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.