.

He said we had some time so he was going to introduce me to his folks. I blushed suddenly feeling very naked and asked if I should put the scarf back on but he just laughed and said, "My folks are more sophisticated than yours."

They had a lovely large home. He walked in holding my hand and led me to the living room where his folks were watching big screen TV. His Dad was sitting in a big chair while his Mom knelt by his legs with her head resting on his leg while he stroked her hair as if she was a large cat. I no longer felt naked since she was just wearing a thin tight nightgown that hugged a lovely body.

They got up and to my surprise when I was introduced they both hugged and kissed me. My folks were not demonstrative at all. I only saw them kiss on birthdays and New Years. They had to be married at least longer than my folks yet they stood there holding each other. I understood why Ted liked the fact I had not been bashful when she got up and I saw her nightie had a neckline cut below her navel and nearly to her nipples to show her still firm breasts and the skirt was slit to her waist to show the sides of her curvaceous legs.

They said I was beautiful and I felt like a gorgeous model as they had me turn in front of them.

Then Ted's Dad turned to him and said, "That is a lovely dress. Did you choose it for her?"

"Yes. She left the selection to me including the underwear."

I blushed at that but his Dad just said, "Good. Maybe she will be an old-fashioned girl you can settle down with."

Then he dismissed us by saying, "Have a good time." and ominously, "I hope to see you again."

I wondered if he meant old-fashioned in the sense of my being a virgin.If so I was in trouble since I had experimented with sex with my cousins when I was twelve.

At the car I asked, "What did he mean by old-fashioned?"

"Dad hates the feminist movement. He thinks it goes against nature and the Bible since women have been taken care of by men since the cavemen. He thinks a few lesbians have completely screwed up women's minds to lose their proper submission and obedience to men creating a terrible divorce rate and juvenile delinquency since kids are being raised by day care centers rather than their mothers."

I agreed! "I agree. I don't understand their goals. I can't see why holding a boring job is supposed to be a sign of pride. I am proud of my Mom for taking care of me and always being there for me and making our home a good place to live. My folks agree that if the Mom's were home there would not be so many delinquents."

"How do you feel about being obedient?"

"A woman should be obedient to make her husband proud. Hen- pecked men never seem to be very successful."

We were at a stop light and he hugged and kissed me saying, "I think we may be a perfect couple."

I hoped so. He was the man I had dreamed of and I planned to make him very happy.

At school I was a star! Boys gathered around us for a closer look and the girls looked envious. Ted was very attentive and made a point of introducing me to seniors I had not met forcing compliments by asking, "Isn't she beautiful?"

He never left my side except to get me punch and danced almost all the dances with me until he had to go to the bathroom. A boy asked me to dance and I did without thinking about it enjoying even more compliments.

I realized I had made a mistake when I noticed he had returned and was glaring at me.

The boy returned me to him and thanked me for the dance.

When he left, Ted said, I thought you were my date. Why are you dancing with other boys? Have you seen me dancing with other girls? If you want your freedom you can have it."

At that he left me and began dancing with a senior girl I thought was at least as pretty as me. I felt hurt and jealous then began hating myself.

I went over to him as he was leaving the girl and said, "I am sorry. Please don't punish me by dancing with other girls."

"Well how should I punish you?"

That took me by surprise. It left no doubt to either of us that I should be punished but I didn't want him to abandon me so I would have to suffer the humiliation of the smirks and whispering of the other girls. I could only think of one way I had been punished.

I stammered, "I,I don't know. Daddy used to spank me when I was little and did something bad."

"Did that make you good?"

"Yes, and it made me feel better because he always forgave me and hugged me when it was over."

"Would you feel better if I spanked you?"

"I guess so if it would let you forgive me."

"I'll think about it. Let's go home."

On the way back he quizzed me about my spankings and I told him that if Dad was real mad he would use his belt.

"Where did he hit you?"

"On my butt and upper thighs."

"How many times did he hit you?"

"I don't remember. He did it until my butt and thighs were red and I was crying."

"Did you hate him for hurting you?"

"Oh no! He wouldn't have done it if I hadn't deserved it."

He just said, "I see." and remained silent for the rest of the way to his house. He didn't seem mad anymore And I thought just saying I would let him spank me made him forgive me. I thought I was safe at his house because his parents might hear us and he seemed to confirm this by making us drinks and having me sit beside him on the couch sipping them while he held his arm around my waist.

He finished the drink and got up and held out his hand. I thought he was going to get another so I finished mine and handed him my glass but he just sat the glasses on the coffee table and said, "Are you ready for your spanking?"

"We can't. I may cry and your parents might hear us."

"They aren't here. They went to Seattle for the weekend."

I was suddenly frightened. It had been years since I was spanked but I remembered it had hurt.

"Oh do you have to?"

"I thought you wanted me to forgive you?"

"I do. I am just a little scared."

"I want to be sure you agree you deserve this. Take off my belt and get on your knees to hand it to me and ask me to spank you."

I had resigned myself to be spanked but this added the humiliation of asking for it. I hesitated.

He stood there a moment then said, "Alright. I will take you home."

I knew if he did he would never be with me again.I decided I should get the punishment I deserved. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt to slip it out of the loops then handed it to him saying, "Please spank me I deserve it."

"On your butt?"

"Yes and my thighs until they are real red and you know it hurts by my crying."

My humiliation was not over. He told me to take off my dress and panties although they provided no protection then had me fold my arms on the back of the couch and rest my head on them.

I had never felt so naked and vulnerable. My boobs were hanging down and trembling and he pulled my legs apart so I knew he could see my pussy. I was sorry I had followed the other cheerleaders lead in having it waxed so no hair would show around the tights.

Then there was a whir followed by a sting and a "Slap!" To my surprise it didn't hurt bad. Then there were more but they still didn't hurt a lot and I was just aware of my boobs swinging as I flinched with each one and a growing tingle on my ass.

Then he got to my thighs and the belt looped around one then the other to cause a sharper sting to the tender inner thighs really close to my pussy. I found I was getting excited.

But then he said, "You aren't crying. I must not be hitting hard enough."

He started at the top again and now the sting was much worse but I seemed to have become used to it. I didn't begin to cry until terrible stings hit my thighs so close to my pussy it was vibrating.

Tears began flowing with gasps and sobs when he finally stopped to say, "Now for your forgiveness."

He slipped his big dick into my pussy! It was obvious the first part had excited me because I was so wet it slid in easily even though it was stretching my pussy lips.

He grabbed my boobs with both hands to pull me into him and my sobs quickly turned to moans of pleasure.

My experimentation with sex with my cousins and masturbation was nothing compared to this. I went from one orgasm to a greater ones until he grunted and pulled out to let me sink to my knees panting with my whole body pulsating.

I was so overcome I could only moan as he carried me to his bed. He took off his clothes and laid beside me while I was on my tummy feeling a not unpleasant tingling of my ass and thighs. He picked up a bottle of oil on his dresser and began caressing it on my red butt and thighs. It felt wonderful and even better when his oily hand began on my pussy. I got so excited I rolled him over on his back to direct his now hard again dick into me and began pumping until I got a wonderful climax just before his dick began softening inside me.

He grinned and said, "Does that mean you are not mad at me?"

"Oh no! I have never had an orgasm like that. I thought I may faint."

"At the couch or here?"

"Both but they were different. I was wild at the couch this lasted longer and was more loving."

"The spanking excited you didn't it?"

There was no use lying. My wet pussy had given me away. "Yes at first when you weren't hitting so hard but it really hurt towards the end."

"Yes I noticed you were crying but I was proud of you for being brave enough to take it without trying to get away."

I suddenly realized that had never occurred to me. I remembered that the pain seemed to give me satisfaction to relieve my guilt for enjoying the humiliation and the initial light stings.

I lied. "I couldn't do that. I deserved the pain to make you forgive me."

"It may happen again if you do not please me. Does that frighten you?"

"No. I love you and if I don't please you I should be punished."

"Good. I think I love you too. I want us to go steady and if we continue to feel this way I will want to marry you."

I was ecstatic. "Really! I thought you were going steady with Marcie. Won't she be mad?"

"Probably but she won't accept discipline for her errors the way I hope you will."

"I will! I will! If I don't do anything you desire I should be punished!"

"Keep in mind you always have that option. You can always choose punishment if I ask you to do something you really don't want to do."

"I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for you."

"Good. Would you like to have some more sex?"

"Oh yes. You are a wonderful lover."

"Then you will have to get me hard. Get on your knees and suck my cock."

The thought of it made me gag his dick was still sticky from being inside my pussy. I said, "I can't do that. I might throw up. Besides only whores do that. I am not a whore."

"Alright. Come with me."

He led me outside. I had never been naked out in the open before and there was a bright moon. Even though it wasn't likely if someone came I would be seen which frightened me. I decided I was being silly because he was naked too and it didn't seem to worry him.

He led me over to a big willow tree and said, "This time I think I will use a switch so I won't be limited to just your butt and thighs. Since this is your first time you may choose the switch."

It really seemed strange to have to pick something that may hurt worse than the belt. They were all long but I found a shorter one about three feet long that had a lot of leaves that would cushion it.

He broke it off then led me back to the house where he said, "You should be standing for this and it may be hard for you to stand still. I'll get some neckties to tie your wrists to the chandelier."

I didn't know why that should be necessary. Some of my girl fiends had said their moms had given them a switching and had not made a big deal over it.

While I waited for him I became frightened and also wondered if I really deserved to be punished for refusing a vile act I was sure none of my friends would consent to.

When he returned with four silk neckties I said, "I don't think it is fair to punish me. None of my friends would agree to suck your cock."

"Fine. I will take you home. It is good I found out early that you were lying about being obedient."

"No. I wasn't lying. I just hoped you might understand why I don't want to do it and let me have an alternative."

"We both know you would enjoy any alternative. Are you saying you will accept your punishment?"

I was in a quandary. I had begun to think sucking him might not be too bad but if I agreed to that now I would look cowardly.

I moaned, "I guess so." and held out my arms for him to tie on the neckties. They were a good choice. They were soft and I knew my wrists would not be cut as rope would. The chandelier was high and he had to get on a chair to pull my arms up tight to tie them. Even that was not enough. He dragged over a huge footstool and tied my legs to its legs to hold them tight and open.

When he was done he said, "The stretch makes your body beautiful. Look at yourself."

I looked into the wall mirror and he was right. My waist already tiny had shrunk even more to make my boobs and hips look bigger and my boobs had lifted to eliminate the crease at their bottoms.

While I admired myself only slightly embarrassed that my open legs had opened the slit of my pussy he began tearing the leaves and small branches off the switch.

It now looked much more menacing and when I heard a light whir then a sharp sting across my butt-cheeks I understood why I had to be tied. It seemed much worse than his belt and I was sure it would leave welts. I really tried to be brave only gasping at each lash but it seemed endless. He hit my back from mid-thigh to my shoulders until the whole area was stinging and hot.

I sighed in relief when he stopped but that was only so he could change sides to begin laying red stripes on the front of my thighs.

It seemed worse to actually see the angry red stripes slowly climbing up my thighs. I was glad my thighs protected my pussy.

The stripes started going up my tummy and I thought it would be over when he got to my breasts. He surely wouldn't hit them. But he did! Two stripes appeared below my nipples then a terrible one across both my sensitive nipples to make me scream and beg, "No more. I'll do it. I'll suck your dick!"

He grinned the said, "Just two more so you will really think twice before refusing me."

I screamed as he went from one side to the other to put two stripes diagonally across my pussy to make a red "X".

I was blubbering and sobbing as he untied me then I just slipped to my knees and directed his now hard dick into my mouth.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kept my pussy clean so there was no bad taste just a little salty like sucking on a salami.Really the only bad part was my feeling of being so slutty and slavish especially when I meekly followed his directions to roll my tongue around on his dick and to suck to make my cheeks go concave. I even followed his direction to stop and lick his balls so he could last longer.

Finally his dick jumped in my mouth and shot his slimy cum. I didn't know what to do with it. I certainly couldn't spit it out on their rug. He solved the dilemma by saying, "Swallow it and lick my dick clean."

That seemed especially demeaning since it was now soft and I had to pull it out to clean between the wrinkles.

"It just made it worse when he said, "That was good. My friends would be jealous to know you are such a good cocksucker."

It was bad enough that I had done it. I certainly didn't want anyone to know about it. "Oh I feel so slutty! Please don't tell anyone I did it."

"Really. I thought you had changed your mind. You accepted all your punishment and I was surprised you went down on me without my asking."

