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!"