This one was a little higher and I noticed there was now heat as well as sting as I said "Four."

This just increased the radiation to my whole lower torso and I began counting faster only pausing long enough to savor the feeling without losing the sting.

After the tenth he said in wonderment, "You are fantastic. Your butt is red and welted but you haven't screamed or cried."

He faced me and gave me a deep kiss as his fingers dug into my swollen ass cheeks to pull me into him. I swivelled my hips to rub my pussy against the lump in his pants and he realized how excited I was and said, "Do you want to take a break?"

"No. I don't want this feeling to leave. Do my front."

He turned me to face the camera and the mirror beside it. I looked wild! My body was trembling and pulsating and my face looked stricken as I panted so covered with sweat even my hair was getting wet.

As soon as he was in position at my side I said "One."

He brought it across my belly-button and I found it was even more exciting to see the red stripes form on my white skin as the pain radiated up and down my body.

I savored the sensation for a moment then gasped, "Two."

This one was lower and closer to my gash now dripping from my juices and I quickly said, "Three!"

I was frustrated when it came across above my belly button but "Four." brought another a little lower than "Two." Now I saw his pattern and began counting faster knowing that "Nine," and "Ten" would be nearly at my breasts and pussy.

At ten the lashes came across my pubic mound and I went into orgasm.

He stopped to watch my squirming, pulsating body for a moment but my orgasm subsided and I cried "One!"

He did my breasts differently. He stepped back so the ends just covered the bottom of my left breast then the top then the bottom again then the top and bottom then moved to my other side to make my right breast dance under his lash.

Then he moved back to my right side as I stared at my trembling, red, swollen boobs savoring the sensation until I moaned,"Nine." and the lash came across both nipples. I screamed "Yes!" to see it again bury itself in my boobs creating an unreal sting to my nipples that brought on another orgasm.

Again he let me settle down and when my orgasm subsided he said, "Are you ready for the thighs?"

I moaned, "OOh God. I guess so. But I don't want to count.I can't think. Just give me the rest at about the same speed. Don't stop until you are done."

"Even if you scream?"

"Yes. I should scream."

He did my thighs one at a time with the lash curling around to circle it moving closer and closer to my pussy as I watched and savored the sharper pain.

Then it was time to do my pussy and he gave it four lashes diagonally from the right side then from the left. By the seventh I was in orgasm and screaming but the last two delivered from behind with the end of the center thong ripping at my clit brought on an orgasm so strong I passed out."

I was evidentally totally exhausted because I did not wake up until the next morning.

I woke up dying of thirst. Joe asked me how I felt and when I said I was thirsty he said, "I am not surprised. Sweat and your pussy juice was running off you in streams. You were so wet you soaked the towel I used to dry you and so tired you slept through the time I was putting salve on you."

I must have really been out of it I didn't remember being dried or carried to bed.

He went into the kitchen and brought back a large glass of water and another with orange juice. I drank both of them thirstily. I felt hot and when I pulled off the comforter.I was amazed to see my body looked normal except for several small bruises where the tips had hit. The last time I saw myself in the mirror my whole front was cherry red, stinging and very hot but now there was no pain at all, even at the bruises. I began caressing the bruises puzzled by how all the terrible pain could be so completely gone.

Joe really felt bad about the bruises and began kissing them. By the time he got to my pussy I had become excited but it was obvious he was doing it as a duty because his dick was soft. I reached over to have him straddle my face and began licking and sucking his dick. We ended up in a great sixty-nine. My orgasms were building when his dick began jumping in my mouth. I choked on the load of cum he began shooting down my throat.

While we laid on the bed hugging each other he said, "I am sorry I bruised you. I guess we will not use that whip again."

I did not know what to say. That whip had brought on fantastic excitement and I wanted more but at the same time I wanted to keep the illusion that I had only done it to prove my love and not for my own excitement. I finally said, "At least not often. Let's just use it when you feel I deserve to be punished. I could never take it two nights in a row."

"God you are brave. I expected you to insist we throw it away. We might want to try different things. The guy at the sex shop said there was a leather shop in Monroe that had a huge selection of things for people that got off on pain. Would you like to go shopping tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. We might find things that are just exciting with no terrible pain."

"Great. I am taking tomorrow off because I have another surprise for you. It will probably take most of the morning to set it up. I have something else too. Since you had a birthday spanking I bought you a birthday present."

He reached down to the floor by the bed and brought up a black velvet box. It contained a lovely gold bracelet. I felt guilty again. He had given me a lovely present after giving me an absolutely mindblowing orgasm. I told him he should give me a hand spanking for the birthday he missed.

To my surprise his spanking with his hand hurt a lot more than I expected but since the spanks were so close to my pussy it turned into pure excitement. When he finished the twenty-one I crawled onto his lap to straddle his dick. It was exciting but I was afraid he would cum before I did so I told him to spank my boobs.He used both hands to mash them together when he hit the outside or directly on the nipples to mash them. I went into orgasm long before he did and hugged him in delight when he collapsed back into the chair.

The poor man was exhausted but he had to go to work because he had an important appointment. I had become a little vain and really enjoyed being naked. I spent the rest of the day walking around naked and posing in front of the mirror or dancing to fast music so I could shake my boobs and buttocks.

He didn't get home till late. I met him at the door still naked to show that even the bruises had faded just in case he felt guilty and might not want to whip me anymore. He was relieved saying, "I am glad the bruises are nearly gone. I felt guilty for marking your lovely body."

I had made a simple dinner of fried rice and salad that would keep until he got home. When we had finished he said, "Should we look at your tape now or is it too soon after your ordeal?"

I had forgotten the tape! I was curious to see if it was obvious that I had been so excited by the whipping and told him that I thought it would be exciting even though it may cause bad memories.

He undressed then we sat on the couch to watch it while fondling each other.

Just as I had feared the tape made it obvious I was a more than willing partner. His dick was hard before the first lash. When the first lash hit my stomach I gasped remembering the pain and he reached for the remote control saying, "Is the memory too painful? Should I turn it off?"

"No! Let it run! I want to see if I was brave for you."

I had not realized that I had delayed so long between counts at first. That was good because it looked like I was working up the courage for the next and not just savoring the pain.