He was tired and we went to bed. He was asleep in minutes but I was too excited to sleep. The party had been a fantastic success for me. I had performed in front of an audience who was very impressed even though they were rich and had seen everything. I felt the dozen or so welts on my body from a hundred and twenty lashes that proved I was not badly hurt but best of all I had found four women like me so I no longer felt perverted. I conveniently forgot that Dick had weeded through a lot of people to come up with these five couples. I didn't even think it was significant that these women had only taken twenty easy lashes. It was only important that they, like me, had become excited.

I slept late and Dick had already gone to work. He left a note on my dresser that said, "You are the greatest! I love you!"

I felt a little guilty because he was so impressed by something that made me excited and thought I should suffer more to deserve his love.

I took a long shower noting that there was only a few small bruises on my body and decided I could take a lot more pain. Maybe next time I would suggest he use the "Cat" to really impress our guests and him.

I walked out to the living room where the ropes were still hanging from the beam and jumped up to hang from them as I imagined a huge audience in front of me and tried to imagine the feel of the "Cat" but I couldn't and slipped down until my feet were on the floor. Then I noticed a camcorder at the far end of the room near the ceiling. He must have put it up there while I was dressing. I got the kitchen step-stool to unload it then played it on our TV. He had zoomed in until I was almost life size doing my strip tease. I looked really good. I moved smoothly and sexily and it was obvious from the look on my face that I was really enjoying myself as I smiled at the audience reaction.I fast-forwarded to where I was being prepared for my birthday spanking. I was obviosly excited and cooperated fully to my bondage. when I was whipped I didn't look as if I was suffering at all. I just looked like the milder porno tapes where the woman was trying to get to orgasm in spite of the loud "Whap!" of the whip. Again I knew no-one would believe I was being badly hurt or that I didn't want it because I looked frustrated at the delays while the whip changed hands and was pumping my pelvis trying to cum. I turned off the tape for a moment to run to our bedroom to get the vibrating dildo. I turned the tape back on and plunged it into my pussy in time with the whipstrokes. I needed something extra so I pinched my nipples to cause pain at the same time to let me get to orgasm just as they started to let me down. It was obvious the audience had no sympathy for me. I had been so excited at the time I had not heard their yells to hit me harder or to hit my nipples or pussy. They yelped in glee as I gasped or moaned at an especially hard lash or one to the sensitive areas of my nipples, pussy or tender inner thighs. They really got excited and women and men nearly ripped off their clothes to fuck doggy style so they could watch my ordeal as they fucked.

I fast forwarded again to the point the other women were whipped. On tape they seemed to be hit not nearly as hard as I was. Even I didn't hit hard then I remembered thinking I should only excite her so she would want it again. I assumed the other whippers felt the same way. After all it was their first time. I convinced myself I was not hit hard the first time either. I spent the rest of the day either hanging from the ropes or watching tapes to keep me in a state of excitement for Dick's return.

As soon as he came in he went to the camcorder and saw the kitchen stool. He was angry, "What have you done! Why were you looking at the camcorder."

"I'm sorry. I guessed you filmed the party and I couldn't wait to see it."

"You have ruined it for me. I wanted us to see it together while we fucked."

"We can still do it."

"No. It is not the same but I do want to see it."

I knelt by his chair while he watched. I was a little disappointed when he fast-forwarded to my whipping missing the dance I was so proud of. He wasn't even very excited by my whipping saying, "God. I didn't think they would be so wimpy. I should have whipped you. It would have been harder with more to your ass-hole and pussy."

I thought he was just saying that because he was mad at me for ruining what he had planned. I felt guilty and offered to suck his prick but he said, "No. It isn't even hard."

"Would you like to whip me? That may make it hard."

"No. You like to be whipped."

"Please don't be mad at me. There must be a way to punish me so you can forgive me."

He seemed to like that idea. "Yeah. There is a way you can punish yourself with some toys I got at Jim's. We can see how far you will go to earn forgiveness."

He went upstairs and returned with the box. He had me lean over the dining room table while he wrapped ropes around my arms and the table until I could not lift up. When he was satified I could not straighten up he tied a rope around my waist then to the chandelier to lift me up on my toes.

He took two evil looking clamps out of the box and showed them to me.They had jagged teeth with a thumbscrew to tighten them. He said, "These are going to hurt. Do you still want to be forgiven?"

"Yes. I deserve to be hurt. I owe it to you."

He put them on my nipples just tight enough to keep them from falling off then went from one to the other tightening them more until I felt like animals with sharp teeth were biting me. He kept tightening them until I screamed, "No more! They will bite off my nipples. The pain was horrendous and seemed to get worse with time. He jerked down on them to make me scream again then said, "Yeah. They shouldn't fall off."

I thought that was it but then he took out two more clamps and put them on each pussy lip tightening them until I was whimpering in pain.

I thought just a few minutes of this would earn forgiveness but he was not through. He brought out wire hoops he clipped to the clamps then lead weights he put on one at a time. I thought nothing would hurt anymore than the clamps but I was wrong each weight added even more pain. I begged him to stop even whining "Mercy," but he said, "You can take it. This is a continuation of your birthday. When you have twenty ounces hanging from them and take twenty spanks it will be over."

I resigned myself to it and decided I could stand it because the pain to my nipples and pussy changed from sharp to a throbbing deep pain as I felt my breasts and lips stretch until he stood up and said, "See? You can take it. Now for your spanking."

I was grateful for it. Twenty spanks would be over in seconds and I could be freed.

But then he said, "God that looks wild! You can't see it. I will get some pictures. My agony continued as he used a polaroid to take the whole roll. I stood perfectly still since my slightest move caused the weights to swing and cause jerks to make the clamps take sharp bites.

Finally he was through and said, "Now for your spanking."

I was glad as I thought that it would only take seconds to give me twenty spanks and the new pain to my butt may take my mind off the agony to my pussy and nipples.

I thought he would use a whip but I suddenly felt horrendous pain over the whole surface of my butt, to make it even worse the weights jumped and swayed jerking on my nipples and pussy to make the teeth bite even harder. I screamed and looked back at him frantically to see he was holding a thick leather paddle with holes drilled into it that looked like an oversized and over long tennis racket.

It was not over in seconds, he waited until the weights stopped swinging to give me another to make them jump and sway again. There was much too much agony to let me get excited. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was sure my nipples would be torn off and my pussy ripped at each spank.