My orgasms kept getting more powerful until my senses just became overloaded to cause me to slump in my bonds in exhaustion.

To my surprise it was Dad who grabbed her arm to say, "I think she has learned her lesson. Haven't you Jane?"

He realized I was so overcome I could not answer but was satisfied by my nodding my head and sobbing. They just stood there watching me avidly as I hung there shuddering and sobbing. Mom had hit me harder than Jim ever had and I kind of hated her when she said excitedly, "Oh. She will remember this lesson. Look how red her breasts and crotch have become."

I was glad to see her recoil when Dad said, "Yes they are swollen too. Don't expect any mercy from me."

I calmed enough to plead piteously, "I'll be good. I promise I will do anything you want. I will never say 'No' again. Please! I promise!"

They got me loose and let me lie on the floor then Jim went to a sink to soak towels in cool water that Mom laid over my burning skin till I was blanketed from my knees to my neck. The heat and pain went away almost completely. Exhaustion took over and I went to sleep.

When I woke up I was still lying on the floor covered in wet towels and alone in the room that was now dimly lit. During my ordeal the room had been as bright as in full sun.

I got up to find a towel to dry myself so I could be warm and faced a mirror. Amazingly the nearly maroon color of my breasts and pussy had faded to a light red. My body proved she had been meaner than Dad because my butt was just a healthy pink. I looked around and saw that in the dim light the manacles and chains hanging from the walls and ceiling made it look more like dungeons I had seen in horror movies. I had a flashback of a man being whipped with blood rolling down his back and wrapped the dry towel around me to escape this place of horror.

When I got upstairs they were sitting on the couch fully clothed and sipping coffee. I still felt cold and asked if I could have some.

Jim looked at me disapprovingly and said, "My God. Will you never learn? Who told you to cover yourself?"

I told him that I was sorry and that I had put on the towel because I was cold. I let it fall to the floor.

Mom told me to come over to her. She turned me around slowly while pointing out the small welts left by the ends of the thongs then she said, "Jim, the whip is wonderful. I am sure she was in a great deal of pain but there is hardly any damage to her skin."

Dad agreed, "Yes it is wonderful. I will use it on you from now on but of couse you will get a lot more spanks than the paddle and over more sensitive areas than your butt."

Mom made a little gasp thinking of it landing on her but I could tell the idea did not cause her anguish.

Jim said I could have coffee so I ran to the kitchen to pour a cup relieved to be away from their prying eyes. I felt even more naked with them fully dressed and stayed in the kitchen till Jim said, "What is taking you so long?"

I went back to them to sit down clenching my legs together and holding my cup with both hands to sip on it so my arms could cover part of my breasts.

Jim watched me grinning at my discomfort while my parents just stared. I suddenly realized that I was sucking in my tummy as much as possible to make what they could see look good for them from their vantage point on the couch facing me.

Finally my cup was empty and I had no further excuse to have my arms in front of my breasts but I continued to hold the cup in front of my lips trying to think of another way to hide.

Jim finally got disgusted. "My God. What is it going to take to get you used to being nude? Do you think you are fooling us with your legs clenched and holding your cup with two hands to hide your breasts?

Of course that was the idea but I protested. "No. I always hold my cup like this." It was an unsuccesful lie.

"You have made two mistakes. You just lied to me and you said "No". Come over here."

I made a little sob but got up to take the two steps over to him remembering to let my arms hang down by my sides so his view of my body would not be obstructed.

When I stood in front of him I watched anxiously while he slowly slid his belt out of his pants then rolled it around his fist till about eighteen inches of it came out of the coil. He told me to give the belt to my father and sit on the coffee table in front of him with my hands on my head. I was then to say, "I am a liar. Please whip my breasts ten times." I knew if I protested I would get something even worse and was glad he was just wearing a dress belt rather than the big thick belt he wore with his jeans.

When I was positioned the way he wanted with my legs wide spread to be outside his, my elbows back, and my chest pushed out he began to backhand and forehand my breasts watching them bob and weave from the impacts with fascination. Fortunately he thought my boobs were super sensitive so he did not hit hard and it was simply exciting. I made no protest when I had to repeat everything for Mom and Jim.

By the time my poor boobies had absorbed the thirty lashes they were glowing red, stinging, with a dull ache and swelling. To my shame I was so excited the coffee table was wet between my legs from the fluid leaking from my gaping pussy.

My Dad suddenly stood up rearranging his hard penis so it would not be so noticable and said, "We have to go if we are to get to the store to get the supplies to make a dungeon like yours." My insane mother said excitedly, "Oh yes! I'll help you!"

When they left I went to Jim and pleaded, "Oh God! Please make love to me so I'll know I am forgiven."

He stood up and said, "Alright. Get me ready."

I took off his shirt and pants glad to see he wasn't wearing shorts to reveal his hard penis. I licked and sucked on it until he laid on his back so I could straddle him to bury that beautiful dick deep into me and began pumping and gyrating madly while he mauled my red boobs and pinched the nipples and spanked my bottom until I had a glorious orgasm. Later on when we went to bed he was so gentle and loving I resolved never to argue with him about anything he wanted me to do. He obviously knew what was best for me. I only regretted he had not found me sooner. The little nubbin hidden by the lips of my pussy was tingling deliciously.

Feb 25,1990

Dear Diary,

Mom called me to say excitedly that they had been able to get the material to make padded wrist and ankle cuffs and gobs of rope and other things. He had put pulleys in the ceiling and walls of the garage and had tied her in an "X" shape that exposed her completely. She said, "He didn't whip me since I had done nothing wrong but just hanging there deliciously stretched was enough to excite me. Especially since I imagined I was a slave about to be whipped in front of a lot of men. I could even imagine them staring avidly at the open lips of my pussy. It was all I could do not to beg him to whip me but I was afraid that if he knew it excited me he may get really mean. I finally got so horny I said if he would let me down I would suck his cock. Even that was exciting because I still imagined I was a slave. Best of all my submissiveness made him horny enough to fuck me twice!"

"That's great Mom. Maybe now you can have an exciting sex life."

"Yes. He never cared if I was excited he only thought about himself. Actually he is still that way. Luckily for me being submissive and being made to exhibit myself excites me. If I sound funny it is because I am on a speakerphone. He went to work leaving me naked with my hands handcuffed behind my back. He also tied skinny rope around the bases of my boobs so my boobs are round and hard like grapefruit. They are starting to throb and I am so horny I am going crazy. He said at noon he is going to fuck my brains out. I am supposed to wait for him with my butt on the footstool and my shoulders on the floor with my legs wide open so the first thing he sees when he walks in the door is my open pussy. I can hardly wait. He thinks that is humiliating but it just seems exciting. I am going to hang up now because I want to do some exercises to loosen me up so I can get my legs really open."