Later Trish called to ask me to lunch. After we had ordered she said excitedly, "We found a great new way to fuck. I sit on his dick and he spanks my butt while I go up and down. I got a great climax!" I admitted we had done that too and the spanking didn't seem so bad while being fucked." "So bad? It just made it twice as thrilling. When we were done my butt was all red and tingly but at the time it didn't hurt at all." "Yeah but it is a lot different just to be spanked. You feel terribly humiliated." "I suppose but I may try it anyway. It makes a real Tarzan out of Mike." This was embarrassing me so I changed the subject. "I called Meg but she didn't call back." "Yeah I know. She is mad at you. Actually she is mad at all of us. She is a real feminist and thought you were being hurt. We knew you weren't really."

"But I was hurt!" "Ah come on. Your butt was back to normal color when you came back." I said, "It did sting and it was really embarrassing to bend over that chair with my bare buns showing." She laughed! "Give me a break. Your bare buns were out there all day." I gave up and suggested we go shopping. I still had money from Vegas. I got home about six and as instructed changed into a filmy thong panty and top. then checked the menu for dinner. He arrived later. I met him at the door and made a turn so he could approve of my choice in lingerie. "He said, "You look beautiful baby, that's why I love you. I have been thinking about what you said. You are right. It must be humiliating to be treated like a naughty child. I have the solution. Open that box." He pointed to a long skinny box he had dropped on the entry table. I opened it to see a neatly folded whip! I lifted it out by the handle and six leather thongs unfolded to reach from my waist to my ankles. I had seen someone whipped in a pirate movie. It had been awful it left bloody stripes on his back. I shuddered and said, "Oh no! You wouldn't whip me. I'll bleed!" "No. The guy at the store said this was better than a belt because the edge of a belt could cut. These have rounded edges and will only leave welts if it is used super hard. It can be used all over your body so you can be treated like an adult." I whimpered, No. Please! I couldn't stand it." "Hey. That is up to you. As long as you are good you won't be whipped."

He hung the whip on our bedroom wall so it was the first thing I saw in the morning. It really encouraged me to be good. I kept the house spotless and went to the gym everyday to make sure my body did not get flabby since he had added another rule to keep good posture with my tummy in and boobs out. It wasn't all work though. We went out for dinner and dancing about three times a week just walking into places while other people had to wait in lines for hours. Later he brought home a long rope with paddled leather wrist cuffs he hung by the whip and then tortured me by pointing out how I could be hung from the chandelier in the living room or the open beam in the rec-room. It scared me and I was very careful to please him even humiliating myself by unzipping his pants to slide out his dick and suck it like a cheap hooker in an alley. I am sure it frustrated him because he began making careful inspections of the house and seemed disappointed when everything was perfect. I loved it. A whole month went by with no problems. I found the house was easy as long as I spent time everyday on it and I had plenty of time for shopping, work-outs and nice lunches. He got nicer and even let me pick out some of my clothes with the proviso that I would have to return them if he didn't like them. At the end of the month after dinner he went to his office to pay bills. Shortly after he came into the kitchen where I was loading the dishwasher. He tried to look angry but he was also excited as he said, "What did I tell you when I gave you a credit card?" "You said I could charge up to one thousand per month. Why?" "Look at this." He handed me a statement with a balance due of 1250.50. I'll never forget that amount. It brought about the moment I had feared. I said fearfully, "There has to be a mistake. I am sure I didn't spend that much." Actually I couldn't be sure. The stores we shopped at did not put price tags on things and sometimes I never asked. I went down through the bill amazed at the figures. The lunch and drinks I had paid for Trish, Audrey and Buffy had cost over three hundred after adding in their 15 tip and taxes. The cute little leather short- shorts I guessed at a hundred were three hundred and a silk blouse was four fifty. The rest was for lunches and ear-rings. I said lamely, "I am sorry. I have money. I'll pay you."

