This brought me to the barbed wire. Once I had slipped while climbing over a barbed wire fence. I had landed straddling the fence and even though I had the protection of panties this had been very painful. I decided to make it part of the list.

The electric whip was beyond my imagination as I had never experienced a cattle prod but its point value indicated it must really be bad. It was definitely going to be on the list.

Next was the suspension by my breasts. I remembered that when the boys had tied my breasts and then whipped them my senses seemed to explode with the pain. I shuddered as I imagined being hung from them while being whipped.

The hooks did not seem that bad. As I was sitting there I was wearing the nipple rings Joe had put on by pushing a darning needle through the nipples. It had hurt but not excruciatingly bad.He had planned to add the cunt rings later. Now it was too late. In consideration I decided it couldn't be any worse than the nipples. Being hung from them while whipped probably would make it bad enough to be considered.

The cigarette burns really scared me. Just getting hit with grease spatters while frying bacon had really hurt and that had been on my hand. I was about to reject that all together when I remembered the whole point was to suffer. The more I suffered the better.

This brought me to the "candle". The girls and I had used hot wax to remove the hair from our crotches so this couldn't be bad.I was about to reject it until I remembered Mr. Rogers saying the candle would be put out by my pussy. Just the thought of my pussy lips closing over the flame made me grab my pussy for protection.

I was up to about 2:00 AM going over different possibilities until I decided on the final version which would give me the maximum amount of points in the least time to give me more time to heal before I returned to my home.

Suspended by breasts 15 ten lashes with barbed wire breasts 200 while suspended pussy 240

butt 120 insert hooks 20 10 lashes electric whip breasts 240 while suspended pussy 300 cigarette burns nipples 20

pussy-lips 20 two more to pussy 60

clitoris 20

total 1255

I decided that if two burns to the lips of my pussy caused scarring it would not matter as I was letting the hair grow back anyway. It took all my nerve to add the burn to my clit.

The next day I went to Mr. Rogers office and stood nervously in front of him as he slowly went through my list checking point values. He finally looked up to say,

"Do you realize that you are a hundred and five points short of your goal?"

"Yes Sir. I thought I would decide on them later if that is alright."

"Perhaps you might wish to leave the remaining points to our discretion?"

I thought for a second and then decided they would not go easy on me so answered,

"That would be good. I have run out of ideas."

"I like your attitude. I have to make a lot of preparations for your absence from home. You will remain with us for three weeks under our complete control even if you decide not to go through with the penances you have listed. Do you understand and agree?"

I realized at that point there would be more to my stay than the punishments I had agreed to but remained determined and nodded my head.

"Fine. We will do this during your spring vacation."

That was three weeks away! I had no idea how I could handle the fear and anticipation that long. I realized it made sense as they would not want to leave work for that time.

The time passed slowly but at least I forgot about my grief as I marked the time to my atonement for Joe. About a week later Terry came over to my house. I got her a Coke and we went up to my room to talk. She seemed very angry.

"I am so mad at those stupid boys for killing themselves I am shaking. I was into the best sex in the world. Thanks to them I haven't come for a month!"

I was shocked at her attitude but then it occurred to me that we could satisfy her need to get off and my need for restitution at the same time. My voice quavered a little as I said,

"That is strange. You feel angry while I have this terrible guilt. You could whip me if you want. It may make us both feel better."

"Oh God. Really! That would be wonderful. Tomorrow is Saturday we could go up to our cabin. Dad wants me to clean it anyway."

That night while in bed I realized that I was sleeping nude for the first time since Joe died and as I idly played with my pussy it was getting wet. I immediately felt guilty again and curled up in a foetal position sobbing till I went to sleep.

When we got to her cabin there was little to clean up. She vacuumed the rug while I dusted. I noticed that her cabin had open beams and hooks in the wall like Joe's. She finished and went out to her car reappearing with the familiar box.

"David left it with me to hide in my attic. He was afraid his folks would find it. She started dragging out the ropes and whips. The worst whip was the little "Cat" so I handed it to her and said,

"You can use this. It really hurts."

"Really? How many?"

"As many as you want wherever you want as long as my clothes will hide the marks. I expect bruises. It is my fault the boys died. Joe asked me to go with them but I told him I had to study for a math test. If I had gone I could have driven the car. I don't want to cum. I just want to hurt so bad I can get rid of some of my guilt."

"Fantastic! Get your clothes off while I set up the ropes." I was glad to see she was setting them up as Joe had liked it with my body spread eagled so I could be hit everywhere. When she had me hung up she gushed,

"Oh God Julie. This is wonderful! I am already getting wet. Look at this!"

She was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She pulled off the t-shirt to show me her hard nipples then took off her shorts and pushed two fingers in her pussy so she could show how wet her fingers were.

Finally she brought the whip across my stomach. My muscles were so tight it did not knock the wind out of me but I grunted and she looked at the effect of the whip and at my face. The delay let the sting spread and I felt excitement. I didn't want that and said, "Harder!" She gave me another hard one across my new pussy hair. Again she looked at me and again excitement started to rise. I Whined, "No. Harder and faster!"

"God! this whip makes a wild effect. Your skin seems to explode hickeys."

The look must have inspired her as she went around me laying lashes over every inch of me from my thighs to my armpits. An amazing thing happened. I seemed to go numb so now in spite of the fact she was hitting hard I felt close to orgasm. I yelled" Harder!"

She ended up standing in front of me with both of us panting with excitement and sweating from our exertions. I watched her through the blur of my tear filled eyes as she brought her arm around like a windmill with the knots distorting my pussy and asshole almost continuously. I was going insane with the intenseness of the pain and my orgasms as she dropped to her knees and drove her tongue into my highly sensitive vagina. I remember beating her face with my thrusting hips when I began to fade away.

When I realized where I was I found myself sitting on the floor with my face resting on her breasts as she wrestled with the knots on the rope to my wrists.

She was sobbing and tears were falling on my face. When I moved my head back she said shakily.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit so hard! Why didn't you scream? I just went crazy, you seemed to be asking for them."

"Don't cry I'm okay. I did ask for them."

"You are not okay! Go look in the mirror."

She went into the bathroom and got a another mirror off the wall so I could see my back. I had hundreds of red blossoms all over my torso. The ones that hit skin close to bones were the worst. She seemed to have got them all. My ribs, hip bones, and shoulder blades had deep maroon marks that were oozing blood. She was still sobbing as she lightly touched the marks. I consoled her.