I really felt stupid. I had taken all that pain and had ended up doing what he wanted anyway. Worse if I had agreed right away I would have only had to suck him until he was hard enough to fuck me but now he was soft and began getting dressed saying it was time to take me home.

My only consolation was that the switch had made my nipples super sensitive to feel every movement of the satin and his suggestion to pull up my skirt to let my ass and thighs feel the soft leather of the car seat made me excited enough to take his hand and press it against my pussy. It felt wonderful and I slid forward on the seat and spread my legs so his finger could slide on my clit. I didn't even care when he said, "You are turning into quite the little slut." because orgasms were starting and continued to get stronger. When we were at my driveway I was panting and trembling so much I stopped on the sidewalk to calm down before I went in.

It was a good thing because Mom had waited up for me. Fortunately I had put the scarf back on to hide my striped breasts.

She said I looked flushed and said, "You must have been doing some heavy petting to look so excited. I know you like him a lot and I am afraid you may not be able to resist having sex with him. I know I could not resist your father. Just in case I am going to share my birth control pills with you until you can get your own."

I was really happy. I thought she would give me another of her lectures against sex. This seemed to prove she liked him too and was in effect approving our making love.

I went to bed so relieved I masturbated until I fell asleep.

In the morning I looked in the mirror expecting to see big blue stripes and was amazed that everything had faded except a few tiny bruises where the tip of the switch had dug in.

We had a date to do some shopping and whatever else I wanted to do. That was the start of a pattern. After I was punished he would always be especially nice to me. As instructed I dressed simply in a sweater and mini-skirt remembering to leave off my bra. At the last moment I decided to be especially daring for him and took off my panties.

He brought flowers for Mom which utterly charmed her and seemed pleased when he met me with a deep kiss.

At the car I remembered the sensuous feeling of the leather seats and pulled up my skirt to feel it on my bare butt without being told. He grinned pleased that I was enjoying the pleasure he had introduced to me. As I hoped his hand nestled in my crotch to keep me in a constant state of arousal.

He asked, "How do you feel after your switching?"

"I am amazed. I thought I would be covered with bruises but I only have a few tiny ones. See?"

I pulled my skirt up to my waist to show him the little bruises on the sides of my butt and one on the left lip of my pussy. He touched the one on my pussy and said, "That one must have stung."

"More than that. It was so close to my clit it was pure agony."

Well unless you do something horrendous your spankings or switching will never be worse."

That removed all doubt that there would be more unless I was totally submissive. I decided I should let him know they really hurt.

"I don't think spanking or switching is the right term. That sounds childish and doesn't really describe the way I suffered. I would call them whipping especially since I was hung up like the slave in my history book."

"Maybe you are right but to be authentic you should have a real whip."

That frightened me but at the same time I thought that would be better since I would be punished as an adult rather than a rebellious kid.

He took me to the nice store and bought me a beautiful silk blouse. To my surprise he did not ask me to be humiliated by trying it on in front of the clerk. He also bought me a beautiful big leather shoulder bag.

He took me to lunch at a fabulous restaurant. We sat at a booth in the corner that was upholstered in material that was like a deep pile rug. He felt the material then said, "This material should feel good on your bare butt."

When no-one was looking I lifted my full skirt and spread it around me. I gasped as I sunk back in to it to feel the long stiff threads sinking into my butt like sitting on a soft brush. It not only felt good on my butt. The long threads were also sticking my pussy. I became aroused. It not only felt good it seemed exciting to be enjoying it with all the people sitting around unaware of my excitement. I hurried through the meal so we could get back to his car to let his hand fondle my pussy.

At the car he said, "Do you know how to braid?"

"Of course, all girls know how to braid. Why?"

"I have an idea."

He drove us to a western store with saddles, bridles and western clothes and wandered aimlessly until he found a wall of long leather thongs. He picked out six about a half inch wide then six more about the size of leather boot strings but very long.

When we got out to the car he said, "Tonight I want you to braid the wider thongs to make a handle with loose thongs about two feet long then the smaller thongs tightly all the way to the end. That will give you two whips to let you feel grown-up and to remind you to be good."

It made me re-think our relationship. It seemed total submission to make whips I was sure would hurt and would inevitably be used on me but I rationalized that if they were it would be my own fault.

Then he said, "I am going to show you our dream house." I kissed him happy that this seemed to be a real commitment. No further mention was made of the thongs but I couldn't get my mind off them and took some out to lay them across my legs. They felt soft and perversely it excited me to imagine how they would feel hitting me. He grinned and said, "Do you think they will hurt?"

I quavered, "Yes but I don't think they will be as bad as the switch and I will feel more like a martyr rather than a stupid child."

He drove us out of town to a wooded area then up a long driveway to a beautiful house made of cedar and stone. He led me around the grounds saying, "I bought twenty acres and the house is right in the center to give us total privacy. Come around to the back."

There I saw he had dammed a creek to make a pretty pond with a sandy beach. I imagined being able to sunbathe nude. He said, "It took ten truckloads of sand to make the beach. Do you like it?"

"Oh yes it is beautiful."

"Good. It is nice and warm. Let's go for a swim."

He began taking off his clothes and I joined him. It was exciting to be naked out in the open even though it was very unlikely we might be seen. We swam for awhile then he began kissing me and his wet body against mine felt wonderful then he said, "Let's go to the house where we can be comfortable."

He led me into the house which was just as beautiful inside with a large rock fireplace and open beam ceiling. I realized the thick beams could be used to hang me but strangely the idea just added to my excitement and when we got to the bedroom with a huge bed I was already wet.

We made love for the rest of the day. On the bed, with me sitting on the kitchen counter and finally on a huge sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. He was a wonderful lover he knew all my secret places and could make it last a long time.

There was nothing to eat or drink in the house it wasn't even completely furnished and since we had worked up an appetite we drove back to town to go to another good restaurant.

On the way back he said that when he graduated from high school he was going to move into the house hopefully with me. He said I could help him pick out furniture which seemed like an even greater commitment although saying he "Hoped I would be with him." left some doubt. I dreamed of living there and having him make love to me and made up my mind to please him at any cost.

I squeezed the hand toying with my pussy and said, "I love you so much! You'll see that I will do anything to please you."

He reminded me that everything about him was not good when he said, "Good. Do a good job of making your whips."

"I will but you won't need them. I'll be good."

After dinner he took me home and said, "Ask your Mom if you can go up to the lake with my parents and me this weekend. She can call my folks if she has any questions."

I asked her but she had doubts about being with him for a whole weekend. I was a little embarrassed when she called his mom and asked if I would be an imposition as if I was a little girl they would be babysitting.

I worked hard on my whips even doing them over to get the braids really tight on the handle of the thong whip. My folks were asleep by then so I took off my clothes to stand in front of my mirror then took a deep breath and held it as I swung it in front of my body to let the ends hit my ass. It stung but not as much as I feared but somehow it didn't look finished. I trimmed the ends to form an arrow shape then hit myself again. That left little arrow shaped welts on my butt. It only stung a little bit more and I thought the marks would let him know it was hurting me.

On the other whip I braided the laces so tight it was stiff and trimmed the knot at the end to form a small ball. It seemed to stiff to bend around me so I braced myself and hit downward at the inside of my left thigh. It hurt more than I expected causing a little yelp and left a red line on my tender inner thigh with a round blotch where the knot had hit.

I dropped it on the floor and stared at it wondering if I could stand the pain of several lashes. I thought about it while rubbing the welt until I looked down to see the red had faded. I decided I had over-reacted. It couldn't be too bad for the red to go away so soon.

He had told me he wanted to see the whips so the next morning I folded them to put in the bag he had bought realizing he had chose that one to be big enough to hold them. Since I was going to school I put on the bra he had bought me that compressed my breasts to make a tight cleavage and put on some panties that was just string with a vee for my pussy I tied tightly around my hips. then put on a sweater and skirt full enough to pull up to let my bare butt cheeks rest on the seat.

He picked me up to take me to school and immediately asked if I had finished the whips. I pulled them out and he seemed pleased. He felt them as if they were pet snakes. We were in our driveway so long I was afraid my Mother would come out to see if there was something wrong. Just before I voiced that fear he gave them back to me and backed out.

At a stop sign he said, "You should make them soft with the oils from your skin." He took the skinny whip and pulled out the neck of my sweater to slide it down the tight slit between my breasts then into my panties so the knot was resting on my clitoris. Then he took the other whip and slid the handle under me so my butt cheeks and pussy lips were squeezing it then separated the thongs to wrap them tightly around my thighs. Finally he pulled my skirt down to hide everything. If anyone looked at me they wouldn't see anything unusual but when we started to move the sensations of the handle and the knot on my clit made me instantly excited.

By the time we got to school I was so excited I was panting and moaning right at that terrible, wonderful feeling just before orgasm.

When he parked I hugged and kissed him causing even more sensations and said, "To hell with school. Take me somewhere and fuck me. I need you terribly."

"No. This is test day. But hold that thought because after school we will go up to my house and fuck our brains out."

He removed the whips and put them in my bag. I really missed them. They were now instruments of pleasure rather than pain.

It was really hard to concentrate at school even though the whips were gone I could still seem to feel them. That and his promise of great sex kept me excited and made the day seem endless.

Finally the final bell rang and I ran to his car to wait for him. We left the parking lot but a little down the road he pulled into a deserted park and said, "Would you like to soften the whips?"

"Oh God. Yes!"

This time he did it differently. He undid the bows of my panties and took them off then slid the skinny whip into my cleavage and positioned the knot over my clit and began twiddling it until I was trembling and my pussy was super wet. Then he gently but firmly pushed and twisted the handle of the thong whip deep into my pussy. He used two of the thongs to wrap around my waist to tie them tightly to hold the knot on my clit then used the other thongs to wrap and tie around my thighs just touching my pussy lips. I think I could have reached climax just by sitting there and squirming but it was even better when he started driving swerving around curves, hitting potholes and making short stops with fast takeoffs at stop signs even that wasn't enough and I used my hands to move both whips.

By the time we reached the house I was having multiple climaxes.

He took my whips away then kissed me and told me to get out and take off my clothes. I walked to the house naked, hugging the whips that had given me so much pleasure.

I was disappointed he was still in his clothes and when we went in his attention was diverted from me as he said, "Oh good. They have delivered The couch and chair."

I saw a huge black leather couch and chair facing the fireplace. He went over and sat in the chair then said, "Shit. They forgot the footstool. Come over here."

He had me get on my hands and knees then rested his feet on my back. It seemed very humiliating to be treated as furniture and after a few minutes I reminded him. "You promised you would fuck me."

He took off his feet and pulled me between his legs to hug and kiss me saying, "I will fuck you and give you marvelous orgasms but you are getting greedy. I know you came from the whips. You love them don't you?"

"Oh yes. They were really exciting."

"How would you like to feel them hitting you?"

"But I haven't done anything wrong."

I know that. I just want to try them out. I want you to ask me to give you three lashes with each whip."

I didn't seem to have any choice. If I refused that would be disobedience which may carry a worse penalty. In spite of the unfairness I quickly rejected the third choice of refusing and telling him to take me home.

It seemed really perverse to ask for pain for no reason other than to satisfy his curiosity but I said softly, "Please give me three lashes with each whip. Will I be tied for them?"

"No you are taking them willingly. where do you think the lashes should hit?"

There were only three places of interestfor three lashes. I gulped nervously then said, "On my butt, my breasts, and even my pussy?"

He hugged and kissed me saying, "Very good. I am proud of you. I was afraid you would be cowardly and ask for them just on your butt."

Strangely I felt very proud of myself by showing my courage even though I may have asked for them just on my butt if it had occurred to me.

He had me rest my head on the back of the couch for the lashes to my butt. I heard a "whish" then felt a terrible sting covering both cheeks. I yelled and couldn't resist standing up to rub the stinging cheeks with my hands. He pushed my hands away then said, "That was a nice innovation shaping the tips. It leaves interesting diamond shaped welts. Only the left cheek is welted so I will change sides to let the right cheek feel the end of the other whip."

It was hard to get back into position and I heard nothing until a sharp "Crack" and simultaneous pain across both cheeks. I gripped the couch with my hands sobbing as he began feeling the welt saying, "This one must be worse than the first. It left a really nice welt with a darker one at the knot."

I sobbed, "It is terrible. Please don't use it again."

"You agreed. There will only be two more."

"Yes but they will be on very sensitive places."

"That will let you prove your courage. You aren't going to make me ashamed of your cowardice are you?"

I remembered how proud I had felt upon agreeing and decided to be brave if it killed me.

He said "For your breasts I simply want you to stand with your hands on your head and when you are ready take a deep breath to push them out for me."

