He switched on the answering service and locked the door as he led me into the conference room and had me help him move the table. I knew what was going to happen so I took off my clothes while he went to the closet for the cuffs and whip.

He strung me up as I had been for Mr. Weiss's spanking and proceeded to cover every inch of my torso from my shoulder blades to the inner thighs just below my butt and then went to my front to whip me from the tops of my breasts finishing with several upper-cuts to my splayed pussy. He hit much harder than he had before but by starting on my back then moving to my butt and thighs causing tremendous stimulation running to my crotch my excitement made me glory in the pain even to my more sensitive breasts. The first lash to my open pussy sent me into orgasm which just got stronger as the lash became wet and made a "Splatting!" sound as the thongs seemed to go deep into my body.

While I was still hanging there in the throes of climax he dropped his pants and shorts and drove his throbbing dick into me pulling me back and forth creating even more stretch to my arms and legs. After he came he untied my legs but only loosened my wrists to leave me standing there. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I looked wild! My whole body was glistening with my perspiration which seemed to make the whip marks glow and my breasts were heaving from my deep breathing.He just left me there as after-shocks hit my glowing red body while he went back to his phone still naked. Finally he released me. I wanted to let him know I was not angry about the whipping and decided the best way to prove it was to slip to my knees and take his cock in my mouth without being forced as my husband had done. It was my ultimate submission which he recognized by saying, "Yes. Now you know your place. You can always thank me for my mercy this way."

I swallowed his cum as my husband had insisted and looked up at him happy that he was smiling at me.

He led me to the shower. I was hoping he would join me and stayed in longer than I needed to. Finally he came in the bathroom fully dressed to my disappointment and told me to get out so he could dry me off. I was grateful for even this bit of tenderness.

He told me to go on home so I dressed. Just as I was leaving he stopped me to give me a kiss. I was so happy that he was no longer mad at me I skipped over to my car.

My daughter was still not home from school so I went into the bathroom to put some salve on the places the lashes had hit in the same place that were oozing a little blood. Even they seemed worth it as it had made Mr. Marker excited enough to fuck me to continue my orgasms.

Suddenly the door popped open and my daughter stood there with a shocked expression on her face.

"Jesus Mom! What happened to you!"

"I did a dumb thing at work so I had to be punished."

"Did you deserve that!?"

"Yes. I know you won't understand but I agreed to be whipped if I was bad."

"Well I guess you have no reason to complain. Does it hurt awfully?"

"No not really. Actually somehow it was very exciting. The only place I hurt is where the lashes crossed over. See?"

I pointed to a spot that had a small scab on it and she took the salve out of my hand and gently began to put it on my welts. I was embarrassed when she got to my pussy and said.

"I have never seen your pussy before. The heart is really cute. Could you shave mine that way?"

I laughed. "It might cause quite a bit of talk in the locker room when you take your shower."

"I would like that. I need to do something to impress the girls. I am the new kid and they just ignore me."

"I'll think about it. My muscles are a little sore from being hung up. Would you give me a massage?"

That got her attention.

"What do you mean hung up? I want to hear every little detail about your whipping."

We went into my bedroom and she got some baby oil and began to rub my arms, back and legs. While I was getting the soothing massage I told her how Mr. Marker had told me to take off my clothes and had hung me up and whipped me. She wanted every detail of the cuffs, the whips and how they felt when they hit my breasts and pussy. I noticed she was shaking a little as she had me turn over to do my front. We both became excited as she rubbed my pussy. I became ashamed I was being turned on by my own daughter, told her that was good enough and sat up.

"How do you feel now?"

"Really good. Thank you for the massage honey."

Her voice kind of caught as she said,

"Mom.. I know what you mean about it being exciting. I never told you but Dad used to spank me a lot when you weren't home. I really began to look forward to it. Especially when he would spank my pussy with the end of his belt. It never really hurt that bad and didn't leave any marks except it would be really red for a few hours. I would get really excited until I reached a point where I got this fantastic feeling and then felt terrifically relaxed and drowsy."

"Oh God. We are just alike! You should have told me! I would have killed the bastard if I had known. Imagine doing that to your own daughter."

"I am glad I told you now but to be honest I never told you before because I was afraid you would make him stop. I knew you wouldn't like it because he would never do it if you were just going to be gone for a short time."

"What else did he do to you?"

"Not much. After spanking my pussy he would stick his finger in his mouth to wet it then move it around at the top of my pussy. That felt good but he would always quit to go to the bathroom before I got to the great feeling again so I would have to use my own finger to get there."

I knew he wasn't going to the bathroom to take a leak. That explained why when I was gone and he knew when I would be back he always hurried Mindy out to play or put her to bed early so I could give him a blow-job. I was mad at him but was happy Mindy did not seem upset about it.

"Mom can we trim my pussy hair now? Please. Pretty please."

I got the scissors and razor while she took off her clothes I had to envy the way her boobies stood up even lying on her back. They seemed to be growing daily. I remembered How I had felt during this time of growth and how I wanted to show the whole world how great they were. As I trimmed the hair to a brush cut I had to grin thinking how much more she would be enjoying this if the man who did mine was doing it. When I picked up the razor she said she had changed her mind and wanted a "happy face" the circle was easy enough but then I realized the razor was too big to cut out the eyes and mouth. When I told her she would have to settle for a moon shape she suggested I use tweezers to form the eyes and mouth.

"That would hurt."

"Yes I know. Just do it."

I pulled out the hairs one by one. She made no protest. She just moaned and gripped her tits so tightly I was afraid she would bruise them. I realized she enjoyed the pain like me so I pulled them very slowly watching the skin raise till the hair popped out.

We both became excited as I finished the smile and when I sat upright her finger dove for her clit. I sat there watching her get increasingly agitated till she whined,

"Help me. Please help me. I can't get over."

"I had started her agitation with the tweezing of her hair. I had enjoyed watching her excitement build so it was the least I could do! I moved her finger out of the way and replaced it with my tongue. She immediately grabbed my head and pressed it against her until her panting and grunts turned to a sigh and she dropped her hands at her sides.

When it was over I was a mass of emotions. I felt a deep guilt over what had just happened while at the same time I felt incredibly horny. I was sobbing and tears were running down my cheeks with remorse while I was digging at my pussy and clutching my breast to maintain the excitement. Mindy slowly came back to reality and heard my sobs.