Joe knelt behind me and I felt the head of his dick pressing on my tiny puckered anus still sensitive from the whip that had wrenched it out of shape. He slapped my ass really hard and told me to relax my ass muscles. I did and felt this stretching sensation as the head burrowed into my tiny hole. It really stretched and there was some pain as his dick was bigger than any turd I had ever expelled and it was going the wrong way. The front of his body came up against my ass just as the man bent down his spring hard dick to push it into my mouth.

He grabbed a handful of my hair to pull my head forward but when the head hit my throat I gagged so he told Joe to get into rhythm with him so they were both pushing at the same time. Suddenly I felt blinding pain on both breasts as he used both hands to bring the ends of the lash onto my nipples. I screamed around his dick and he said, "Your tit-whipping will stop when your nose is buried in my pubic hair."

Then my pussy exploded as Joe brought the ends of his whip into it. At each thrust the whips hit my breasts and pussy until my body was overloaded with sensations. I happened to swallow just as the man pushed his dick in my mouth and found that was the secret as his dick slid down my throat until my nose hit his body. Now I could concentrate on all the sensations and rapidly went into orgasms. The man lied about stopping my tit-whipping when I could take his dick down my throat but I didn't care I was loving the extra sensations of pain.

The man came first but he left his slowly softening dick in my mouth until Joe dropped his whips to grasp my waist to push as much of his dick into me as possible while cumming.

We just kind of fell to the floor in a heap to get our breath. When we had calmed the man said we were really sweaty and took us to a big shower. We washed each other and it felt wonderful to have their soapy hands running over my body.

When we left I had never felt so alive. I could feel every caress of the silk dress as I moved and even the slight breeze going up my dress to my still throbbing pussy. I couldn't resist caressing myself on the way home in spite of the fact other cars could have seen me.

Joe grinned at me and said, "I am glad to see you are still turned on. Some of the things he did to you seemed to cause a lot of pain. Are you mad at me for putting you through all that."

"No. It is alright. My orgasms made up for it but please don't use the fiberglass whip unless you get mad at me. It hurts terribly. I am surprised at you and a little hurt that you would share me with another man."

"The key thing there is that I chose to share you. If I should ever catch you with anyone else without my permission I will kill both of you. I love you very much and will only share you when I am sure we will both enjoy it."

"I admit I enjoyed most of it. There were a lot of firsts. I have never stripped in front of a strange man before or had sex with two men and I have never felt as helpless as I did on that "X" frame. I could not move at all to avoid anything."

"Yes I liked seeing you on it. I ordered one for you. It will be delivered sometime next week."

We agreed that I had received enough pain for one day so we spent the rest of the evening just licking and caressing each other and making slow gentle love. It was very nice but it lacked the fantastic excitement of being whipped. In order to cum I had to fantasize about being hung from the ceiling in my high school gym while the whole football team took turns whipping me while the girls and teachers cheered them on.

While he was sleeping I dwelled on my fantasy while I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit when a memory came out of nowhere that I must have blocked out for years. I lied about never stripping in front of a strange man before.

I remembered that I was eleven years old because my folks were still giving me birthday spankings and my birthday had been the day before. I had received my first good jewelry and was showing my necklace and matching bracelet to the other girls in class. I had been warned to keep quiet by the teacher and when I kept talking he sent me to the principal. A lot of the girls including me had a crush on the principal because he looked like Clint Eastwood and we had seen his heroic movies.

He said that I had a choice of five days detention for an hour or a spanking. it seemed better to get it over with quickly so I chose the spanking. Then I had another choice to make. he handed me a heavy wooden paddle and a leather strap and told me to choose the one I wanted used on me.

The paddle was very heavy and I was sure it would bruise me so I chose the strap.

He said that it might not be appropriate because it was too light to be used on top of clothing. If I was wearing a skirt it could just be lifted but since I was wearing a jumpsuit it would have to be taken off and that might offend my modesty.

Perversely that appealed to me. Although I was not wearing a bra yet my boobs were big enough for one and I was very proud of them. This would give me a chance to show them off to someone I admired. I told him I would take off my jumpsuit. I really enjoyed the way he admired my boobs which were bigger than any of the other girls . I remembered he said it had to be on bare skin so I slipped off my cotton panties to stand in front of him excitedly totally naked.

He gulped and stared at my nearly hairless pussy then said "I could have just hit your thighs or back but since they are off you may as well leave them off since you obviously expected to be hit on your buttocks."

I started to bend over his desk but he evidentally did not want to ruin his view because he told me to stand up and hold on to the bars on his chandelier. I really had to stretch to reach it and was rewarded by his saying that my body was beautiful.

I expected him to go behind me for my spanking but he stayed there and told me to try not to yell as it would upset the office staff. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn't yell then facing me he brought the strap around the side of my hip to let the ends hit my butt. To my surprise it did not hurt too badly and it only made a small "Slap" when it hit. I realized that no-one outside with all the office noise would know I was being spanked as long as I didn't yell. I didn't need to yell it was mostly exciting and I just made little gasps as lash after lash slapped against my butt. My clitoris began to tingle as it did when I played with myself and I began taking deep breaths as the excitement grew. He stepped closer to me and now the strap came all the way around me to let the end snap into my pubic hair. This really accelerated the excitement and when the end came around lower the next time I opened my legs to let it get between my legs. This really encouraged him. he sent one more that hit right on the lips of my pussy and when I just moaned, "Yes," he stopped all pretense of strapping my butt and began bringing the strap up from the floor directly on my pussy. My only reaction was to moan and open my legs wider as I went into an orgasm much stronger than I had reached by playing with myself. I let go of the bars to squeeze my breasts which evidentally let him know I had cum. He stopped and I suddenly felt guilty and ashamed of my reaction. I hurried into my jumpsuit jamming my panties in my pocket. Fortunately school was out by then so I could go directly home. My girlfriends walked with me curious about what had happened. I knew if I told them I was spanked They would want all the details so I lied and said he just bawled me out. Mary said I was really lucky because he had paddled her. June agreed and said she was lucky Mary had been paddled and had warned her to choose the strap even though it was embarrassing to have to pull up her skirt. Both thought it had been a horrible experience which made me feel even guiltier for enjoying it. I guess that is why I blotted it from my memory but now it made me feel good to know I had always been excited by pain. I felt guilt free thinking it was just something in my genes that I had no control over.