I found my butt was not as sensitive as my inner thighs and I managed to take the first ten with only gasps until he hit the same place twice. That stung so bad I dropped the skirt to rub the burn.

He laughed and said, "Oh too bad. You dropped your skirt. Now we have to start over."

It was not fair! He had not warned me, but there was no sense in arguing. I just sobbed and held the skirt back up. I thought I might get used to it but each lash just hurt more than the last on already welted skin. I concentrated very hard on keeping my skirt up.

When he quit I kept on holding up the skirt over my burning butt in fear that there was still one more lash coming. I had never experienced sustained pain before. I could not even remember a single spanking. I was as tired as if I had run for miles. My body was drenched in sweat as I sobbed and panted for air. The terrible sharp pain subsided to an ache while I fought to keep my balance totally exhausted.

Then he came around in front of me and put his palm on my tear soaked cheeks to pull up my face to look at him and said,

"I think that is enough for your first lesson. Come with me."

He took me over to a couch and had me lie across his lap then pulled up my skirt. I blushed when he pulled down my tights and braced myself for more pain but he just began carressing my wounded butt with some kind of salve. His cool hand felt good on it and I made no protest when he pulled my legs apart to caress the welts on my inner thighs.laid there as the burn and sting of my butt and thighs began to go away along with my shuddering sobs. To my shame as the pain subsided I began to notice his thumb would rub my pussy as he did the upper thighs to cause a pleasant tingle that I did not want stopped.

I found out later that was to be a standard pattern. He would hurt me till my body would protect itself by having the nerves go numb or until I was about to become unconscious then he would stop to let me recover and do something that was pleasing.

When my sobbing changed to just deep breaths he began to talk to me in a soothing voice as he continued the nice feeling of caresses on my bottom.

"There is no need for you to suffer. All you have to do is be obedient. You should blame your parents for your lack of respect for your elders. As long as you do as you are told you will have minimal pain. Do you understand?"

"But I have always been good. My parents love me and have never had to punish me. Why do you want to hurt me?"

"You are not good. You are willful and an exhibitionist otherwise you would not have become a cheerleader. You should be quiet and obedient. Surely, there are girls and boys like that at your school."

"But they are nerds! They just wear funny clothes and keep to themselves studying all the time. Only the teachers like them because they never have to tell them to be quiet or study."

"Exactly my point. They are liked by their teachers because they are properly obedient and submissive. To use your term you will become a nerd."

I thought defiantly that there would be no way he could make me that way. I was popular because I was the complete opposite of the nerds but I realized I would have to try to convince him that I had changed if I was to get away from him. By now most of the pain had gone away so I decided I would do as he wanted unless it was too much, because I could take the pain now that I knew it did not last long. If he wanted something gross I would accept the pain. I was almost sorry when he pulled my tights back up and gave my buns a light slap.

"You are right. I have been stubborn sometimes. I will be obedient from now on. I promise. Please let me go home."

"I have a few tests first. Do you remember why I had to use the switch on you?"

"Yes. I didn't want to take off my clothes in front of you."

"Are you willing to do it now?"

That was not fair! I had paid for my refusal. I shouldn't have to do it now and said, "You have punished me for refusing to do that. I don't have to do it now do I?"

"Yes, of course. You aren't refusing are you? My arm is a little sore from your last whipping."

I began to cry again as I realized that I had suffered for nothing. Refusing just meant that I would be whipped over and over till I agreed.

I sobbed, "I'll do it if I have to."

"No. You will do it because you want to please me. Say, 'Please let me show you my body."

I cringed but said, "Please let me show you my body."

He let me up and I started to slide off the shoulder straps but he stopped me.

"No. Let's do this right. To music."

He put on some music. Some kind of jazz song I didn't recognize with a heavy beat. I slid off the shoulder straps and began pulling up my sweater but he stopped me again. "No. Dance to the music as you take off the clothes. I blushed realizing he wanted me to act like the slutty strippers I had seen in a movie but realized refusal would just earn me a whipping and began dancing as I slowly lifted my sweater. I blushed furiously at first but when he applauded when I was down to my panties and bra it occurred to me that if I excited him enough he might want to make love to me and that may make him grateful enough to take me home.

I moved closer to him and didn't object when he squeezed my boobs after the bra was off with little tugs to the nipples. To my utter shame I realized I was becoming excited. I turned my back to him and slid off the panties he took the opportunity to squeeze and caress my butt cheeks. Then I bent over waggling my butt to the music to untie my saddle shoes. His hand cupped my pussy then his finger slid in to rub against my clitoris as I continued to pump my butt to the music shuddering and panting in excitement.

I began to feel like a slut. I thought that my mother and some of my friends would have been beaten senseless rather than go through my humiliation. To make myself feel even more guilty all the pain was gone from my whipping and I began to think I had exaggerated the pain while it was happening.

He put his hands on my hips to turn me around then used his feet pressing against mine to spread my legs. I expected him to pull me down on his lap to fuck me but he reached into the side of the cushio in his chair for handcuffs he put on my wrists to hold my hands behind my back.

Guilt enveloped me as I stood in front of him with my legs spread and my hands behind my back now in handcuffs. He sat there smiling in triumph lifting and squeezing my breasts with little pinches to the nipples that made me moan then he spoke,

"Your tits are real cute. Nice and round and tight. They kind of look like a little butt. Why don't you go over to that cabinet and get the leather strap in the top drawer so you can ask me to give them ten spanks. With your hands in cuffs you will have to pick it up and bring it to me with your teeth."

That was the last straw. I could never live with myself if I agreed to do that without a struggle.

"No! I did what you asked. I should not be punished."

He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Suit yourself."

He grabbed my cuffs to drag me under the rope then tied it to my cuffs to raise my arms up behind me until I was forced to bend over. I bent over with my shoulders hurting dreading the first lash to my now bare bottom but he stepped in front of me to grab my hair to pull up my head till I could see his face.

He waved a thick strap in front of my face and then said,

"Since you won't ask me nicely to give you ten spanks on your tits I will give you twenty." Then he grinned and continued, "That is twenty on each one. Since you may have trouble keeping your head up I will tie your hair to the rope."

This took some time to find some twine to wrap around my hair and to pull my head back and up to cause an ache in my skull. In the meantime I had time to build up dread of the coming ordeal. I decided pride was not worth it and began to beg him to just give me ten. I got so desperate I offered to hold them out for him and beg for each lash. He just said I was already committed to twenty and that next time I may be more cooperative.