He saved my nipples for last. The pain was indescribable. By the third lash I was babbling.

"Stop. Please stop. I want to suck you."

He stopped and waited for me to calm down enough to be coherent then said,

"I want you to say please give me five lashes to my pussy so I can give you a great blow job."

He slowly started taking off his clothes. He looked as if he could leave me hanging there forever.

I could not imagine what it would feel like to be hit on my pussy. I finally decided if it was only five I could take it.

He was standing there naked with a hard-on that had to be eight inches long and as big around as a large cucumber when I said with a quiver,

"Please give me five lashes on my pussy. I will give you a great blow- job."

He hit the left and right pussy lip alternatively with the end welting the inner cheeks of my ass. I was in monster orgasms when he brought the fifth lash right up the center to hit my clit and my asshole. My body began to shudder violently and I was still shaking when he cut me down.

I was so grateful for the monster orgasm I kissed him then let myself slide down his body kissing his chest and stomach until I was on my knees and let his dick slide into my mouth. My mind was so screwed up I was actually grateful to him for letting me suck him. I followed all his directions using my tongue on the head of his dick and his balls and then taking all I could into my throat till I was gagging. In a short time he was filling my throat and mouth with cum. He would not let me take his dick out of his mouth until I had drank all his cum and his dick was completely soft.

Then he took me up to his room and massaged some salve on my whipped skin till the pain went away.

When I felt better he told me I had a reward coming to me and began licking my pussy. I had heard of this but I had never believed anyone would actually do it.

It was mixed pain and pleasure as he would pinch my nipples or pull on my cunt hair at the same time till I had a wonderful orgasm and dropped off to sleep.

He woke me up and helped me dress to go home. I could not believe I got home at eleven-thirty. It seemed like I had been with him for several hours. I thought I was definitely in love with him and would do anything for him.

The next morning I had second thoughts. The emotions he had brought out in me scared me to death. I began to believe if I stayed with him I would end up either in a hospital or nut house.

He called me about eleven that morning and asked me how I felt. I said I was fine and for the first time realized that this was the truth. Nothing hurt. It was like the night before had never happened.

He asked me to go on a picnic with him.

"I don't think I should Bobby. What happened last night really bothers me. I am afraid it may happen again and I might really get hurt."

"Come on. Get real. You just said you were fine. I never hit you very hard and I never will. I'll bet you never came that hard before."

"That is what bothers me! I liked it too much. I never tried to stop you. I must be some kind of pervert and I have to stop it now."

"I think we should talk about this. I will be over to get you in an hour. Be ready."

He hung up before I could say "No". I decided it was just as well I met with him so I could convince him I meant what I said.

I went up to change clothes deciding to wear some comfy loose jeans and a flannel shirt to be as unsexy as possible. While changing I inspected my body. All the redness was gone and there were only a few small bruises where the end of the belt hit more than once in one spot. To tell the truth I was a little disappointed since my bruised body was one of the arguments I had planned to use to break up the relationship.

I told my folks I was going to a picnic with Bobby. They were pleased about it and Mom said,

"I think it is wonderful you found such a nice handsome boy. Be nice to him. Rich, handsome, nice boys are hard to find."

God. She would shit if she really knew him. I was about to tell her I was thinking of breaking up with him when I heard his car in the driveway and ran out to meet him.

I tried to explain why I could not see him any more but he interrupted me.

"We will talk about that when we get to the house. I have been working on something all night and I want you to see it."

I sat quietly as my mind raced over what he had been working on. Was he going to show me torture devices, whips, or what. Whatever it was I planned to let him know in no uncertain terms that I was not interested.

When we were in the house he offered me a drink but I was not about to have one since I blamed my drunkenness for the whole scene the night before.

When I was seated on the couch he put a tape in the VCR. It was me! I was in living color and the man with me had his face blanked out.

"God. How did you do this? I didn't see a camera. Turn it off. I don't want to see it!"

"No way. I worked hard on this to edit it just right for maximum effect. My Dad installed a magnificent burglar alarm system. Every inch of every room is video taped in case of a break-in. Naturally I can manually turn on the cameras. You will note that I am unrecognizable and that you are submitting to everything with no protest. If you decide you don't want to see me anymore, copies of this tape will go to your folks, the school principal and the Police. On top of that I can make some good bucks off it. I know an outfit in California that specializes in these. You could be world-famous."

I shuddered at the possibilities.

I couldn't take my eyes off that damn tape. My God he was right. I was obviously enjoying every thing that was happening. I did not even realize that I had been pushing my body out to meet the belt and my butt to meet his hand. He even had tape of me looking very excited playing with my pussy standing between the posts and inspecting my body in the mirror where I was smiling as I caressed my red skin. To make it worse the damn tape was turning me on. I could almost feel every lash as he hit me on the tape.

I was moaning, "Oh no. Oh no." as I watched but at the same time I felt my panties getting wet as my excitement built.

Fantastic as it may seem I was relieved he had the tape. Now I did not have to feel guilty about continuing with him to get the great orgasms. I was being forced into it!

Finally the tape was over just as I thought I could not go another minute without touching myself. It was longer than it had actually been since he showed the same lashes from different camera angles.

"Well. What do you think? Do you want to be a movie star for a few days before you go to jail?"

"You couldn't send this to the police. I would tell them you got me drunk and took them."

"I doubt it. You are begging for it on the tape and you may know that my uncle is the Police chief and my cousin is head of the vice squad. The other factor is that my uncle and cousin are both into S&M. They would love to have you in their jail. Especially since you so obviously enjoy being whipped."

I remembered the jail tour the school arranged to try to scare us away from drugs. Especially the part where the guard told us the basement cells were sound-proof so they wouldn't have to hear the addicts screaming during drug withdrawal. They could torture me to death and no- one would hear me.

I shuddered and said with a whimper,

"You win. Are you going to torture me all the time?"

"No of course not. You are beautiful and I like you. I will enjoy being seen with you. It is just that I was born a hundred years too late. I hate this feminist shit. I want a girl that will cater to my every whim and appreciate the things I do for her. Or to her. You will only be punished when you displease me, you volunteer, or as a test of your willingness to submit. I will of course be angry if you disobey my orders. Do you understand?"