I got into position then took a deep breath. Nothing happened so I pulled back my elbows to push them out more. I saw a blur then both boobs seemed to catch on fire. I looked down to see the single lash had completely reddened both boobs.

He looked at me quizzically. I guessed he expected me to beg but I had made up my mind to suffer in silence.

He went to my other side and I groaned as he slid the skinny whip across my boobs stopping when the knot was right on my nipple.

I again pushed out my tits for a really horrendous pain that brought tears to my eyes and sobs in spite of my resolve."

He hugged and kissed me again and stroked my stinging boobs and especially nipples until I had calmed down with the removal of pain.

Now it was time for the really scary part. He had me sit in the middle of the couch with my ass at the edge then lean back and grip the leather at the top of the backrest. Then he told me to open my legs saying "Wider, Wider" until my knees were touching the couch and I knew my slit had opened.

He stepped behind me then leaned over to drop the thongs of the whip between my legs then dragged them over my pussy stopping with the pointed ends resting on my pussy. I shuddered realizing he was judging the distance to make sure the ends would hit my open slit.

I saw a blur then my pussy erupted in pain. I screamed and began caressing it like a wounded bunny until the pain subsided.

He said, "Last one." and knelt by my knees. I shook my head sobbing and continued to caress it until he said, "Come on my brave girl. Open your legs."

I whimpered, "It will make me bleed."

"No. I won't make you bleed. Open them."

I worked up all my courage and slowly opened them wider and wider until again my knees were touching the couch.

He laid the skinny whip into my slit then began rubbing it up and down to make the knot rub on my clit. I felt ashamed this was making me excited and the suspense was killing me. I finally moaned, "Do it. Get it over with!"

Then he did an incredible thing. He just brought the whip back a little way then made the knot sting my clit lightly followed by tingling. He moved forward and began licking my engorged clit. The loss of fear made me instantly excited and he let his tongue flutter on it until I had a glorious orgasm.

He recognized the symptoms of my orgasm and got up to hold me I said, "Oh thank you! That felt wonderful."

"You were wonderful. I thought you should have something special for being so brave."

"I was, wasn't I? If someone had said a few months ago that I would have the courage to hold myself to be whipped I would have said they were crazy. It is because I love you. If I didn't I would have run away. I am glad I did it for you!"

"I love you because you are willing to prove your love but I should warn you that I will probably expect to prove it again. I may ask you to do things that may embarrass, humiliate or hurt you. Can you live with that?"

I didn't even have to think about it. The pain had only lasted for moments and he had more than made up for it.

"Oh yes! Pain and humiliation will let me prove my love."

"Good. We are going to dinner with my parents Wednesday. If Dad approves of you I will announce our engagement."

I was so excited I hugged and kissed him then said, "I am sure he will approve of me. I will prove I am an old-fashioned girl."

I suddenly remembered that he had given me a wonderful orgasm but he hadn't and slid down his body to open his pants to give him the best blow-job I could. When he came in my mouth I swallowed it and smiled at him happy I could get him so excited.

On the way home he told me that he had made an appointment for me at the beauty salon and had bought a dress for the occasion.

After school he gave me a dress box and dropped me off at the salon after checking with them to see when I would be done.

He had ordered the full treatment. I was given a bath, a full body massage, a facial, a manicure, a pedicure, a bikini wax that removed all of my pussy hair, a new hairdo and cosmetics. I had never been so pampered. When they were done I opened the box from Frederick's of Hollywood and took out the dress. It was white silk and just had two straps that only covered a little more than my nipples. Those were attached to a micro skirt. The waist was just above my butt crack and the hem was just below the round part of my butt. The girl that had been working on me said, "Wow! This must be a special occasion. That is the sexiest dress I have ever seen."

It was! It was almost sexier than if I had been naked. As I looked in the mirror noticing the pink shadow of my nipples I said, "Me too. Do you think it makes me look like a prostitute?"

"God no! It is much too expensive for that. It makes you look like a movie star."

That made me feel better especially since I had seen pictures in the tabloids of stars wearing things just as sexy.

As I walked with him to his car I noticed men staring at me and blushed, He said, "Why are you blushing?"

"The men are staring at me."

"They are staring because you are beautiful. Be proud."

When we got to the car I remembered to lift the skirt so my ass was resting on the leather then said, "Do you think your Dad will approve of my dress?"

"I know he will. Mom has one just like it only black."

They met us at the door and I was relieved to see his Mom was wearing her black version of my dress. She grinned and said, "We look like twins." then asked me if I would like to help her serve dinner.

When we were in the kitchen I said, "We really do look like twins especially since the hairdo and cosmetics make me look older. It is hard to believe you are old enough to be Ted's Mom."

She laughed and said, "I'm not. I am only twenty-three. I am his step-mother. He calls me Mom because he likes me more than his real mom. Phillip divorced her because she did not show the proper respect for him and Ted."

"Oh I know. They both like old-fashioned girls."

"That is a euphemism. What they like is a woman willing to be their slave. It is worth it though. I feel totally pampered. Phillip dresses me, bathes me, and caters to my every whim. In return he only wants total obedience."

"Oh I know. Ted treats me the same way and I love it."

"Really. Has he ever punished you for being naughty?"

I blushed and admitted, "Yes but I deserved it."

She smiled and hugged me saying, "I think you will fit right in to the family."

We started bringing in the food. It was really elaborate and I said, "This is beautiful. It must have taken you hours to prepare."

"Oh this was catered. I only cook little things. For big dinners we eat out or have them catered. The maid will clean up for us in the morning."

Dinner was uneventful. Phillip and Ted just discussed real estate deals that were in progress. I held back to make sure I was eating things in the proper order with the right utensil.

After dinner Ted and Phillip went to the living room to sit in big chairs by the fireplace while Jan, his Mom, led me over to the bar where she poured cognac into snifters for them and us.

He gave Phillip the glass then knelt by his leg where he stroked her hair and shoulders as if she was a big cat. I followed her lead to kneel by Ted. Then Ted said, "I would like to take this occasion to say we love each other and would like to be engaged to marry."

Phillip stared at me and I looked down self-consciously to make sure a strap was not exposing a nipple then he said, "She is lovely Ted. Is she an old-fashioned girl?"

I noticed Ted's respect when he said, "Yes Sir. She is totally obedient and is willing to be punished for infractions."

"Have you punished her?"

"Yes Sir. With my belt, a switch, and she has braided whips which she willingly allowed me to try out on her."

I was mortified. I had accepted the fact I would be punished but I didn't think anyone else would know.

"Very good. I think I would like to see more of her."

I was happy thinking he meant he wanted me to be around them more but Ted knew exactly what he meant.

"Certainly. Stand up Sherry and turn around slowly."

I did pushing out my chest to make the straps snug to hide as much of my breasts as possible.

When I faced them again Phillip said, "She moves gracefully. Can she dance?"

"No but she has rhythm from being a cheerleader. I plan to have her attend dance classes."

"Good idea. She can join your Mom to entertain us."

"I think so too. Her body is perfect. Sherry. Take off the dress."

I blushed and said, "I am embarrassed. I have only been naked in front of you."

Ted looked at me sternly and said, "Are you refusing me?"

I had no doubt he may punish me in front of them and said, "No. I just wanted your Dad to know I have never done this."

I slid off the straps then unsnapped the skirt to let it slide down my legs and stepped out of it. I stood there nervously holding my hands over my bald pussy until Ted said, "When you are nude you will leave your hands at your sides or behind your back and will open your legs. Your legs will only be close together when you are walking."

Somehow it seemed easier to put my hands behind me to grip them together. He had me turn again slowly and I had never felt so naked. I didn't even have the hair to hide my slit and everyone around me was fully dressed. As I continued to turn slowly trying to be as graceful as possible they talked about me as if I was some kind of prize animal commenting on my skin, muscle tone, my full rounded breasts, my small waist and round butt. I began to relax a little enjoying all the compliments but my humiliation was not over.

Ted said, "Go over to Dad so he can see how nice and firm you are."

I went over to him trembling for him to feel my tight tummy, and lift and squeeze my breasts giving me compliments as Ted explained I stayed in shape for cheerleading. Finally he squeezed my butt cheeks and said, "It is perfect. Just right for spanking."

I blushed anew as Ted said, "Yes and she doesn't mind being spanked. Sherry. Lay over his lap so he can give you a Birthday spanking. She is sixteen Dad."

That seemed really humiliating but I just said, "Do you want to?" in the vain hope he would say it was not necessary.

Instead he said, "It doesn't seem fair to give you a birthday spanking without a present."

He took a roll of bills out of his pocket and slid off a hundred dollar bill, folded it and suddenly shoved it into my pussy.

I blushed to my toes then he said, "Now you have your present. Lay over my legs."

I fought my impulse to run and laid over his legs with my butt up. He held on to my left breast with his left hand then I felt a sharp sting as his hand slapped on my buttcheek. I looked at Ted and Jan hoping for sympathy but realized I was just sexy entertainment. Ted was stroking his crotch and Jan looking excited had slid her hand into the waist of her skirt to fondle her pussy. He made it last a long time letting each sting subside before adding a new one. It didn't hurt bad and to my shame I felt myself becoming excited.

Finally it was over and he helped me up where I got back into position with my hands behind me and my legs open trembling and panting slightly while hoping they would not notice my pussy had become wet.

Then Phillip said, "Jan. Why don't you show Sherry how to dance."

She ran over to the stereo cabinet and put in a CD while Phillip led me over to a couch where I sat between Ted and Phillip.

She began a slow strip tease to the slow beat of the music and when she was naked Ted and Phillip lifted my legs to drape between theirs and they began fondling my breasts and pussy. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She had a lovely body and like me a bald pussy. She moved gracefully bending toward us to let her breasts swing to the music and then away to bend over with her legs apart to show her open slit. She continued dancing fondling her breasts and pussy until the song was nearly over then she got on her hands and knees and began crawling toward us dragging her nipples on the nap of the rug.

She crawled right up to my open legs and then to my embarrassment but delight put her mouth against my pussy sopping wet from the men's caresses and spread my pussy to begin licking the inner lips and my engorged clit until I went into orgasm helped by the little pinches on my nipples by the men then their lips on them to suck and nibble.

Just as my orgasms became stronger she stopped and began removing Phillip's clothes. I quickly joined her in removing Ted's then we all went to the floor to make glorious love.

When we were exhausted Jan got up and refilled our cognac glasses then we laid back against the couch and idly caressed each other until we had all calmed down.

The Ted said, "Sherry that was wonderful but I think you could get Dad and I excited enough to do it again. Jan gave you a nice present by licking your pussy. She should give you a birthday spanking."

I had been a little jealous of the men's engrossed attention of her dance. This would allow me to be the center of attention.

I said, "Spankings are childish and I am a woman. Should I get my whip?"

"Good for you. I was hoping you would show Dad you are willing to please us."

I went out to his car in the floodlit driveway actually hoping someone might see me and brought back my thong whip. I gave it to Jan then kneeled on the floor facing the men with my hands on my head and my breasts out with my legs spread widely.

Jan said curiously, "Shouldn't you be turned around?"

"No. My butt has been spanked. Do my front"

I was pleased when Phillip said, My God Ted, you have found an absolute jewel."

I think Jan was jealous because she stood over me and hit down hard to make my breasts jump, my tummy shudder,and my pussy lips squirm. It took a lot of willpower to hold position and not scream but they knew it hurt from the tears rolling down my face and my anguished gasps. Interestingly I was fascinated by watching Ted and Phillips cocks become longer and harder until they were throbbing like my breasts and pussy.

To my surprise when she finished Phillip fucked me while Ted fucked Jan. That was when it became plain I would be a slave to both of them.

Later we made love again after Jan and I sucked them to get them hard then we took showers and Ted took me home. My folks had already gone to bed so I waited until morning to tell them I was engaged.

Dad was happy for me but Mom thought I should wait until I had graduated since it was almost impossible to get a job without a high school education.

I laughed and said I would never have to work because Ted was rich but she still had misgivings. "What if the marriage doesn't work out. You will be awful committed to him since you won't be able to support yourself if you get a divorce."

I told her there was no possibility of that since we both loved everything about each other. I guess she was right though. Later on there were times I may have left him but I couldn't leave the lifestyle to work at a fast food restaurant.

That afternoon he took me shopping for my ring. As usual he picked it out and I was glad because I would not have had the nerve to ask for something so expensive.

Mom agreed he must be really committed to buy a ring that cost over two thousand dollars. We agreed to be married a week after his graduation in two months and I stayed in school only to finish drivers education so I could get my drivers license.

