I met him as a blind-date. My girlfriend told me her cousin was visiting and she needed a date for him. She said he was good-looking and nice but I assumed she was lying since most blind-dates turned out to be dorks.

I was flabbergasted when I saw him. He was gorgeous! He was also polite, very attentive and obviously rich because he insisted on paying for our dinner and movie that cost him over a hundred dollars.

Best of all he liked me! He complimented almost everything about me. When I walked he said I was very graceful and asked if I had dance training. I was glad To tell him I had ballet and acrobatic dance training when I was younger and happy Mom had forced me into it since it seemed to be paying off. He also liked my hair and said I must be an athlete with such a nice body. Actually I had inherited it from my mother but I lied and said I did aerobics.

The one thing he did not mention was my clothes. His were obviously expensive. He was wearing black leather jeans made of some very soft leather with a matching sport coat and a white silk shirt. I was just wearing a scoop neck blouse and skirt from K-Mart. My girlfriend Barbara was wearing a black leather skirt and spandex tube top that was very sexy. By that time we had returned to her house since her folks had left for the weekend. She made some punch using a bottle of vodka and fruit drinks. It tasted mild but after a few I relaxed.

She took every opportunity to get up to get us drinks or change tapes so we could see her butt cheeks and breasts moving under her clothes.

I giggled nervously and suggested that he probably should be with her since their clothes matched.

He was very nice saying, "You look alright. Clothes that sexy may embarress you."

I was hurt. Saying my clothes were alright was hardly a compliment and he was implying I was a prude.

"Oh no. I like to look sexy it is just that leather skirts are so expensive."

"Any clothes can be sexy if they are worn right. Stand up and I will show you."

I wanted to be sexy for him. I stood in front of him and he pulled down the top of my blouse and my bra straps until the top of my bra showed. Then he tucked in the top of my bra. The backs of his fingers were rubbing on my bare breasts very close to my nipples. If it had been any other boy I would have slapped him but he was not leering and seemed to be sincere in helping.Then he folded the bottom of my blouse and tucked it under my bra again his fingers were compressing my breasts.

I just kind of stood there dumbfounded while he unzipped my skirt and pulled it up to shorten the hem just below my butt then tucked the top into my panties. Now his fingers were touching my butt at the back and reaching in to my pussy hair in the front. I became really excited. I had never let a boy get so intimate before and forgot Barbara and her boyfriend was there until Barbara exclaimed, "God that makes you look fantastic. I didn't know your tummy was so flat and your boobs look bigger than ever!"

That made me blush until Bill said, "Yes anything looks good on a fabulous body. Susan. Go look in the mirror."

I felt better knowing he thought I looked beautiful and went to the mirror. No-one had ever seen my bare stomach since I wore one piece conservative swim suits my mother bought. I had never been this bare in front of anyone else before. My stomach was bare from the bottom of my breasts way below my belly-button and when I turned to look behind me I saw he had twisted my blouse around my bra to make my back bare to the dimples on the top of my butt-cheeks.

Meanwhile Barbara and Charlie her boyfriend, cheered and applauded while Bill smiled in obvious appreciation.

My embarrassment turned to vanity and I walked back exaggerating the swing of my hips and wishing I was not wearing my tight bra so my breasts could move provocatively like Barbara's.

When I got back to him I didn't know what to do. The whole situation was exciting me and I wanted to fall into his arms but I didn't want to look like a slut.

Barbara solved my problem.

"She is a beautiful dancer. Have her dance for us Bill."

Bill said, "That would be lovely. Grace and beauty go together."

That and the punch was all the encouragement I needed. There was a slow sexy song playing. I don't know what got into me. Normally I would have refused but I began to dance. I was not doing any moves that I had not done in dance recitals but somehow this seemed much sexier to me to have the tops of my boobs showing and knowing I was flashing my skimpy bikini panties on bends and pirouettes.

It was a long song, about half-way through I lifted my arms above my head which pulled my blouse back up to my shoulders.

Charlie yelled, "No! Don't cover them. Take it off."

Barbara said, "Yes! Do it!"

I was really excited by then and when I looked at Bill he smiled and mouthed. "Yes."

I swear I just meant to take off the blouse to dance in my bra but the catch in the bra was stuck in my blouse and when I pulled it over my head the bra went with it.

I didn't get a chance to get embarrassed! They all applauded and Bill said my breasts were too beautiful to ever be hidden.

When the song ended Bill was smiling and holding his arms open.I knelt between his legs for his hug and kiss thrilled by the feel of his silk shirt on my erect nipples.

Charlie said, "God she has me so turned on. Come on Barbara."

He took her hand and began leading her upstairs to the bedrooms. On the way out she told Bill the keys were in the car to take me home later.

He began kissing my face and then down my neck until he was kissing and nibbling on my nipples. I hugged his head to me until his hands were under my butt to slowly pull me up as his lips moved down my stomach.

I expected him to start back up when he got to my skirt but he just pulled it down inch by inch as his lips traversed my stomach and his teeth made gentle bites.

I was not totally naive. I had played with my pussy but I had never even heard about what he did next. His tongue slipped between the lips of my pussy to flutter against my clit. then he would suck or take little bites to cause just a bit of pain before the fluttering continued.

I had no idea sex could be so wonderful. I began orgasms twice as good as I ever got from playing with myself.

By then my skirt and panties were at my feet and he began letting me down to lie on the floor. I watched in fascination while he unbuttoned his shirt to show his big chest and ridged stomach muscles. When he unzipped his pants his dick was super hard and standing straight up. I knew it would be going in my pussy and wondered how it would be possible since it was tight around my finger.

He spread my legs and pushed them towards my head. I was so wet the head slipped in with a stretching feeling then there was a sharp pain as it tore my hymen. The pain was forgotten instantly as the orgasms began again from that wonderful dick pumping and gyrating in my pussy.

I came several times until he grunted and made a face as he came. He continued to kiss and hug me until his dick softened and slid out of me.

He looked at it to see a little of my blood on it then said, "Just as I thought. You were a virgin. How have you managed to stay that way with your beauty and the sexy dancing?"

"I don't know what brought that on. I have never been so naked in front of a boy before. I ran away when some boys and girls wanted to play strip-poker. Are you disappointed that I know nothing about sex. I hope it was good for you. It was the most fantastically good experience I have had in my whole life."

Suddenly I began to cry. "Oh God. You will have to go home soon. What will I do. There is no boy I even want to talk to after you."

He just laughed and then hugged me while saying, "I don't live in another universe. Dad bought me an airplane for graduation. I am only an hour away. As long as we enjoy each other I can be around a lot. It will be fun to show you all the ways you can be thrilled since you are so ignorant about sex."

There was an implied threat but that was overshadowed by his promise to give me new thrills.

"Oh yes. I will be a good student. Can we have sex again now?"

"You must know my dick has to get hard first."

"Oh yes! It is three times as big when it is hard. It got hard from my dance. Would you like me to do it again? I could even do it naked."

"No. We have done that. You liked having me lick your pussy. Didn't you?"

"Oh yes. I have never felt anything so wonderful."

"It feels good to me too. Why don't you lick and suck on my dick?"

That seemed gross but he had licked my pussy so it seemed only fair.

"Okay. I'll find a washcloth to wash it first."

"No. I didn't wash your pussy."

"But it is gross. It has my blood and sticky stuff on it. I don't want to."

"Alright. Get dressed. It is time to take you home."

"No! No. I'll do it with it dirty."

It wasn't as bad as I feared. It just left a salty taste in my mouth and it was thrilling to see it grow until I could no longer get all of it in my mouth. Then he laid on his back so I could sit on it to feel it slide into me slowly. I loved the position because I could move to make it rub and stretch my whole channel while he fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He lasted a long time and as I started into orgasm I asked him to pinch harder and pull on my nipples. The pain just seemed to lead me to a higher plateau.

When he took me home I was wonderfully relaxed and slept like a log.

The next morning he came over to our place in his rented car and charmed the pants off my folks. When she invited him to lunch he raved about her cooking and told Dad how lucky he was to have such a lovely wife and daughter.

My Dad was a machinest and when he showed Bill some of his miniture engines Bill said he was a genius.

As a capper he told them our little farm was charming and offered to take us up in his airplane to take aerial photos of it.

He had a weird effect on Mom. She always dressed plainly and was just wearing a baggy house dress when he came but when he said we would go flying she went to our laundry room and came back wearing a pair of my short-shorts and a half shirt that bared her stomach below her navel. Both were too tight for her and I knew she could not be wearing panties under the shorts because she wore old-fashioned panties that went above her navel and ther was no bulge in the shorts to indicate she had rolled them down.

She looked great but I was shocked since it was so out of character.

"Mom! Are you going out in public in that outfit?"

"Don't I look good? I thought I would let Bill know how you would look at my age."

"No. You look great. I have just never seen your tummy before."

Bill said, "She looks fantastic I will be very proud if Sue looks that good when she is thirty."

Mom blushed and said, "Flatterer. I am almost forty."

She was forty-one but I saw no reason to mention it, especially when Bill grabbed our waists to push us together to tell Dad we looked like twins.

Dad looked a little embarrassed but had to admit we looked great.

Mom loved the attention. She pulled back her shoulders to push out her breasts. The bumps her nipples made in the t-shirt told me she had not just taken off her panties but also her bra.

I felt I was in competition with her since she was getting so much attention from Bill and Dad so before we left I told them I had to go to the bathroom and took off my bra then tied a knot in the front of my shirt to get the shirt as close to the base of my boobs as I could and tight enough to make bumps with my nipples.

I was amused to see her tie hers too when she got in the car.

The airplane ride was great. He said his plane was a Cessna 310 it had two engines and was really pretty. Mom and Dad got their pictures and we went back. I know Mom was sorry it was over but I was desparate to be alone with him.

As soon as we left home in his car he told me to take off my shorts.

"Oh no. I couldn't. Someone might see me."

"That is what makes it interesting. Are you refusing me?"

I was sure he would take me home so I did it.

He immediately went on the freeway then passed huge trucks real slow making the driver curious enough to look down on us. I clamped my legs together and bent over to hide but he said.

"No. Don't hide! slide forward on the seat and open your legs."

It should have been super embarressing but the fact he ordered it relieved my conscience and I began to get excited. By the third truck I had moved my head closer to the window so I could see the astonished then happy looks on the driver's face.

Eventually he tired of the game and took me to a motel for glorious sex. That started a precedent. From then on I had to earn sex with some humiliating act. I was more than willing because I was addicted to orgasms and could no longer get satisfying ones from masturbation.

He decided to play the freeway game again but decided my pussy hair hid me. He shaved it all off before we left to the freeway. I was really obscene then because the drivers could see my pussy open when he pulled on my thigh but it was alright because seeing the excitement I could cause on the driver's faces excited me and it seemed the more erotic I became brought on even greater sex.

Eventually he wanted to put his dick in my rectum which I thought would be the ultimate sacrifice but I found I really liked it especially since it allowed him to use his fingers on my nipples and clit.

The two weeks he was to stay seemed to be over in a day. I was desolate when he left certain that he had his pick of girls at his town and I would never see him again. My only hope was that he asked for my and mom's shoe and clothing sizes so he could send presents.

I cried for days. Mom tried to console me by saying he had promised to call and would but I didn't believe it. By then I had elevated him to the status of a God and was sure he could do much better than me.

That night he called but he talked to Mom. She ran up to my room to tell me that he had called to say there was a country club ball at his town. It was to be very nice and in hopes that we would come he had bought clothes for us to wear that would arrive the next day. Mom and I were really excited but Dad said he would feel out of place in a country club and that we could go without him.

When the package arrived Mom and I excitedly ripped open the package to reveal two beautiful black cocktail dresses and a note that said, "Since you look like twins you may as well dress like them."

Along with the dresses were tiny uplift bras that just supported our boobs under the nipples, tiny panties that were just elastic strings to hold a small black lace triangle. sheer black stockings, a lace garter belt and black pumps with real high heels.

We tried everything on together and I never felt so close to her. It was like we were sisters or good friends rather than mother and daughter.

The dresses were real short and low cut with a heart shaped cutout with the top of the heart at the base of our breasts and the point so low Mom had to shave off some of her pussy hair so it wouldn't show. I talked her into shaving all of it like mine. I don't know how she explained it to Dad. They were really sexy but Mom said rich people were obviously more sophisticated and they would be wearing dresses like these just like movie stars. Mom said that it would be better if Dad didn't see them even though they were obviously expensive and we looked great in them since he was so conservative. That put us in a conspiracy that made us even closer. I suggested that we go to a beauty salon to get identical hairdos.

That night Bill called to make sure our clothes had arrived and if we liked them. He seemed pleased we did and didn't complain about how revealing they were. He said the heart cutout would make all the women jealous of our trim tummies and little waists. That prompted Mom to say that she was surprised that the dresses were so sexy. She assumed people at country clubs would be stodgy.

Bill explained that this ball was for young people and since Mom could pass for twenty-five she would not be out of place. He said he would fly in to get us about five then we would have dinner at his folks place then we could dress for the dance.

We landed at Seattle then we drove to their house. It wasn't a house. it was a mansion. Suddenly Mom connected with Bill's last name. "You said your dad was a lawyer. He is our Congressman! I remember this house from a magazine."

Yeah, but Dad prefers being thought of as a lawyer because that is where most of his money comes from.

We were really impressed. Dinner was fabulous served by a maid and his folks were really nice. They apologised that they would not be going to the dance because they had to fly to Washington later that night. They left after a few after dinner drinks and Bill said we should get dressed.

When Mom and I were alone dressing she said, "God Susan. They liked us! Do you know how great this could be for you if Bill would love you as much as you do him? Whatever he wants, you should do it."

