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.