The first spank was at the base of my butt. It was not easy! The leather skirt seemed to give little protection and I felt a sharp sting and then heat to my right cheek followed rapidly by sting and heat to the left one. All the sexy parts of my body were involved as my pussy moved against that wonderful lump in his crotch and my nipples dragged against the couch as I pumped my body to meet the spanks.

Suddenly just as I was really getting into it he stopped!

"Happy Birthday baby."

I realized he must have given me the fifteen spanks but I did not want him to stop.

My voice shuddered as I said, "You missed out on my last birthday. Do you want to make up for it?"

"I must be doing this wrong. You aren't supposed to like it. It must be this thick skirt."

"I think you are right. You said it would sting."

I was lying. It was stinging and hot but I wanted more sting and more heat.

The skirt had a zipper at the back that ran all the way to the hem. He unzipped it and it fell away from my butt cheeks. I blushed but then forgot my embarrassment as his wonderful hands now began massaging my bare cheeks. Ifelt a tug on the skirt and lifted up for him to pull it out and drop it on the floor so I could have my pussy closer to his crotch.

He went backto massaging my bare buns as I moaned and sighed with pleasure. Then he said,

"You are kind of naughty to run around without panties. Maybe I should make your spanking a little harder. Raise up again so I can take off my belt."

That scared me a little but he had not really hurt me so far so I got up on my hands and knees so he could take off his belt.

When he had it off he showed it to me. It was about two inches wide and maybe a quarter inch thick.

"Does this scare you?"

"Yes a little. I guess I deserve it though."

This was totally different. It really stung and now he could hit both cheeks at once and the top of my thighs. He seemed to know just how much I could stand. As I became used to the pain and was able to turn it into excitement he would hit harder and toward the end when he pulled my legs apart to hit the tender inner thighs I came. I had experienced small orgasms before by playing with my clitoris but nothing like this. I found myself squealing like a pig.

When he quit and I had calmed down a little I asked him where I could find a mirror so I could look at my poor bottom. When he told me where to go I started to pick up my skirt but he said,

"Just leave the skirt there!"

I hesitated but then thought it was a little late to be modest and I was proud he wanted to see my body. I went into the bedroom with a three way mirror. By the time I got there almost all the sting had gone away and all I felt was heat all the way to my pussy. I was relieved to see my butt, thighs and inner thighs were very red but there were only a few welts and nothing serious.

I was a little embarrassed going back to him as I would be facing him. I kept my hands in front of my pussy to maintain as much modesty as possible.

When I faced him he said,

"Put your hands by your sides."

When I hesitated.

"Do it!"

Somehow it thrilled me to be given commands especially by someone who had hurt me and made me love it. I moved my hands away and when he told me to spread my legs I spread them little by little as he asked for more until they were so wide I am sure the lips of my pussy were gaping open.

"My God you are beautiful. Even your pussy is pretty. Take off your blouse and bra. I want to see all of you."

I was proud of the fact he thought I was pretty. Only my mother had told me that before now and she did not really count. When I had them off he had me pose in different positions. Every pose brought new compliments. Finally he had me stand in front of him again with my legs spread and my hands behind my back while he said.

"You came during the spanking didn't you? Do you think it is fair you came and I didn't?"

"I'm sorry. You must think I am a real slut. Honest I did not know I would react that way. I am a virgin and want to save myself for my husband."

"There are other ways to satisfy a man."

My girlfriend had told me how she had jerked off her boyfriend. It sounded a little disgusting as he had came on her fingers but I supposed it was the least I could do.

Would you like me to use my hand to get you off?"

"No. I was thinking of you using your mouth."

"Oh God. That sounds really disgusting. I would probably throw up."

"Shit. You are making a big deal out of nothing. It is no worse than sucking your thumb. I keep it very clean.

However, I will offer an alternative. While you were gone I added up the spankings due to me since you were eight. If you take the fifty-five spanks I will forget about the blow-job."

"I know this may surprise you but that alternative appealed to me as I knew the pain was not that great and I would probably have another glorious orgasm. Unfortunately my ass was already very red and I did not know if it could take fifty-five more on top of the twenty-nine I had already absorbed. I didn't realize how long I was debating in my mind until I heard.

"Well. What do you want to do?"

I was startled by his voice and blurted out.

"I would like to take the fifty five spanks but I don't know if my poor bottom can take that many more. It is already very red."

"You have a lot of areas open we haven't touched. Your back, the inner thighs, the front of your thighs, your stomach, and your breasts. You might not be able to stand still for all of them so I could tie you to the posts at the entry to the dining room."

Jesus. I thought he must be telepathic. I had a dream once where I was a southern belle who had ordered a slave whipped. He had kidnapped me and stripped me then tied me to two trees about six feet apart just like the posts Bobby pointed out and then whipped me. When I awoke I was so excited Just a few touches to my pussy were enough to get me off. I knew the dream was caused by a terrible heat rash I had but that did not make it any less exciting.

"I guess that would be okay. I won't feel so guilty for asking for it if I am tied and it may make it more exciting for you."

He went to get a sheet to tear up to use the strips to tie me. I stood between the posts while the excitement built until I could not resist stroking my pussy. I was almost there when I heard him coming back so I was anxious for him to get on with it.

"Are you sure you want me to tie you up and whip you? This is going to hurt."

I couldn't understand why he was asking me again. I had already agreed.

"Yes go ahead."

"No I want to be sure. Say please tie me up and whip me all over."

Suddenly the idea of asking for it excited me even more. I practically panted.

"Please tie me to the posts and whip me all over. My butt, my thighs, my stomach, and even my breasts but not my back. Someone may see the marks."

He tied my legs so far apart the tendons in my thighs were in bold relief then he tied my arms above and to each side of my head so my whole body was stretched to the limit.

He started at my butt then forehanded and backhanded my thighs so the end of the belt hit the tender inner thighs so close to my pussy I expected to feel terrible pain in my pussy at any moment.

He could get a lot better swing with the belt with me tied than he could while I was on his lap. The pain was so bad I could not convert it to excitement till he started hitting me across the top of my pussy hair and slowly left stripe after stripe as he moved slowly up to my breasts. I then got so excited I was straining to lower myself so he would get to my breasts faster and pumping out my body to meet his belt.

He was very methodical on my breasts hitting them one at a time up down and sideways to make them bob around violently on my chest.