He had me give up cheerleading and I did it thinking that he was jealous and didn't want me to show off my body to everyone even though I missed the admiration. Later on I decided the real reason was so no-one would see whip marks on my body.

My folks resigned themselves to the fact that I would sometimes stay overnight with him only asking that I let them know so they wouldn't worry.

Phillip and Jan invited the folks over for dinner. I was glad to see Jan was conservatively dressed for the occasion. They were really impressed and Dad especially was happy when Philip let him invest in one of his deals that doubled his money.There were more deals and soon my Mom was happy when Dad was making enough money for her to quit the job she had always hated.

That changed them. Dad became more self-confident and began to ask Mom to be more attentive like Jan. She fell into the role easily and went shopping with Jan to begin wearing much sexier clothes. It became obvious that I had inherited her great body.

Ted enrolled me in a belly-dancing class and bought costumes. I showed him the new moves I had learned and he made suggestions to make them sexier. He was really pleased and was happy to make love to me and not punish me in any way. HE did continue to cause me some embarrassment in school by saying he was marrying me because he had found the ideal slave girl. He seemed to check their reaction to see who thought that was great and who seemed sorry for me. We spent time after school shopping for furniture for our house. I was really anxious to move into it permanently.

Just before school was out my girl friends gave me a bridal shower. Most of my presents were sexy nighties or underwear I enjoyed modelling for him. He decided to have a bachelor party at our house.

I said that I would miss him during the party since I had become used to having at least one orgasm every night.

He said, "You won't miss anything. You will be the entertainment. Why do you think I had you take dancing lessons?"

"Oh I thought it was just for your entertainment. Do you think I am good enough for an audience?"

"You had better be. If they aren't pleased you will be punished."

That scared me. I was afraid he may punish me in front of them and practiced very hard. He decided I should do the dance of seven veils so I practiced removing them gracefully to finish in my tiny jeweled bra and panties near the end of the long song.

The night of his party I thought he may have changed his mind about my performing because he had me dress in a sweater and mini-skirt so I was covered from my neck almost to my knees and let me wear a bra and full panties. We met his guests as they came to the door and I was disappointed that none of the boys brought dates.

As soon as they came in Ted had me get them drinks until the tenth boy came in and Ted said the gang is all here.

After the second round I realized the performance was still on when Ted had the guys arranged the chairs in a semi-circle facing the center of the room.

He had a preliminary before my dance. I guess he wanted to show my submissiveness because he announced, "Guys. My bride to be is not only beautiful but she knows her place as my slave."

He had me get on my hands and knees then he snapped a dog leash around my neck. Then he placed a silver tray on my back and placed glasses of booze on it. He said, "She has learned to be very graceful. If she spills your drink you can give her five spanks with this."

I looked up to see he was holding a willow switch. They cheered! I made up my mind to be very careful to cheat them of the satisfaction their excited looks seemed to demand. I moved slowly and gracefully toward the semi-circle prompting Ted to say, "Isn't she fantastic. She moves like a big cat." They agreed and I heard them say I was beautiful in awed voices that made me feel proud in spite of the humiliation I should have felt from being led around that way. I served the first four drinks with no spills and followed his lead back to get more. On the second set he fooled me. I assumed he had put four more glasses on my tray and when the fourth was served I turned quickly to go back for more and felt a fifth glass spill on the tray to wet my back. Ted said, "Dick. You get first shot." Ted had me put my head and breasts down to the floor. Dick swatted my upturned ass with delays in between so he could savor them. My skirt protected my ass some so it didn't hurt badly but it was awful humiliating especially since they all seemed to enjoy my gasps and flinches.

I served the last of them with no problem then Ted had me pose in front of them kneeling while I waited for someone else to need a drink. It didn't take long. They began to drink fast and I was serving again. After I served the first five with no incident they decided to cheat. As I crawled by they began first by tickling my sides but when Ted did not object they began fondling my boobs and butt as I went by. I managed to remain graceful even for that but then someone goosed me and I jumped to spill three drinks.

"Ted said, I guess she didn't learn anything from the first spanking. Tom, Harry and Mike have the honors."

I whimpered, "It isn't fair. Someone goosed me."

Ted said, "That is a protest. It has made it worse for you."

At that he flipped my skirt up over my back and I knew my white almost transparent panties would be no protection at all.

I whimpered but again let my breasts down to the floor to bring up my butt. My only consolation was one of the boys saying, "Jesus. She is brave. This is going to hurt. I know! My Dad used a switch on my bare butt." and that they didn't hit me as hard as they could have. After the fifteen my butt was stinging like crazy but I received more consolation when one of the boys exclaimed, "She is awesome. She never tried to get out of position!"

I guess Ted decided I had enough. At least he had proven all his guests had enjoyed my pain. He helped me up and took off my leash to tell me to go put on my costume and wait for him to announce me. As I walked away I heard him say, "If you think she was graceful serving drinks wait until you see her dance. She is the most beautiful sexy girl you have ever seen."

That made me feel really proud to have him say that in front of everyone. I felt really special.

I dressed as fast as I could. Too fast really. Ted was making sure everyone had a full glass and I had to wait peering through the crack of the door becoming more nervous by the second.

Finally he announced, "Here she is guys. The act of the century. She has promised to please you."

He started my music and I began moving gracefully rolling my tummy and shaking my hips and breasts to make the little bells ring and after a few turns took off the first veil. They didn't seem to understand the beauty of belly-dancing. They acted as if I was a stripper yelling. "Yeah baby. Take it off." and others shouted "Show us some skin."

They kept getting louder and more excited as veil after veil came off with me just out of their reach until the veils were gone. At that point I was trained to just dance in the skimpy bra and panties until the song was over but they continued to yell "Take it off." Then I heard Ted yell, "Make them happy baby."

That showed he approved and I took off the top to make my boobs bob and weave to the music but soon they were yelling "Take it off again."

I still don't know why I refused to take off the panties. It would have been humiliating to show my totally bald slit but I must have known refusal would cause punishment.

I continued to dance with them on until the music ended. Rather than the applause I expected there was a concerted groan from the audience.

Ted came to me to face them and said, "She didn't please you and she knew she would be punished if she didn't. Sherry. Go get your whip."

I began whimpering but slowly walked to our bedroom to take my whip off the hook on the wall so I could be constantly reminded to be good. I stalled as long as I could but then walked out hugging my whip to my breasts.to hear a cheer just as I noticed Ted had bought something new. Two ropes with padded leather cuffs were hanging menacing from a ceiling beam and two other ropes led over to the opposite walls where boys were screwing hooks into the walls.

Ted took my whip and jammed it into my panties to let it hang obscenely between my legs then held out my hands for two boys to buckle the cuffs on my wrists while two other boys put them on my ankles.

Then they pulled up my arms until I was on tiptoes. I felt my toes drag on the floor as my legs were pulled apart so far I felt a strain at my inner thighs.

He took out the whip to hand it to one of the guys then unsnapped the little panties to pull them off. I felt utterly stupid. If I had taken them off I would have avoided punishment and also could have kept my legs together. Now I was spread so wide I was sure they could see clear inside me.

Ted leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You look beautiful. I am so proud of you. Now say loudly, 'Punish me. I deserve it."

I was so mad at myself I stared at them defiantly and yelled,"Punish me! I deserve it!"

Ted said, "She cheated all of you so each of you can give her five lashes. I will deliver the coup de grace."

If any of the boys still sitting needed reassurance that certainly provided it. They all jumped up to form a line behind the boy with the whip.

There must be something fantastically appealing about a naked girl stretched that way. None of them could resist first fondling my body before lashing me. Stimulation of my body seemed to go on for hours. With pleasant caresses followed by stings then more caresses to allow the stings to be replaced by excitement. The first couple of boys just stung my butt and the back of my thighs but then the third boy used his last lash to sting the front of my thighs and my pubic mound. when I only made a tiny yelp followed by moans as he caressed the red band across my groin they seemed encouraged and from then on two or more of the lashes would hit the front of my body. They continued to redden any white area on my back and front until one of them experimentally stung my breasts.He stopped for a second looking amazed since my only reaction was to moan, "Ohhh." followed by deep breaths that made my boobs heave. He finished with one more across my nipples that brought a sharp, "Ah!" The next boy fondled my heaving breasts then put all five of his lashes on the front of my body from my groin to my nipples. Incredibly this only created intense excitement. As it went on I began having orgasms calmed by caresses only to return with the next series of lashes until finally Ted was standing in front of me. He hit harder than any of the other boys with two lashes to the outside of my breasts to make them slap together then three up from the floor directly on my wet gaping pussy. I had an orgasm that made me scream and my whole body tremble with my tummy pulsating as they stared at my red body covered with a sheen of perspiration until I calmed.

Ted began removing my wrist cuffs as two other boys scrambled to take off my ankle cuffs. I looped my arms around his neck and rubbed my tingling body against him as he said, "The show is over. Go home guys."

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom to rekindle my orgasms by fucking me until I dropped into sleep.

I woke up a few hours later to bright light and realized he had not bothered to turn off the lights. I caressed my body under the down comforter recalling my excitement of the ordeal. I couldn't understand how the experience could have excited me so much and got up to look at myself in the mirror. I was amazed to see that all the redness had faded to a healthy pink glow. Now I understood. Although it had seemed terrible at first it was obvious no-one had hit me very hard even Ted's lashes had not left a bruise and I rationalized that any girl would have become excited to so much stimulation. That relieved my fear of being perverted and I went back to bed to continue my sleep ignoring the fact that most girls would have not agreed to dance naked and would have been terrified by simply being stretched out for the whipping.

We both slept late but I woke up first to pull off the down comforter to look at his nude body breathing deeply. I began fondling his penis amused that it began waking up before he did.

He woke smiling and I kissed and licked the head of his engorged prick. He said, "God. You are insatiable." and pulled me over to straddle him to sink his dick deeply inside me.

I pumped furiously until I collapsed on him in orgasm as he grunted with his release then slid my sweating body around on his.

He said, "I am sorry I put you through that ordeal but most of the guys didn't believe you loved me enough to be my slave. They know now and they are dying with jealousy."

I confessed, "I must be crazy. The whole thing became incredibly exciting to me. Could you tell that I was having orgasms?"

"No. It looked like a reaction to pain but I suspected it. You aren't crazy. Any girl would become aroused by all that stimulation but only you had the courage to allow it. I love you so much!"

I kissed him happy that he had bolstered my rationalization and said, "They should be jealous. None of them could make a girl love them the way I do you."

We went to the last day of school. I was nervous about seeing the boys that had been at the party but it was all positive. They all greeted me enthusiastically and confirmed what Ted had said by saying they were really jealous of him and would give anything to have a girl like me.

Unfortunately the boys had not kept their mouths shut and a group of my girl-friends gathered around me in the bathroom. to say I must have been totally drunk or crazy. I told them I had promised Ted to please them with my dance and had agreed to be punished if I didn't then said, "It didn't hurt much. See?" I pulled up my skirt revealing my g-string panties to show there were no marks. They seemed relieved and some of them gushed that it must have been terribly exciting. That convinced me that they would have also done it if they had my incentive and spent the rest of the day feeling proud when someone said I was awesome.

I noted the girls that seemed excited by it and told their boyfriends that they should find an excuse to see if they would agree to a spanking or even a whipping warning them not to hit hard the first time.

We went shopping for my wedding gown and I was relieved when he chose one that had a low neckline but was not overly sexy.

The wedding was magnificent. His parents spared no expense and to my delight their present to me was a cute red sport car.

The honeymoon was fantastic too. We went on a barefoot cruise in the caribbean with everyone close to our age and many also on honeymoon. To my surprise but delight everyone swam and sunbathed nude. I loved the feel of the warm water and sun on my skin. Ted made me proud by saying I had the best body of all the girls.

We checked out the nightlife on all the islands since the bars didn't seem interested in checking I.D.'s.

One bar was advertising a wet T-shirt contest. I was glad when one of the other girls suggested we enter because it was a large bar and I was thrilled at the idea of performing in front of all those people. There were twenty of us plus local girls so the owner said there would only be one round so we should do our best since we only had one chance. We drew numbers out of a hat and I was disappointed to be last thinking the audience may be jaded and bored by the time I got my chance.

It turned out to be more than just wet t-shirts. The first couple of girls just danced after their shirts and shorts were soaked to show their veiled nipples but then the third took her shirt off completely and then the fourth took off both her t- shirt and shorts to show the shadowy outline of her pussy hair under her white panties. After that they all removed shirt and shorts and the announcer squirted on more water to make the panties as transparent as possible.