I thought I would test her. "What if he wants sex?"

"That is alright just let him know you are doing it only because you love him. God, I wish I had talked to you about sex. Just remember even things that may seem strange are alright as long as you both like it."

I was enjoying this! It seemed like everything I had done with Bill was alright.

"What do you mean by strange?"

"I only know what your Dad likes. Sometimes he likes to be kissed down there."

"What do you mean down there?"

"Oh you know. You are embarrassing me. He likes to have me kiss and suck on his penis. It isn't so bad. it is clean."

"I heard about that in sex ed. Anything really strange?"

She blushed like a school girl. "Well sometimes he likes to spank my bare bottom. It doesn't hurt really. Just a little sting and it really excites him. Me too."

She had not put the dress on yet and her cute round buns were bare except for the string going up her crack. I could understand why a man would enjoy the submissiveness of a woman who would let him spank them. I also could understand how it could excite her. The little pain from Bill pinching my nipples and lightly slapping my boobs had just added to my excitement.

When we dressed Bill was waiting for us in the front room. He said we looked fabulous and we pirouetted in front of him giggling that he was so pleased.

The dance was great! We did not feel out of place at all since a lot of girls were dressed even sexier than us. Some wore gauzy dresses that you could see their panties and nipples through and one girl must have been really proud of her cute round butt because she had an upside down heart cutout on her back that bared the top of her butt-cheeks. When her boyfriend danced with her he put his hands under her dress to squeze her bottom.

We danced a lot! Me mostly with Bill but Mom was asked by boys much younger than her and was flattered by the attention. We both drank a little too much and got a little silly. I had never seen this side of her. She loved dancing and made no objection when men would hold her bottom to pull them tight against their bulging crotches.

Bill noticed we were getting drunk and excited so he said we should go home.

When we got there Mom scurried to the bar to make us drinks while Bill turned on the stereo. A good song came on and Mom and I started to dance.

Bill encouraged us by applauding and saying we looked great. We giggled and made some sexy moves. When the next song was faster Mom leaned forward and shook her breasts. They fell out of her dress! She just giggled and said, "Whoops" and began to put them back in but Bill yelled, "Leave them out! They look great!"

She did! I began to feel left out with him staring avidly at her bouncing boobs. I unzipped my dress and let it slide to my waist. I tucked my bra under my boobs to bare them completely to have them bounce and swing to the music. Now I had his attention and when Mom noticed she also let down her dress top and took off her bra.

It became a contest. Soon we were dancing close to him so he could take off the rest of our clothes one by one until we were naked then he danced with us while we removed his clothes.

When he was naked he dropped to his knees pulling Mom down with him then laid on his back and pulled her down on his dick. I again felt left out until he pulled me down on his face to lick my pussy.

I was facing Mom. She had this look of wild ecstacy on her face and was pinching her nipples and lifting her breasts until her nipples had hardened to look like little thumbs. I tried it and found my excitement jumped even higher until it was obvious we were in full orgasm.

Mom began letting out little screams and then slumped to sit shuddering on his dick. Suddenly her face clouded and she began to cry. She jumped up and ran to our room practically howling in grief.

I was glad to see her go. Now I had him to myself and I laid on him to kiss him and lick my juices off his face. Then I slid down his body to lick and suck on his dick so I could get it hard to climb on it. It wasn't working. He just laid there breathing hard but his dick stayed soft.

"What is wrong? It isn't getting hard."

"I am not Superman. That was a real workout. I am going to need a rest or something really special to get hard again."

I locked onto "Something special."

"Mom said Dad got real excited by spanking her and that it didn't hurt much. Would you like to try it?"

"Really! Tell me about it."

"She didn't give me any details. I guess you could do it any way you think it would be exciting."

"When I was a kid a girl told me she hated Catholic school because the Nuns would tie their hands above their heads and a girl would hold up her skirt while the Nun spanked her with a strap. The idea excited me. Would that be okay?"

"Oh God! That sounds like it would hurt but it might be even more exciting for you since I would be naked. I guess it would be alright. I know you won't hurt me too bad."

"We are all set for this. The chandelier has a winch to lower it to change bulbs. We can use it to tie you. Tie your stockings around your wrists while I look for a belt."

I became excited as I used my teeth to tighten the stockings around my wrists. I realized this act might make me unique. Some of the girls at the dance were as pretty as me and rich but I was sure those spoiled little bitches would never let him hurt them. I decided that even if it didn't hurt much I would act like it did so he would know the great sacrifice I was making for him.

He came back down with a wide thick western belt he was cutting in two to make an eighteen inch strap.

I was hoping he would just use his little dress belt but it would prove my love better if I suffered more.

He lowered the chandelier and I held up my hands so he could tie the stockings to it and pull me up until I was on tip-toes.

It felt good to be stretched and exciting but I thought I would remind him of the sacrifice I was making.

"Oh. I feel so helpless. I am at your mercy. You know I would never let you do this if I didn't love you so much. I'll bet no other girl would allow it."

"Yes I know you are proving your love but if it doesn't hurt it won't prove anything will it?"

"No. Make it hurt. I promise I won't ask you to stop."

"Good. Your body looks fantastic stretched like that. Let me show you."

He went into a room and came back rolling a huge antique free standing mirror. When he put it in front of me I saw he was right. My body had never looked so good. My tummy had gone from flat to concave and my breasts were high. Even my pussy was pulled up to make a tight flat slit. I felt very proud and was happy to see that his dick was a little longer. I didn't think I would be hurt much because I was sure he would want to fuck me as soon as it was really hard.

He kissed me and asked if I was ready. The way I looked and the whole situation seemed to charge me with excitement.

I moaned, "Yes. Please whip me."

There was a "Slap!" with a sting and burn across both cheeks of my butt. I gasped but Mom was right! It hurt but not unbearably. When I made no protest he began putting them on faster and harder until I felt heat and tingling to my clit. The spanking was exciting me! Really exciting me! As much as any foreplay.

I was wrong about him stopping when he got hard. His dick was rock-hard but he was still hitting me. By that time I was so excited I welcomed the lashes to the point I was pushing back my butt to meet them.

I don't know how many times he hit me. I was much too excited to count. Eventually he covered all of my butt and started on the top of my thighs. This was so close to my pussy electric tingles went to it directly to bring me to orgasm. He must have mistaken my orgasm for great pain because he stopped to step in front of me and lifted my legs up to his waist to bury his dick in my sopping pussy. My orgasms continued until he began sliding down my body to his knees where he spread my pussy lips to lick my clit until I was trembling and pulsating with orgasms and struggling for breath.

Finally I was so exhausted I let my legs fall from his shoulders. He lowered the chandelier to untie my wrists and carried me to a huge davenport where we went to sleep.

I had this weird dream. I was back in the time of slavery. I looked the same except I was wearing a dress like the one I had seen in a history book that covered me to my ankles with only my head, neck and hands bare. I was standing on a platform with my arms tied above me and my ankles chained to rings in the floor to spread my legs very wide.

There was a huge audience in front of me. Both men and women, white and black. They all seemed excited as they stared at me. There were two big men on the stage with me. They had their shirts off to reveal big hairy chests and were wearing black leather hoods on their heads.

One of the men stepped forward to hold up his hand to quiet the crowd who had begun yelling.

"The master has decided his wife should be as obedient as his slaves. Since she refused his request to undress so he could prove her beauty to his friends she will be naked for all of you and be whipped."

They took knives out of their belts and began cutting off my clothes. It took a long time because I was wearing so many.

It was like a slow strip-tease as my dress then slips and petticoats were cut off and thrown out to the crowd. The audience cheered as each piece dropped to the floor to reveal more of my body. Incredibly this was exciting to me.

Finally I was down to a cotton half-shirt over my breasts and pantaloons. Rather than cut off the half-shirt they stuck their hands under it to press against my boobs and ripped it off.

The audience cheered louder than ever but they went crazy when they stuck their hand in to grip my pussy to hold me in position to rip off the pantaloons.

The blacks seemed most excited I heard one woman say, "It is about time one of these white bitches knew how we feel."

I had my eyes closed. I opened them to see Bill sitting in a big chair directly in front of me. He was smiling! He got up and handed whips to the men. They frightened me terribly. They looked like two black snakes about four feet long. He said something to the man I couldn't hear but I soon found out.

The man held up his hand again and when the crowd quieted he said,

"She will be striped from her armpits to mid-thigh front and back with close stripes on those parts she wished to hide."

The crowd went wild and I cringed knowing that must mean my butt, breasts and pussy.

I woke up just as I saw the blur of the snake at my breasts.

I was shaking and sweating but incredibly I was fantastically excited and when my hand went to my pussy it was wet. I dug frantically to get a small orgasm but I wanted more.

I began licking and sucking his dick to wake him but he must have just incorporated it in a dream because he just groaned and smiled while continuing to sleep.

I started nibbling on his ears and when I stuck my tongue in one he moaned, "Let me sleep. I am having a great dream."

"Wake up silly. It is morning. I will make your dream come true."

He sat up and looked at me and I saw his dick twitch and start to grow.

"I don't think you will want this dream to come true. You sucked my dick until it was hard then leaned over to hold on to the back of the couch and asked me to fuck your ass while I whipped your tits with the belts."

I knew that would hurt even more than the spanking but it would certainly prove my love.

"That scares me. My breasts are real sensitive but I am your slave. If that excites you I will let you do it."

"No. You don't understand. I didn't ask for it. In the dream it was your idea and you begged me to do it."

I slid off the couch to kneel in front of him and lick his dick then excitedly said,

"Master. Please let me suck you until you are hard so you can fuck my ass while whipping my breasts." as an afterthought I decided to offer even more. "If I spread my legs real wide and keep my tummy tucked in you could hit my pussy too."

"Oh God Yes!" His dick grew as I watched it and I just licked and sucked a few seconds before he said, "I am ready."

I went to the back of the couch and stretched out my arms to make sure they would not be in the way while bent over. He laid the straps on my back with the ends dangling from my shoulders in front of my breasts while he pulled my legs a little further apart. His dick was slick from my spit and slid in easily once the head had stretched my anal muscles. He let me work up more excitement by fucking me for awhile while playing with my clit then I felt the straps sliding on my shoulders as he picked them up.

I looked down to watch my breasts swaying with the impact of his hips to my butt and then a blur as the belt buried itself in my right breast. The pain was terrific and before I could absorb it my left breast exploded. The first two were the worst then I watched in excitement and fascination as they danced under the belt. I lunged back at him to bury his dick as deeply as possible and he seemed to use that to keep cadence. At each lunge one of my breasts would compress and bounce.

He stopped for a second then there was a sting to my pussy. I let my head rest on the couch so I could use my hands to pull my red boobs apart to see the belt tips hit at the slit to wrench them open. I sucked in my tummy and tilted my hips forward to allow the tips to come across my clit.

By then I was in full orgasm and when the tip hit directly on my clit I had such a powerful one I passed out.

I woke up with me lying back on his chest while he sat on the couch with my legs on the outside of his spread out knees. He was caressing some kind of pain killing ointment on my breasts and pussy. I was surprised that the pain had gone away and my boobs and pussy were just red and even the redness faded as I watched.

He said, "I am sorry I hit so hard you had to pass out. Do you hate me?"

I thought it would be better for him to think I suffered that much for him so I didn't tell him the orgasm had caused it.

No. I love you. I just hope I was conscious long enough to satisfy your dream."

"God Yes. I was still hitting you after I came. You totally drained me. No-one would believe my girl could be so brave."

I felt a little guilty. Only the first few lashes required bravery from them on I welcomed the pain.

"I am not your girl. I am your slave. No. More than that I am your love slave. A slave might have to be forced to please you. I will do anything willingly to make you happy."

He hugged and kissed me then said, "I guess I am your slave too because I could never find anyone to replace you."

I snuggled against him happy to have convinced him that I was impossible to replace.

I began to play with his dick but he said to forget it and needed a shower.

We took a shower together and he gently washed me. It seemed strange that a man who had hurt me so much could be so gentle and loving.

After our shower he told me he had given the servants the weekend off so he would make breakfast. We were dying of thirst after all the sweating we had done so we gulped water and then he made drinks of vodka and orange juice. I offered to make breakfast but he said he made a great omelette and told me to wake my Mom.

When I went up to our room the door was locked. I pounded on it to wake her then told her breakfast was almost ready and to come down.

In a little while she came down wearing her bathrobe that covered her from her neck to her ankles. She seemed to avoid looking at us when she accepted her drink but I just thought that she had become bashful and it embarrassed her to have Bill and I naked.

She gulped her drink and part of another then just picked at the great omelette Bill had made.

Suuddenly she began to whimper then blubbered, "Bbill could you take me home?"

"Mom! Why do you want to go home! Dad expects you to be with me. if you go home I will have to."

I know but I can't stay. I feel guilty and ashamed. I drank too much and your father has not made love to me for awhile but that is no excuse for my terrible behavior. I let the men at the club fondle my body to excite me then came back here to betray my husband and seduce my only daughter's boyfriend. Sue! You should hate me!"

Bill calmed her by saying, "What you did is natural. After all you were wearing a sexy dress to encourage the men to fondle you and you were in a hugely sexy situation. If you feel guilty. Your husband spanks you sometimes maybe you could give him an excuse to spank you hard to make amends."

She looked at me surprised that I would tell Bill her secret but then said, "Maybe you are right. He has a fantasy of tying me to a tree and whipping me with a whip he made by braiding leather shoelaces together. He said it would not hurt much more than the little strap he used but I have refused. That is why we have not had sex. If I let him maybe it would relieve my guilt."

