"Shit no! Spanking hurts. I can still remember Mom spanking me with that wood spoon and that was years ago."

"It wouldn't have to. I could just use my belt easy. Just hard enough to get your butt pink. At most it would just be a sting. I'll show you. It won't be bad."

At that he slid the belt out of his pants and swung it around his waist to make the end land on his butt. It made a loud "Snap" but it didn't seem to bother him.

"See it is just a little sting." I looked at his butt to see a pink line with a darker pink part at the end. I touched the line and imagined my butt covered with them. The idea excited me.

"You promise you won't hit any harder than that?"

"I promise. Once your butt is pink I can stop because I can edit the tape to give you hundreds of spanks if we want to. Try not to talk. Just gasp or moan so it won't be obvious the spanks are repeats."

I gulped feeling excitement rising and said, "It would make a better ending. Would you lick my pussy again afterwards?"

"Sure. If that is what it will take for you to do it."

"Okay. Let's do it!"

He hung me up again and said, "Since the film is not on you or in you. It must be hidden. Tell me where it is."

I forgot I was supposed to be innocent and cried, "Never! I'll die first."

He began spanking me making a "Splat that at least sounded painful although it just caused a sting that was not unpleasant. As sting followed sting I began to get really excited. I was almost at orgasm when he said, "That's enough. Your butt is nice and red. I can repeat over and over."

He was surprised when I cried, "No! Don't stop. Hit harder."

Now the stings were sharper and heat began building. After a few more on my butt one hit at the top of my thigh. The end went between my legs to cause an even sharper sting to make me gasp and my pussy convulse. I opened my legs to feel more on my tender inner thighs. He stopped and I moaned, "No." but it was only to turn me to face the camera and now stings began covering my boobs and crotch to bring me to a fabulous orgasm that exhausted me so much I just slumped in the ropes and hung my head.

I sunk to the floor as the rope loosened then laid on it with my body convulsing until I calmed enough to breathe normally.

Sam was awestruck. "God. That was unreal. It will be a fabulous video. The lashes really turned you red and it will look like they really hurt. You really got into your part as an heroic girl who would not betray her cause even though the pain made you gasp and scream at the end."

By then I was calm but very confused. I knew the idea of a little pain had excited me but I had no idea that I would want more.

I moaned, "Oh God. I hurt and I feel so hot!"

He said, "I can fix that. We haven't used the jacuzzi lately the water will be nice and cool."

He must have realized I was exhausted and carried me to the tub and gently let me sink into it. When I laid back he caressed the cool water on my breasts and tummy saying. "You are a great actress. Anyone seeing the tape would be convinced you were in terrible pain."

"You don't get it do you? Something weird happened to me. It did hurt but it was an exciting hurt and I wanted more. I didn't scream from the pain it was from an indescribable orgasm. I am afraid. You will have to take care of me. I may want to be hurt really bad."

Don't worry. I won't let you be hurt bad. I have read about people like you. You are a masochist. You feel guilty about something and pain lets you enjoy orgasms."

"God, I know what I feel guilty about. It is everything since I let you see me in my underwear."

"No. I think it must be before that. Otherwise you would not have agreed to everything.

"You are older than me. Do you remember anything I should feel guilty about?"

"No. Not really but you might feel guilty about something no- one else thought was serious."

"Oh God. Is there any cure?"

"Yeah. According to what I read masochists either decide they have suffered enough and don't need pain anymore or else while suffering will remember why they feel guilty and realize it is not that bad."

"Oh Jesus. Either way means I will have to be tortured."

"Yeah. I understand it is kind of like a drug. Once you have reached fabulous orgasms from pain nothing else seems important."

Miraculously all the pain and heat were gone in just a few minutes. I got out of the tub to look at myself and the red had faded almost completely.

"Look at me. My skin is almost back to normal. Maybe I just imagined it hurt so much. Maybe I am just real horny."

He said skeptically, "Maybe. I owe you a cunt licking. Do you want it?"

I did but I wanted something else more. His dick was about eight inches long and as thick as my wrist. I had to know how it would feel.

"No. Get a rubber and fuck me. After what we have done incest is nothing."

He had one in his wallet and suggested I get on top so I could take my time getting it in. I became so wet waiting for him it slid in easily although it stretched my pussy. Being on top was great. I could move any way I wanted to get it deep and rub on my clit. I had an orgasm about the same time he did.

I was overjoyed, "I came! I am not a masochist! I came!"

By that time it was late and our parents had said they would be home by midnight so we went to bed.

I idly played with myself then I realized that it was not giving me the instant excitement it had in the past. I also realized I had been fooling myself. Sure, I had an orgasm from fucking but it was tiny next to the one when his belt hit my crotch to make my pussy sting.

I tried hard to remember anything that had made me feel guilty but there was nothing. I finally decided to go with the flow until pain cured my perverse need.

The experience changed me. I had been fascinted before by sex but now my whole universe became centered around my pussy and pain. I had almost constant fantasies and I looked at things differently. Now anything I saw that could be used to whip or spank me made me excited. When I walked down the street the limbs on trees and bushes I hadn't thought about made me instantly horny as potential whips. I couldn't even go to stores without having to stop to feel belts, rubber bungee cords, canes, billiard sticks, ropes, and chains and feel excitement. Even at school there was the teachers pointing sticks, tennis racquets, and trapeses in the gym I could be hung from. I often became so excited I would go to a bathroom to masturbate but that was never satisfactory since I couldn't become naked and often had to give up frustrated without an orgasm.

The only thing that saved me was the fact that Sam's bedroom was at the opposite end of the house from my parents and I could sneak there after they went to sleep.

Of course he couldn't spank me or anything but it was good enough for a few nights just to watch myself doing the strip tease while he fucked me doggy fashion. That position made me feel like an animal and that combined with the shame of looking so slutty on the screen let me have orgasms for a few days. He wouldn't let me watch the tape where I was whipped until he was finished with it and on the third night it was not enough and I couldn't cum.

I cried, "I can't cum and I neeed it. Hurt me!"

"Shh. I can't. You'll make too much noise. The folks are going to a dog show this weekend. I want to finish the "Spy" tape. I guarantee you will cum."

I went back to my room but remained frustrated as even though I played with myself a long time I couldn't get to orgasm. I wished I had asked him what he had planned for me so I could have used it for fantasy.

My folks had purebred German shepherds they showed all over the country. I had hated their hobby since I had to clean up after the dogs as one of my chores but now I was grateful since it took them away for week-ends or longer.