Rather than becoming jaded the audience seemed increasingly enthusiastic. At cries of "Take them off." the girls began to pull their panties into the cracks of their butts. Then when even that didn't satisfy the audience girls began pulling the fronts of their panties down to flash their pussies. The girl before me after pulling her panties into the crack of her ass pulled up the front to make it sink into her pussy then jerked on her panties in time with the music to make the lips squirm.

Finally it was my turn. I thought I may have a good chance of winning since many of the girls moved clumsily. I got a nice slow long song that let me move gracefully while I slid off my t-shirt and then my shorts. As I danced in just my tiny panties they began to chant, "Take it off." I remembered the bachelor party and leaned over to touch my hands to the floor then let my legs spread and slide out from under me until I was lying flat. I rolled over and did a back bend with just my head and feet on the floor and pulled the snaps at the sides to slide off the panties. The applause was deafening. I remembered how sexy Jan looked and began crawling around the edge of the stage dragging my nipples with my legs open.

I won! Two other girls of our party placed second and third.

When I got back to the table with my hundred dollar prize and a little silver loving cup one of the girls said, "You won by cheating. You heard the man say we were supposed to keep our panties on so he would not have trouble with the law." I protested I had not heard that but one of the girls said, "Yes you did you naughty girl. You were standing next to him." I really hadn't since I was concentrating on how I should dance but before I could protest further one of the other girls said, "You should be spanked naughty girl." To my chagrin Ted said, "Yes she should. She should be ashamed of showing off her pussy to those horny men."

The girls squealed excitedly yelling, "Yes!" and "Right on."

One of the girls said, She should go through the gauntlet like I had to in my sorority initiation." That brought more cheers then another girl said excitedly, "I saw paddles at the curio shop." We all left to troop down there while I asked the sorority girl, "What is the gauntlet?"

She laughed and said, "You crawl between everyone's legs and as you go through your butt is spanked. Your buns will be red for days."

I gulped at the thought of crawling between forty crotches while my butt was stung.

I was relieved to see the paddles were just light ones made of quarter inch plywood with cute saying painted on them. There was only twelve paddles and they bought them all saying the people at the end of the line could bring them forward.

They were all giggling and excited but I felt only dread. Having my butt beaten with forty spanks could not possibly be exciting as the whip had been. I had nothing to look forward to but pain.

I appealed to Ann, the girl who told me about the gauntlet. "You aren't serious about this are you? Forty spanks even with those little paddles will be terrible."

"Oh don't be a wimp. I took hundreds of them during "Hell week" You don't want to look like a coward do you?"

I was glad Ted was up in front because I knew he would be ashamed I was hoping for mercy.

I said defiantly, "No. I am not a coward. You will see."

"Good because you will get more than forty. No-one can crawl fast enough to only get one."

I said defiantly, "I may set a new track record."

When we got to the boat they lined up with their legs apart and I got on my hands and knees but then Ann said, "Wait. When I crawled the gauntlet I was only wearing panties. She won't even feel these little paddles on her jeans."

I cringed when Ted said, "You are right. She should be naked. After all that is the way she was to earn this."

They all looked at me expectantly. I sobbed then got up and took off my shirt and my cut-off jeans. They still stared so I reluctantly slid off my panties even though they would provide no protection and got back down on my knees. Even this wasn't enough. Ann said, "She told me she was going to set a track record to speed through to lessen the spanks. I have an idea that will slow her down."

She ran down to their cabin and when she returned it was obvious she and her husband was into bondage. She was carrying a set of handcuffs and a pipe with leather cuffs on the ends.

She put on the handcuffs with a very short chain between them then buckled one cuff just above my knee then pulled my legs apart to buckle on the other side. When she was done I was like a tripod. The ones without paddles spread out to watch me crawl to the first set of spread legs. It was very awkward. I had to stretch forward to set my hands on the floor then swing my legs forward one at a time causing my hanging breasts to sway.

I finally made it to the first man and felt a sharp sting then three more before I could get past him, I tried to move faster but the next girl was still able to give me three and now my whole butt was stinging. Then I didn't pace myself right. At the next girl I had to stretch out my arms to move while my upper body was between her legs. This made my pelvis tip forward to make my pussy vulnerable and she took advantage of it to hit my open pussy. It really stung bad and I paused in shock which allowed her to hit each butt-cheek twice.

It continued with my butt stinging more and more then getting hot with an occasional sting on my snatch until about the twentieth set of legs. When I laid flat with my head at his feet and panted, "I have to rest." It was true. The effort of moving forward as handicapped as I was and the pain had exhausted me.

Ann said, "Yeah. She needs a break. Besides we don't want her butt to get numb."

I regretted having to stop as I realized she was right. My buns were getting numb. The last spanks hadn't hurt nearly as much as the first even though the loud "Slap!" of the paddle made it plain that I was being hit hard.

She brought me a drink that I drank thirstily even though it was mostly whiskey. Then she began caressing my butt. I was sure was glowing red. The numbness went away to be followed by a pleasant tingling.

I had another drink then she said, "Are you ready to continue?"

I moaned, "I guess so."

Ted made me feel good by saying, "That's my brave girl."

The drinks and the rest helped. I began crawling as fast as I could only concerned with speed and uncaring when I had to stretch out my arms while under someone to feel the sharp sting on my pussy. By the end I was crying with my butt seeming to be on fire. Two men picked me up then held me by my arms as they dipped my butt in the cool water. The heat and stings went away instantly and I was a little ashamed I had cried. They held me that way for awhile to enjoy the water whirling around my tingling clit exposed by my open legs.

When they saw I was calm they lifted me out and took off my cuffs. Ted carried me down to our bed and fucked me doggie style. I was being spanked again but now by the front of his hips which added to the excitement of his dick buried in me up to his balls.

The next morning my butt was still a little red and I went up on deck naked to remind them how brave I had been.

Ann waved me over to hand me a Maitai. then caressed my butt- cheeks. She said, "It doesn't hurt anymore does it?"

"No, but it really hurt last night."

"Yes I know. You are really amazing. Why didn't you just tell us to fuck off. You could have you know."

I said honestly, "It didn't occur to me. Everyone thought I deserved to be punished and I guess I believed so too."

"Then if you thought you deserved it you would allow it again?"

"Yes I suppose so."

"It was kind of exciting wasn't it? I know the first time I was spanked at the sorority I was excited by being naked and helpless while feeling the stings."

"I guess a little but it would be better not to have them all fall on the same place and spankings seem childish. I would rather be whipped all over."

"I agree. My husband whips me. Does your husband whip you?"

"Only when I have been bad."

"Oh. Sometime you should volunteer to be whipped for no reason. It is more exciting for both of you."

That seemed a little perverted to me but then I remembered volunteering to try out the whips and how excited I became even though at the time I thought it was my duty.

From then on I was very popular. They obviously enjoyed the entertainment I had provided for them. One girl said gratefully, "You made my husband so horny he fucked me three times. He has never done that before. The bad news is now he wants to spank me."

"As long as he isn't mad at you let him. He won't hit hard and you may find it exciting."

That night we heard "Slaps!" and a bunch of us gathered around their door hearing slaps and moans through the louvered door. Then bed springs squeaking and more moans and little squeals.

The next morning she stopped me to say excitedly, "You were right. I let him spank me and it was exciting. Especially for him. He couldn't get enough of me. The poor thing is exhausted. He is still sleeping."

"I know. We all know. We were in the hall listening."

She blushed but then said, "I don't care. It was worth it."

On the way back to home port I was taking my turn fishing. There was only four fishing rods since anymore could get the lines entangled so we had to take turns. I was just holding it in one hand while I sipped a drink with the other when a big fish took the hook and jerked it out of my hand. Ted was standing beside me and said, "Great. Now I have to buy the rod and reel. That will cost you when we get home."

I suddenly remembered an old movie I had seen where a man had been tied to the mast and whipped. At the time I had averted my eyes but now it seemed exciting to be whipped in front of a lot of people.

"I said with a tremor of excitement, "No. I have cheated everyone. by losing the rod they may not get a turn to fish. You should tie me to the mast and whip me to let them know I am sorry and deserve to be punished."

Ted seemed surprised then yelled, "Hey everybody. Sherry is sorry she lost the rod and you may not get your turn. She says I should whip her in front of you. Would that make up for the lost rod?"

There was a loud "Yes!" and he sent me to the cabin to get my whip. When I returned there was a loud cheer as they saw me hugging my whip. I went to Ted who had picked up a beach towel to tie around my wrists and then to the mast above my head. I decided I should work up to the greater pain on my front so I faced the mast. Ted made sure they understood this was my idea because he said loudly, "How many lashes do you deserve."

I decided to test my limits and yelled, "Eighty. Two for everyone."

Ted yelled, "Keep track gang."

I thought I had made a bad mistake when the first lash hit the lower crease of my butt causing a terrific sting as They yelled "One" but then the next on my round butt-cheeks didn't seem as bad. He kept hitting up my back and then back down as they chorused the count then at forty he moved closer so the tips came around my butt to sting my pussy. My excitement leaped and I turned around to hear a loud cheer. Then one came across my pubic mound to make me shudder in excitement. He continued slowly up my stomach as the count became louder then there was a cheer as my boobs flattened under the lash and my orgasms started.

He gave them two more then started back down. At that point something snapped in my mind and the pain was replaced by pare exciting stimulation. I watched the crowd and was made more excited by the effect I was having on them. They were yelling constantly and everyone was being groped with several fucking doggy style so they could see my ordeal.

There was an even louder cheer as I felt the whip below my belly-button and opened my legs to feel the stings on my tender inner thighs and pussy. From then on he just hit my breasts and pussy alternatively as my orgasms became explosive. When I heard a loud, "Eighty"

I moaned, "One more." and exploded in the ultimate orgasm when the whip came up directly into my pussy stinging and sliding against my clitoris.

I just hung there heaving with deep breaths and pulsating. I felt liquid running into my slit and looked down to see if I was bleeding but it was just my sweat and tears that seemed to make my red skin glow in the bright sunlight. I felt like some kind of sex goddess. Everyone had lost all their inhibitions and were fucking their brains out.

To my surprise as we were leaving the ship the captain said, "I videotaped your whipping. I'll send you a copy." That meant he was keeping his copy and may share it with others but I didn't care. I hoped the whole world would see how brave I had been.

The tape arrived about a week after we got back. It was even hard for me to believe that anyone could take all that without screaming or begging for release. We would watch it about once a week. We never tired of it and it was a fantastic aphrodisiac.

The thursday after we got back Ted said that this was the guys and his regular poker night. He said I would just be bored and suggested I call a girlfriend and go to a movie.

I said, "I know how to play poker. Let me stay and play too."

"No. This is serious poker. We play at a ten dollar limit with three raises and you don't have any money."

"Yes I do. I still have the hundred dollars your Dad gave me."

"That may not go far if you don't know what you are doing. We play to midnight so the losers can't beg to keep playing all night. I think you will slow down the game. If you insist on playing you will play to midnight but I am not going to finance you. If you lose the hundred you will be playing for first your clothes and then whiplashes at a dollar per lash."

The thought of being whipped again by his friends only excited me and I said, "That is fair. I am good at poker. When I win I will get to buy you something."

"Okay but remember I am agreeing under protest and we won't be easy on you and you can't quit until midnight."

I agreed sure that I would win to surprise him. I almost always won at penny ante poker we played at family gatherings.

When six of his friends arrived they groaned when he said I was playing until he explained the risk I was taking. At that they agreed with enthusiasm.

We played "Texas Hold-em" It was a simple game. Everybody put out a five dollar ante then we were dealt two cards face down that were our "Hole" cards then three cards were dealt face-up which were used by everybody. Then the player to the left of the dealer would either bet or throw away their hole cards. It was different than the penny-ante game where everyone stayed in until the end.

On the first hand I had two nines in the hole and the cards dealt up were an Ace, King and nine. I had three nines! a player bet five dollars and when it came to me I called and raised ten. They looked at me curiously and just called. The next card was a ten and a different player raised. I raised again. The last card was a nine. again five was bet and I raised it by ten disappointed no one else raised me. I turned over my cards to drag in the pot giggling ignoring their moans as one said "Shit. She caught a miracle card." He turned over his hole cards to show two aces and another turned his card to show a straight. They grumbled "Shit she was beat in two places until she caught that one."

I ignored them thinking they were just poor losers. It seemed like I could do nothing wrong. I continued to win.

I am sure they were surprised and disappointed when I won at first. I gloated over my stacks of chips totalling over three hundred and began thinking about what I could buy for Ted.

