I was wrong. He began lightly slapping my gaping pussy making it hit then slide on my clit until I was beginning to tremble and pant with excitement.

He seemed detached saying, "It is important to have her tied tightly so she can't move and spoil your aim. Notice that I am hitting much harder now but she is making no protest because the pain is nothing compared to the excitement. She is ready to go on to greater pain."

He picked up a whip that looked like a small snake. He hit me once across the lips of my pussy then across my breasts. It sunk in and I gasped at the new area of pain.

He said, "Notice how it sinks into her breasts It should never go completely out of sight. She will scream if it is too much but it is hard to tell pain screams from orgasm screams. When she goes into orgasm I will point out the signs but we don't want her to have them yet as we have more whips to try."

He hit me once more across both nipples then stopped and said, Notice that although her nipples are very sensitive the pop out stiff and ready for more."

He was making me crazy by the delay as he made comments. I was so excited I wanted them to continue faster and harder until my crashing orgasm. He let me calm down a little before picking up the next one saying. "This one has a fibreglas shaft with a leather thong on the end. It is versatile because of it's stiffness you can accurately hit a particular area like this"

He then made it whistle as he brought the small thong down on my right nipple. The pain was so great it took my breath away but when he hit the other one I screamed.

He said, "That was a scream of pain. It is all right to have a few like that."

He brought it between my legs to hit right on my nerve filled asshole. I screamed again thinking nothing could be worse but I was wrong because the next went between the lips of my pussy to hit right on my engorged clitoris. I screamed and bucked but he ignored me then said, It creates a new dimension of pain by using the shaft. Normally that is limited to the tough buttock area but for one we can do this."

He hit me between my navel and pussy across my body. I howled again sure that he had cut me from the searing pain.

Joe said excitedly, "Jesus that makes a horrible welt. It is dark red and already raising."

"Yes that is why it should only be used on the butt when they have done something to displease you."

I moaned, "Oh God. Please! No more terrible pain."

"I think she has earned an orgasm. I will use this whip for that just as a demonstration. If you have caused her too much pain to cum remember that the pussy whip will make her forget the suffering."

The whip he had now looked like a belt coming out of a wooden handle. He said, "Remember to always hit her with the flat side if you hit her with the edge it may cut her."

He started at my breasts and slowly worked down to my pussy with me accompanying the loud "Slap" with my gasps and squeals. He said "Rachel! Tell me when you want me to hit your pussy!"

My excitement kept building as he skipped over my pussy to set my inner thighs on fire. I was screaming but now with passion when I remembered what he had said and screamed, "My pussy. Hit my pussy I am cumming."

He hit it over and over while my orgasms grew until I fell silent and let my head drop in exhaustion.

They let me hang there panting and trembling while the man continued his lecture.

"She didn't need to tell us she was cumming. If you didn't notice look for these signs next time. Her stomach will tremble, she will sweat profusely. and her pussy will become red and engorged even without being hit."

"Now let's stop the pain." He left to come back with a damp towel. The coolness stopped the heat and pain instantly. By the time my breathing was back to normal all the pain was gone except the welt across my stomach from the fibreglas shaft.

I said weakly, "Please let me down. I am exhausted."

"Not quite yet. Joe have you taught her to be obedient?"

"I haven't had to. She has always done what I asked."

"Yes but she may have wanted it. It is important to have her obey to do something abhorrent to her. I noticed she objected to your order to undress in front of me. A true slave will object to nothing. To obey she must believe the alternative would be terrible. I will demonstrate. Rachel! Raise your head and look at me."

I weakly lifted my head to look into his cold eyes.

"You are no longer excited and any more blows will hurt you badly.I have one more thing to demonstrate. I will just hit you three times. That is alright with you isn't it?"

I cried, "Please. No more. I can't take anymore."

"That is the wrong answer. If you give another wrong answer I will have to give you several lashes on your breasts with the fiberglass shaft that left the welt on your stomach I am sure you can still feel. Now what do you say?"

"Oh God! Please hit me three more times."

He turned from me to speak to Joe. I will now test her obedience with this item you should have. It is just a thick leather paddle but you will notice it has holes drilled in it to both cut air resistance and to leave painful round hickies on the skin."

He turned to me and said, "I am going to hit you on the front of your thighs which is not particularly sensitive. When you have braced for it just say "Now." You have thirty seconds."

He began to count slowly. When he got to fifteen I said "Now!" Grateful he had not picked my inner thighs or worse, my pussy."

It hurt awful. I screamed "Oww! That hurts terribly."

"Yes. Now that you know how it feels I want you to say, 'Please hit my left breast.' You have thirty seconds. I let twenty go by before I realized as bad as the paddle was the shaft would be worse. I sobbed and said plaintively, "Please hit my left breast."

It was even worse than my thigh. I screamed then looked down to see my breast was very red with purple dots where the holes had let the skin pop though.

He let me cry for awhile then said, "Let me know when you want me to hit your right breast."

It took all my nerve but at least this was the last. Before he started counting I raised my head defiantly and said, "Please hit my right breast. You bastard."

It was just as bad or worse than my left. I hung there sobbing for several minutes before I stopped and they let me down to rest in a big chair in the corner while I tried to soothe my throbbing and aching breasts by caressing them gently. Both nipples had hickeys on them and were standing out like little hardons.

The man put the whips in a sack then they went out of sight. when they came back the man was carrying another sack.

They came back in my room and I got up to put on my dress assuming we were leaving but Joe told me to sit back down.

The man said, "Joe told me that you were unable or unwilling to get his dick down your throat for a really good blow-job and that you had refused anal sex. We have decided to help you overcome your objections."

I said, "I can't get his dick down my throat. It makes me gag and anal sex seems disgusting."

"You will love anal sex once you have tried it and I have a skinny dick to get you used to swallowing it. Now get on your hands and knees. I had learned not to object as I watched them undress although I was hurt that Joe would let this man use me.

When the man was naked I saw that his dick was skinnier than Joe but it made up for it in length. It had to be over eight inches long. He walked out then returned carrying four of the little pussy whips. Even though the one used on me just brought on excitement I cringed at the idea of even more whipping.

I whined, "Please don't whip me anymore. My boobies and pussy are still throbbing with pain."

"Trust me. You will love this."

He handed Joe a tube of lubricating jelly he began to spread on his dick. Just the thought of what they were going to do had excited them. I stared at their hard dicks with a combination of dread and excitement.