While they were talking I began to think about it. She was right! She had seduced Bill. She was the one that started it all by showing her boobs and not arguing about hiding them. I also remembered how hurt I was when he fucked her first. I also agreed she had betrayed my Dad and I stress,"My" who had always worked hard to provide for us.

I said sternly, "No! That is not enough. You know you don't mind being spanked. Dad's little whip will probably just excite you. You know he never hits hard. You should be strung up and whipped like they treated adulteresses in the old days!"

"Oh God! You do hate me. You are right! I should be punished severely for my actions. Could you forgive me if I am whipped?"

"Yes as long as you agree it should be done. I should not have to force you. You should want it so you can be completely forgiven."

"You're right. I do want you to do it. Both of you. If your dad was here he could do it too but I promise as soon as I am home I will ask him to use his whip on me. Bill do you have a belt or something?"

Before he could answer I said, "No. It should be more like a whip. Do you have a willow tree?"

"Yeah, there is one behind the house."

"Good. Mom get a cleaver from the kitchen and cut two switches. Make them long to look like a whip."

She whimpered, "That will hurt awfully. My Dad used willow switches on me. Even on top of my cotton panties it hurt."

"It is supposed to hurt. Remember?"

She sobbed and started toward the door but I stopped her. "Wait. Take off your clothes.I want you to feel the air on your body and be aware of what is about to happen to it."

She sobbed and took off her robe to reveal the tiny bra and pantie set. I began to wonder if she had put on an act hoping to be forgiven just by confessing so she could have more sex. If she was sincere I would have expected her to be fully dressed under the robe or at least wearing her conservative bra and panties. Without prompting she took off the bra and panties looking ashamed then peeked around the door to make sure no-one was around before hurrying to the backyard.

When she was out of sight Bill said, "I am surprised anyone as sweet as you could be so mean. You aren't really going to hurt her are you?"

"Yes. She deserves it. If I ever betrayed you I would want to be whipped until I couldn't stand anymore and passed out."

You should tell her that so she will know she is not being forced into anything you would avoid."

When she came back she said, "I am sorry I took so long. It took awhile to find two straight ones the same length. Daddy always had me cut switches as tall as I was so I cut these the same. Are they alright?"

God yes they were. I expected her to cut much smaller ones. I told her to pull off all the twigs and leaves to make them look more like whips. I felt excited and powerful to have her prepare her torture instruments. They looked enough like the black snake whips in my dream to determine how she should be tied. Of course there were no rings in the floor so I had Bill drag a heavy coffee table under the chandelier.

When she was done with the switches that were now whips she humbly gave one to Bill and then to me. I still wanted to make her prepare her own torture. so I told her to tie her ankles to the coffee table then tie the other stockings around her wrists.

I was curious about how she would do it.There was plenty of slack in the stockings if she wanted she could just tie the ends to the legs and her ankles to keep her legs together but she didn't ask if that would be alright she just wrapped the stocking around her right ankle and table leg then spread her left leg about four feet over to the other table leg to tie it the same way. By the time she finished with her wrists she was trembling and her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. Bill raised the chandelier until the legs of the coffee table lifted slightly. Her arms were not only supporting her weight but about half of the heavy marble coffee table. It had a marvelous effect on her body. At her age she naturally had a little sag in her boobs that disappeared completely, her stomach sunk in and her waist narrowed. She looked so great I got the mirror to show her.

Her comment was, "Yes it looks good and it will soon be covered with red stripes as testament for my sin as it should be."

"What makes you think it will be covered with stripes. I never said we would hit your front."

"Because you must. My bare tummy encouraged the men at the club, my bottom was fondled, my breasts helped to seduce Bill and my pussy begged for sex. All of them must suffer."

"I agree. If I betrayed Bill I would expect to be whipped terribly. How many lashes do you think it should take for you to be forgiven? I thought maybe fifty."

"Oh that will hurt terribly I have never taken more than fifteen but it may take even more to make my breasts and crotch totally red and to have stripes on my tummy and thighs."

"You don't think your butt should be hit?"

"Yes it should be covered completely. Stranger's hands were all over it."

"I don't think you need more than fifty to be forgiven."

"Maybe not but I must be able to forgive myself. No matter how I beg, you should not stop unless I am bleeding."

It suddenly occurred to me that she may be able to overcome pain with excitement and the numbing of nerves from repeated blows. She could end up looking braver than me. I became diabolical.

"Since you have never had more than fifteen we will just give you sixteen to each place then give you a break."

"Oh would you! That is more than I deserve. If you don't think I am suffering enough you can do more."

Bill got on one side an I on the other to alternate stripes on her butt. She squealed and tremored with each one. When we moved to the front with Bill hitting one breast and I the other she would howl in pain when the switch buried itself in her nipple but it would pop back out seeming to beg for more.

When we moved to her crotch we hit down diagonally bringing loud screams when the tip hit her rectum or entered the open gash of her pussy. When we quit it looked like she was wearing a diagonally striped bikini.

Her face had a wild look with glazed eyes. I could not tell for sure if she was in terrible pain or glorious orgasms but I was sure she was either in orgasm or very close when she begged us to continue.

I felt very evil but intoxicated by my power when I said, "Oh no mom. You have suffered enough for now. You should have a break."

We stepped back to watch her in fascination as tremors and shuddering breaths shook her body with a look of frustration on her face.

When her breathing returned to normal I told Bill to stripe her stomach while I striped the front of her thighs. She opened her eyes wide and shook her head but did not protest. She clenched her eyes and set her jaw when she saw our whips going back for the "Swish." through the air before the "Snap!" against her flesh. She screamed and I knew the break and the new area was causing great pain.

She seemed to be able to take the stripes to her stomach and thighs better her excitement increased very fast and to my amazement she even brought her hips forward when I was at the top of her thighs to let the lash cross the upper lips of her pussy.

Since that was what she seemed to want we moved to the back to stripe her thighs I let the tip hit her pussy and Bill did the same.

When we quit to watch her again she looked frustrated and was twisting and pumping her hips as if there was an invisible dick in her. Bill watched open-mouthed then said, "God! I need a drink!" I told him to bring drinks back for Mom and me.

While I was waiting for him I heard Mom moan, "Oh God I was so close!" This confirmed that she cpuld become excited by pain like me.

I gulped mine then pulled her head up to put the glass to her lips. She drank it as fast as I tilted the glass then took a deep breath and breathed out, "Is it over?"

"If you want it to be. There is still some white on your breasts and crotch. Look at yourself."

She stared groggily at herself then moaned, "The white parts are the under side of my breasts and the center of my pussy. That will hurt terribly. This time please don't stop until you are completely finished."

Bill said, "God! She can take more! It would be easier to hit those places if we let her down to lean back over the table."

I agreed and when Bill let down the chandelier I got a big pillow off the couch to raise her butt higher and let her breasts sag toward her face. She looked really obscene. Her pussy lips were open so wide you could see the pink inner parts and the bulge of her engorged clitoris. She was so wet her pussy juice was dripping onto her asshole.

That made me lose any compassion for her. When Bill asked if I wanted to do her breasts or pussy I chose her pussy. I planned to get screams at each lash.

Bill had untied her hands to get the chandelier out of the way. He told her to pull her breasts toward her face by her nipples. That let her know her nipples would not be hit and she pinched them to pull her tits forward until the skin was tight.

I told Bill to take his time and hit slowly so he could aim carefully but I really just wanted to torture her by making it last a long time.

I nodded to Bill to hit first and he brought one down just below her nipples. She just gasped and pulled her nipples even tighter

I stood between her legs and hit her right pussy lip with the tip hitting just above her pubic bone. I was gratified by a small scream.

The screams became louder when the lower part of the switch hit her pink parts to redden the area at her pubic bone.

I had a much smaller area to redden than Bill and should have quit sooner but my lashes were bringing on the screams. When Bill said one more lash would do it I don't think she heard him. She was gibbering and jerking on her nipples.

I decided to make the last lash memorable and brought the tip down directly on her clitoris. She screamed so loud veins popped out on her forehead then she just kind of went into convultions.

Bill and I were so excited we fucked before turning her loose. She was just limp so Bill carried her to bed and we used his salve on her while she moaned in her sleep.

We went back downstairs and mixed a drink then Bill picked up the switch and swished it through the air.

"Are you curious about the way this feels?"

"No. I could tell from Mom it hurts awful."

"I guess you would have to be really brave and love me a lot to hold out your tits by the nipples so I could whip them like your Mom."

Oh God. It was another test. I brought it on myself by having Mom cut the switches. I just wished she had cut smaller ones. I was not sure my special talent could convert that much pain to excitement.

"How many times did you hit Moms boobs?"

"Eighteen. Why?"

I shuddered and said quaveringly, "You can hit mine twenty."

"You know that will hurt a lot don't you?"

I had a dim hope that he would be satisfied just by my offer.

"Oh yes! Don't you want to do it?"

"I want you to ask me to do it."

I took a deep breath and said, "Please whip my tits while I hold them for you by my nipples."

"Good. We will do the tops first. Kneel and pull them out as far as you can."

I had one big advantage over Mom. I knew I would have sex when this was over. His dick was already hardening from seeing me abjectly kneeling and pulling on my nipples until my breasts formed cones.

He stepped back so he could use the whole length of the switch and rested the tip at the edge of my boob. He warned me to bend my head back so he wouldn't hit my face then I heard a "Whirr" and felt this white hot sting across both boobs. I looked down sure that they were cut and was surprised to see just a red line.The pain receded and I realized he was waiting for me to get my head out of the way so I leaned it back again. This time the pain began its familiar radiation to my clit helped along by the extra pain I was causing by my grip on my nipples as my boobs jerked from the switch.

When he finished with the tops I had perfectly straight lines across them. They seemed hot and swollen. He helped me up and led me over to the couch to lean back for the ones to the bottoms. I kept pain alive with a steel grip on my nipples and when I leaned back I pulled them up and together to put my nipples next to my mouth.

That gave him an idea. He had me open my mouth and bite down on my nipples. While I held them in my teeth he pulled my arms down so I could get my fingers in my pussy. Bringing my arms down caused my boobs to pull down harder so I had to bite down more to keep them in my mouth.

He began hitting them and at each searing lash I would involuntarily bite them. In seconds I was cumming and what seemed like seconds later he had stopped whipping and was fucking me. He pulled one breast out of my mouth so he could chew and pull like a dog chewing a bone until he came and pulled out. I was so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I collapsed to the floor. When he got his breath he carried me to bed and I went to sleep.

We slept late. when we went downstairs Mom was making breakfast stark naked. When I asked how she was she said,

"I am fine. I stayed naked so you could see. I don't have any cuts anywhere. See?"

She turned slowly in front of us obviously enjoying our fingers tracing the still light red lines and feeling the still slightly swollen inner lips of her light red pussy.

"Isn't it amazing. Last night I was in so much pain I thought I might die but now it is barely evident that I was whipped. Not only that I feel great! All that pain seems to have relieved my guilt for every wrong thing I have ever done in my whole life.

I am glad I was such a slut because if I hadn't I wouldn't have been punished and would still be feeling guilty for not making my husband happy. I am going to honor my promise too. When I get home I am going to tell him he can use his whip on me even on my more sensitive places. Don't you see what a wonderful thing you did for me? Now I can do anything he wants because if it makes me feel guilty he can whip me until I forgive myself."

She was so enthusiastic about being whipped I was sure she had been brought to orgasm and wanted to see if she would admit it.

"Mom didn't the whipping get you sexually excited."

"No! Well it was a little exciting to be outside naked and to be tied but the whips just hurt until my guilt began to leave and then when you whipped my most guilty parts I felt an ecstacy that proved I was forgiven!"

"Couldn't that have been an orgasm?"

"No! I have been married a long time. I know what an orgasm feels like. This was nothing like it. It is impossible for me to explain. It must be like the people who are saved on the religeous programs on TV."

That proved she believed that God would reward total repentense and also that she had never received a really great orgasm. I let it drop and suggested we go swimming in their huge pool. She agreed to swim and sunbathe nude when Bill convinced her she was punished enough to indulge herself at least for the rest of the weekend especially since she would be punished again at home.

It was obvious she loved being naked outside in the sun and breeze. Evidentally Bill was satisfied we had been whipped enough so we just played and made love. Mom refused to be fucked saying that she had not been punished enough to betray her husband again but after he bought us another more conservative dress and took us to a great restaurent she decided it would be alright to give Bill a blow-job since she would not enjoy it. I was not sure of that. She dug at her pussy all the time she sucked him and swallowed his cum. She even licked her lips to get all of it.

Mom got a little sunburn to make even the harshest lines disappear. She said it didn't matter because she was never naked at home unless it was dark but I knew she was relieved she would not have to hide her body from Dad.

The next night Bill took us home. Mom ran to Dad with open arms and kissed him as if she had been gone for months.

She must have fucked his brains out because in the morning he looked tired but was all smiles and kissed her goodbye for the first time in months.

We went shopping and when I decided to get some nylon short shorts for running to keep in shape for Bill Mom got some too.

When Dad came home she was wearing them with a tight T-shirt. He couldn't resist patting her round silky bottom and when he did he said, "What is this? You don't have panties on under these. Don't you think that is a little naughty?"

She giggled and whispered something in his ear. He looked shocked then smiled.

They figited all through dinner and after Dad gave me some money and the car keys and suggested I go to a movie.

I knew then she had told him it was okay to whip her because I had always had to beg for the car keys.

I teased them by taking my time by showering then putting on black pants and shirt then a coat with a hood to hide my blonde hair. I was sure the tree he would want to tie her to was in a little canyon behind our house. Although our nearest neighbor was a long way off I was sure he would want her away from the road. I took some binoculars in case I could not sneak close enough to see them well.