But then my luck went bad. I played a nine and deuce of hearts to have a four card flush and on the last card another heart came. One guy bet ten another raised and I re-raised only to find they also had flushes bigger than mine.

It continued with me calling to the end only to be disappointed by not getting the card I needed or worse getting a card that gave me the second best hand. My chips began to dwindle with a few wins to encourage me but they seemed to know what I had and when I hit my card they would fold leaving me with a small pot.

Then I was dealt an Ace and six of spades and when the cards were put up I had an Ace high flush. This time I didn't raise to keep them in the game and was happy that another guy did.

On the next card there was a pair on the board which should have worried me but I raised again to be called. On the last card I pushed out my last twenty dollars and triumphantly turned over my Ace high flush only to see two full houses.

Ted put a stack of red chips in front of me saying they were worth ten dollars saying at the end I could buy back my red chips if I won. I began playing more conservatively now that the risk was higher, My stack represented a hundred lashes. Now my luck went the other way. I would throw away my hand only to groan when the last card would have given me the best hand. Even when I had the best I feared the worse and only called to win a small pot.

I eventually lost my stack and was given another. I lost it too but then I thought they would never actually give me two hundred lashes and began gambling again. I began to win again! I won two hands in a row but then Ted looked at his watch and said, "Last hand." I got three aces which could not be beat and bet heavily to pull in a nice pot and begged them to play a little longer but Ted said, "You knew the rules."

I bought back my red chips from the three big winners then they all cashed in and began to count my red chips. The big winners agreed to sell some of my chips to guys that didn't have any saying, "Hell my arm will be sore if I give her all these myself."

They separated my chips in stacks of ten and I was horrified to see I had lost two hundred and twenty. The worse part was that I had forced myself in the game. If I hadn't been so anxious to win I could have enjoyed myself at a movie. I definitely deserved anything that happened to me resolving not to be stupid enough to ever play again.

As agreed the biggest winner gave me a chip and I got up to take off my clothes to stand there nervously.

One of the winners asked, "How should we tie her?"

Ted said, "That's up to you. Ten bucks to tie her in any position, or to hold the pose of your choice for each set of ten."

That seemed to give me a break I would only get half the lashes.

One of the guys said, "Great. I know how I want her to switch her butt. I am going to pick out a switch. Two others followed him out the door.

That scared me and I whined, "I thought you would just use the thong whip." Ted said, "The whip or paddle is their choice. I'll go easy on you with mine."

That was not much consolation he only had about twenty red chips.

The boys came in and Dick said, "Let's start by redding up that cute round ass." I was relieved because that was least sensitive and I hoped it may bring on some excitement.

He dropped two red chips on the table and went to get ropes and the pipe Ted had made after seeing the one on the boat.

I found just being tied would be an ordeal. They had me bend over until my shoulders were touching my legs. Thankfully I was very flexible from cheerleading and my dance lessons.

They tied my biceps to my legs and ran a rope around my back and through my legs until was so far under I could see my pussy pooching out from between my legs through my cleavage. Then Dick said, "Lets fix it so she can see what's happening. He left for a moment then came back with some big paper clamps with strings attached. He snapped them on my nipples then used them to pull my breasts to the side to open my cleavage. Finally they spread my legs to buckle on the pipe. I was very unstable and Dick said I would have to be held so I wouldn't fall over.

If they had done nothing else it would have been torture enough. My legs were already starting to ache and the pinch and pull on my nipples stretched as far as they would go caused a deep ache.

I saw legs to my right and then a searing sting fell across my butt cheeks to make me yelp. He kept hitting them moving down slowly until there was a really nasty one just above my pussy. I realized in horror that the next if he continued down would cross the lips of my pushed out pussy.

I screamed when I saw the switch dig into my pussy lips to make them jump as agonizing pain seemed to crawl inside me. He put his last one in the same place to bring another scream.

They held me in position while one of them caressed my stinging pussy commenting on the red stripes that had been caused.

My sobs subsided then another boy said, "That position is fine for me." I groaned realizing that I would not get half the lashes since I would only be paid for new positions.

He hit alternate inner thighs at a rapid pace to set all of them on fire then finished with an uppercut to each pussy lip.

I began to cry hysterically and they began untying me then let me lie on the floor shuddering with sobs.I realized this whole session would be nothing but torture since the terrible pain followed by delays would never let me work up excitement.

Someone gave me a drink and I gulped it down. It seemed to help, then Ted said, "Let me show you how brave she is." I was glad he was taking his turn since he had said he would go easy.

He had me get on my knees then told me to lift the underside of my breasts with my palms. Then he left to come back with my skinny whip. "I moaned, "Please. No." but he ignored me and brought down the whip. I saw it bury itself in my breasts as deep pain coursed through my body. I released them to caress the nasty red welt until he said, "I am ready." I sobbed and moved my hands back under them this time leaving them there as lash after lash made them burn and throb. I found I was gripping them tightly until they were so hard the whip bounced off rather than sinking in. He said, "Let go." I thought he was done but he hit across both nipples to make them disappear only to pop back out hardened by the stimulation.

They applauded my performance then let me recover while they huddled to discuss other things to do to me. The break and a drink let me calm down but fear remained since I knew the rest would not be any easier. As I laid there caressing my stinging pussy and boobs I knew they would be stinging even more and considered running to our bedroom to lock myself in but I was afraid that would cause our marriage to be called off and the pain I had already suffered would be for nothing. Then I became angry at myself since this was all my fault and made up my mind that I deserved the worse they could do to me.

They seemed to like the idea of my showing my courage by being untied. Another boy dropped in two chips then told me to lie on my back and push up my pussy. He kept saying higher until my head was way below my pussy then brought the switch down hard on my left pussy lip.I screamed and dropped back to the floor caressing the sting until he said push it up again. I worked up my courage and did it again only to feel the terrible sting to my right pussy lip. I collapsed again only to have to raise up again. That time I managed to stay up for the fourth. But the fifth that went into my slit to cause terrible pain to my clit was too much. I collapsed holding my pussy and moaned. I can't do it anymore. He said, "Too bad. That means I will have to tie you upside down and start over."

The thought of that pain being wasted was too much. I cried, "No. I'll do it but please hit faster and get it over with."

I lifted up again and managed to hold myself up as my pussy exploded in pain from five quick lashes with the last on my clit.

I collapsed sobbing and again they gave me a drink and let me recover. I said, "I can't do this anymore. Please tie me."

"One of them said in awe, "Jesus I thought she would beg us to quit but she only wants to be tied." I felt good when another said, "She really has guts" and the others agreed.

Then Sam said to Ted, "I liked the way she made her tits hard by gripping her tits for you. I know how to make them really hard."

He left coming back with some twine. He made a slipknot and slipped them over my breasts and tightened the loop then began wrapping them tightly around the base of my breasts moving forward until they felt and looked like cantaloupes. He said he wanted to have me be very still so he could make nice even stripes so they tied me to the beam support in the middle of the room wrapping rope around my tummy and arms so tightly I could barely breathe. My tits began to throb from the pressure and turned maroon colored. He put ten stripes on my boobs to cover all of them from the top to the base with a final one across my nipples.

I bawled constantly as they released me to allow me to take deep breaths and again I was given a drink. Normally after drinking that many strong drinks I would have been drunk but they just seemed to help calm me although the stinging of my boobs and pussy remained.

Then one of the guys said, "Jesus. She has me horny. I would give a chip for a blow-job."

The humiliation would be nothing compared to the pain. I looked at ted and said, "Would that be alright?"

"He said, "That is up to you."

I quickly agreed and blew all of them saving myself sixty lashes although it was terribly humiliating to crawl to them and get on my knees to beg them to let me suck them for a chip while they stood around making comments and suggestions to stop sucking to lick their balls to hold off ejaculation as long as possible.Even worse some of them jerked their dicks out of my mouth to shoot cum over my face laughing as I frantically wiped it off. I felt like the lowest whore but even that was better than more pain.

At the last one Ted said, "There only six chips left."

My pain had finally turned to just throbs. Having the pain start again terrified me. I cupped my poor maroon pussy swollen so much my slit was just a tight line and cried "Please don't hit me anymore with those nasty switches."

I was grateful to the boy that said, "Maybe we should give her a break. Her tits and pussy are maroon and swollen and there is even a little blood."

Ted said, "She still owes sixty. She won't mind if we use the thong whip. Will you Sherry?"

The thong whip would be easy after the switches and I might even become excited enough to ignore the pain.

I said gratefully, "Oh yes. Especially if you will give them all continuously."

The boy still had doubts so Ted said to me, "Prove to them you won't mind. Tie yourself."

I walked to the cuffs hanging ominously from the ceiling but then I thought I would definitely prove my courage and walked to the wall where Ted had bolted on padded manacles that snapped shut when your wrists or ankles were pushed into them.

I turned to face them defiantly panting with excitement and spread my legs widely to push them into the manacles gasping at the loud "Click" when they snapped shut. Then I stretched to push in my wrists.

I stared at them enjoying the awed looks on their faces and a comment, "Jesus. She is willing to take all of them on her front."

The boy who had been reluctant said, "I don't want to give her all of these." and shared his chips with the others.

Ted said, "She wants them continuously so be ready for your turn. Let her brace herself with a three count between lashes."

I loved that. If there was any chance I might convert the pain to excitement that would provide the chance.

James came over to me and looked at me expectantly. I realized he was waiting for some sort of signal and said softly, "Please whip me."

My fondest hopes were realized. He hit me only hard enough to cause a bearable sting on my less sensitive tummy and thighs that I was able to bear with only small gasps at the stings.

The next one followed his example and excitement continued to build. My lack of screams or protests encouraged the next to hit harder and finish with one to my breasts and one to my pussy but by then I was so excited the greater pain just brought me close to orgasm. The next one stared at my pulsating, panting body just on the dge of orgasm then hit my breasts then down my tummy to finish with an uppercut to my pussy that hrew me into orgasm. The others continued that way until I was straining to push out my pussy for the pain. I reached a monster orgasm at the end that pushed me into unconsciousness.

I woke up the next morning alone in our bed. I got up to look in the mirror and saw that my body was crisscrossed with skinny purple welts from the switches. My breasts and pussy was almost solidly black and blue but the swelling had gone down.I felt proud considering them proof of my courage then went out to find Ted.

Curiously he was sleeping on the couch. I took off his blanket then pushed down his shorts to kiss his soft dick then began kissing a trail up his stomach. When I nibbled at his neck he woke up and I snuggled against him and started to kiss his lips but he said harshly, "Don't kiss my mouth. I know where your mouth has been."

I was deeply hurt realizing he was talking about the blow- jobs I had given and whimpered, "You said it was alright to suck them."

"No I didn't. I said it was up to you. I hoped you would prefer the whip to the humiliation of sucking those sweaty dicks but you were just a ten dollar whore."

That wasn't fair. It wasn't ten dollars it was ten bad lashes and I had been at the end of my endurance but I still felt ashamed. I remembered that as I was begging them to let me suck them I was thinking I should have the courage to accept the punishment I deserved. I hung my head and mumbled, "I am sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

"Not by whipping obviously. That just gives you orgasms."

"Not with the switches! That was pure torture. It only became exciting when they used the thong whip."

"I am not sure of that. Your pussy was so wet it splattered juice when it was hit."

That didn't seem possible but then I remembered taking off my clothes while hearing nice comments about my body and anticipation of feeling my thong whip had me very excited.

I told him that but he said he didn't want to discuss it any further. He didn't talk to me all morning although I tried to demonstrate my submissiveness by following him around on my hands and knees to kneel when he stopped with my hands behind my back to look at him imploringly.

I gave up at lunch when he preferred making a sandwich rather than letting me cook him something. I decided I would go outside to stop reminding him of my failure. I planned to put on some shorts and a halter but the waistband rubbed against some welts. I was browsing for something else when he came in to say he was going to look at some property and that I should stay home and think about what I had done.

I still wanted to go outside since seeing cuffs and manacles just reminded me of the whipping and the fact that not being hurt had actually made me enjoy sucking them.

All my clothes fit tightly because that is the way he liked them so I gave up and just slipped on some tennis shoes and went out naked.

It was a nice day and I enjoyed the sun and warm breezes caressing my body while I explored. It was fun. I saw some squirrels and chipmunks and found a lovely place for a picnic.

I found an old shack that must have been there before the house was built. I looked through the abandoned junk on the bench and near the walls and found a length of barbed wire fence. curiously I stretched it between my hands and pressed it into my breasts. They were soft enough to let the barbs sink in without puncturing the skin but as I saw my skin fold around it I realized this could be my salvation. If I asked him to whip me with this he would know that the pain would be too great to ever bring excitement and it might leave scars to remind me not to ever have sex with anyone but him.

