I thought he must be the most wonderful person in the whole world. He hugged and kissed me for awhile until I noticed his penis was hard again. I offered to lick it but he said he had something else to show me as soon as I got his dick really wet. When it was sopping with my saliva he laid back on the bed and had me straddle his hips while he worked the head of his dick into my pussy. I was so small and he was so big I had to let myself up and down slowly pushing in more and more of it into my stretched channel feeling my insides move to accommodate it until I was resting on his legs. It was great to be on top because I could twist and bounce at the speed I wanted till We both had reached orgasm during which I found out I could have two orgasms for his one.There was only one point where it really hurt but he said not to worry that was just my hymen and once I was past it I would never be hurt again. That was another word I had to look up. With further reading I found I was not a virgin anymore but that did not matter to me. I just felt sorry for the girls that were still virgins.

I became obsessed with getting orgasms. It was all I could think of and I hated every minute I had to be away from him.

Finally he just could not keep up with me. I could lick and rub him for a long time but he could only get hard once or twice.

He made it up to me by licking my clitoris and even buying a fake penis made of rubber but it was not the same as his. I was willing to do anything that would excite him enough to get hard.

I knew right away spanking me made him excited and although I had convinced myself that anything that felt this good could not be wrong and I didn't need punishment for it I did not object to the spankings even when they changed to whipping. It just seemed to add to the excitement and I felt I should earn the orgasms somehow.

To be honest I brought about most of the pain myself. At school I would think about things he could do to me that may excite him. One day my best friend told me that she had taken some money from her Mom without asking and she had been whipped with a willow switch. She said it hurt awful. I could hardly wait to get home because we had a willow tree. I cut a switch and ran to Tom to say we could play a game. I would be a spy and he could switch me until I told him the combination of a safe. To make it more real I said he should tie me hanging down from a tree limb like the picture I had seen in my history book about slavery.

That was the first time it really hurt. He had spanked my butt and pussy a lot with the leather strap but this was different. He wrapped a towel around my wrists so the rope would not cut my wrists but this let me twist at the end of the rope since my feet were off the ground and he would just hit what was in front of him as I turned. I let him whip me until I was sure he was really hard before I gave the combination. By that time I had red welts on my butt, thighs, breasts, stomach and even my pussy. He seemed astounded that I was as excited as he in spite of the obvious pain I had suffered. I was also surprised. It had hurt awful at first but as it went on the pain just brought on fantastic excitement. The only bad part was that I had to tell my folks I had a lot of studying to do so I could go to my room missing my favorite TV shows because I was afraid they might notice my winces from the pain when I pressed against my welts by sitting down.

From then on he left my punishments up to me. No matter how much it hurt I could never blame him because it was always my idea. He even bought me strips of leather so I could braid my own whips since the switch had left welts that lasted too long. Whips were much better. They hurt almost as much as the switch but after I came I would just be red and that would fade away in about an hour. My favorite was one I braided out of eight strips of leather. The braided handle was thick and had eight loose strips coming out of the end. When he hit me with it the thongs coming out of the end they would hit a big area all at once. When he hit my pussy or boobies the whole area would explode in pain. He would whip my butt until it was very red then do my breasts and finally my pussy until I was hanging from the rope with my legs spread as wide as I could to let the thongs come inside the lips of my pussy to hit my sensitive clitoris until I was so wet he could fuck me with the braided handle. The braids pushing and pulling on my clit would send me into orgasms so strong I would be too weak to stand when he loosened the rope. I would just collapse on the ground trembling.

The pain seemed to be directly related to my orgasms with greater pain causing more fantastic orgasms. I became very interested in ways of causing pain. I read everything I could find in the school library on tortures and then on Saturdays and Sundays when my folks were home and I could not go to Tom I began to read at the city and then the university library. I happened to find "The Story of 'O'," and she became my heroine. One thing I did not understand. The books seemed to think it was terrible that women were stripped of their clothes and raped. It seemed really exciting to me and I was disappointed when Tom said he did not know any men who would participate in gang raping me.

He must have thought about that because He tied my arms above my head and tied my legs wide apart then did something new. He put a blindfold on me then said I would be whipped then fucked by two dicks at once.

The whipping hurt more since I could not tell where the lashes would land so I could not brace for the pain that I knew I would feel at the end of the "Swishing," noise it made as it went through the air to "Splat" against my body at my breasts, inner thighs, butt, or pussy until I was begging to be fucked.

I felt his wonderful dick sliding into my soaking pussy then felt something greasy sliding between the cheeks of my butt. I felt something pushing against my butt-hole then when he thrusted into my pussy the thing at my butt stretched my anal ring and slid inside. It felt wonderful! My whole lower body would feel stuffed then empty as he plunged back and forth till I had so many orgasms I was just hanging from the rope moaning. I knew that he had just used the fake penis in my ass but it did not matter because my imagination had me being raped by cruel pirates.

I don't want you to think Tom was cruel. He never hurt me more than I could stand and that would lead to orgasm. He may have got me started but from then on I craved greater and greater orgasms and it seemed the only way that was possible was to suffer more and more pain. I was never badly hurt, my redness or welts were always gone by the next day so I could take showers after Physical Ed without anyone seeing the evidence of my exciting ordeal. All of us had little bruises for one reason or another so the occasional bruise I had from the tip of a whip was never commented on.

All the sexual activity seemed to speed up my puberty. My breasts were up to a thirty two "C" by the time I was twelve and my monthlies started. I was worried about this since I knew this meant I could get pregnant. I solved this problem easily. My Mother had given me her first name. I found her prescription for birth control pills and bought my own supply.

My folks were funny. Before I got boobs and grew hair on my crotch they thought nothing of walking into the bathroom when I was taking a bath or entering my bedroom with no notice but after I got boobs they were really careful not to catch me naked. I locked the door when I was naked and it seemed very natural to them to do that.

I always wore loose sweaters or sweat shirts at home because I knew if Mom saw how big my breasts had become she would insist that I wore a bra. I did not want that because I loved to feel my nipples rubbing on my shirt. I kept tight sweaters and blouses at school because I loved the admiring looks of the boys and men teachers as I walked or trotted to make my boobies move and bounce under my shirt. I began to get compliments on my body from the boys and really felt proud when older boys in high school would whistle or make compliments. Girls my age were just mean saying I looked slutty but I ignored them knowing they were just jealous.