"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.