I still had hours to kill so I looked around some more and found a file with a wood handle. I used the old vise to pound out the file then I slid the wire into it. It was perfect, A barb kept it from slipping further into the handle and the two wires at the end bent over to keep it from falling out.

The wire was about three feet long. As an experiment I hit it as hard as I could against the wood wall. It frightened me! The barbs dug out little chunks of wood. I threw it on the bench and left. I couldn't get it out of my mind though and began to rationalize that the test had meant nothing since my skin would give while the wood hadn't. I couldn't think of anything that would provide that degree of atonement so I went back and got it to take to the house. It was all rusty so I spent the rest of the afternoon shining it with a pad used to clean pots and pans.

Somehow it seemed fitting for me to prepare an instrument to torture me. I pictured myself hung with blood dripping off my body and for some reason the thought provided satisfaction rather than fear.

I heard the front door open and rushed out of the kitchen to drop on my hands and knees to crawl over to him to hug his legs as I babbled, "I found it! I found something that will make you forgive me and to let me forgive myself. Come to the kitchen."

I got up and ran to it impatiently waiting for him to catch up. When he walked through the door I handed him the wire and babbled, "Look at it! You know that will hurt way too much to excite me. It may even leave scars to remind me never to have sex with anyone but you."

He seemed incredulous, "I can't even imagine how bad this will hurt and I don't think I want you to be scarred. I had decided I may be satisfied by long term pain from having paper clamps on your nipples and pussy for the rest of the night."

I must have been crazy. He was giving me a way out but I shook my head and said, "That won't hurt enough to let me forgive myself. It might not scar. See?"

I took it from him and grabbed the handle and wire to press it into my breasts at the nipples until it had nearly gone out of sight then removed it to reveal red bumps where the barbs had dug in but no blood.

He took it from me and said, "Pressing is not the same as hitting. I don't want your breasts and pussy damaged but it may be used on your butt. How many do you think you deserve?"

God that made me happy. Although I felt I deserved to be beaten bloody until I lost consciousness just making this offer had satisfied him enough to let me set the amount.

"How about six. No twelve two for every dick I sucked."

"That will cover your entire ass."

"Good. I hope I won't be able to sit without pain for a week just to remind me to be good but I won't be able to see the scars on my butt and I want to be reminded of my cowardice everyday when I look in the mirror. I think I want two of them across my breasts just below and above the nipples and two to my pussy diagonally to make an "X". I am afraid I won't be able to stay still. You will have to tie me."

I knew I was forgiven already by his pleasure in tying me. He hung me from the ceiling with my legs apart but left enough slack for me to push my butt back for the ones to it and forward for the ones to my pussy.

He experimentally slapped my ass with his hand saying, "This is going to make your buns sore for quite awhile."

"Good. That will remind me whenever I sit down."

He left me there trembling in fear as I realized I would have to take my punishment bravely. If I screamed too much he may quit and neither of us would be satisfied that I had truly paid my debt. He returned with a pan with a towel soaking in it."

"He said, "This is salt water. If the skin is broken this will keep it from being infected."

He held the wire against my butt to take aim then I made an agonized squeal as indescribable pain crossed my ass cheeks. The next was so bad it took my breath away so I could only gasp and moan as stripes crawled down my ass that was stinging, burning and throbbing.

He moved to my right side to do my front. My courage had nearly reached the limit so I clenched my teeth to avoid screaming.

There was indescribable pain acroos both boobs. Thankfully he quickly made the next stripe right away to get it over with.

He brought the wire down from the top of my hip bone to the bttom of my slit.there was terrible pain with a tearing sensation as the barbs ripped out pieces of flesh.

He moved to my other side but just stood there until I realized I had pushed my butt back and tried to get my thighs together. It took all my courage to push my pussy forward. He grinned and made the second stripe as bad as the first.

When he stopped I felt liquid running down my thighs and knew it had to be blood.

He slapped the saltwater towel on my ass to bring on an agonized scream. It felt like he had poured gas on my ass and set it on fire. Then my boobs and pussy caught fire. I stood there sobbing so hard my body was pulsating while he untied me. I fell to my side sobbing as he dabbed at my butt with the fire until he said, "Okay. The blood is stopped."

I forced myself up to go to our bedroom to inspect my butt in our three-way mirror. I guess I expected to see hamburger. I was almost disappointed to see eight dark red lines already turning purple and gobs of tiny scabs where the barbs had dug in. My boobs had two purple lines with red scabs but the X on my pussy was stillooozing blood since the wire must have jerked to make larger holes. Perversely even this did not seem enough. My only consolation was that it had been too bad to let me become excited.

I went back to him and kneel to say, "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes but I want you to hang this whip on the wall to remind you not to do it again."

I ran over to the wall to hang it up and then paused to look at it proud I had demanded it even though the result had not been as bad as I feared.

I went back to him and felt wonderful when he kissed me sticking his tongue in my mouth. Then he led me into the bedroom and laid on his back to have me straddle his face to lick me into orgasm. I was so grateful I moved back to let his penis sink into me and pumped uncaring of the pain when my sore ass hit his legs.

The next morning the stripes had run together to make my whole ass purple and very sensitive. I couldn't stand to sit on it at all even to go to the toilet for two days but it was worth it to be so completely forgiven.

I had slept in awakened when I turned over on my back. Even the soft bed hurt my butt.

I got up and walked into the dining room to see him sipping coffee and reading a magazine. I looked over his shoulder to see it was full of pictures of naked women tied in various uncomfortable poses. I giggled and said, "Now I know where you get your ideas."

"Actually I just bought this yesterday but there is something interesting in it."

He flipped through the pages until he found a woman in different poses against what looked like a fish net only bigger rope. Along with the fish net ropes came off of it in the middle and ends. The series showed how the woman could be held vertically upright, head down, head down with her butt up and supported by the net with legs open or in severe backbends with the ropes in the middle supporting her lower back while the other ropes were pulled down to the floor.

"Don't you think that is wild. You could be moved from one position to the other without being untied."

"Yes there would only be a short delay going from one to another position. Look. There are ropes going around her upper arms, below her breasts and around her open thighs so she can't move at all. It must be exciting to be so naked and helpless."

"I am glad you like it but the bastards don't say where it can be purchased."

I took a closer look and said, "It doesn't look too complicated. A good book on macrame should show how to do it."

"Great. Here's a hundred dollars buy the book and material. I have to go to Seattle to look at some property. I'll be back tonight."

I only had to buy a lot of rope and a book that included nets. I found the book first then noticed a book on how to play "Texas Holdem". Then I went to the hardware store and perversely bought quarter inch hemp rope that had a lot of stickery strands in it. I thought it would feel like lying on a million needles. The clerk said, "Are you sure you want this. You will have to wear gloves until it is broken in to keep from sticking your hands. We have some nice polypropalene rope that is smooth and won't rot in the weather."

That convinced me, I said "This will be fine but I will get some thin leather gloves since I will be braiding it for a macrame project. Oh yes. I'll need a dozen hooks to screw into wood."

I hurried home and measured myself from my neck to my ankles and to my sides to my up and outstretched wrists. I laid out the rope on the dining room table and began knotting at the corner of each square. It was easy. I was done in a couple of hours then I used his power drill to drill holes in the wood ceiling to screw in the hooks. then I laid out the net under them and climbed on a little ladder to loop rope over the hooks. Finally I pulled them up evenly so it looked like a hammock with a rope at each corner and two fairly close together on each side of the center. I checked it against the magazine and it was the same. I decided to try it out and climbed into it and stretched out my hands and ankles to the corner ropes. It was wild! I felt like hundreds of flexible needles were poking my skin. I began rolling from side to side until I became so excited I reached behind me and began pushing the rope into my pussy as I dragged my nipples over the stickers until I had a great orgasm.

Then I took it down and took it out to the lawn to wet it down so the knots would tighten as it dried.

He was not due home for hours so I began reading the book on "Holdem." As soon as I started reading it I realized why I had lost. It said never to call a bet unless the card you were looking for would most likely win as staying in and hitting the card that gave you the smallest straight or flush was very expensive. Boy I knew that. I had fallen into that trap several times. It also said it was very important to study the other players to look for "Tells." This was little mannerisms that indicated if they still needed a card and were calling hoping for the best, and also when they knew they had the best hand or were bluffing. I had just concentrated on my hand praying my card would come. I had not watched them at all." There were several other tips I laughed at the one that said you should never play with "Scared Money" this was money you couldn't afford to lose and may make you take desperate stupid chances to win. I had been playing with scared money all night.

I read the book twice and highlighted warnings and especially good advice.

Just before dark Ted opened the door and said, "Is that the bondage device out on the lawn."

I ran over to kiss him rubbing my nipples on his rough wool coat and said, "Yes. According to the instructions I soaked it in water so when it dried the knots would shrink and tighten. It will be ready tomorrow."

"Damn. I was hoping we could try it out."

"What for silly. I haven't done anything to be punished."

He laughed and I joined him since we both knew by now that whipping was not punishment to me anymore.

Then I said, "It will be better when my butt isn't so sore. Go out and feel it."

He went out and came back to say, "It is full of stickers. Couldn't you find smoother rope."

"I wanted it that way. If I am on it will be to be punished. This way I will get pain on both sides."

He hugged me saying, "God I am so lucky to have you!"

That made me feel great. It seemed my willingness to accept pain was making me irreplaceable. That was good since I had signed a pre-nuptial agreement stating that if he divorced me I would get $40,000 but If I divorced him I would only get Ten thousand. I knew by then that $40,000.00 was not a great deal to him. He kept more than that in his checking account. I also knew that the sports car he had bought me was not really mine. It was registered under his company's name for tax reasons. If I divorced him I would only have ten thousand and my clothes. My married friends had told me they could barely exist on twenty thousand per year which meant I could only finance a year.

If that wasn't enough incentive to stay with them there was my parents. My Dad was making more money in the joint ventures with Ted's dad than he had ever seen before and Mom had already become used to her better lifestyle. I knew they would not be sympathetic. Once Mom had asked me how Ted and I were getting along and I admitted he had switched me for not being obedient.I guess I expected her to feel sorry for me but she said, "Good for him. You are still young and need to be kept in line. Your Dad spanked me too when we were first married to make it plain who was boss."

No further mention was made of the net I had made to make me think he may want to demonstrate it on the next poker session.

On Thursday to my surprise he said, "I don't think you should play. The guys were meaner than I expected and may get worse. I don't want you to be hurt bad."

I hugged him gratefully, happy that he had not enjoyed my suffering the last time.

That didn't mean I would not have some humiliation. He thought it would be fun for me to be their topless barmaid and made me a costume. It wasn't much. He just glued a piece of cloth to string that was tied around my waist then trimmed it until it was only a little wider than my slit.

They loved the costume and couldn't resist groping me. When the first one squeezed my butt I looked worriedly at Ted but he just grinned and said, "It's okay."

I was kind of glad since I enjoyed the attention but I moved away soon to make Ted believe I was not enjoying it.

I watched them play attentively. I began to see what the book was talking about. Some of the players only played if they had an Ace in the hole with another card of the same suit, Others only played cards that were paired or would let them make high straights or flushes. A couple had been like me playing any two cards hoping for the best when the three cards came down.

Sam wanted more and said, "Isn't Sherry going to play? She has kept my dick hard. I could use a blow-job."

It made me mad to automatically assume I would lose and be willing to trade lashes for blow-jobs. I enjoyed his disappointment when Ted said, "You assholes are too mean. I don't want her to play."

Actually the pain thery caused was nothing next to the pain I had caused myself by coming up with the barbed wire whip. I was disappointed that no-one asked about the little jagged scars on my butt and breasts from the barbs so I could tell them I had been so ashamed about blowing them I had insisted Ted whip me with barbed wire just to enjoy their amazement at my courage.

They began to bargain first offering not to tie me so I could hide my tender areas and finally to choose my position and only use the thong whip. That removed all my fear of being badly hurt.

I said, "Ted, please let me play. I read a book on "Holdem" I think I can win now."

Ted frowned and said, "I thought we agreed you wouldn't play. What changed your mind?"

I assumed he was thinking that I would only be excited by the thong whip which was true but I honestly wanted to win.

"I think I can win. I have been watching and I know now I shouldn't play every hand."

He still looked doubtful so I said, "If I lose you can use your new toy."

Someone asked, "What is the new toy?"

Ted got up to show them the magazine then got the net so they could feel the rope of stickers.