I drove the car a little ways down the road and parked it behind some bushes. I got back just in time to see them coming out the back door.

There was more to his fantasy than she had told me and I realized he had done more than the simple spankings she had described because it was just too big a leap to this.

She was wearing a big dog collar with chains coming from it running down between her legs and back up to the collar. There was also a thick heavy chain hanging from her breasts. I picked up the binoculars for a closer look and shuddered in empathy to see the chain was hanging from spring clamps to her nipples and there was a rope running under her breasts to her collar to keep her breasts from hanging down.

I looked at her face and each step was making her wince. I looked down at her pussy and saw the other reason for wincing. The chains were buried in her pussy and ass-crack. I knew that each step would rub and pinch her clitoris.

I looked down at her feet and saw she was wearing the highest stilleto heels I had ever seen. She was walking on her toes and there would be no way she could walk down that rocky path without stumbling to cause the chain to jerk on her pinched nipples. Suddenly the chain jumped to make her gasp and moan and I realized he had snapped a small dog leash to the chain and was leading her by it. The jerk on her chain made her stumble to make it jump more. I swear her nipples stretched from the weight until they were as long as my thumbs.

I followed silently in my tennis shoes. It was easy to stay out of sight by travelling behind the bushes to the right of the path in the light of the moon.

As we went deeper in the canyon under trees it became much darker and I had to be careful not to stumble even with my tennis shoes. In her heels she stumbled a lot each time causing gasps or whimpers.

I was afraid it would be too dark for me to see anything but Dad had thought of that. There was four piles of wood and shavings. When he lit them it revealed a scene you might see in some pagan ceremony. Ropes with leather cuffs hung from the limbs of two trees and other ropes came from their trunks.

He took the chain off her nipples to cause a little shriek when the blood returned to them then unbuckled her neck collar to pull the chains out of her pussy. The way they glistened in the firelight made it plain how wet her pussy had become.

He dropped the chains into a leather bag and pulled out a whip. They must have developed some kind of ritual because she dropped to her knees to lean over to kiss his feet then straightened up to kiss the whip.

After that she walked under the ropes and spread her legs very wide to be next to the ankle cuffs. I realized that when she spread her legs for us it had been nothing new for her. She had not gone into any detail about her spankings and I had assumed he had just taken her over his lap. Obviously she had been tied for them.

One thing was obviously new. Once she was stretched in an X shape Dad dangled the whip in front of her. She looked at it in fear.

I would have too. It really looked evil. There was six tightly braided thongs coming out of a handle with knots at the ends. The thongs were different lengths to spread the knots over a large area.I could see that each lash would leave stripes about four inches wide.

I sneaked closer so I wouldn't have to use the binoculars until I was behind a bush about eight feet away.

Dad stepped behind her and began forehanding and back handing her butt. She got a stricken look on her face but managed to suppress her screams. I was disappointed that I could not see the effect of the lash and was wondering if I could sneak past to get behind her when Dad swung the whip up from the ground to come between her legs to explode against her pussy. It was wild! Stripes with red blossoms caused her pussy to shudder as she let out an agonized scream.

Then her left breast became striped with one knot landing on her nipple which was dragged back when he drew it back to hit her other breast to bring another scream.

Then he brought the whip down diagonally over her left hip to crash again against her pussy. Some of the knots entered her open gash causing her to scream and shake her head but he ignored her to bring another over her right hip. Again knots went inside and when he jerked back the whip her gash was pulled wide open.

It went on and on with either her breasts or pussy jerked out of shape but her screams changed to moans and she began pumping her hips back and forth until she screamed, "Mercy! Mercy!"

It must have been a code word between them because he immediately dropped the whip and got in front of her to drop his pants and drive his dick in her pussy.

She became hysterical. She screamed and giggled as he grabbed her hips to drive in his dick faster and faster until he grunted and came.

At the start of the whipping I had reached under my clothes to pinch my nipples and clit in rhythmn with the lashes so I came with him. Thankfully they were too absorbed to hear my little scream.

When they got their breath he unbuckled her cuffs and carried her towards the house. I was exhausted and laid on the ground for awhile caressing my tortured nipples and clit before walking back to the car.

When I looked at the clock I was amazed to find less than an hour had gone by. It seemed impossible so much had happened in such a short time.

I knew I had to kill some time before going home in order to keep them thinking I had gone to a movie so I drove into town to shop at the mall.

It seemed like every time I turned around I was either seeing skimpy underwear, belts or other things to remind me of my experiences. I became more and more agitated. When I ended up in a western store fondling a riding quirt I knew my pussy must be wet.

My eyes were closed while I fantasized about being whipped with it when the clerk came up behind me to say, "May I help you?"

I turned and recognized him. "I know you. Do you remember me?"

He grinned then said, I don't think so. I wouldn't forget anyone as pretty as you."

"It was eight years ago. I was only eleven years old and looked a lot different. You caught me shoplifting and gave me a spanking."

I had erased the experience from my memory. Probably because I knew I should not have been excited it."

He immediately became defensive. "Look. That was a long time ago. It won't do you any good to complain now."

"I am not complaining. I was glad you did it rather than report me to the police. My Dad would have killed me. I really felt guilty! You could have spanked me a lot longer and harder. I deserved it. I still feel guilty."

I remember you now, but you were real skinny then. You didn't have much butt to spank. You were different than the other girls. You were wearing a jumpsuit and when I told you I would give you a spanking you took it off without being told and leaned over my desk in nothing but your little panties."

"I guess I thought that was the way you would want me so the spanking would hurt with the little strap you had."

"I did but I would never have got the nerve to tell you to take off your clothes. I am not a security guard anymore. I own this store."

"Do you miss spanking girls?"

"Well I have to admit it was pretty exciting. Especially older girls."

"I am older now. What if I stole this quirt."

"That costs fifty dollars. You would get fifty spanks."

"I suppose I would have to take off my blouse and skirt so it would be like last time."

He grinned and a saw a bulge growing in his pants.

"Oh yes! Definitely. A big girl like you would barely feel that strap on top of your clothes."

I was so excited I could barely breathe. I stuck the quirt down my collar between my tits and said quaveringly. "I have stolen it."

He told me to go back to the office while he ran to the front to lock up and put out the closed sign.

While I waited I took out the quirt and put it on his desk. I wanted the excitement to last so when he returned I very slowly unbuttoned my blouse to show him I was not wearing a bra then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt to slide it down slowly to bare my shaved pussy.

He looked awestruck. "God you are beautiful. The bare crotch is really sexy."

"Thank you. Since I stole the quirt I suppose that is what you should use on me."

He looked shocked. "Are you sure? That will hurt a lot."

"Yes. Too much to get all fifty on my poor bottom but if you spread them around on my body it would be all right."

"You mean like on your back and thighs?"

"Oh no! I want to wear a bathing suit tomorrow and this may leave welts. Just put them on my bottom, my tummy, my boobies and my crotch."

"Oh God that will hurt. Do you think you can take that without screaming?"

"To make sure I do I will make a deal. If I make even a little scream you can gag me and make it a hundred spanks but if I don't you can reward me by fucking me afterward to make me forget the pain."

"Oh yes! You would deserve a reward."

I didn't realize until much later what a stupid idea that was. If he had wanted to give me a hundred lashes He would only have to hit me very hard. On the other hand if he mainly wanted to fuck me he might have given me wimpy spanks that would not have excited me. Fortunately he had enough experience to know just how much I could take.

I told him I didn't think I would be able to stand still for my whipping. He was prepared for that and pulled out some leather cuffs attached to his desk legs.

"Normally you would be tied bent over my desk top but since we need your front accessible I will tie you facing out. I wish I had a hook in the ceiling we will just tie your hands behind your back."

When I was tied he said, That is almost perfect."

"It was! My legs were spread wide but my butt was still above the desk and with my hands tied behind me my boobs were pushed out. Best of all there was a mirror on the wall to let me see my body trembling in anticipation.

He must have wanted my boobs pushed out more because he took another strap to pull my elbows together at the back. This made me arch my back to push out my boobs as far as they would go. They looked great in the mirror.

I saw him in the mirror bring back the quirt and braced myself for the lash to my butt.

He fooled me! Evidentally my boobs were just too inviting. The quirt came across them just above my nipples to leave a red line with a blotch at the end that had a leather loop. In pain and surprise I made a little yelp.

"Is that a scream?"

I knew already a hundred lashes with that quirt would kill me. I let out a shuddering breath and said, "No. Honest. You just surprised me. I expected you to hit my butt first."

I can't afford to have you scream with the stores still open around me. This will suppress the noise and still let me know if you are screaming."

He told me to open my mouth and pushed a rubber ball in it that had strings to tie behind my head.

I was suddenly frightened because I knew that he could do anything to me and I could not scream for help. My fright subsided a little when he felt my breasts and said they were firm and beautiful and he would not cause them any great harm.

Maybe not great harm but certainly a lot of pain. He put stripes across them about a half inch apart obviously enjoying watching them jump and bounce with each lash then started down my stomach. When he got below my navel he stopped!

By then I was fantastically excited and didn't want him to stop when I was so close to orgasm. I pumped out my hips to make my pussy a better target.

He said, "I assume your suit is the high rise type."

He began hitting down on it so the quirt hit my pubic bone and bent around to follow my slit and let the thong at the end snap against my asshole. I began a series of orgsms which increased in intensity when he reached behind me saying "It is probably a thong type suit."

He began whipping down the open crack of my butt. I could see the loop at the end pushing my pussy lips aside to snap against my clit. I was in mind boggling orgasms when he pushed my back on the desk and dropped his pants to drive his prick into my burning gash.

I must have passed out. The next thing I knew was flashing lights. I opened my eyes to see I was lying on my back on the floor and he was taking polaroid pictures of my spread eagled striped body.

He explained, "I never want to forget how you look. When will you come back to steal something else? You obviously had great orgasms."

"I should have expected that. I meant it to be just a one night stand that would never have happened if I had not been so excited from watching Mom. I was afraid to tell him that because I had obviously been screaming into the gag and might want to give me the other fifty lashes.

"I don't know. It may take some time to heal and to forget how much it hurt."

"It won't take very long and orgasms from straight sex will be nothing after this. When you come back I will have hooks in the ceiling and a choice of whips."

"That sounds exciting but I had better get Home. Mom is waiting for me."

He helped me dress then told me to hurry back.

I planned to stay a long way from that mall and his store. Not because he had hurt me so badly but because letting him whip me seemed to betray Bill.

When I got home Mom and Dad was asleep. I went to bed to put salve on my welts but that just reminded me of the excitement they had brought on so I played with my now very sensitive clit until I came and went to sleep.

I slept great and woke feeling refreshed. I jumped out of bed to see if there were any marks left on me from my whipping.

He must have not hit my stomach very hard because the red lines had gone away but there were purple lines crossing my pussy and one deep purple line connecting my nipples. There was not a mark on my butt until I spread my cheeks. That revealed bruises on the crack and the lower lips of my pussy.

Although it looked kind of bad the marks would never prove how much pain I had endured. I was glad though to know that my skin would be perfect again for Bill.

The man had done a perfect job. When I tried on my bathing suit not one mark showed. It looked a little lame after being naked so much and I put on shorts and halter to shop for a bikini to satisfy my new urge to exhibit myself.

I was starving so I went downstairs for breakfast.

Mom was washing dishes in a black satin nightgown.

"Wow Mom! That is really sexy. Where is the fluffy bathrobe you usually wear?"

"Do you think so? It feels good on my skin and my bathrobe is too hot."

"Your skin is probably tender. I could tell by the antsy way you two were acting at dinner that he would use his whip on you. How was it?"

I thought you might be suspicious. It hurt a lot. I was properly punished for what I have done."

I wanted to see if she would give me the details so I asked, "Did he just spank your butt?"

"Well no. I was not honest with you about my spankings. Your Dad kind of lost interest in sex until my birthday when he suggested I should get a birthday spanking. It seemed to excite him so I let him do it. It made him into an animal! It didn't hurt bad but it made him so excited he made love to me twice in one night. He hadn't done that since our honeymoon.

It didn't last. In a few weeks he had lost interest again so I told him I had driven too fast and almost wrecked the car to earn another spanking. It got him excited again and from then on either he or I would come up with a reason. Eventually he began using a strap instead of his hand. Eventually we both became less excited by spanking my buns so I suggested that I was too old to have my skirts raised to be spanked. He agreed and had me get naked for my "Punishment" and began hitting other areas. Eventually he spanked my boobs and pussy but not hard."

"What about last night?"

It was about the same except his new whip hurt more. Why?"

"Mom! You are lying to me! I was sure he was going to whip you last night because you both were so antsy at dinner. I thought that if you agreed to let him tie you to a tree it had to be one in the canyon so I sneaked down there. I saw everything!"

"Oh God! I didn't want you to know how perverted I had become. Your Dad had never hit me long and hard enough to bring on more than excitement. When you and Bill whipped me I felt real guilty and when I received the ecstasy at the end I honestly believed it was from the release of guilt.

Last night I didn't feel guilty at all. I just wanted him to be fantastically excited so he could make love to me for a long time so I could get an orgasm. I even suggested I should wear the chain outfit he had made to make him more excited. Before just wearing the chains while dancing to part of a song was enough to get him hard. I wanted him hard before he even started whipping me.

I knew he was getting more creative but when he lit the fires by the trees and I saw the ropes I was so thrilled I could feel my clit getting hard. I felt like I was in some jungle pagan ceremony. I even imagined there were hundreds of black people I could not see watching me from the darkness.

