When Jim got home I told him what she had said. He said they must have had a lot of suppressed urges because he did not expect them to get into weird things so soon. He liked the idea of handcuffs to make me helpless and added to it by saying I could only be on my knees while I wore them. He also brought home a couple of fly swatters made with wire screen he said should make me super horny. He had me walk over to where he was sitting on my knees then began slapping my boobs with them. I scurried over to him eagerly thinking they would just make a little sting but I was wrong. They really hurt! Especially on my nipples which took most of the spanks. I was crying before the excitement let me welcome the pain. My boobs were red and swollen with the nipples sticking out like litttle hard-ons when he finally stopped to fuck me.

Dear Diary Feb 26, 1990

Mom called to say, "Oh Jane. Yesterday was fantastic. He must have been thinking about me on the way home because when he walked in the door and saw me on the stool he just dropped his pants and fell on me. I don't think he has ever been in me that deep before. It was marvelous. When we came he took off the rope and handcuffs and actually apologized for the bruises they had left on my boobs. I was so grateful for this first sign of compassion I told him that I loved him and if it excited him to hurt me I wouldn't mind. I thought he would be grateful but it just made him curious. He got the whip and had me stand in front of him with my legs open and my hands on my head and said, 'I am going to make a little experiment to see how much you are willing to suffer for me. I am going to spank your tummy, then your boobs and finally your pussy. You can stop me anytime but after those three if you are willing to take more you will say, 'Harder'.

The first three were real light with just a tiny sting. I didn't give a damn about proving anything. I really did want them harder. Starting easy and then just a little harder each time made me relish the pain. I took eighteen with the last three really burning before I was so excited I moved to him to slide down his body until I was on my knees frantically sucking his dick. I think I made a mistake. When he fucked me he noticed I was sopping wet and said, 'That just made you excited. That is either from letting you have control or else this whip is not severe enough.'

When he came home he handed me a package with thick round leather thongs and also some thick plastic coated stranded electrical wire. I am braiding them to make whips while he is getting us chinese take-out. It is really strange and frightening to make my own torture instruments. They are really heavy and I know they will hurt horribly. My only hope is his promise not to use them unless I am really naughty. I have to hang up now. I hear his car coming up the driveway."

I knew he was mean but that sounded horrible. At the same time I was curious about how they would feel. I actually wondered how many lashes I could take before fainting. Dwelling on it made me so horny I met Jim at the door naked and practically ripped off his pants to suck him. Unfortuneately that just made him grateful and he fucked me with no whipping. I went to sleep feeling unfulfilled.

Dear Diary Feb 27, 1990

Mom called, She said, "After we had eaten the Chinese. He sat in a chair fondling his crotch while he watched me braiding the thongs to make a handle. When I finished the leather one I gave it to him and was frightened when he brought it down on the coffee table to make a loud splat! Then he said that the thongs were much longer than they needed to be and began tieing knots in them. I knew the knots would make it worse. I was so nervous I made mistakes braiding the wire whip but finally finished it and gave it to him. He hit the coffee table again to make a loud noise and shake the table to make me gasp.

Then he said we should try them out with one by each on my butt. They looked evil and I protested but he just got mad and said that just for protesting I would get two with each. He tied me over the back of the couch evidentally knowing I would run after feeling the first one. It was terrible! Nothing has ever hurt so much and they left terrible purple welts. My only consolation is that he knows they don't excite me. I was in so much pain and so frightened when he tried to fuck me I was so dry he had to go down on me to get me wet. He must have felt guilty because he licked me a lot longer than he ever had before to let the pain die. The terrible thing about it is that I think even these terrible whips would excite me if he had started easy and slowly hit harder to let me get used to them.

When we went to bed he hugged me and said that he was grateful that I was willing to do almost anything to excite him especially since some business friends told him their wives were bitches and hardly believed I would be so compliant. To my shame he even told them I was willing to be whipped just to excite him.

I told him I felt humiliated since they would probably tell their friends. He said they wouldn't because they didn't believe him.

He laid there a moment and then said, 'I think I will have them over for dinner friday night so they can see how nice you are. Make that great prime rib you do so well.'

I said, 'Oh God. You aren't thinking of making me get naked in front of them are you?"

"I don't know. I may get jealous but then it didn't bother me to have Jim see you since he said I was lucky to have such a beautiful wife and it didn't seem to bother you much."

"But it did! It was horribly embarrassing. You know that! I was blushing all down my front."

"Yeah. You are right. I remember I had this great feeling of power to be able to have you do it."

Oh Jane. That is what worries me. Having the power may be stronger than his jealousy. It was bad enough with Jim when I was sure it would be a secret. I am sure strangers would tell everything. I may have to choose the whips rather than to show myself."

I tried to console her saying that Dad would never do that and was just teasing her but down deep I knew there was a possibility.

That is when I realized we were not completely alike. Her description of the whips frightened me and I knew I could never stand that much pain while she thought they could be bearable and she seemed genuinely frightened at the prospect of having to strip in front of strangers while the thought of me doing it made me wet.

When Jim got home I told him what she had told me. He didn't seem surprised that she thought she may be able to stand the new whips saying, "I think she could get off on them if he started easy. She seems tougher than you and evidentally thinks you are tough too. Remember, she hit you harder than your Dad or I did."

"Yeah but those whips sound awful. They left terrible welts especially where the knots hit. Don't you think it is strange she would consider being whipped by them rather than get naked?"

Maybe not. Your Dad said she has been trained to be modest since she was tiny. Perhaps she needs the whips to relieve her guilt."

I changed the subject at that point by asking shyly, "You woulddn't want to show me off in front of your friends, would you?"

I was actually disappointed when he said, "God no. My friends would never be satisfied just to look, and nobody fucks you except me."

Dear Diary Feb 28,90

Mom called to say the dinner was off because Dad's friends would be out of town for a trial that was running long. she said she felt a little confused. She was relieved that the possibility of being stripped in front of strangers was no longer a threat but at the same time she couldn't help but be curious as to how that may effect her. She said she had a dream where they were travelling in Egypt and somehow she had become separated from Dad and kidnapped. She had been taken to a huge palace where she was stripped and auctioned off. She said it was horribly embarrassing being held by two men facing hundreds of men in turbans but at the same time she felt proud that they excitedly bid thousands of dollars for her. She woke up just as she was being led offstage.