"Thank you. I want to be brave for you but the whip you used was not the same as the one you saw at the barn. See. There are no welts and even the red is almost gone. In order to prove I am willing to suffer for you there should be welts.I can braid. If you could find some leather strips about the same size as the whip they used on Tammy's sister I could braid them together to make a handle. It would be just like the scene you saw except you would be able to do it rather than just watch."

He thought that was a great idea. It suddenly occurred to me that I must be crazy. He had been satisfied with the little whip which had only brought me stings and excitement and I was asking for something that may hurt terribly. At the same time imagining myself being whipped like Tammy's sister had me trembling with excitement.

The next day he brought home six strips of leather a half inch wide and about four feet long. It only took a few minutes to braid the handle which left thongs nearly three feet long. It excited me to be making a whip that would no doubt cause enough pain to really impress him. It excited him to see me make it too and when I finished he led me into the bedroom to make love. He was great and took his time. Normally I would have a great orgasm but this time I barely made it to a small one like the ones I used to get as a young girl through masturbation where I stopped at the first unaware that if I kept going there would be more and greater ones.

I began to wonder if I could only get the really great orgasms through pain. While I laid on my back he laid beside me on his side and began sliding the new whip up and down my body over my pussy and twirling it around my breasts. Just the feel of the leather got me excited and I said "OOh. These thongs will dig in to make welts. Would you like to use it on me now?"

"No. I agree this whip will hurt a lot more. I want to give you time to think about it. If you are still willing to submit tomorrow we will try the new whip but if you think it will be too bad I will just use the little one."

Again I amazed myself by saying with a tremor, I am sure I want you to try the new whip. You know the little whip does not hurt badly and I need to prove I am willing to suffer for you."

"You are wonderful! We need to decide on the number of lashes."

That just excited me more and I said, "I am twenty-one and I didn't get a birthday spanking. Tammy's sister would have gotten lashes from her dad, mom, and Tammy. Why don't you give me sixty- three."

He was surprised and actually so was I. I knew this whip would hurt a lot more and was sure if I had stopped to think about it I would never have suggested so many.

He again told me how proud he was of my bravery and I decided I owed it to him since I had not admitted the lace whip had simply given me pleasure.

The next day I could not get my mind off my upcoming ordeal and excitement kept building until I stripped off my clothes and spread my legs and stretched my arms up to imagine how I would be as the whip hit me.This made me even more excited and I decided to see what I would feel later and worked up my courage to swing the whip around me to feel it on my butt as hard as I could. It hurt much more than the belt or little whip! The ends of the thongs came around and crashed into my pussy. The pain was breathtaking but just that one created so much excitement I immediately dropped to the floor to use both hands on my pussy until I had a crashing orgasm. The red marks lasted for nearly an hour. I did not know how I could stand sixty-three of them even though not all would hit my pussy and tried to think of a graceful way to back out.

When he got home he was so excited at the prospect I just could not disappoint him. He further lowered my inhibitions by having me undress so he could caress my body while I had a few strong drinks. As my excitement rose he said, "I have decided to add another element. Just in case you never want to be whipped again I bought a camcorder to record this so I can watch it to make me excited for regular sex. Do you mind?"

"No. It may excite me too and if nothing else it is proof that I was willing to suffer for you."

He went out to the garage to set up the camcorder while I continued to drink and caress myself.Eventually my excitement overrode my fear and when he returned I willingly walked out to the garage with him.

He started the camcorder then at the last moment he said, "Maybe I should whip you while you are free to get away if it is too much."

That kindness convinced me even more that I should suffer for him to make up for not telling him that I enjoyed the lace whip but I knew I would not be brave enough to just stand there and take it.

"No! Please tie me. It won't be the same otherwise and I don't want to take the chance of not being brave enough for all of it."

"No. I want you to show me that you are willing to be completely helpless for your whipping. If you are, buckle the cuffs to your wrists and ankles."

I paused for a moment as I realized this would be my ultimate submission since I had been given a choice. I also realized that I could never complain to anyone if I suffered more than I could bear. Perversely this just increased my excitement as I said, "Yes. I want to be completely helpless."

I buckled the cuffs tightly to my wrists and ankles then stretched my arms above my head to let him take out the slack in the ropes enjoying the stretch as I felt my boobs lift and my tummy sink in.

He took out the slack to my arms and I noted he pulled no tighter than I had stretched myself. Then he stood in front of me and said, "Is that the way you want to be?"

He was staring at my pussy and I suddenly realized that there was fear mixed with the excitement as I was standing with my thighs pressed tightly together to protect my pussy.

I moaned, "No." and opened my legs a little. When he just continued to stare I whimpered and opened them more until I could feel my lips open and a coolness as the air evaporated the moisture in my wet pussy.

That seemed to satisfy him and he brought over a board with hooks in it to tie my ankles to keep my legs open. I was puzzled by this since before my ankles were tied to the wall but he explained. "Now I can turn you so every lash can be recorded."

I was not sure I would want to see what this new whip would do to me but I didn't say anything. He stood by my side idly swinging the whip and said, "Do you still want sixty-three lashes?"

"I am afraid that may be too much. I know that whip will hurt a lot.Would it be okay if I just took ten on my bottom, ten on my thighs, ten on my tummy, ten on my boobs and ten on my crotch?"

"It is up to you. In what order should I whip you?"

Again I had to make the decision. I thought I should be whipped on the least sensitive areas first in the hope excitement would let me bear the others and said, "My bottom, my tummy, my boobs,my thighs, and then my crotch."

"By crotch, do you mean your pussy?"

"Yes. My pussy! It has led me to this and should be punished most of all!"

He turned me so my back was to the camcorder then said, "I soaked the whip in oil so it would be softer for you. I want you to be able to brace yourself for the lash so count to ten. As you say the number I will hit you."

I took a deep breath then said,"One."

There was a "Slap!" followed instantly by a sharp sting that seemed to radiate from the centers of my butt cheeks. I gasped at the deeper pain as I realized that oiling the whip had only made it heavier and more flexible to hug my skin even on the sides of my cheeks. It was worse than the one I had given myself but somehow better as the deeper pain stimulated nerves that radiated to my pussy.I said, "Two."

This one was just a little lower which seemed to radiate even faster to my clit and I quickly said "Three!" so there would be no lessening of sensation.