Do you see what I mean. None of this was punishment. I asked for all of it. I must be the world's biggest slut. When he showed me the whip it looked so evil it frightened me but when it hit the fantastic pain sent thrills to every part of me and the more it hurt the more thrilling it became. You were right! It was not a release of guilt. It was fantastic orgasms. When he fucked me at the end the orgasms continued lessening slowly to make it seem to last for hours.

You didn't see the end. He was so sweet to me after he carried me to bed. He kissed and licked every hurt place even my pussy and rectum then caressed salve on me until I fell asleep.

This morning he told me he could never ever love anyone as much as me and promised never to hurt me that much again."

"God Mom. No-one could blame you. Just watching was so thrilling I almost tore off my nipples trying to get my own orgasms. I have something to tell you too."

I told her my experience at the store and showed her the riding quirt.

"Sue! How could you betray Bill. I thought you loved him."

"I do! But I am like you. I was so excited after seeing you whipped I needed an orgasm more than any dope addict needed his dope."

"Yes that is how I felt when I betrayed your father but at least I see him every day and know now he can give me fantastic orgasms anytime I need them. Bill is a long way off, what will you do to stay away from that man at the store?"

I guess I will just have to resist temptation knowing my orgasms will be even greater by waiting for him."

"I hope you can. I don't want you to go back to that man. He is a deadend. He would never marry you and you wouldn't want him as a husband anyway. Did he mark you badly?"

"No. I'll show you." I slipped off my shorts and shirt to show my bruises."

"They will last a few days. How would you explain them to Bill? He has only hit you hard enough to get you red."

"I don't know. That is another reason to stay away from the man at the store. Speaking of bruises. What did Dad's whip do to you?"

"My bruises will last longer than yours. See?"

She slipped off her nightie and her body had some fine lines but the main bruises were where the knots hit making her breasts and pussy look like she was wearinf a purple polkadotted bikini.

I touched one close to her nipple and asked if it still hurt.

"No. Yours don't do they?"

She was right. There was no pain at all although she agreed it really hurt to get them.

Feeling each others bruises made us excited because it made us remember what caused them so I pulled back and said we had better stop before I had to go back to the mall.

She agreed and we got dressed but I couldn't look at her even dressed without picturing her hanging from the ropes so I told her I was going shopping for a bikini but not at the mall with the western store. She agreed it might calm me down.

I went to the downtown mall miles from the western store. I picked up a half-dozen of the tiniest bikinis they had and took them to the dressing room to try them on. The doors to the dressing rooms only hid you from mid-thigh to my armpits but I had never thought much about it before because only women had been in the area.

This time it was different. I heard a woman say, "Sit there so you can help me pick out a dress." I looked over the door to see a man about my Dad's age sitting on a chair. He was looking at me! I acted like I didn't notice and changed into each bikini putting both pieces on the edge of the door so he would know I was naked while I picked out another. It was fun to see him staring. He was practically drooling. When his wife said, "I don't like any of these. I am going to find some others. Just stay put." I used the opportunity to put on a tiny thong bikini and open the door to say, "Do you like this one?"

I turned slowly to show my butt totally bare except for a little strap going up the crack.

Suddenly his wife yelled, "What are you doing. Quit staring at that little tramp. We are leaving!"

I giggled at the little wimp as his wife bitched at him all the way out of the store but I loved the effect the suit had on him and bought it. I would have worn it down the street if I hadn't been afraid of being arrested.

I shopped some more but there were no men around dressing rooms so I finally went home to sunbathe in my new suit.

When I put it on I discovered that the bottom of the triangles would slide on the string going around my back. I pinched the bottom together to make it even more sexy. Now there was just a narrow band barely covering my nipples. I liked the effect and got some thread to tie them that way.

I began to play with the panties and found there was enough slack in the elastic ribbon going around my waist to pinch it together and loop thread around it.

When I was done there was just a little pink from my nipples peeping out the edge of the cloth and the bottom just hid the slit of my pussy. As an after thought I pulled the strap into the crack of my butt until it disappeared.

It was perfect for subathing. I would have tan lines only at my nipples and a narrow line at my pussy.

I went out to the backyard with my radio to lie on a blanket but then some songs I liked came on so I began dancing. I had no audience so I imagined one discovering that if I shook my boobs my nipples would pop out and if I pulled on the part covering my gash the satiny material would rub on my clit.

I spent the afternoon alternately dancing to get me excited in front of my imaginary audience then lying on the blanket to calm down so I could excite myself again.

Time flew and Mom called to have me help make dinner. When I went in Dad was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.

He looked at me shocked then angrily said, "Jesus Christ! What are you wearing?"

"It is my new bathing suit Daddy. It will let me get really tan."

"Bathing suit my ass! Girls at the GOGO joint aren't that naked."

Mom was no help. "It shouldn't show that much. I saw it on a manniken and the pants were wider and the top had triangles to hide her breasts. She has altered it."

"Come here!"

I went over to him and he found the thread I had used to pinch it all together.

"You really want to look like a slut. Don't you?"

He was right but I protested, "No Daddy. I just didn't want tan lines."

Mom said, "She is lying. No decent clothes would show tan lines from a bikini. She should be punished."

He was quick to agree, "Yes she should. Sue, go get my strap off our bedroom wall."

I walked slowly to their bedroom with mixed feelings. I knew the spanking would excite me but it seemed weird to have my Dad do it now that spanking was no longer punishment like it was when I was a kid.

When I entered the bedroom I saw the strap along with his knotted whip and the chain costume Mom had worn. My clit twinged as it grew and any misgivings were forgotten. I grabbed the strap and hurried back to him.

He was still sitting on the kitchen chair and pulled me over his lap then took the strap from my hand.

He began spanking my butt hard enough to make delightful stings that made vibrations go to my clit. I wriggled in excitement while the bulge in his pants pressed against my hip. Before I had hated his spankings on my panties but now it was just exciting.

Just as I was about to peak Mom Yelled, Look at what the little slut has done now. She has bared her nipples. They should be punished too!"

He pushed me off his lap onto the floor. I looked down to see my wriggling and brushing my boobs on his legs had pulled the cloth off both nipples.

He had Mom sit in the chair and put my back to her. She pulled off my top then wrapped her arms around mine and pushed her knees in my back while I knelt with my legs spread. When she pulled back on my arms with her knees in my back my boobs were pushed out trembling and making perfect targets. I was panting in excitement making my boobs heave. He watched them for a moment then brought back the strap.

He hit them up, down and sideways but almost always hitting a nipple. He still didn't hit hard just making stings that brought more excitement as they seemed to radiate through my body. My excitement soared and just as it peaked Mom said, "She was showing off this too." and jerked up on the material at my pussy to pull it into my slit and rub on my clit. I went into orgasms that became stronger as the strap hit my lips made puffy by the material pulled inside. Mom jerked on the material with each lash until my orgasms became so strong I screamed.

Dad must have thought he caused great pain because he dropped the strap and pulled Mom off the chair to drag her into the bedroom.

I just flopped on the floor jerking on my crotch cloth until I became exhausted.

The next morning I got out of bed to look at myself. It was amazing. I didn't have a mark on my body. The deep red I saw the night before had faded completely and the only evidence I had that the whole thing was not a dream was my slightly puffy cunt and a super sensitive clitoris.

That was great! I knew I could be strapped to orgasm as close as the night before seeing Bill without having to try to explain marks to him.

Mom burst into my room while I inspected my boobs marvelling at their healthy pink look with my erect nipples.

"Sue. Thank you for last night. He became really excited. It was great! I was afraid to have him whip me again on my bruises I was afraid they might bleed. Are you mad at me for having him strap you?"

"Are you kidding? I had fantastic orgasms!"

She giggled. "I know. Your Dad thought he hurt you terribly. He is going to bring you home a present to make up for it."

"Oh good. That means he won't hurt me any harder than he did last night."

"I don't think so. He thinks you are more tender than me but he admitted spanking you made him excited so he may want to do it again."

He had satiated my desire for orgasms for the day so I remained dressed and mowed the grass and other chores until he came home.

He called to me to come in where he was sitting with a box on his lap. Mom was kneeling by his side and he was stroking her hair as if she was his dog. I stopped in front of him.

"Sue. I have been thinking about yesterday all day. It was wrong of me to punish you. You are very beautiful and it is natural for you to want to display your body. You just must remember to disply yourself only to loved ones. Your Mom is also beautiful so I have bought some things for both of you to wear. You must keep a robe handy in case a stranger comes to the door.

He handed me a little silk gauze triangle with elastic strings and a similar one to Mom. "Go ahead. Try them on."

I gulped and asked if there was a top.

"There is no need for a top. You both have beautiful firm breasts that don't need support."

Mom got up and started toward the bedroom and I followed but he stopped us. "No. Change here."

Mom and I looked at each other confused. Yesterday I had been punished for a costume that revealed less and now he was asking us to strip naked to put on a costume that would hide nothing.

He explained, "I want you both to be proud of your beauty and to hold yorselves proudly with your tummies tucked in and your breasts high. You look so much alike you will become proud by seeing each other."

That gave us an excuse. We made it good for him by undressing slowly and when we had put on the costume walked around as asked with our best posture.

He complimented our every move and we both became proud and was glad to hear him say that we would wear nothing more than that from now on.

He told us it was important to stay in shape so he took out an exercise video tape and put it in the VCR. He had bought a tape that involved a lot of jumping jacks and twisting exercises to keep our boobs bouncing and swinging. At first it was fun to see him staring at our bouncing boobs but neither of us were used to thirty straight minutes of exercise. When it was over we stood in front of him covered with sweat and kind of slumped.

He looked at us and said, "Your breasts have dropped and your tummies are out. I told you not to do that. You will have to pay a penalty. Sue. Get the strap."

When I came back he had taken off his belt and gave it to Mom.

"From now on any time I see you allowing your boobs to drop or your tummies out you will get five spanks. Naturally the spanks will go to the area that slumped."

He had us face each other and said we would take turns.

Mom started it by swinging his belt against ny boobs. It was not bad at all just a sting that created excitement but I had the best deal. His belt was not as heavy as his strap and my lash to her boobs really made them jump and brought a squeal. On the next she got even by hitting harder. By the time we had reached our tummies we were hitting as hard as we could and I was reaching the peak.

At the tenth Dad grabbed Mom's arm and led her to the bedroom.

I was totally frustrated I had almost made it to orgasm but ten spanks weren't enough. I dug frantically at my pussy but I just couldn't get over the threshold.

When they came back I was sitting on the floor sniffling.

Mom said, "What is wrong, Sue. I didn't hurt you that much."

I sobbed "Oh Mom, it isn't fair. After you are punished Dad makes love to you to let you forget the pain. I have nothing."

Dad said, "Well I can't make love to you. That would be incest and also your Mom drained me but we can help you relieve your frustration."

He went into the bedroom and came back with a replica of his dick made of rubber.

He had me lie on my back then began kissing and nibbling on my nipples. Then he told Mom to get me wet. She knelt between my legs and pulled the little triangle aside and began licking my pussy. It felt wonderful! When I began to pant in excitement she slid the rubber dick into me. That also felt great but got better when she turned a switch and it began vibrating against my clit.

In a short time I had a great orgasm and laid there smiling and pulsating with after shocks while they watched me.

When I had calmed down Mom said, "Do you feel better now?"

"Oh God! That was wonderful. I won't mind a really painful spanking as long as I can have this afterward."

Dad said, "Good. We don't want you to be frustrated because you may be tempted to cheat on Bill. We are sure he will marry you if you keep him pleased and that will be good for all of us."

Bill called the next day to say he wanted to pick me up that afternoon to spend the weekend with him. I think Mom was disappointed he didn't ask her too. She brightened up when Dad said they could spend the weekend in the mountains.

On the way to his house he asked, "Do you love me?"

"Oh yes Bill. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Good. That is why I love you."

That really made me happy because I knew pleasing him made him love me. I got out of my seat to sit on the floor to hug his leg while he stroked my head then he said, "I am very proud of you and would like to show you off. Would you like that?"

I looked up at him adoringly and said, "Do you mean that? Really? I know that you have had girls as pretty as me and they are rich."

"Rich is not important. Other girls have been selfish only thinking of things that please them. I think it is important to you to please me. Is that true?"

"Oh yes! It makes me very happy to please you especially when other girls might refuse you. What can I do?"

"That is easy. Just do as I tell you. Some things may embarrass you or even cause some pain. Does the idea bother you."

"No. You will see! No other girl will obey you like me. Remember? I am your love slave."

He told me that he was having a little party at his house. By the time we got there caterers were setting up a buffet table and stocking a bar by the pool.

He took me upstairs and handed me a large box. It had a beautiful silk dress inside that I pulled out and held against me. It was lovely! I kissed and hugged him then gently rubbed his crotch but he said, "No time for that. We have to get dressed."

I picked up the dress and found that it was really just a half- dress. The silk was just in the front. The back was just elastic cords. I also found it was in two pieces. Bill helped me put it on.

When it was on the top part had cords running from my arm-pits to my waist to hold the top tightly to my boobs and upper stomach with the silk just reaching to my sides. The bottom put cords around my butt to hold the skirt tight below my navel and just below my pussy. The rest of the sil just swirled around my legs to my ankles. It was really sexy. The silk was transparent enough to show my blush-pink nipples and the outline of my legs to my crotch.

He told me to wait until he called so he could arrange my entrance. I spent the time looking at myself in the mirrors finally the phone rang and he said to come down.

I walked slowly down the huge staircase until I saw a half-crcle of girls and guys looking up at me.

Fill waved his arm toward me and announced loudly, "Friends, meet Susan. The love of my life!"

They applauded. I can hardly describe the magnificent feeling he provided for me. He had not only declared his love for me in front of all these people. His entrance for me made me feel like a movie star.

