We went to sleep hugging each other.

The next morning we woke up both amazed that all the redness had gone away and the only evidence of my whipping were a few small bruises where the tip of the belt had landed. I told him that I was surprised because his belt had hurt as much or more than my Dad's spankings with a paddle but it had left big bruises. In our conversation I realized he had not known he had brought me to orgasm and that my gasps and trembling as my excitement built up must have been interpreted as just a reaction to pain. I decided not to tell him I had been excited by the experience as he seemed most impressed by my willing to submit. If he knew I had enjoyed the experience he might not be as impressed by my willingness to submit to him.

We decided that either my skin was tougher now that I was older or else the paddle caused more bruising.

He said, "Maybe we should experiment with different instruments to see what works best."

I realized then that my first whipping was not to be my last but when I remembered that the leather had brought on an orgasm I was only excited by the prospect.

I said, "Yes that might be a good idea. I will try to be good so you won't need to punish me but if you want to whip me just to make you excited it will be alright."

"Really! You would submit to a whipping even if you had done nothing wrong?"

"Yes. That is how I can prove my love. It would not mean as much if I deserved it. If I do something wrong you should punish me much more severely. Have you ever punished a girl before?"

"Yes but it was several years ago. It was my introduction to sex. I was about eleven and used to play in the woods with a neighbor girl. One day she told me it was her birthday so I gave her a candy bar I had with me. She said that since I had given her a present I could give her a birthday spanking like her folks and older sister would do after her party. I knew what she meant because my folks gave me a playful spanking on my birthday too. I expected her just to lay over my lap with her clothes on but she surprised me by taking off her little coveralls and sliding off her panties before laying across my lap. I had seen her naked before from going skinny-dipping but having her naked across my lap was really exciting. I gave her a little spank but she said to do it harder because her bottom had to turn red for it to count. By the time I finished the eleven spanks my dick was so hard it was throbbing. To my surprise she squeezed it through my jeans and told me she knew how to make it go soft. She unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans to sit on it facing me as I sat on the stump and I felt this great feeling as she directed my throbbing dick into that wonderful hot wet pussy. I didn't have to do a thing. She squirmed and pumped up and down until I came with twice the excitement of masturbation.

From there we went on to games where she was a captive of indians or caught as a spy where I would tie her to a tree and spank her with little willow switches.

The most exciting thing did not involve her. One day she told me her older sister had wrecked her Dad's car and that she was getting a whipping after dinner. She told me a whipping was much more exciting than a spanking and I could watch if I wanted because her Dad did it in the barn and there were knot holes in the wall I could see through. They did it just before bedtime at nine o'clock so I snuck out and went over to find a good spot. Her sister had a great body and I was really hoping she would be stripped for it although it did not seem likely. I was so excited I had jerked off once before they even got to the barn. The barn door opened and they came in holding kerosene lanterns leading her between them wearing a robe over her shoulders with her hands and arms hidden inside. She was already crying with the anticipation of her ordeal. Once the lamps were hung up they took off the robe to reveal her totally naked with a towel tieing her wrists together. Evidentally there was a ritual she was used to because she knelt in front of her father and said she knew she was bad and deserved the whipping but begged him not to cut her. She got up and went to a wall to bring back a whip with six leather thongs about three feet long coming out of a handle which she kissed then handed it to her Dad. She held out her hands and I understood that the towel was to protect her wrists from the rope her Mom tied around them. Her Dad brought over a post with leather cuffs on the ends. when he put it at her feet she spread her legs so widely the lips of her pussy opened so he could cuff her ankles. They pulled down the rope at the wall to lift her off her feet then tied it to a hook. Being stretched with the extra weight of the post made her body look wonderful her breasts tightened and rose while her stomach went concave. To this day I can still see her hanging there incredibly beautiful. He began whipping her and it was obvious he was hitting hard but she was very brave and just gasped or whimpered while he whipped every inch of her body from her shoulders to her thighs front and back. He must have hit her fifty or sixty times but she never screamed until he finished with a few up into her gaping pussy.

It obviously excited her Dad and his wife. She was panting with excitement and his dick was pushing out his pants. He told Tammy her little sister to let her down and take care of her. My thrills continued when Tammy helped her to a mattress and then began caressing salve on her while she was on her hands and knees. I realized that the caresses were exciting her by her trembling and agitated breathing and this was confirmed when she laid on her back and asked for more salve on her breasts and pussy.Her agitation increased until she made a huge sigh and said, "Thank you Tammy. You made me forget the pain."

I wanted to whip Tammy the next day but she would only let me use switches because she was afraid her folks might see the welts from a whip."

"When I whip you I will caress you with salve so you can forget the pain."

His story both frightened and excited me. The idea of being totally helpless while being whipped was really scary but I could see it would prove my complete trust in him not to hurt me badly.

I gulped then said, "I can see how that would excite you. Were you ever allowed to whip her?"

"Yes, but just thirteen lashes. I was hanging around so much I kind of became part of the family. On her next birthday I was allowed to join her family in giving her a birthday spanking on her naked bottom. At her next birthday she told me proudly that she was now a woman and would get a birthday lashing. Her Dad said if I promised to tell no-one I could participate in her birthday whipping. I told him he did not have to worry because my folks would not let me come there anymore if I told them and my friends would never believe me. I could hardly wait till the cake had been eaten. I noticed the thirteen candles and tried to imagine how she could stand fifty-two lashes. It turned out that the whip for birthday spankings was not as bad as the punishment whip with smaller thongs. The other difference was that she was hung from a chandelier in the house and her legs were not held open. Her Dad was first and I was relieved to see that he hit her on her breasts and lower stomach. Her boobs were bigger now and I had wanted to whip them but I was afraid they would be too sensitive. I used ten of my thirteen on her breasts and as close to her pussy as I could. I was afraid they may think I was too mean but I knew she was getting off on it and knew it was okay when her mother told her that this would help them grow and put eight of the thirteen on her boobs. The real surprise was at her sister's turn. She didn't even touch her butt. She just started at her breasts and worked down until she got below her belly - button then told Tammy to spread her legs. She did! then gasped and went into orgasm while the lash became wet from her pussy as she screamed in orgasm."