The first lash turned out to be a double slap. My breasts were hanging straight down and when he hit the outside of my right breast it slapped violently into my left. I howled like an animal in pain!

He made it worse by laughing at me and saying, "Wow! Who would think such young firm boobs would flop like that. Let's try the left one."

Again there was a sharp sting to my left breast as it was wrenched over to hit my right one. My screams hurt my throat. He waited till my screams turned to sobs then said, "This time I will hit the top of the right one and see if it will stretch to your stomach." He asked me if I was ready and when I moaned "No. No please!" I heard the strap whistle then pain and a great pull to make me scream again.

He waited again then said, "It didn't quite hit your stomach. This time I will use more follow-through."

That one was so bad I was afraid it would be ripped off.

Again he paused then said he would hit the underside to make them hit my neck. I just sobbed then felt the underside burn as it was torn forward to hit my neck then while I was still screaming he hit the other one. He let me sob and scream until I stood quietly feeling my poor boobies burn and swell from the deep pain.

Then he caressed my throbbing boobs and said,"Only sixteen more."

The delays while my boobs burned and throbbed trying to brace my self for the next spank was killing me. I sobbed, "Please do them fast and get it over with."

"Shall I hit them hard?"

"Yes, What ever you want,just get it over with I can't stand this."

My agreeing to have them hit hard evidentally pleased him. He did not hit as hard and hit them very fast covering every inch of them while I kept screaming as my boobs jumped and twisted and burned through the whole ordeal. When he finished my poor boobies were burning and throbbing. They also felt like they were swelling till the skin was tight.

He seemed to like that too. He said, "That is great. They have swollen so much you look like you have had a boob job."

When I looked down at them when I was released I was shocked by their dark red color. I caressed them gently while he led me back to the couch. He had me lie face up on his knees then began putting some kind of cool ointment on me while he said,

"Poor baby, Will you never learn? You must feel really guilty about being such a slut to ask for so much punishment."

I didn't know what to say. As bad as it was ten spanks would have been much better than twenty and I knew that when I had refused the ten I would get much worse. Except for a deep throbbing, my breasts were feeling much better after several minutes of his caresses. I became confused, did I feel guilty like he said or did I want the punishment so I could enjoy the caresses afterward? When he twiddled my nipples a felt a twinge at my clitoris and my guilt came back with the realization that this crazy, mean man was getting me much more excited than my boyfriend had with his kisses and fumbling of my breasts.

He realized I was no longer in pain and said, "How do you feel about being naked?"

"I guess I am getting used to it. I don't feel quite as embarressed now. Do you like to see me naked? I don't have great big boobies like the girls in calendars and posters."

"You have nice breasts. They will get bigger as you get older. I think I would like to see you completely naked."

"But I am! I don't even have on stockings."

"No. The hair on your crotch hides your pussy. I would like you to get the tweezers out of the top drawer and pluck out the hair."

That did not bother me much. I had been plucking them out at the edges anyway so they would not show around the edge of my tights but out of curiosity I asked, "What would you do to me if I refused?"

"Normally I would let that be a surprise but this time only I will tell you. I would pull them myself while you are tied in the 'splits' counting each one. When I finished I would spank your pussy, one spank for each hair."

God there were hundreds of hairs. The pain would be so bad he would probably do it very slowly so I would not pass out. I decided I owed him a reward for telling me.

"Please let me pull them all out then you can give me ten spanks on it when it is bald."

"I am glad you are getting the idea. Get that footstool to sit on and spread your legs so I can watch."

Although it did not hurt very much to pluck them I felt fantastically lewd with my legs spread so close to his staring eyes. My pose was a lot like the girls in my brother's girlie magazines. Maybe worse. Perversely being so exposed and the almost constant small pain was making me excited. When I found that it was hard to see hairs toward the bottom I asked him if he would pluck them for me.

He did what I wanted to but it had a weird effect. He would rub and pull on the lips of my pussy with his left hand to locate hairs to pluck with his right. I began to feel little shocks to my clit, By the time he was sure there were no hairs I was panting with excitement. I let out a deep sigh when he began to slide his thumb up and down on my clit and it only excited me more when he said, "This should be nice and hard for the strap."

I was really confused. I was excited nearly to orgasm and I knew that the boys I knew would have been cumming in their pants by now but he seemed perfectly calm. It just seemed to confirm that I was a terrible slut to be excited by something he thought was punishment.

I had my first real orgasm when I saw him pick up the strap to give me the spanks I had asked for. He told me to ask for them by counting them as I stood in front of him with my legs spread to the point my pussy slit opened to let a cool breeze evaporate my juices. At "One." he brought the strap up into my left pussy lip to cause a sharp sting I relieved by caressing it until he said "Well?" and I moved my hand to say "Two". He brought up the strap to make a sharp sting to the right side and didn't protest as I briefly caressed it then said "Three." This one came right up the middle to cause a sting all the way from my anus to my clit. By then I didn't want the sting to go away and gripped my breasts with both hands and counted faster as the pattern continued to make my pussy burn and throb as I went into orgasm followed by even stronger ones. At the tenth I didn't care how slutty I looked and dropped to my knees to rub and dig into my sensitive pussy to continue my orgasms.

I was exhausted but felt a sense of triumph. I had beat him! He had received nothing from my punishment while I had experienced feelings I did not know existed. I had a smile on my face while I looked at the hard lump in his pants that demonstrated his need.

I remembered the older girls talking about how wonderful it felt for their boyfriends to make love to them and decided maybe an older man would last longer to let me have another orgasm. I crawled over to him and put my hand on the large lump tenting his pants.

"It excited you to spank my bald pussy. Would you like to make love to me?"

"God! You really are a slut. I am not about to put my dick in your pussy. It is probably diseased. You can suck my dick!"

I was hurt and embarressed. He was right about my being a horrible slut. I felt terribly guilty! After all I was asking a cruel old man to fuck me, but sucking his dick seemed really gross and I hated the thought that he believed I could have a social disease. I considered myself a virgin and my date rape didn't count.

"No. No I am not sick! I am a virgin. I just asked you to make love because I was excited and I thought you might like me better."

"Well, maybe later if you are really good but for now you can just undo and unzip my pants and suck my dick."

"Do I have to? It sounds gross, I might get sick."

"No. You can always take the alternative."