The next was made of cashmere. It had a scoop neckline that barely covered my nipples. Again the skirt was to be hemmed up. The material felt good on my skin and I realized that my outfits so far all had that quality of sensuous caressing of my skin.

The next was simply a black leather micro-skirt with two suspenders about three inches wide coming across my breasts over my shoulders and to the back of the skirt. It was made of some sort of very soft leather, possibly deerskin and molded itself perfectly to my curves. The skirt was not quite short enough for him but when I bent over for him it still exposed much of my ass while the suspenders loosened to expose my nipples.

"Well for the office I would like the skirt a little shorter. It is a good compromise though. With a blouse she can wear it on the street."

I was a little embarressed at the thought of being out in public but then I decided I was being silly. I had been stark naked in front of a lot of people all day and had just enjoyed the compliments. When he brought over a beautiful white silk embroidered blouse to try on. I decided I would be proud to be seen in it anywhere.

I loved the feel of the leather and silk on my skin and reluctantly removed them when I was told to undress.

Then they brought out panties for me to model for them. The ones Mr. Marker chose were simple "G-strings" made of either transparent material, lace, or silk gauze.

I was relieved when Mr. Marker picked out two long coats of cashmere or vicuna for me to wear over the outfits out of the office as I could not imagine going home in any of these costumes on the bus.

I stood in front of them impatiently waiting to see the next dress. Mr. Marker looked at me standing there with my hands crossed over my pussy.

"Let your hands fall to your sides and open your legs. Whenever you are standing naked I want your legs to be apart. Remember that! Now then, you were ten minutes late. Your penalty will be twenty lashes with ten to your breasts and ten to your pussy."

That frightened me a little since I remembered my breasts and pussy were by far the most sensitive spots on my body but I also remembered the fantastic orgasm. It had taken more than twenty to get it. It occurred to me that if I asked for more on less sensitive places it would make it easier to take the lashes on more sensitive areas. I didn't want to admit to myself that I also hoped for an orgasm.

"Mr. Marker. I don't have a good excuse for being late. I should get ten to my bottom and ten to my thighs as well."

"Good for you. I was giving you a break since this will be your first real punishment.I am glad you realize you deserve more."

I was happy he was pleased although saying this was to be my first punishment seemed to mean my earlier whipping was minor. I became frightened at his next statement since it indicated the man who had made it exciting would not be doing it.

"Since the main inconvenience was to Mr. Weiss he will provide your lashes. Although you managed to stay in position very well at the last session I believe we will secure you for this one."

When this was said it became obvious that this was not Mr Weiss's first time. He scurried over to a closet to bring out four leather cuffs with chains attached. While he was taking two of the chandeliers down from the hooks in the ceiling I became a little frightened over the possibility he may hit harder than Mr. Marker had. I had no thought of protesting the whipping, but hoped for a compromise.

"Sir. Could you give me the last twenty?"

"No. That would not be fair to Mr. Weiss. The last twenty go to your nipples and pussy."

"Please. You are my Master you should finish with me. Let him have his forty on other areas. Then you can give me twenty more at the end on my sensitive parts."

"Have you ever had sixty lashes?"

"No but I think it will be worth it if you finish. I know you do not hit too hard. I don't know about Mr. Weiss. He looks mean."

He did too. He had an evil look on his face as he hurried to get my bonds ready.

"Alright I will accept your suggestion but you may regret it."

I didn't know what he was talking about. How bad could twenty more lashes be since I was sure he would bring me to orgasm. I was to find out.

They moved the table out of the way and spread my legs very wide to hook them to folding rings in the floor. Then they looped the chains over the ceiling hooks and pulled the end hooks down to clip them onto the chain. I was facing the large mirror. I was so vain! I was proud of the way my body looked in the stretched position. My breasts were standing out with no crease at the base and my tummy was perfectly flat. My only concern was the fact that with my legs that far apart the lips of my cunt were open making it likely the center lash would hit the soft, tender inner part.

They stopped to admire the way I looked and I again felt very proud as Mr. Weiss told Mr. Marker that I was really beautiful and Mr. Marker agreed. Mr Marker reminded Mr. Weiss to give his forty to my back, butt, and thighs. I was sure I could take the pain easily in those areas and was beginning to be anxious for the whipping to begin as my excitement rose with the anticipation.

He cheated from the start. He hit my back alright but stood close enough for the ends to come around my body to hit the sides of my breasts. The first lash hit the side of my right breast and was much harder than I had been hit before. It made my breast slap against my other one.Then he back-handed my back to bring the ends to my left breast. My breasts jumped under the lash ten times making them throb and burn. Then he began to bring the lash to the back of my thighs causing me to scream when the ends snapped against my tender inner thighs. On the last two the ends jerked my pussy lips apart. It hurt so much I welcomed the next lash across my butt that put the tips on my heart shaped cunt hair and my screams turned to moans and yips as the lash continued down to contort my pussy lips.

He stepped back and gave the whip to Mr. Marker. I sobbed as I remembered his saying that all of his would be to my nipples and pussy but at the same time I was fantastically excited at the prospect. The first one came across my nipples and the pain increased a lot to make me scream. My nipples popped out as if begging for more. I continued to scream with each lash as my tits bounced around on my chest with each blow. Incredibly when he stopped for a moment before beginning on my crotch I felt the burning from my breasts seem to travel down my stomach to excite my clitoris. He finished up by facing me to bring the lash up from the floor to land directly on my gash. I was just at that terrible moment just before you come when he stopped. I was pumping my hips furiously in an effort to get over the threshold to the relief of climax when he moved to my rear. I had my eyes clenched shut panting and pumping when my pussy exploded with pain. My eyes popped open as I screamed to see in the mirror thongs from the whip appearing between my legs with the ends landing in the area of my clit. Only the outer lashes were hitting the inner cheeks of my ass the center ones were wrenching my anus and pussy into wild contortions. The sight of this just seemed to add to the excitement as I began orgasm after orgasm each stronger than the last.

They left me hanging there panting, with perspiration and my pussy juices running down my body as my orgasms subsided.

Mr.Marker helped Mr. Weiss get the rack of clothing out of the office and came back to me. By this time I felt very weak as I took deep shuddering breaths.

He seemed concerned and asked me how I was. I whimpered "Oh God. My whole body is burning!"

"I am not surprised. Remember I only expected you to get twenty lashes. You asked for the other forty."