He was everything any girl could want. Handsome, rich, and a great lover. I could hardly believe that he could want me when he could have anyone.

I never felt very secure since women I thought were prettier than me fawned over him. Although he said I was pretty and that he had never seen anyone with a better figure I didn't really believe him. I did have a nice body with my thirty six "D" breasts my twenty-two inch waist and tight thirty -five inch buns but there were a lot of girls like me and we always seemed to be at the beach or parties with beautiful women since he was an agent for models.

He didn't want me to go into modelling. He said it ruined women but I just thought he didn't think I was good enough.

I became secure in a strange way. While at a party I ran into a man I had known in high school. It was really innocent but when Ed saw us together he was obviously upset. I left the man to go to him and was shocked when he said that he would take me home because he had been wrong about me. He said that he loved me because he thought I was loyal only to see me hanging onto the first good looking man I saw.

I apologized all the way home and tried to explain but he did not seem convinced. When he walked me to my door and turned to leave I grabbed his arm and in desperation pleaded, "Please don't be mad at me. If you think I did something wrong punish me but don't leave angry."

That got his attention, he said, "How would I punish you?"

"My Dad used to spank me with his belt when I was naughty. It hurt a lot and I would be good for a long time."

"That sounds childish."

"Yes. You are right. I am an adult now and should be whipped but we don't have a whip. You can use your belt tonight and we can get a whip tomorrow."

"I don't think a whip is just used on the butt. That would be a spanking not a whipping."

"You are right. You can hit me anywhere that would be hidden by my clothes."

"Since you like backless dresses and short skirts that would limit the area to your butt, upper thighs and your front."

That really sounded painful and I became a little frightened but I could not back down now.

"Yes. I want you to hit all those places to prove to you how sorry I am to make you angry."

"That would prove it but I think you will change your mind. If you scream or tell me to stop I will know this is just talk."

"No! I am serious about this. I want you to cover all of me. Hit my butt, my thighs, my stomach, my inner thighs, and even on my breasts and crotch if you want to. If everything is not red you can add more till I am red all over."

This obviously made him excited and he told me to get undressed. When I was naked it seemed really strange. We had always undressed together in dim light. I felt really naked now in the bright light of my living room with him fully clothed. I was especially naked because he had complained about getting hair in his mouth when he went down on me so I had shaved my pussy completely bald.

I stood there nervously determined to take my punishment bravely while he took off his coat and tie then slid his little dress belt out of his pants. I asked him if I should bend over the couch or something but he said, "No. I just want you to stand there with your hands on your head. I want it to be easy for you to run away if you are not really serious about proving you are sorry."

I suddenly remembered the only way I could take my Dad's spanking was by gripping the arms of the chair he bent me over. I began to wonder if I could be this brave.

He stepped by my side when my hands were on my head and a I heard a "Whirr" then a "Splat!" at the same time a sting and burn crossed my butt cheeks. It hurt a little but I was relieved the light belt was not nearly as bad as my Dad's spankings and just braced myself for the rest. The lashes slowly worked down my butt leaving a fiery trail then he started on my thighs. I had never been hit there before and it hurt more, tears sprang to my eyes but I managed to brace myself for them.

It was over and he told me to turn around. I loved him even more when he said, "Do you want to go on? You are crying. If you want to stop I will understand."

That made me more determined to prove I would suffer for him and I told him, "Yes, go on. I want to prove I am truly sorry."

He told me to tighten my stomach muscles then brought one across just above my pussy. It hurt but surprisingly not as bad as my thighs however he slowly worked upwards towards my breasts and I knew that would hurt a lot.

It did! When his belt buried itself in my breasts I had to bring down my hands to caress and comfort them but when he started to put down his belt I regained my determination and put my hands back on my head whimpering. "I am ready now."

He seemed surprised but then continued causing my breasts to flatten then pop out with each blow. The last one came right across my nipples which made me gasp in pain.

He told me to spread my legs. I whimpered realizing that my inner thighs would probably be even more sensitive but I managed to open them slowly until he said that was enough.

The first lash to my inner thigh just below my pussy took my breath away. He must have realized that was the most painful so far because he stopped to let the belt hang as he watched my breasts shudder from my sobs but the sting created excitement. I spread my legs a little more to signal him I could take more. He stood in front of me to forehand and backhand my inner thighs moving so close to my pussy the belt was brushing my pussy lips. I began making little squeals but now it was from excitement not pain.

He stopped saying, "I guess you have learned your lesson."

I think we were both amazed when I blubbered, "No. My crotch is still white!"

He began bringing the belt across my pussy and to my amazement it increased my excitement ten fold. When he directed the last one up from the floor to bury it in my slit I came!

He ripped off his clothes to put me on the rug to fuck me, then go down on me, then turn me over to fuck my ass. I had one orgasm after another and when he came the first time he did not stop as he had always done before. I had never seen him so excited.

When we had rested he carried me to the bed to hug and kiss me and tell me he loved me and that I was fantastic.

He studied my red body awesomely and said, "My God. I really made you red. Are you in a lot of pain?"

"No. The sharp pain is gone I just feel hot. Like a sunburn. It was not as bad as my Dad's spanking. See. There are no welts, just redness. You really enjoyed whipping me didn't you? I have never seen you so excited."

"I feel bad about hurting you. It was the fact that you loved me enough to submit to it that was so terribly exciting. Every man dreams of having a love slave and you fulfilled that dream. I love you so much! I didn't think I would ever find anyone like you."

I suddenly felt secure! He thought I was his slave but he was mine too. I was sure as he was that those snooty models would not be willing to prove their love by having their precious bodies hurt.

I told him that I loved him so much that I never should have talked to another man and deserved the pain he gave me.

He began kissing and licking my red boobs and stomach which were already fading to a healthy pink finishing by french kissing my pussy then licking my clitoris. Before he had just licked me a little bit but when I took his head in my hands to hold him there he did not protest and I felt like I was the master. He licked me until I had a great orgasm then slid up to drive his hard dick into me to continue my orgasms. It was wonderful and the pain I had suffered seemed a low price to pay for the love and excitement I was feeling.