I was overwhelmed and began imagining them all hitting me. Then I saw the ideal one. It was about four feet long and just one skinny strand of leather. He picked out a thong whip and seemed impressed when I shakily said, "I have one of those. I want that one."

He picked up the whip I pointed out and said, "I don't think you want this one. It is just spring wire wrapped in thin leather. It can cut you if used too hard and hurts bad even easy."

"I still think I want it."

"Well okay but it costs a hundred dollars and we don't take returns. I have others that are almost as mean."

"Well maybe you should try it out on me."

"You mean I should hit you with it?"

"Yes but just easy."

"Okay. Do you want to bend over or what?"

His eyes bugged when I unzipped the dress and pulled it over my head. I stood sideways to him and said, Give me an easy one on my butt."

He did hit easy but it really stung. I gasped but I knew no-one else would hit that easy and I said, "Another. Just a little harder."

That stung more than anything I had ever felt. I turned to face him with tears in my eyes and rubbed my butt cheeks frantically to spread the sting and tingle.

He must have thought I was through because he started to hang up the whip. I said, "No. Wait. Try one across my tummy. Right here just like the last one."

I ran my finger across my tummy between my belly button and slit just like the one on my statue.

He had me turn sideways to him and told me to put my hands on my head.

He placed it perfectly the sting was fierce but then tingles seemed to run all through my body. I shuddered and moaned, "Now one across my breasts."

He brought it across to hit both nipples!

The sting was horrendous and I made a little scream but then the tingles seemed to race through my body to converge on my clit.

I rubbed my boobs and tummy as I said, "Oh God that stings! But it is making tingles race through my whole body."

I looked into a little mirror on the wall to see a red line about the width of a pencil acroos my boobs. I looked down to see one like it on my tummy.

"Oh God. My husband will shit when he sees these. He will know I let someone hit me."

"No I can get rid of them. Come back here"

He evidentally lived in the store. The room had a bed, stove and refrigerator with a small bathroom. He went into the bathroom and brought out a bottle. He had me lie on the bed then began massaging my butt welts with some oil out of the bottle. It felt wonderful. He had me turn over and started working on the welt across my boobs. It seemed to increase the tingle and I became excited. When he startted on the welt on my tummy he used his left hand to keep caressing my tits. Suddenly he said, "Does this excite you as much as it does me?"

"Oh yes! Fuck me!"

I was relieved when he put on a condom. My main fear was bringing AIDS home to Jon.

Either he naturally could last a long time or the reduced sensitivity of the condom helped. He fucked me both missionary a doggy style which gave me a great orgasm. We laid there covered with our sweat when he got up to get a hand mirror to show me the welts had already sunk and were now just pink. He said in an hour no-one will know you have been whipped. This is great stuff. Would you like some?"

"No. Normally I like to keep welts as long as I can to remind me of the thrill that caused them."

"God your husband is a lucky man. If you ever decide to leave him, come here."

"Speaking of him. I should get back. may I take a shower?"

"Sure. Should I join you?"

"No. We would just want to make love again and I don't have time. Just take my credit card from my purse and add up my bill."

He offered to give me the whip but I told him I could not explain how I got it free so he charged me his cost at fifty dollars.

The hot water in the shower turned the rest of my body as pink as the welts so I knew I would be fine.

Jon was not home when I got there so I stripped to make sure all traces of my whipping were gone. I was relieved to see they were so I just put on a filmy negligee Jon liked to wait for him.

It turned out I had a lot of time to heal. He called to say he was meeting our friends at a restaraunt and to dress and meet them in the bar.

When I got there he asked how my shopping had gone. I whispered in his ear that I had found the perfect whip. He smiled and said to the group."You guys should come over Saturday night. Some art work I bought in Rio has arrived. I think you will like it."

They quickly agreed and I guessed correctly that Jon would let them see me whipped.

When we got home I showed him the whip explaining it was actually wire with a thin coating of leather and that the clerk said it was really nasty and would cut. Then I said, "Only you can whip me. The other men or girls may hit so hard all the welts will bleed. I could never forgive them."

"Well then I guess I should practise to see how hard I should hit."

"I think I may need a few drinks to get up my courage."

He made them strong and after a few I said, "I guess I am ready. Are you going to put me on the cross?"

"No. This is just practise. I think we should save the cross for the real thing."

"You want to do it in front of your friends, don't you?"

"Yes it will make me very proud to have you offer yourself. Do you mind?"

"No. I guess not. It may help me imagine I am being a martyr."

I took off my clothes and he put on my wrist cuffs to stretch me.

He said, "Should I practise on your butt?"

"No. She is only cut on her front. Start easy and then harder until you think the next hardest will cut."

He told me to tighten my stomach muscles as that is what he would hit.

His first one was almost as bad as the whip man's last. I gasped in pain and he paused which helped as the sting started travelling to replace pain with excitement. I moaned, "Do them slow. To let me absorb them."

The next two brought screams as the incredible pain enveloped my body. After the next two even harder I screamed "Stop. You are killing me!"

He said, That's enough. I am sure any harder will cut."

I was sobbing as he let me down then I asked him to caress the welts with our massage oil.

He did it for a long time and the pain receded to be followed only by tingles and throbbing.

I realized I had only received five lashes and asked him to count the ones on the statue hoping there were less than I rembered.

He came back to say, "There are ten plus the four that bled."

"Oh God. I don't know if I can stand that many."

He said, "Do you still have a lot of pain?"

"No. I just tingle and throb now."

"Then the pain only lasted a few minutes but if you don't want to do it I will understand. We can just use the thong whip."

"Let me think about it."

The next morning there was no pain at all although there were four skinny purple welts. I began to think I had exaggerated the pain and was being cowardly. I went to the statue to see her welts were skinny like mine only red and I was sure hers would turn purple like mine by the next day. It was obvious she was still conscious and I thought it couldn't be terrible as she would have fainted.

When Jon returned I showed him my welts. He was concerned but also said he was proud of me for not stopping him sooner.

I said, "It may sound silly but I think I could do it if I could imagine I was a martyr. Could you get some black pants and a hood and maybe cut off my clothes while I am being held like in the show?"

He must have been afraid I would not do it because he smiled and said, "Of course. We can do better than that. We will put off the party for a week so everyone can get costumes. It could be during the French inquisition and you could be accused of being a heretic in league with the devil. I'll do some research on it and order costumes."