I made it on over to him radiant in the excitement of the applause and the excited faces of the men.

He introduced me to all ten couples but I was so excited I only caught a few names. When I had met them all he said, "Do you like the dress? I designed it myself."

They all said it was beautiful or sexy then he said, "If you like the front you will love the back."

He lifted my arms and twirled me to put my back to them. I blushed having so many people looking at me only covered by the tiny elastic cords. I think if it had just been men I would have just been excited but all the fully dressed girls looking bothered me.

One of the men said admiringly, "That is a truly fine ass!"

Bill laughed and said, "It is firm too!" He slapped each cheek with his hand. The sharp pain made me gasp but I didn't protest.

Then he turned me around and said "If you like her ass you'll love these. He pulled off the top of my dress leaving my boobs bare and shuddering with my excited breathing. When they cheered again he pulled down my skirt.

I stood there stark naked with everyone else fully dressed. I was blushing all down my front.

The men began complimenting my boobs, flat tummy and tight pussy. It must have made the other girls jealous because one of them said, "My tits are as good as hers." and pulled off her dress to be naked too. Other girls began saying their body parts were better and soon all of us girls were naked.

I should have felt more comfortable with all the girls as naked as me but actually I missed being the center of attention. The boys eyes darted toward any of us that moved, danced, or assumed sexy poses.

One of the guys said, "Those elastic cords made some sexy marks on her butt. Looked like whip marks. Too bad they are fading."

I hugged Bill and said, "Bill can put whip marks all over me if he wants. I love him."

He retorted, "Yeah sure." sarcastically.

Bill said, "She means it. She would let me whip her if I wanted to but I don't."

The guy's girlfriend said, "Bullshit. I don't mind if Bob spanks me if I have pissed him off but I would never let him do it just for the hell of it."

By that time we had drawn a crowd and another girl laughed and said, "That's right Sue. Promise him anything. You know he is too nice to take advantage of it."

That made me mad. "I am not lying! He could even let you give me ten lashes."

She sneered, "Big fucking deal. Any of us could take ten spanks on our butts."

I had to admit to myself ten spanks was wimpy and retorted, "I meant you could all give me ten lashes anywhere from my armpits to my knees."

That made them excited and they began chattering among themselves.I heard one girl say." Relax. It isn't going to happen. It is just a bluff."

Bill said, "Sue you are crazy. If we all hit you would get two hundred lashes. No-one could stand that much."

The girl said, "See! The bluff worked."

"Bill.. They don't believe me! Now I don't know if you believe me either. Let them do it."

That began to encourage him I think the convincer was when a guy said, "If she does it we will know you are one of the greatest lovers of all time."

"Alright Sue. You asked for it, but only the girls, and if you want to chicken-out you just have to yell, 'Mercy'." Now go up to our room and pick your instrument out of my closet to use on you."

I rushed upstairs accompanied by their chorus of excited voices.

I opened the closet expecting to see the strap he had made. It was there but he had added things, a big wooden paddle, a riding quirt, a whip made of a broomstick with nylon fish lines that I knew would just tingle and finally a whip that brought immediate excitement. It looked just like the whip Dad had made for Mom except there were no knots. The ends had been glued together then sliced to make tassels.

There was no question that it would be my choice. It would create the combination of excitement of my Mom's whipping plus my dream considering I would have an audience. Best of all this whip did not seems as bad as Mom's and certainly not as bad as the black snake in my dream. I thought I could take a hundred lashes with it without losing their respect by crying "Mercy."

I went back down hugging the whip to my breasts already trembling with excitement. They were waiting for me.

One of the girls took my whip while two others grabbed my arms to lead me into the living room.

Bill had lowered the chandelier and the boys were standing around it. I leaped into a higher plane of excitement as I realized I would be hung up and whipped in front of people just like my dream. I just wished there were hundreds more.

There was another refinement. Bill was holding padded leather wrist cuffs connected by a chain. I held out my arms for him to put them on breathing faster as I realized the chain made it even more like my dream.

He looped the chain over the chandelier and nodded to one of the boys. My arms started going up slowly until my body was stretching. When my heels lifted it stopped.

Bill stepped back and I asked, "Aren't you going to tie my legs?"

"No I want you to be able to protect your crotch if you want to."

Bill kissed me and said, "Are you ready for this? The girls may hit harder than you think."

I said shakily, "Yes. I will make you proud of my bravery. I want to do this for you."

He stepped back and sat down in an ornate dining room chair with arms. My dream was now complete. The other boys sat down on other chairs while their girls either sat on their laps or knelt beside their legs.

The girl who had taken my whip stepped beside me to swing it sharply against my buns. It stung but not terribly and when she finished and handed the whip to another girl I looked out at my audience defiantly.

Someone said, "Hit harder! That didn't even bother her."

The next girl did hit harder and the pain increased but no more than my excitement. She also just hit my butt and thighs."

I began to think that was all they would hit and was thinking of turning so they could see I was being hit hard but was being brave enough not to scream when a boy yelled, "Buffy! Hit her tits. I want to see those big babies bounce."

She did, and hard. A searing pain covered my breasts and nipples. I gasped and whimpered as she giggled and changed positions to make my tits jump and quaver as they were hit up down and sideways.

My excitement rose with my audience who were cheering while Bill gripped the arms of his chair and looked at me in shock.

From that point on all the lashes hit my front except for the times they hit the sides of my hips or thighs to let the tips dig into the crack of my butt or sting my tender inner thighs.

Someone yelled, "That is heating her up. Look at her sweat!"

The pain increased but no more than my excitement. My audience got wild too I saw girls being fucked while facing me sitting on their boyfriends laps or being fucked doggy style so they would not have to take their eyes off me.

Bill was gripping his chair so hard his muscles bulged while he stared at me avidly.

As it went on and on I became so excited orgasms began and my vision blurred from my tears.

Then just as I was about to lose all control I felt a slap to my tit and realized the girl in front of me was saying something. I focused at the next slap with her hand and heard her say, "Damnit. Can't you hear me? Spread your legs!"

I did to feel a searing pain from my pubic bone to my anus. It sent me into a greater orgasm but I still heard someone scream, "Look at her! She is spreading them even wider!"

She kept rising me higher with lash after lash to my crotch and there was no delay when she handed the whip to a girl behind me who began bringing it up between my legs to make the ends fall on the face of my crotch with one or more strands burning my clit.

I had never tried to count the lashes but that must have completed the hundred because they stopped to stare at my sweating convulsing body until Bill stepped up to me. I pleaded, "Please fuck me. Make the pain go away."

Somewhere along the line he had joined the others in removing his clothes so it was a simple matter for him to lift me by my butt cheeks so I could wrap my legs around him to bury his glorious tool into my sopping pussy.

I was weak from my orgasms but I didn't need strength since he gripped my sore butt-cheeks to pump him into me to continue my orgasms until he came and let me slide down our wet bodies until I hung limply from the chandelier.

Someone lowered it and Bill picked me up to cradle me in his strong arms while someone else took my chains off the chandelier.

Bill said, "The party is over gang." and carried me to his bed.

I remained naked and wore my chains that night and the next day but that was good because I would not have wanted to put clothes on the welts covering my body and the chains seemed to help him be excited enough to fuck me two more times.

The next day he said he was going shopping for something really special but he had an idea to keep me occupied while I was gone. He surprised me by putting tight panties on me. It was the first time I was covered since the day before.

He chained me spreadeagled to the four poster bed then went to a drawer to bring back a huge rubber dick and a smaller one. He put the big one in my pussy and the smaller in my ass then turned them on. They began vibrating to create wonderful sensations to my whole lower body then he clamped two other things to my nipples and turned them on to shake and jerk on my pinched nipples.

He walked out just as I began panting and jerking as excitement quickly grew to orgasms. At first I loved it but finally I just couldn't cum anymore and the constant vibration and pain to my raw nipples became pure torture. I jerked and thrust to try to dislodge them until I just laid there crying until the batteries went dead and I could go to sleep.

When I woke up I was untied and he was pulling the rubber dick out of my ass. He said, "They must have done a great job. You were sleeping soundly."

I moaned, "It was too much. I couldn't cum any longer and it became torture. Please don't do it again unless you stay to turn them off when I cry mercy."

"I'll remember to do that but now I have a surprise for you. Can you guess what it is?"

I don't know. Probably sexy clothes or maybe a new whip."

"Wrong. If it were a new whip would you hold a pose for me to use it on you even though you still have welts from the girls?"

"It would hurt terribly but I would do it if you wanted me to suffer that much."

"Good girl. Here is your surprise."

He took a small black box out of his pocket and gave it to me. When I opened it I saw a ring with a huge diamond.

I jumped up to hug, kiss, and thank him profusely.

He pulled my face back by my hair to grin and say, "I know I will never find another girl like you. This can be an engagement ring if you will have me as a husband."

"Oh of course I will marry you. I'll make a wonderful wife for you. I promise I will exercise to keep my figure so you will always be proud of me."

"I'll hold you to that. I may want to show you off again. Will that bother you?"

I gulped and said, "It makes me feel like a slut to go naked but if I am punished afterward I don't feel guilty."

He laughed and said, "No problem. Any time you do something slutty I will punish you."

It was a beautiful wedding. In spite of my fears His parents approved on the condition that I would sign a paper that said if I divorced him I would receive only five thousand dollars. That didn't bother me. I planned to stay married to him forever.

We honeymooned in the Bahama's. It was beautiful. He found a nude beach to give him an excuse to give me a spanking or whipping every night but none were bad and just excited me for great sex.

We got back in time to find a cute apartment to stay while he went to college. He joined the fraternity his father had been in. The first few weeks were a real drag for me because he was gone all day at school or the fraternity and when he came home he had to study.

Worst of all the walls were so thin in the apartment he couldn't spank or whip me without our neighbors hearing us so neither of us could get maximum enjoyment of sex.

He hated being a pledge saying it was humiliating to wear a beenie and have to wait on the established members. Worse for him they would "Swat" him on his butt with a large wooden paddle for the smallest infraction. He had bruises on his cute butt constantly. I felt sorry for him. I would have hated it too because unlike my whippings which started easy then got harder as I became excited he would just be hit two or three times very hard that would only bring pain with no chance for an orgasm.

One night he came home really depressed. He had found out that in a week the hell week he was going through would end in Hell night. An older member told him that would be ultimate humiliation including being "Swatted" on bare skin but when it was over at midnight he would become a full brother.

Perversely his description of having to strip and bend over for swats in front of all those boys excited me.

He said, "I would drop out of the fraternity rather than let those sadistic bastards humiliate me but my Dad would be pissed off and I would lose all the connections for success later."

Since he hated the idea so bad I knew I could definitely prove my love by volunteering to take his place even though I wasd sure it would not be allowed. I said, "Oh poor baby! I would give anything if I could take your place. I wouldn't care what they did to me as long as it made you successful."

He brightened immediately, "You would do that for me! Really?"

"Yes. Unfortunately they probably wouldn't let me. Do you think they might let me do it?"

"Maybe. It is a lawyer fraternity and we are being trained to negotiate."

I felt a little guilty as he hugged and kissed me so impressed with my offer since I was sure it couldn't happen.

He left to talk to the officers of the fraternity which gave me time to think about what I had offered. I could never admit it to him but the idea of all those boys spanking my bare butt excited the hell out of me. It also frightened me because during Hell week he had to carry a fraternity paddle with him to be used if he was unable to remember all the words to their song, their pledge, and all their rules. It was made out of a one by ten board and I knew it would bruise because he had only had to take five spanks on his clothed butt and it had left his cheeks black and blue.

I was kept in suspense until the next day.

He said, "The good news is that they would put it up for a vote and agreed if it was allowed just to use straps or whips to keep you from being badly bruised. The bad news is that if they agree all the members would get a turn and that you would be naked for it so you can be hit from your armpits to wherever your skirt reaches."

I became frightened. I knew they would hit hard from his bruises and had been sure it would not be allowed. Now there was a definite possibility.

"Oh God! How nany members are there in your fraternity?"

"Fifty."

"Jesus. Would they all hit me once?"

"Well. Maybe not. When we get a demerit the minimum is five spanks."

"Oh God. I can't take that many. I would faint long before I took that many. I only got a hundred at the party and that was from girls not nearly as strong as boys."

"This won't be like the party. You took a hundred lashes all at once. This will last from nine to one am. There will be a lot of breaks."

I didn't know how to tell him that I would want quite a few at a time so I could become excited enough to welcome the pain.

I was given a possible reprieve when he went on to say that the other pledges would be given the opportunity to offer their girl friends and would have to give their permission for the substitution. I was sure they would not think it was fair for them to suffer while he escaped. The possibility that other girls might volunteer gave me mixed feelings. They might go easier if other girls were there but that would not make me unique and satisfy my desire to be a martyr.

The next afternoon he came in obviously excited, "They have agreed! They said I will make a great lawyer because no-one had been inventive enough to offer this alternative before. There have been changes in the program. Some good. You won't be alone. One of the other pledges said his girl would take his place and you may be able to trade lashes for other things. For instance the president said that you could take tem less lashes if you did a strip tease. Since you have to get naked anyway that would be like a gift."

"What other things? I won't be asked to fuck them will I?"

"No I told them neither of us would allow that but one of the guys avoided ten spanks by masturbating in front of everyone during Hell week and another avoided punishment by letting us watch his girl suck him. I suppose it might be something like that.

"Would you think I was cowardly to accept humiliation?"

"No,not really. I didn't do it but I was not facing your ordeal."

"The other thing they decided was to have you and the other girl go through Hell night the night before the guys. That way if either of you wants to quit before it is over The other pledge or I will still have to go through it." I said, "I could never let that happen. It would be terribly cowardly for me to quit to let us both suffer."

