At that Rob kissed me in front of everyone at the store. I was thrilled that he was willing to let everyone know how he felt.

Back at the car he again told me how proud he was of me saying, "You were incredibly brave. You took it all with no protest. Even the ones to your sensitive boobs and pussy only caused small squeals. I am sure the other girls would have been screaming and crying."

I began to feel guilty and said, "It wasn't as bad as it looked. It didn't cause any permanent harm. See?" I pulled my sweater up to my bra to show him my tummy was white again.

"I don't care. I remember my Dad using a belt on my butt. It hurt awful but it only left small bruises. I was ten years old but I still bawled like a baby even though he only hit about twenty times. You took a lot more. Even though you weren't hit as hard the total had to make it much worse than my spanking."

I had seen the thick western belt his Dad wore and knew that it had to be worse than my whip. I was glad he thought I had suffered more than him and didn't try to explain that after awhile my nerves became a little deadened and the excitement just made them bring on orgasms.

He said the skirt and sweater look great on you, but the underwear has to go."

I didn't bother to ask him to stop at a restroom. I just slid off the sweater to take off the bra thrilled that men in oncoming cars might see me and left them bare to slide my skirt up to my waist to take off the panties."

He said excitedly, "God, You aren't bashful at all anymore. I like that."

I took the opportunity to say, "See what Tammy did to me," and showed him the little bruises on the sides of my boobs and on my pussy."

His dick made a lump in his pants and my excitement grew when he said, "I'll kiss them and make them well."

He took me up to his parent's summer cabin by a lake and we made love until he just could not get hard anymore.

After resting awhile he said, "Let's go outside so I can show you around. It is really pretty."

I reached for my skirt but he said, "No. Just put on your shoes. The sun and breeze feels good. I used to run around here naked every time I got a chance."

He was right It really did feel good with the gentle breeze feeling like a caress. It was beautiful with big trees and wild flowers. There was even a swimming hole with a little waterfall running into it. Truthfully what really impressed me was all the branches on trees that could be used to whip me. There was even a bush with long straight limbs that had tiny thorns. I almost asked him to try them on me when I remembered all his compliments and love based on the idea that I only submitted to lashes to please him. Even though he knew I could reach orgasm with lashes he seemed to want to keep the illusion I only did it for him.

We saw two skinny trees about six feet apart. They would be ideal to tie me all spread apart to allow every inch of me to feel a lash. I stopped cold while he kept walking until he noticed me staring at the trees and trembling with excitement.

He stopped and looked at me puzzled and said, "Why did you stop."

"In my history class I had to write a paper on slavery. While browsing in the library I saw a picture of a black woman with her arms and legs tied to two trees like this. A man was standing by her with a whip while a bunch of people looked at them. It wasn't especially sexy since her blouse was just torn open to show her back but I imagined myself tied that way naked and facing the people and it made me excited to think of myself out in the open that way with all the people staring. I kind of ignored the fact she was tied that way for a terrible whipping."

"Yeah. That does sound exciting. Should we see if we can find something to tie you to them?"

"Oh yes. I can imagine a crowd of people and it may excite you enough to get hard again."

We ran back to the cabin but couldn't find anything. I felt frustrated until he said, "The hell with it. I'll just rip strips out of a sheet."

He found a sheet for a single bed and my excitement grew as he ripped it into long strips. I forgot how much switches hurt only remembering the fantastic orgasm I reached. I was sure once I was tied he would not be able to resist whipping me.

We hurried back to the trees and he threw the strips over branches about seven feet high. then tied them to my wrist to pull down until I was on my toes then tied the ends to the trunk. Then he put two other strips on my ankles and pulled my legs apart so far there was a little pain to the tendons in my inner thighs.

Then he stepped back to look at me and said excitedly, "Oh God. You are totally open. Every inch of you could be whipped. I can even see the tender pink parts of your pussy."

Then he stepped behind me and I could feel his dick hardening between my butt cheeks as he said, "Can you see them out there? They are really mean. You are totally helpless. No matter how hard you scream no-one can hear to help you. You know they have no mercy can you hear some of them yelling to make you bleed? They want you to be hit here and here and especially here." As he said that he caressed my tummy, my boobs and my now wet pussy. It was almost like hypnosis. I could see them and hear them. Fright and excitement mingled as I imagined a searing lash on my boobs.

He moved away and I moaned, "Oh God!" sure that he was cutting a long switch to satisfy their thirst for blood.

He fooled me. Just the idea of my helplessnes was enough to excite him. He came to my front and buried his hard dick into my open gash and grabbed my butt cheeks to pull him in and out of me. He lasted a long time and added a little pain by biting my nipples but I think the only reason I got to orgasm was by imagineing the crowd waiting impatiently for him to finish so I could be whipped.

When he came it so exhausted him he sat on the ground watching my body pulsating from little after shocks.

"When he let me down I hugged him and said, "You are a wonderful lover. I had a great orgasm." I knew though that it may have even been more fantastic if he had whipped me.

At least he was happy. He put the lengths of sheet in the trunk of the car saying we may want to do this again. It was fantastic."

He kept me mildly excited on the way home by having me pull my skirt up to my waist so he could fondle my pussy. I realized he was doing this just for my benefit when I looked at his crotch and saw no bulge in his pants.

He stopped at a rest stop and told me I should put on my underwear before I got home. Some truckers whistled at me. I just grinned and let my heels hit hard to make my boobs and butt-cheeks tremble under my clothes.

Putting on the underwear was a total let down. I could no longer feel anything and ignored the truckers on the way back to the car.

That night I masturbated as I imagined myself strung up and whipped by the man in the picture but I had no concept of the way that whip would feel and finally gave up and went to sleep short of orgasm.

At school the girls who had whipped me came over and apologized for whipping me. Tammy brought agreement by saying, "I am sorry we hurt you but it was so exciting to do it I couldn't resist."

Jo said, "Me too. But I am most sorry because it made you so special. Now Bob is trying to convince me I should accept a whipping to prove I love him but I am too scared."

Tammy said, "You too? I let Mike spank me until my buns were red but he wants more."

Beth and Liz joined in to agree with Liz saying I am afraid if I don't agree he will find a girl that will."

I said, "It wasn't as bad as it looked. Follow me to the bathroom."

At the bathroom I dropped my skirt and pulled up my sweater to show them my skin was normal. Jo touched the little bruises on my tits and said, "Ooh. I caused those. Your poor boobs jumped like crazy."