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."