That would be much better. I had assumed I would just be one of many being punished. Now I could be a true martyr. Even though some of the attention would go to the other girl I hoped I would be prettier and could be more courageous to really impress everyone. I also admitted to myself that having another girl would cut my lashes in half.

"Oh I am glad I won't be alone. Is there anything else."

"Yes. The President said that the administration would frown on this so everyone would have to participate to make sure no-one would report it. Even me."

"Oh Jesus. How many guys will that be?

"Sixty."

"Oh God! I will be just one big bruise!"

"No. Remember you will be able to trade lashes for other things that will just be humiliating. There is another concession I got them to make. You can bring three whips of your choice to be used on you. I suggest you pick out something easy. Unfortunately we just have two with us. The strap and the whip with leather thongs. You can shop tomorrow to see if you can find another or will have to make one. Maybe you can find something even better than the ones we have."

I shopped for hours. I was just wearing a t-shirt and mini skirt Bill didn't let me wear under wear anymore. It was fun to see men staring at my jiggling boobs and bottom. It was amazing to see how many things were available in pet stores, farm stores, and leather shops. Some things looked really bad such as buggy whips, quirts, and stiff rubber thongs.

I ended up in a shop that had leather things for motorcyclists. It had a whole wall of whips but they looked really bad including a knotted whip like Mom's and one without knots like mine that I knew cut deep and caused bad welts.

I was about to leave when a big clerk in leather pants and a Harley t-shirt asked me if he could help me.

"I don't think so. All these look like they would leave terrible welts."

"You didn't look long enough. My old lady calls this her fun whip. Feel it. It is just soft leather boot-laces. All it will do is make you red. Lift up your skirt and I will give you a taste."

I guess all the shopping and imagining how the different whips would feel had created a lot of excitement. Without thinking about it I lifted my skirt up just below my crotch.

He grinned and swung it against the front of my thighs.

He was right! It just caused a sting and tingle that seemed to travel directly to my pussy. My thighs just turned a light red I knew would fade in minutes.

"OOh you are right. There is just a sting and tingle. It could even be used on more tender places."

"Yeah lift up your T-shirt so your tummy can taste it."

I did and that was even more exciting so I lifted my t-shirt to my neck to bare my boobs. He brought the whip across them to spread out to cover nearly all of them with the center thong stinging my nipples. I let it cling above my boobs while I caressed them feeling the tingle radiate then I raised my arms to cross them over my head. He hit them again and when I just gasped he hit once more a little harder. That almost brought me to orgasm. I just had to feel it on my pussy. I raised my skirt as high as I could get it and opened my legs a little. He swung the whip up from the floor to make a sting all over my pussy and grinned as I gasped and opened my legs more. He brought it up again but now my legs were open enough to open my slit and the center thong stung my clit. I came! I immediately felt guilty for letting this strange man make me come and quickly paid for the whip and started to leave.

He smirked and said, "Come back when you want to try some of the others. I have a back room that is soundproof. You can scream all you want."

I just mumbled, "I don't think I'll want that." and left. I fantasized on the way home about all the "Biker" movies I had seen and imagined being whipped and raped by a bunch of dirty mean guys.

When I went in our apartment I stripped to see if I was still red. The marks had faded and I suddenly felt even more guilty to have come with no sign of punishment. I hoped I would be punished severely that night to make up for it.

Bill was no help. He brought home a gold bracelet for me and hugged and kissed me. I felt even more guilty.

It suddenly dawned on him that I might not know how to do a strip- trase. I admitted I had never seen one but I assumed I would just kind of dance around while taking off my clothes.

He told me there was a lot more to it than that and had me dress to practise. He taught me to grind my hips, thrust out my pelvis, and shake my boobs to the music. We decided I would wear a strapless bra that hooked in front, My tiny bikini panties,a pullover blouse and a skirt with an elastic waist. Everything could come off easily and smoothly. At the last moment he decided to remove the little stubble on my pussy to make it look like a little girl's again.

That made us both excited and we made love but I didn't have an orgasm. I began to wonder if I could without the excitement of pain.

On the way to the house it occurred to me that if I had alternatives to the whip some of the boys would not get their turn. I asked Bill how they would decide who would be allowed to whip me. He explained that the seniors would be first then juniors, etc. The pledges may not get a turn.

We got to the house a little early. They gave us strong drinks and took me around to meet everyone. Of course I couln't begin to remember all the names but both of us felt good about all the compliments on my beauty and bravery to do this for Bill.

A little later the other girl, Kim, came in. She was not at all what I expected. She was only about sixteen and dressed unsexily in a baggy sweater and long skirt. She was pretty but her blonde hair looked unkempt and her clothes gave no clue as far as her body was concerned. She looked frightened and accepted a drink gladly. I felt even prouder since no-one was making a fuss over her.

Then the President, David, said, "The cast is here let the games begin." He took Kim and my hands to lead us to a big door that the other guys opened so we could go downstairs. Kim kept looking back at her boyfriend anxiously. Another door was opened and we went into a large recreation room I had visited with Bill when he had pledged.

I knew it was sound-proof because loud rock music had been playing upstairs and when the second door closed I could no longer hear it.

It was all different now. The ping-pong table was gone, The pool table was pushed against the wall, all the furniture was arranged in half-circles facing the front of the room. They had raised the second , third and fourth rows up on pallets so everyone would have a great view.

It was like a theatre with the chairs facing center stage which had ropes and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling and others looped around rings in the floor. I looked at the ropes excitedly knowing I would soon be hanging from them facing the large audience.

Kim looked at them and shuddered letting out a little whimper. I was amazed. If she was so frightened about this. Why did she volunteer?

David told them to sit down then announced, "We have decided on a change for the strip-tease. We are going to allow a thirty lash deduction for the dance. Kim and I looked at each other happy for the bonus but then he added, "There is another change. We have decided to make this a contest to make sure the girls do their best to excite us. The winner will be spared the thirty lashes but the loser will get them after the voting. All in one session."

It dawned on me that if all alternatives were contests no-one would lose his turn.

He flipped a coin to determine who would dance first and Kim was it. I was told to kneel against the back wall until it was my turn after her two songs.

When the heavy beat of music started it was obvious she had not prepared for it. She just kind of walked around in time with the music making no effort to be sexy.She made no indication that she would take anything off until the boys began to clap in unison and yell, "Take it off. Take it all off."

She turned her back to them and pulled off the sweater, then pulled off the skirt to reveal an oversized cotton slip. She began walking around in that but in seconds the boys began yelling again so she turned her back to them and pulled the slip over her head.

I was astounded to see her body in a cotton bra and panties. No- one could have guessed it was that good. Her breasts dwarfed my thirtysix d's and to make them look even bigger her waist was tiny. Not over eighteen inches made to look smaller by her wide hips.

She just kind of moved to the music standing in one spot until the boys yelled at her to turn around.

When she did they cheered. She turned back to me briefly blushing but there was a little smile on her face when she took off the bra. After that she didn't have to dance. Just moving around made her boobs swing and shudder with each step.

she must have worked up her nerve or become excited by the enthusiasm of the boys because she slowly slid down her panties facing them.

Now that she was naked she began walking around again but now she was smiling at all the compliments she heard from the audience. She kept her legs together though to hide her pussy behind the sparse blonde hair.

Finally the second song was over. She stood there awkwardly until David led her back to me and helped me up to put her in my position.

She knelt there with her arm over her boobs and her other hand covering her pussy until David grabbed her hands and placed them on her ankles then told her sternly to leave them there. Finally he pulled her knees apart but as soon as he removed his hand she snapped them back together. He slapped her thigh hard enough to leave an angry red mark and told her to keep them open. Her defiance caused him to pull them open even more to make her blush as her pussy crack opened but she held the position.

Now it was my turn. I did it just as we practised and the cheers never stopped. After I was naked I danced close to the front row so they could touch me as I went by. They loved my hairless pussy and there seemed to be fingers on or in it constantly.

When they got braver and gave me little spanks to my bottom or to the sides of my boobs I just grinned and moved on to let another do it.

When the second song ended I got a standing ovation! I was super excited when David led me back to kneel by Kim. I anticipated him and spread my knees even wider than Kim.

We knelt there waiting for the results of the vote but both of us knew I had won.

Kim whimpered, "You won. I know it. Do you think they will hurt me real bad?"

"I don't think so unless you brought really bad whips. They have all night to play with us."

"I don't know if they are bad or not. Jim said he made them special. They will probably be bad. He will want to get his money's worth."

"What do you mean. Aren't you doing this for love, like me?"

"I don't even like him. If I don't do this his father will foreclose on Dad's farm. Are you really doing this for love?

"Yes. Anything they do to me will just prove my love for Bill. I hope they hurt me a lot so he will know how much I care."

"God. It must be wonderful to love someone that much. I haven't even had a steady boyfriend."

"You mean you have never made love?"

"She blushed and said, "Kind of. I play with myself while fantasizing about movie stars. Do you think I am terrible?"

"God no. I admire your courage. You obviously hate all this. It makes me excited."

"Really! I became excited at the end of my strip but it made me feel guilty."

"Once you have been whipped. You won't need to feel guilty about anything they ask you to do that excites you."

"I suppose you are right. When Daddy spanks me for being naughty I feel a lot better about myself."

David stood in front of us and put his hand on my head to announce I was the winner then he helped us both up to have me kneel between the legs of a guy sitting directly in front of the ropes dangling cuffs.

David brought her to the ropes and began buckling them around her wrists. She looked like a frightened doe. He pulled her legs apart and buckled them to the floor rings then nodded to another guy at the side of the room. He pulled down on the ropes until her feet were pulled off the floor and her skin was tight. Her body looked fantastic but I felt sorry for her because I knew the guys would love hitting her big tits if they got a chance.

Jim brought down a big leather bag he placed at her feet. David reached in to bring out a home-made whip. It was just a piece of broom- stick that had a hole drilled in the end to hold a thick yellow electric extention cord. I gasped knowing the heavy copper wire inside would sink deep into the skin to cause bruises even worse than Mom's whip. She just moaned when he laid it over her shoulder to dangle against her tit while he reached in to get another. It was the same thing except it was smaller lamp cord and had four thongs rather than two. He laid that over her other shoulder and reached in again to bring out the first thing I thought might be bearable. It was a thick leather strap about four inches wide that had been sliced evenly to make six thongs about three feet long.

He made slip knots in two of the thongs and slipped the noose around each breast to force them into balls the size of coconuts and let the handle drop against her open slit.

She gasped and closed her eyes squeezing out tears.

"David said, "Which whip should we use on you for this session?"

She moaned, "I don't know. You choose. No wait! I would like to get this over with quickly. Could three of you use all the whips at once."

"I think we would get in each other's way."

"Not if you hit my front and back at the same time."

"I thought we might save that for later but if that is what you want we can oblige."

He looked at the front row and said, "I need two right handers and a lefty."

Three guys stood up . At least David knew which were the worst. He gave the yellow whip to the first guy and told him to give her ten on her butt then gave the smaller cord to the next guy to give her ten on her tits. On the last man he said, Lucky guy. You get her pussy."

Kim was moaning and shaking her head. Evidentally she thought front and back meant her butt and thighs.

They hit her slightly out of cadence so you could hear the individual "Slaps!" seconds apart. The audience could not see what was happening to her ass but it obviously hurt bad as she jerked her hips forward only to meet the lash to her pussy followed instantly by a lash to her big tits that made them jump and twist. She screamed then kind of howled with tears flowing as the pain never stopped.

It was all over in less than a minute. I decided I would never ask for that because I could not change that much pain into excitement in such a short time even though it might be best to get it over with quickly.

She hung her head sobbing, with welts on her boobs and a thoroughly red pussy. I couldn't see her butt. It was surely a mess.

Jim came up to her and said something in her ear. She looked frightened then said, "Thank you. You whipped me just as I asked you to." He wasn't satisfied and had her say it louder.

That seemed to relieve the guys who had watched her sob with worried expressions. They all cheered at her statement.

They released her and then did a wonderful thing. The three guys who had whipped her began putting some kind of ointment on all the places they had hit. It must have been a pain killer because she stopped sobbing in a few moments. The sobbing changed to little short breaths and she soon had a little smile on her face. We all stared as their big hands lifted and stroked her boobs and slid over and into the lips of her pussy until she became so excited she began slowly twisting her hips to press their hands into her.

She must have been close to orgasm when they stopped because she looked frustrated when two of the pledges gave us drinks. While we sipped the strong drinks we stood facing them I noticed Kim had lost all traces of modesty.

I asked Kim if she felt better now and she told me that all the pain had gone away and that she was so excited she was vibrating. When we finished our drinks David made another announcement.

"Now we will see which of the girls gives the best hand job. Give me four pledges."

While they were undressing Kim asked, "What is a hand-job?"

I could hardly believe she didn't know. "You put their dick in your fist and pump up and down on it. It is the way boys play with themselves."

"Really? That won't hurt us will it? It might be fun."

We watched the boys undress with mounting excitement. When they were nude David had us lie on our backs with a boy on each side. He put our hands on their dicks and I knew it would not take long because they were already very hard.

I don't think Kim had ever seen a hard dick before. Her eyes darted from one to the other as she gently stroked them with her fingers.

David announced we will test to see if they are ambidextrous. Give me the stop-watches. We will count the seconds from when one of the guys you are holding cums until the other does it. The boys that hold off longest will give one lash for each second."

It turned out to be mutual masturbation because the boys could not resist using their hands on our boobs and pussies as we pumped their dicks.

