Tim took me loose and carried me to the pool where I could put my feet in the cool water. I gently massaged the soles as Tim said, "I guess we have found one method that is pure punishment."

"Oh yes! That was awful! Just pure pain with no excitement at all. Please don't ever do it again."

"I can't promise that. But you will have to do something really bad before I will."

Eventually my feet felt a little better so I limped back to the living room. Mom asked me how I was so I told her how awful it was. I noticed Bob had handcuffed her wrists behind her back. I was wondering what she would be asked to do. Bob enlightened us,

"Tim I don't know about you but this beer is pressing on my bladder and we have the perfect receptacle. Kathy you will get into the bathtub and hold your mouth open so we can relieve ourselves."

"Oh shit. That sounds really disgusting. I will get sick. If I don't do it will you beat my poor feet?"

"No. We already know that is effective. We will do something different."

"Then I refuse. I would rather be punished."

Bob tied her ankles to rope then lifted her upside down with her legs spread. We both thought the punishment would go to her pussy since it was so vulnerable. We waited in fear and excitement for Tim to return so we could see what kind of whip would be used. He returned with two whips made of thick rubber tie downs attached to long handles. Bob got on one side while Tim got on the other. I was really afraid for her as I knew those heavy things would cause terrible bruises to her pussy. To our surprise they began whipping her shins and lower legs. Mom screamed at the first one and her screams intensified with each one till she began to babble.

"Stop, stop ,stop. You can piss in my mouth. You can shit in it. Just please...Please stop!"

They took her down and carried her to the pool. Then Tim got the salve to put on her shins and bruised legs when the burning had stopped. When they led her in to lay on the couch she was still in enough pain to limp.

Bob looked at me and said, "Now I have to piss more than ever. Kay do you want to help us out."

I didn't care how disgusting that may be I could not take the punishment Mom had borne. I simply nodded and walked slowly to the bathroom. They had me kneel in the tub and told me to tilt my head back, and close my eyes. I was relieved to hear Tim say, "You don't have to drink it. Just let it run out of your mouth."

Even though I didn't have to drink it the taste was vile as they seemed to piss gallons into my mouth and over my face and hair to cascade down my body. When they were finally done my whole body was reeking from the smell of their piss. They said they were going to check on Mom and told me to stay there. I knelt there stinking and completely humiliated. By the time they returned the piss had dried on my body and was causing my skin to itch. I was so relieved when they came back to tell me I could shower I would have done anything for them. I stayed in the shower a long time washing and rewashing my hair and body to scrub every trace of smell from me. My mouth still tasted bad so I brushed my teeth and used a lot of mouthwash.

When I went back to them they asked me how I felt.

"It was disgusting and terribly humiliating but certainly better than having my feet or shins punished."

"Good that is the proper attitude. I think you will find anything we ask you to do will be better than the alternative punishment."

"As you can see Kathy is taking care of Tim. You can do the same for me."

Mom was kneeling in front of Tim gagging occasionally as she tried to force his dick into her throat. I knelt in front of Bob and put his penis in my mouth as I gently caressed his balls.

"No. Don't use your hands. Just your mouth and tongue and get it into your throat."

I really tried but his dick was wider than Tim's and I just could not get it into my throat. When he complained I said,

"I am trying but I can't. Maybe I need more incentive. Would you like to spank me while I do it till you come?"

"That might help. Go get a whip." There were several whips and switches to choose from but I brought back my favorite thonged whip as I knew it would sting and burn without bruising me. I knelt down again and offered it to him. As soon as I had his prong in my mouth he began whipping my butt over my shoulders. My excitement increased rapidly as I spread my legs to give the thongs access to my pussy while I jammed my head into him till my throat opened up and my nose was buried in his crotch hair. I went into orgasms so strong I didn't even notice when he came down my throat until he pushed my head back. I tumbled onto my back and dug furiously at my pussy to keep the orgasms coming as long as possible. I saw Mom was doing the same thing when we finally collapsed.

We were both sopping wet from the sweat from our exertions so Bob told us to take a shower.

We really enjoyed the warm water in the shower as we washed every inch of each others body. Mom slapped me playfully on my red butt and said, "If we keep this up we are going to look like those red-butted baboons."

"Yeah but those baboons butts probably don't sting and burn and cause great orgasms."

"Don't forget we did not enjoy our punishments to our feet and shins at all. They may have additional methods that could be as bad or worse. Bob said we could leave any time we wanted to. Maybe we should before we are badly hurt."

"Oh no Mom! This is the greatest adventure of our lives. Even that terrible punishment doesn't hurt much now. All we have to do is keep them happy."

"I am glad you feel that way. I agree, it was just that I was feeling guilty about getting you into something that brought such terrible pain."

I was even happier about our decision when we went back to them. Bob said, "We are very proud of both of you and you deserve a reward." They had us lay down and they went down on us till we were whimpering with the emotions caused by the gentle ministration of their tongues until we had satisfying although not crashing orgasms.

A little later they told us to make sandwiches and coffee while they went out to the van to bring in some of the "supplies" they had bought in Seattle.

While we were eating our emotions swung from elation, to excitement, to fear as they would bring out alternatively beautiful clothing, followed by bondage instruments, to every type of whip and other torture devices imaginable. It may seem weird but the many different items to whip or spank my body or to clamp my nipples and pussy excited me more than all the dildoes and other sex toys. They had us try all the sex toys. I found I liked the fake dongs that vibrated the best but none of them really turned me on. Mom liked one that was about the same width as a softball bat and had a crank on the end. When Bob turned the crank the rubber dong would squirm around like a snake. Mom got off on it but I didn't until Tim put alligator clamps on my nipples and belly while Bob turned the crank.

They had us model all the clothes, including tiny shorts and halters. Then all the g-strings and pasties for our nipples. One set was very exciting. They were plastic balls on the ends of string that had pinpoints sticking out of them. They glued them to our nipples and above our pussies so every step caused one or more points to stick into our tits and pussies. They had us dance to a heavy drumbeat while we shook our tits and did bump and grinds till we were covered with tiny drops of blood and we attacked them to fuck us. I enjoyed having Tim's body pressing against me because I knew the pins pushing into me were going into him as well and it made me proud I could get him so excited he would accept the pain. Bob fucked Mom dog fashion so he was not hurt as the balls crashed against her with his thrusts. It must have excited her a lot because when he pulled out of her she rolled over on her back and pushed the balls into her nipples with her palms.