He said sternly, "This isn't about money. It is about trust. You promised you wouldn't spend over a thousand. You know what that means. Don't you?" "Oh God. You want to whip me. Please don't. I am so frightened. I don't want to be scarred!" "I won't scar you damnit. You know you deserve this. Even a dumb blonde like you could have kept the receipts to add them. Admit it!" It was true. I was ashamed to be so careless and I remembered that the whip was no worse than the belt. I mumbled, "I guess I deserve it." He seemed relieved I had committed myself and said, "Good Girl. I will give you a chance to make it easy. Wait here." I stood there as he ran out really frightened now that I was committed. I could grab a robe and run away but to what? I had very little money and my only friends were mainly his. Meg wouldn't talk to me and the other girls I was sure would just think I was cowardly. He came back to hand me some computer paper and said, "You want to be an actress. I have made a scenario that excites me. If you can do it convincingly I will just hit you lightly. If not you will still be sore tomorrow." I began reading a script I guess, although there was little dialogue. I was to walk into the rec-room where I would see the wrist cuffs hanging from the beam. On seeing them I was to take off my clothes and reach up to hang on to the ropes. Then he was to come in and I was to let go of the ropes and kneel in front of him to say, "Please whip me. It will make us both excited." then I would go to the cuffs where he would buckle them on. Pull up my arms and begin whipping me.

I said, "I think I am too frightened to be convincing. "Okay. We will do it the hard way." I was sure that whip would be awful used hard and I quickly said. "No, Let me try." "Okay. Go put on a dress and the high heels." I went to our bedroom and grabbed the first dress I saw afraid if I delayed I may lose my nerve. When I went back down the rope was hanging over the beam and he had taken off his clothes just wearing a towel around his waist. As instructed I slowly took off my clothes staring at the cuffs the whole time. Then I went to them and reached up to pull on them and slowly turned to face the door. He whispered. "Great. Your fear just looks like excitement." Then he walked in. I let go of the ropes and knelt by his legs saying my line but he made me do it over and over not happy until I held his legs to press my boobs into his thighs to look up at his face to say breathlessly, "Please Whip me. It will make me so excited." I had muffed the line but he was happy with it and pulled me to my feet to lead me over to the cuffs. He buckled them tightly then went to the side to pull down on the rope until I was stretched then tied it to the faucet I used to water the pool plants. He came back to me and turned me to face the mirror-like wall. The girl in the mirror looked so helpless but her moans of fear only looked like excitement as her breasts heaved in heavy breathing.

He began whipping my back below my shoulders. He hadn't lied. There was just a light sting as it "Snapped!" on my back. He methodically worked down aiming carefully to make sure there were no white areas above. The "Snaps! seemed louder but it didn't sting much worse. He finished at my thighs just below my ass. He kissed me then turned me around to start on the front of my thighs. They protected my pussy and I was amazed to find the stings were no worse although the whip was a blur coming in to me. He continued upwards and incredibly it was exciting me. Even the ones to my boobs weren't bad. He dropped the whip staring at my sweat soaked red body shuddering and panting then pressed against my front to unbuckle the cuffs. I don't know why I did the next thing. It wasn't in the script. When the buckles were loose I slid down his body and pulled off his towel to capture his throbbing hard dick in my mouth and sucked avidly until he grunted and shot cum in to my throat. He picked me up and carried me to our bed where he licked me until I came and by then his dick was hard enough to fuck me again. When he came he said, "Jesus. I am dry. Go get us a drink." I went out naked and made two large scotches and water from the ice water I had set out for his before dinner drink. When I went back to the bedroom he had turned the lights up bright. I paused to look at myself in the mirror. The redness had already faded to a light pink and there were no bruises. He said, "You might make a great actress. Going down on me at the end was inspired."

I didn't want to admit the whipping had excited me so I said, "I was grateful you didn't hit hard. See. The red is almost gone." "That is a great whip. It looked like it really hurt." I didn't want him to think he should have hit harder and said, "It did hurt. I just knew it could be worse." "Well your debt is paid but the limit still applies." "I know. I will keep track of the receipts from now on." "God you were great. Your body never looked lovelier than it did hanging like that. You should see it." "I did. I saw myself in the glass. I did look good. Didn't I? "You looked fantastic. I'll get the tape."

I suddenly remembered the video cameras and knew he had taped the whole thing. He came back to stick the tape into the VCR to rewind it while our big screen TV warmed up. When he pushed "Play" There was just the door for awhile then I walked through it to do my strip. He was right. My trembling and fearful look could easily be interpreted as excitement. My asking for the whipping was repeated of course but he said,"When get through editing this thing it will be perfect." I noticed that when he got to my butt he began hitting harder and also my front. That was strange. At the time it seemed no worse than the first one. I divorced myself from it and watched it as if the girl on the screen was some stranger. It turned him on again and he fucked me doggy style so we could watch my boobs dance under the whip as the nipples became long and hard.