I felt my right hand get wet as he grunted and began to concentrate harder on the left. He was cheating! I could hear him doing the multiplication table to distract himself. It took thirty-six more seconds before he began spurting.

Kim took forty four seconds and began to whimper to think that she was about to get even more lashes than she had received before.

I went to her and hugged her then asked, "Would you like me to take my whipping first?"

"Oh yes! Would you? I want to put it off as long as possible."

David demurred. "We had planned to whip both of you at once. I planned a concession. We would average the seconds to make it forty each and you can choose your whip.

"Oh Kim. Agree to that! You will get two less and we can use my whip. It is not as bad as yours."

"Yes but that is not fair to you. We will take thirty-six together and then I will take four more."

David yelled, "Does that sound good to you, guys?"

They all yelled in agreement and Bill brought down a sack with my whips.

When I took them out they looked really wimpy next to hers but Kim looked at the bootlace whip with it's three foot thongs in fear. She whispered, "That looks evil. You won't pick it will you?"

I whispered back. "Don't let it fool you. It is the easiest one although it looks the worst. Look brave and choose it."

I held it up. She gulped and in a quavering voice said, "You can use this one."

They all cheered and then the boys in the front row jumped up to help tie us. We were hung up back to back sideways to the audience the our ankles were cuffed together with ropes tied from the cuffs to the ceiling then the ropes were raised until we were almost doing the splits. As a final touch one of the big guys took off his belt to put around our waists to squeeze our butts together.

I know it may sound perverse but it was fantastically exciting to be tied that way in front of all those excited men. My pussy was split open to the point that when one of the boys cupped my pussy in his hand his three center fingers slid in past the outer lips with his middle finger pressing and rubbing my clitoris.

I must have been very wet because he seemed surprised when he said, "My God this is exciting you."

"Oh yes.. Please whip me first."

Some boy in the audience said, "Kim's whipping was over too soon. You should count to ten between lashes so we can see them all."

David agreed and Kim whimpered, "Oh I wanted it to be over quickly."

I was glad because that would let me feel the sting travel to get me excited.

David had been lining up the boys to whip us and the first boy drew back the whip and brought it across my breasts. It made the exciting sting but Kim let out a small scream and I realized he was standing so close that the thongs close to the handle were hitting me with the ends going around my sides to hit her.

They were cheating us! Each lash would hit both of us but I didn't care! Each lash just raised my excitement and when the next boy hit Kim the ends coming around made a sharper sting that made it even better.

I looked down to see my boobs jump and quiver under the thongs then looked out at the audience staring at us in fascinated silence to hear the "Snap!" of the whip.

The ten lashes completely covered our tits so they started working down our bodies until they had to hit diagonally to let the whip go between our legs. That put me into orgasm and I thought Kim might be there too because she was grinding and pumping her butt into mine with each lash.

Finally we were to the last four lashes and the guy stood in front of Kim to bring it up in her pussy with the ends snapping into me just below my navel.

Someone yelled, "Back up a little." he followed their advice and now the ends exploded right on my splayed pussy and clit. The next two brought on unbelievable orgasms.

They took off the ropes to our legs and when they were down we clenched and released our legs to allow the orgasms to taper off. My inner thighs were wet from liquid dripping out of my pussy and we were covered with sweat.

Two boys brought cool wet towels to blot up the sweat and our juices and this also stopped the pain and cooled our hot skin.

When our breathing returned to normal they untied us and helped us to the couch where they brought us drinks.

Kim and I gulped our drinks and they brought more. Then David asked, "Are you alright." Kim and I agreed we were fine except we were exhausted. He agreed we should be and said we could take a break and just mingle.

When I was rested I went to the back of the room to kneel by Bill.

"Am I doing alright? Are you proud of me? I am doing this for you."

"Yes I am very proud. Everyone thinks you are beautiful and very, very brave. They think I am very lucky to have found you."

He gave me a deep kiss then said, "Go ahead and mingle. I know they all want to see you close up. We can't blame them if they want to touch you. You have made them very excited. I won't be jealous even if you enjoy it."

They had got up from their chairs to get drinks too so I walked over to the bar for a refill. Bill was right. They gave me one compliment after another and everyone wanted to lift my breasts to compare the white underneath to the redness across my nipples and to spread my pussy lips to see if the normal pink of the inner parts had reddened.

I saw Kim was mingling too and went over to her. She had a blissful smile on her face as boys caressed her breasts, pussy and butt. When she noticed me she giggled and said, "These drinks are going through me. Do you know where a bathroom is?"

I did and realized my bladder was full too. We went to the bathroom hand in hand.

When we got inside she hugged and kissed me mashing her boobs into mine and said, "I love you.You are a genius to get them to use that whip. The whips Jim brought just hurt terribly but yours made me excited. I came! Do you believe that?"

"Yes. I came too. I am glad to know other girls can get off on pain. I thought I might be perverted."

"Oh no! It is just the situation. I am a real baby normally. I cry if I stub my toe but this is entirely different. At the end I was wanting them to hit harder."

"Yes." I giggled, "And best of all our boyfriends think we are suffering terribly for them. Actually this has me so turned on I would give them all blow-jobs if they asked me."

She looked puzzled and said, "What is a blow-job."

I had forgotten how naive she was and explained.

"That sounds gross. Does it taste bad?"

"No. All these boys bathe regularly. It will be like sucking your thumb only bigger. You can spit out their cum if you want but it doesn't taste bad either."

Kim said, "Let's pee and go back. It is great to get all the compliments and feel their hands on me."

We mingled for awhile then David came up to us to say, "Are you ready for the next phase?"

We were more than ready. By then we were so excited by all the fodling we just nodded our heads.

"Good. We can give you a choice. You can simultaneously whip each other or we can have another contest.

"I said "I don't want to hurt Kim."

"I don't want to hurt Sue either.

"Then it will be the contest. We want to see which of you gives the best blow-jobs. The one who gets the most guys off in ten minutes will be the winner."

"I don't think Bill will like that."

He said you might object but it is alright with him. Right Bill?"

Bill said, "Yes. It will be better than seeing her hurt."

Jim stood up to say, "Kim will do it."

I have two concessions for you. Your mouths may get dry so there will be a full glass of water by you at all times and so you may get some pleasure from it the pledges will take turns licking your pussies."

That made Kim giggle but he had not given us the bad news. The penalty for the loser.

"What does the winner get and what happens to the loser?"

"The winner will get a five lash reduction for everyone she gets off. The loser will take her whips to the men who have not whipped you. You will offer them their choice of whips, Their choice of the body part they want to whip and assume the position they want you to be in. You won't be tied but if you get out of position he can start over. You will get five lashes for each person your opponent gets off."

Kim looked stricken. I knew immediately what was wrong. She pictured someone using that terrible yellow whip on her boobs or pussy.she had purple welts on her butt from it.

I hugged her and said loudly, "Good luck." but I also whispered "Do your best. I'll try to let you win."

They placed us kneeling on the floor with our legs spread. Our hands were hand cuffed behind our back so we could not cheat by using our fingers to stroke them while we sucked. A pledge slid under me from behind and I felt the wonderfulness of his tongue stroking my clit.

It really didn't take any skill. The boys were so excited from seeing us whipped and fondling us they took very little time to get off. I was glad the pledges had been told they would lick one minute then be replaced because if they had changed evry time their "Brother" had cum the delay in sustituting lickers would not have let me get off.

After the second boy had flooded my mouth my licker was changed and I used the delay to gulp down some water and look at Kim. She was having the same experience. The boy in front of her had barely put his dick in her mouth when he came.

Some of the boys were nasty. They would pull out their dicks when they came to put spurt after spurt on my face. That was really humiliating but I had the consolation of a tongue in my pussy to keep me in a state of excitement.

When the time was up I knelt there panting in excitement from the orgasm I had reached from having my pussy licked.

David announced. "Kim won! With an even dozen!"

I suddenly realized cum was dripping from my face and I felt terribly humiliated. I asked if I could go to the bathroom to wash.

Jim yelled, "Kim can clean her with her tongue!"

Kim made no protest. She began licking and sucking on my face. When she got close to my ear she whispered, "This is the least I can do for letting me win." It wasn't really true it had just been a matter of luck in my getting guys with more restraint but it felt good so I didn't argue. When my face was clean someone yelled, There is some on her tits." She licked and sucked them all over even lifting them to lick the undersides that couldn't possibly have cum. I became excited again but then David said it was time for me to pay the penalty and told the next twelve guys to come forward.

They left my handcuffs on to make me feel more vulnerable.

They seemed to enjoy having me hold poses presenting the part they wanted to spank even more than hurting me. They didn't hit hard but it was only pain because the delays and the short sessions of five spanks could not let me get super excited. One pose brought an orgasm because the pose itself was painful and it allowed the thongs to hit my clitty on each lash. Two guys picked me up by my legs while balancing me by gripping my shoulders. Two other guys brought over chairs they put under my heels. When they slowly let my torso down I was doing more than the splits and my hips ached as they threatened to dislocate. One of the guys yelled, "Wow! That really opens her pussy. Look! You can see clear inside!"

I felt humiliation along with the pain only to increase when the boys took their hands off my shoulder to squeeze my breasts tightly under their big hands then used them to lift me up and down to let the boys see my lips move open even wider. They finally tired of the game and another boy began bringing my thonged whip between my legs to "Slap" then drag over my clit as it went on up my stomach only to drop to "Slap!" again. I came at the fifth and they let me calm a bit

Before bending me over forward to a ninety degree angle and then pulled back my face with my hair. A boy picked up my strap and began hitting the sides of my breasts. My big boobs got me in trouble. The boys loved watching them bounce and tremble so they held me in that position for fifteen more lashes hitting every part of them with the last five all going across my nipples. I came so hard I screamed and they gave me a break to have two more drinks so I could calm down

They took me over to the pool table and had me kneel there while they tied my hand cuffs to my ankles then used two more ropes to pull my knees apart to tie to the ball pockets on each side.

It was a great position for them because they could hit my boobs, stomach and pussy easily. They gave me my last thirty which brought on an orgasm so powerful I must have passed out because the next thing I remembered I was lying on my back untied and the boys were caressing salve on me.

My body was glowing red and Kim said, "Don't hit her anymore. She has had enough. I'll take whatever is left."

David said. "I don't think you can stand it. The two of you still owe one hundred and thirty. But since you are being good enough to volunteer I think we could settle for half at sixty-five if you took them all at once. Right guys?"

They all agreed saying that was plenty but argued they would not all get a turn so David said the sophomores could have three and the pledges two.

Kim gulped then said, "I think I can take that many if you use Susan's whips."

They all cheered. Me too because I was still too sore to want anymore.

They put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles then tied the wristcuffs to ropes hanging drom the ceiling. I assumed she would be tied standing, spreadeagled but then one of the boys wrapped his arms around her stomach and lifted her laying face down horizontally while two other boys tied ropes to her ankle cuffs. When the boy holding her waist let her down she was doing a back-bend with her arms and legs spread wide to keep her balanced. As a final touch they used a smaller rope to tie to her hair to pull her head up so we could see her griefstricken face.

It must have been very uncomfortable because she strained to straighten her back only to let down again. The boys stared at her big boobs moving with her efforts. I knew they would be favorite targets.

They were! The boys loved hitting the outside of one to see it smash into the other then hit between them to make them jump into her armpit. Her boobs got forty of the sixtyfive with the remainder going to her pussy or the crack of her butt. She was screaming but I could tell she was getting off by the liquid splattering when her pussy was hit.

She was still conscious when they took her down and laid her on the pooltable for several hands to put on salve. In a few moments her sobs turned to moans and she squirmed and raised her boobs or pussy against the hands with a smile on her face. She was arching like a cat being stroked.

She finally let out a sigh and settled down.

Two of the boys pulled her to a sitting position and handed her a drink. She gulped it down and was given another.

David took my hand and led me over to her then held up both our hands and said, The champions! Let's have a cheer for two very brave girls."

We stood there smiling in triumph. I think we both knew the boys would never have gone through what we had. Jim and Bill brought us our clothes and we walked to the bathroom slowly to put them on so the boys could have one last chance to fondle us.

When we got inside Kim turned to me excitedly to say, "God! That was a fantastic experience!"

"Yes, but I felt sorry for you. Your poor tits must be awfully sore."

"No! They are tingling and swollen but they don't hurt. Feel how firm they are.

I did. It was amazing! I prided myself on my firm boobs but hers felt like they had been pumped up."

She suddenly looked sad, "Oh god, Sue. After tonight just sex will be boring."

"I am sure Jim will be happy to whip you."

"Oh no. He is too mean. I have done what he asked. I am going to stay away from him. Could you and Bill whip me sometime?"

"No I don't think so. You are much too beautiful to be around Bill. I would be jealous because I know he would want to fuck you. Give me your phone number though. Some of the boys were not mean when they whipped you. The next time I come here with Bill I will give them your number."

We were dressed by then. Jim pounded on the door and said, "Come on let's go. I am in a hurry to fuck your brains out."

Kim blushed and said, "I agreed to that too but I'll bet he is a lousy lover."

Bill was very happy with me. He made love to me twice and the next day took me shopping for clothes. He said he was sorry he had put me through that ordeal and that it would never happen again.

I didn't believe that but I let him think I had suffered terribly for him. That may have been a mistake. When we went to adinner at his fraternity one of the guys asked when they could see my lovely body hung up again and he said, "Never! She has gone through "Hell Night" for me. That is enough."

He hasn't whipped me since that fantastic night. I have been trying to think of a way to let him know I would enjoy it but I don't know how to do it without looking like a pervert. I am going to have to do something. Kim was right. Sex is nothing without the excitement of exhibiting my nude body and experiencing pain.

THE END