Sam said excitedly, "Jesus Ted. Please let her play."

Ted said to me, "If you lose you will get all the lashes on this tied the way we want and your red chips will be spread out equally so every one can have a turn. If it comes out unequally we will add lashes to make it equal."

He was giving me a break. That meant I didn't have to worry that the meanest ones may win the most. I gulped and said determinedly, "I will win."

Ted said, "Okay. You are starting with red chips."

The guys cheered and high fived making me even more determined to win to remove the smirks from their faces.

Ted and I really did well. I only played good cards.I knew he was the best player and dropped out when he raised gratified to see the card I would have needed did not fall. I knew now when a player was bluffing and called or raised to win big pots. By nine o'clock Ted and I had huge piles of chips while the others grumbled. Then Sam said, I'm busted. Sherry, you have won big.Loan me a hundred."

He had caused me the most pain.I grinned at him and said, "Sure. I'll loan you my red chips. I would love to see you on that net."

He said, "No way."

I called him a wimp hoping the others may shame him into it but evidentally I was the only one interested in seeing him whipped because Dick loaned him a hundred. It still made me proud to know I was more courageous than this big football player.

That hundred changed his luck and mine. On the next hand I had an ace high flush which I bet to the max only to have the board pair at the end to give him a full house.

He yelled, "Hey I am on a rush!"

It continued that way with me getting great hands only to be beaten by the last "Miracle" card. Once I could hardly believe him. I had two aces in the hole and when the cards came down there was an ace and two deuces to make me an unbeatable hand. To my delight he raised my bet. I re-raised and a jack came down not changing anything and I bet again to be raised. The last card was a deuce but I was sure he would not be there with a deuce in the hole so I bet only to be raised. I thought he must have a Jack high full house and raised again to have him call and jump up to yell and high-five Dick as he turned over a jack and deuce to make four deuces.

I was pissed and said, "You are an idiot. I had you beat all the way!" but he just laughed and said, "Hell I can't lose."

He did stop raising me though and I learned not to re-raise on the last card.but then when he hit the last card he would say, "It was such a cheap draw I had to call."

Finally I won just as I was very close to playing red chips and I thought his "Rush" was over.

It was and he began losing again but then Dick became lucky. I had an Ace and king of hearts in the hole on the "Flop" a black king and a jack and ten of hearts fell. If a queen of hearts came I would have an unbeatable royal flush. Dick opened and I raised to have two other players call and Dick looked at me thoughtfully and just called.the next card was a black ten. Now I had two pair with a chance at a full house or the best flush. on the last card a three of hearts came down. Dick bet Sam raised and I guessed correctly that he had hit a flush lower than mine. I re-raised now using red chips only to groan as Dick turned over a pair of jacks to show a full house.

From then on they became leery of me and only called or dropped out when I had winning hands to give me small pots or to let themselves draw cheaply to beat me on the last card.

At midnight I had lost eleven chips for a hundred and ten lashes They added two lashes so they could all have sixteen.

I said to Ted. "I don't know what went wrong. I played good. I shouldn't have lost."

"You bought the wrong book. It should have told you to back off when someone is on a rush."

"But my hand was always the best when I bet it."

"Unless your hand is unbeatable on the flop. You can never be sure you have a winner until the last card comes. Even then you can be fooled by idiots hanging in there with low pairs. Didn't you notice I was in very few hands?"

I had but just assumed he had bad cards.

Ted said, "This will be bad. The guys know they can hit hard with the thong whip without cutting you. I hope you learn not to set yourself up for whipping again."

I shuddered realizing even the thong whip would be terrible on my breasts and pussy and knew they would be favorite targets. He just reminded me I had begged to play to get this. I said, "I have already learned. From now on I will be whipped only when you want me to be."

While we talked the other guys rushed over to lay the net out on the floor and put the ropes over the hooks.

Then Dick and Sam led me over to the net where Sam grabbed my loincloth and ripped it off driving the string into my butt.

I gingerly laid on my back feeling the little stickers digging in my butt and back then they stretched out my arms and legs to tie them to the corner ropes.

They pulled up the ropes at my wrist to stand me up as my body moved against the net to drive stickers into new areas. Then they tortured me by pressing the ropes into my back and butt as they decided if that was to be a good starting position as they studied the magazine. The anticipation was killing me.

They decided it was at least for the first sixteen and two boys unhooked the ropes near the center of the net while two other boys pulled the net and me tight to tie my ankles to the floor.

the boys at my sides held on to the middle ropes to keep the net tight against my ass. Then there was a sharp sting across my stomach below my belly-button followed immediately with gobs of pin sticks as the boys jerked the ropes to pull the net into my ass. From then on the boys at the sides would jerk on the ropes in time to make my body lurch forward to meet the whip. Amazingly the double pain just brought on fantastic excitement. I was in orgasm by the time he finished and was glad for the break as Ted held a glass of whiskey for me to sip because I was sure that if they had continued my orgasms would have become so strong I would have passed out and I didn't want to miss anything.

Then Sam said, "I want you to see the toy I made."

He left and then came back to show us how he had drilled holes into a thick piece of leather to lace over the strings of his oversize tennis racquet.

That scared me bit I resigned myself to it and was waiting for them to turn me around when I felt a terrible sting with needles on my ass. I lurched forward with a squeal.

Ted said, ""That gives me an idea."

He stepped in front of me and dropped his pants to shove his dick into my pussy. I was a little ashamed it was wet enough to let his big dick slide in easily.

Then Ted said, "Go."

The terrific "Slap! on my ass drove me into Ted to make another slap as our bodies collided and his dick went in so deep I was sure it had forced itself into my cervix. Towards the end we were both yelling, "Faster!" and when the stings stopped I continued to dig in my toes to lurch forward until Ted's soft dick slid out of me.

Then Dick suggested they let me loose for a break and to check out the effect on my body. They helped me over to the couch for me to lie on my belly sipping a drink while they caressed my ass seemingly awed as they agreed it was the wildest thing they had ever seen. I was dying of curiosity so when I had calmed down I got up to go to our bedroom to look in the mirror. My butt was really stinging and when I saw it I understood. My butt and upper thighs were covered with red squares with even redder edges where the rope had dug in. It wasn't bleeding but the edges looked like whisker burns and I knew they would be visible for days.

When I returned Ted said, "Face the net. We decided to put squares on your front."

I whined, "Oh no! That paddle will ruin my boobs and it will knock the wind out of me."

Sam said, "No. Just the thong whip like we promised. I appreciate the exception to try out my paddle."

I felt stupid. I had forgotten the agreement. I could have said "No" to the paddle and probably would have if I had remembered.

I faced the net and was tied to it again with the boys holding it tight against my stomach and boobs to torture me by sliding it slightly back and forth to bring new stickers into play.

Then Ted said, "It is a shame to waste that great ass. Let's cut cards to see who gets to butt-fuck her while she is being whipped.

I didn't want that! Four of the boys had dicks as big as Ted's and his had made my ass bleed which left scabs that were really irritating.

I yelled, "No. Just whip me."

Ted said, "How about trading her an ass-fucking for a turn. Since Sam and Bob have already whipped her they will be out of the competition. High card gets to butt-fuck her and loses his turn. Four boys agreed but only if Ted dropped out too since he had already fucked me.

Ted said, "Is that alright with you, Sherry?"

"No. You will think I am a coward."

"No. I want this so you will know I own you and can give you away if I want to."

With Sam and Ted out my odds on getting a small dick was better and now he couldn't say I was a whore.

I said, "Alright. If that is what you want."

Dick won and I was happy. He had a long skinny dick that wouldn't tear me up. He was even nice enough to smear vaseline on it before he put it in.

John began whipping me concentrating on my crotch but it wasn't bad since the rope squares kept most of the thongs from going into my slit. John must have decided he wasn't hurting me because he moved to my breasts to hit my nipples poking through the squares. It really hurt and I squirmed and fought the ropes which only scratched me and made Dick say, "Keep that up! She is moving like crazy." He made up for that cruelty by bringing his hands around me to sink his fingers into my pussy and kept them there even though the whip hit his hands a few times. Someone yelled "Sixteen!" but my orgasms were just starting and Dick was still hard, I screamed, "No! Don't stop."

Tom grabbed the whip and continued hitting me as I squirmed against the stickers until I had a monster orgasm that kept giving me after shocks even after Dick had pulled out.

I was so exhausted they had to hold me up as they untied me then carried me to the couch to lie face up to enjoy the caresses of hands full of the salve Ted was giving them. The pain left almost instantly to be replaced with a wonderful warm feeling as hands caressed my boobs, tummy, and pussy all at the same time.

I guess Ted became bored by it or jealous of their hands on me since he said, "Lets get this over with. We still have thirty- two. How should we do them."

He wasn't asking me but I said, "Whatever it is I want all thirty-two at once. I am exhausted and want to get it over with too."

They went into a huddle, giggling occasionally, Then Ted came back to say Mike and Joe agree to hit you at the same time to get it over fast but we only have one thong whip. Should one of them use a switch or your snake whip?"

I whined, "Oh god. They are both terrible. I guess the snake whip but only on my back parts."

They agreed and I went over to the net that was now on the floor. I asked if I should lie on it but Ted said, "No. It will be in our way."

I was glad and went to the center of the room to hold out my hands and spread my legs for the cuffs. To my surprise they didn't tighten me. My elbows were at eye level.

Then they dragged the net under me and took the center ropes to lift it up between my legs to let the stickery rope slide into the crack of my ass and my slit. Somebody jerked the rope to make needles hit my clit and asshole. I desperately pulled myself up by my arms to let it slide out but could only hold there for a short time. They watched me curiously until My arms cramped and I slowly let myself down on it again only to have the snake whip sting my ass which made me jerk forward to drag needles on my clit. I screamed just as the thong whip came down to bury the tips into my pussy to make me lurch back to feel the needles. As another lash hit my ass with the knot going into my ass-crack I desperately lifted myself but someone just tightened the rope and now I had to hold myself up still having the needles drag against my clit and ass-hole with each lash to keep all my weight from resting on the rope. It was awful and yet just before the end something snapped and it suddenly didn't hurt anymore. I let myself down to stand on tip-toes numbly feeling the rope seeming to saw me in two.

When they released me they saw the rope was wet with my blood and Ted told me to kneel in front of the couch with my head on the seat while they put salve on my pussy and ass-hole. It never did hurt. The numbness on the rope was just replaced by the numbing of the salve. They caressed me a long time. Even my boobs which had not been hit while they commented on my bravery.

My pussy and ass-hole had scabs on them for a few days. To get even I used that as an excuse to keep him from fucking me. I enjoyed his growing horniness only slightly allayed by blow-jobs.

He was nice to me all week bringing home presents and being sweet. At the next poker game we agreed I would not play and that gave me more revenge as there was no excuse for the boys to whip me. I missed the whipping though and the next day I told Ted I was well and he should whip me for depriving him. He knew I wanted it and only stung me enough to start orgasms before fucking me.

The next week he said we were going to dinner at his folks and he was getting me a new dress Jan had designed and made.

It was hardly a dress. More like a costume. He held up a satin strap and a skirt that was just strips of satin kind of like a grass skirt only less modest.

I put on the skirt and found every step bared my legs to the waist and it was so short my pussy was only covered when I was standing straight. He said he would help me with the top. He looped the strap around my neck then turned over the end to show a small alligator clamp had been sewed in. When he let it close on my nipple I squealed. It felt like I had been bitten. He said, "You'll get used to it."

I did kind of but it felt like little animals were biting me with sharper bites when he hit bumps to make my tits move.

We walked into the house with me walking very smoothly to keep my boobs from bobbing to avoid sharper bites.

We went into the living room and I was embarrassed to see my folks were there but then I noticed Jan and Mom were wearing costumes identical to mine.

Ted said he would get us a drink and I walked gracefully over to where Mom was kneeling by Dad's leg while he caressed her hair. The skirt strips had slipped between her legs and toward her butt to show her legs clear to her waist and I saw the clips were lifting her breasts to eliminate the crease below them just like mine.

I said, "God Mom. Is it really you. You always dressed so modestly. You even wore one piece bathing suits with ruffles."

"I know I was but this is the way Ben likes me and he is the boss. I could never have a better husband. Besides it makes me feel really sensual. I never knew how good it felt to go without panties or bra until Jan convinced me. You must like it too."

"God Yes! I feel horny constantly."

"Me too but Ben makes sure I get satisfied."

We are one big happy family now. Mom likes whipping too. The men have us play games with the loser being whipped. We cheat like crazy trying to lose.

THE END