"Oh God! I know just how she felt! I had an orgasm when you hit my pussy too."

"I thought you did but it is hard to tell whether it was an orgasm or just great pain."

"It was both but I know what you mean. When you cum you seem to be in pain from the look on your face. Did you have more adventures with her?"

"That was a tragedy. Shortly after that the lumber mill where her father worked closed down and they moved to Seattle to find work. I was devastated, her mother's birthday was coming soon and she would have been forty. I wanted to see how she would react to one hundred and sixty lashes."

"Maybe it would be even more exciting for us if I could be hung up and whipped with a whip like you described."

"Would you do that for me? That would be wonderful!"

"Yes. I want to do it. No other girl would let you. Would she?"

"No you are a rare girl and I love you for it. After Tammy I tried to get several girls to let me spank them but they all refused until you. I will shop for rope, padded cuffs and a proper whip."

I was excited all day waiting for him to come home. Our home was ideal for this. He was in crowds all day so liked privacy at home. He had bought a house out in the country that had no close neighbors so I could scream if I wanted to without alarming anyone. He must have been excited too because he came home early carrying some large sacks. He said that to make it more like his first experience he decided to set things up in our garage.

He hung a pulley from a rafter in the ceiling and two more on the opposite walls then threaded rope through them. Finally he put in hooks to tie the ends of the ropes.

He opened another sack to show me padded cuffs with chains attaching them together for my wrists and ankles.

The last sack contained the whip. It was not at all what I expected. It was a handle with several leather bootlaces about two feet long coming out of it. It did not look very threatening.

He seemed disappointed with it.

"I did not realize it would be so hard to find multi-thonged whips. I found a lot of riding crops, and snake-like whips but they looked like they might cause a lot of damage. I found this in a sex shop. The man said I could hit as hard as I wanted without causing much damage."

He looked at me expectantly and I realized that the ordeal I had agreed to was at hand. I suddenly had misgivings knowing I would soon be totally helpless and no-one could hear my screams if it was unbearable but I also knew that it was too late to back out now and began taking off my clothes.

When I was naked I had worked up my nerve and was ready but there was to be more preparation.

"Your hair has grown out a little. Tammy had very little hair on her pussy so you could see the lash hit the skin. Would you mind if I shaved it?"

There was just some stubble like a crew cut but I thought having him shave it would be kind of like foreplay so I agreed.

He had planned for it. He took a dog clippers out of his sack and took me back into the house to lie on the floor with my legs spread for him.

It turned out to be exciting. The vibration of the clippers turned me on and even as close as that cut the hair he was not satisfied and got a razor and shaving cream. Having him move the skin around on my pussy to shave every hair made me even more excited. By the time he finished I was near orgasm.

He said, "You have a beautiful pussy. It should always be this bare."

I got up and looked in a mirror. My pussy did look cute.It was perfectly white with just a tight slit. It looked a lot better than some other girls with gross black hair with inner lips keeping it open. I felt terribly naked and my pussy looked very vulnerable now but I was so turned on I was as anxious as he to see it reddened and made puffy from the whipping.

He led me out to the garage and I stood there trembling with excitement while he buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles then tied the rope from the rafter to the center of the chain to my wrists and the ropes from the walls to my ankle cuffs.

He pulled down the rope to lift my arms until I was on my tip-toes then moved to the ropes on my sides.I lifted myself off my toes by my arms so he could pull my legs apart till I felt a pull on the inner thighs.

He looked at me in wonder then said, "You look fantastically beautiful. You have to see yourself."

He ran back in the house and came back with the three way mirror from our bedroom which he set up in front of me.

He was right! I could not help feeling proud. My breasts had lifted and rounded and my tummy was sucked in and tight. My pussy lips were open slightly and there were dewdrops at the bottom to demonstrate the extent of my excitement. My face had a look of pure lust.

He let me look at myself for a moment then started to move the mirror out of the way. I asked him just to move it back a little so it would not be in the way because I wanted to see myself being hit.

He picked up the whip and moved to my side to bring it back for the first lash. I braced myself for the pain.

It was nothing! Just a little sting with this wonderful heat running from my butt to my crotch. It continued that way with more heat and excitement. I actually looked forward to his moving to my front and when I saw the lash hit across my navel my skin just shuddered and slightly more sting and heat radiated from it. When he got to my breasts I gloried in the sight of them compressing and popping back out reddened begging for more.

This little whip was much better than the belt since it was wide enough to cover almost all of my boobs with one thong always stinging my sensitive nipples.

When my breasts were completely red he started back down my stomach. I watched in astonishment as the whip came across the lips of my pussy to make them shudder and open. When he stepped in front of me and looked at me expectantly I just gasped, "Yes. Yes! Do it."

He brought up the lash from the floor to bury the center thongs in the crack causing a fantastic pain and excitement to my clitoris. I went into orgasm that became stronger and stronger with each lash until I was so exhausted I let my chin fall to my chest and he stopped.

He was so excited he couldn't wait to untie me and just drove his throbbing dick into me gripping my butt cheeks to bury himself completely to continue my orgasms.

I was so out of it I hardly remember being taken down and carried to our bedroom.

He went to the bathroom and brought back cool damp washcloths to put on my hot red skin. That stopped the heat and pain instantly and I began to calm down and breathe normally.

He told me that I was wonderful and began licking my clit but that just felt pleasant after the fantastic orgasms from the whip. I said, "You are the one who should be rewarded. I have never, ever, had such fantastic excitement."

I got up and knelt in front of him to pull down his pants and began licking and sucking his throbbing dick. I had sucked him before but only briefly to get him hard to fuck me. I wanted to give him all the pleasure possible so I licked his balls and even french kissed his asshole then took his dick in my mouth happy to have him fill it with his cum. Even after he came I continued to kiss it and rub it against my cheeks until it began to soften.

I crawled up on the bed to hug his sweaty panting body against my tingling breasts and kissed his neck and cheeks until he began breathing normally.

When he got his breath he began telling me how brave and wonderful I was to accept so much pain for him. I felt guilty. He had never really hurt me. He had just created fabulous excitement. I remembered my screams and agonized look on my face in the mirror and realized that he had mistaken my orgasms for terrible pain. I didn't know what to say. If I told him that the whole thing had just been a incredible experience he would no longer be impressed by my willingness to suffer for him. I thought to make up for it I should be willing to honestly suffer.