Jason said, "I don't know. I guess whenever we think you have had enough."

That could be hundreds I sobbed, "I am being Jessica. Why don't you hit me the same amount you hit her." I was sure that would just be a few since they had been worried she may tell on them. That hope was crushed when Jim said, "That is a great idea. Jessica was thirteen and took twenty six. You are twenty one so you get forty two."

I sobbed but there was no use protesting since it had been my idea.

Then Jason said, "Since being naked embarrasses her lets just give her a red bikini."

Jim agreed and I moaned, "Oh nooo" realizing that meant all the lashes would land on my boobs and crotch.

Actually that turned out to be best since they decided to do the back of the bikini first and that they shouldn't hit much harder than they had Jessica.

They had me turn around then stood on each side of me to take turns making even stripes on my ass. It hurt worse than the whip to make me gasp and flinch at each one but they used up a lot of their lashes to get it evenly red and to my surprise by the time they got to the bottom of my butt to make the stings very close to my pussy I became excited enough to begin enjoying the sensations.

They turned me around and now the increased stings became almost constant as they went back and forth from my boobs to my crotch. By about the tenth something snapped in my mind. Suddenly the stings became good sensations and there was a roaring in my ears that seemed to come from the unseen crowd. The combination of exhibitionism and pain brought me to orgasm just as they caused sharper stings by aiming to let the end of the switches hit my nipples and by coming down diagonally enter my slit to pull the lips open while I rocked my hips to meet the tips.

Suddenly they stopped whipping me to stand silently avidly staring at my body with my "Red Bikini" glowing in the bright lights from the sweat covering me while I pulsated with aftershocks from the powerful orgasms.

Finally I calmed enough to just breathe deeply with occasional tremors with my hands still locked to the limb having forgotten I was untied.

I was reminded I was free when Jason said in awe, "Jesus. She is unbelievable. She could have let go and ran away but she didn't, even at the ones to her nipples that made her scream. She was excited by it! Look at her pussy! It is dripping from her juices."

Jim didn't say anything he just walked up to me. I brought down my hands to hold his head as I gave him a deep kiss then said, "I'm sorry you had to whip me. I promise I will be good and never object to anything you want again."

I slid down his body with my red swollen boobs so sensitive I could feel his body hair to fondly lick and kiss his dick now so hard it was throbbing. He sat down on the grass and I took his dick in my mouth to rub it with my tongue and to bury my nose in his pubic hair to let it go down my throat.

Jaso got between my legs to push his dick into my pussy from the rear. I let my back bow so he could get it in me as deep as possible while he twiddled my engorged clit with his fingers.

It was the perfect ending. I went from the gut wrenching orgasms from pain to pleasant loving ones until they came. I sucked every drop of gism from Jim and used my vaginal muscles to milk Jason until they rolled away from me.

Jim just hugged me smiling but Jason could not get over what he had seen and done. He kept saying how brave and awesome I was until I finally felt embarrassed and said, "I wasn't so brave. You know that it eventually excited me."

"Yes but that isn't the point. I know a lot of girls that would eventually become excited from being whipped but none of them would agree to posing the way you did not knowing how badly we may hurt you. Most men have fantasies about having a girl slave. I know men who would have paid a lot to see the show you put on."

I was sure he would. Jim had told me he owned a string of strip clubs. That brought back the fantasy of a crowd out in the dark that had helped me bear the first terrible part of my switching.

The thought fascinated me and I said, "Just standing there being whipped doesn't take any talent. Do you really think men would pay to see it?"

"Are you kidding. Two of my girls have a little act where one is a teacher and the other is a student who gets spanked. She just uses a thin strap that barely turns the skin pink but the guys go wild. If you want to make some money I can set it up."

Before I could even think about it Jim said, "Forget it. I don't need my wife to whore."

Jason protested, "Whoa. She wouldn't be fucking anyone!"

"I don't care. If she would excite them that would be selling sex. Now the show is over. Why don't you go home."

"Hey man. I didn't mean to piss you off."

"You haven't. It is just late and we need to get to bed."

Jason left reluctantly and I hugged Jim saying, "Are you mad at me too?"

"Yes. You made no protest about Jason fucking you and enjoyed it."

I was honestly confused and said, "I thought that was what you wanted."

"No. I wanted you to prove you would suffer for me. Fucking my brother was not suffering."

"But you should have stopped him."

"No. You should have protested. Now I know you are just a slut out for thrills."

That hurt, especially now that I knew it was true. I knew that if they hadn't fucked me I would have begged for it. The only thing I could think of to say was, "I'm sorry. Are you going to punish me more?"

"No. I think you would just be excited by it. I am going to have to think of a punishment you won't like."

That didn't worry me. I couldn't think of anything worse than the switches and even they had turned me on eventually."

We went to bed and he pushed me away to show he was still mad. I was still too excited to sleep. My skin was still tingling from the switching especially near my clitoris so I began caressing it as I fantasized about being whipped in front of a crowd. I made a big production of it. I was hung from the ceiling and covered with several veils. Jason's dancers were dancing around me nude carrying whips. Occassionally one would rip off a veil which brought a lot of applause from this huge audience. Finally I was naked and they danced closer to hit me. My boobs, butt and pussy trembled with each lash in time with the heavy beat of the music. It is a wonder I didn't wake Jim with my trembling and moans as I brought myself to climax.

He left in the morning saying, "You aren't off the hook. You may be punished."

I wasn't worried. Each "Punishment" seemed to bring me to an even higher plane of eroticism.

I spent the rest of the day reliving the night before and playing with myself but I have become so jaded I just can't get off with masturbation anymore.

I have lost all my inhibitions. When the paper came I went out stark naked to get it actually hoping someone would see me. Chances were slim since we have a long driveway with a tall hedge but there was just enough chance that a man might walk through the space in the hedge for the drive way to excite me.

All the compliments have made me terribly vain.I spend a lot of time studying my body in the mirrors and have resolved to exercise every day to keep it looking good.

March 1,1990

Dear Diary,

Jim called this morning to say that he was meeting some clients for dinner and that they were bringing their wives. He thought I should go but since I did not have a cocktail dress I should meet him after work to buy one for me. I was not really interested in dinner but I loved the idea of new clothes and the fact Jim seemed no longer mad. I was browsing through fashion magazines to see what cocktail dresses were in fashion. I had to hurry and dress to meet Jim.

He took me to the nicest store in town. I was overwhelmed by the choices so he picked out a half dozen cocktail dresses then followed the salesgirl and me into a large dressing room. I waited for her to leave but she said "I can't fit you till you try one on."