"I moaned, "I don't want to count. Just hit me fast and hard."

"I think you may scream and someone could hear you. I think I should gag you."

"Yes I may. Nothing has hurt this much."

He got a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around my mouth and head. I suddenly realized I couldn't beg for mercy which would stop him but that would be best if I really wanted to be cured.

He started in again on my back. I found the worst ones were at my shoulder blades and my lower legs far from any erogenous zones. It seemed to go on forever. Tears were pouring out of my eyes then he started on my front to cause terrible pain as he wrapped the end around my tender thighs then started up my belly. when he hit my breasts I screamed through my nose then sobbed hysterically. I was sure I was cured. I only felt pain but then he stepped back further and swung the whip so just the tassles stung my nipples and pussy lips. Suddenly the pain became pure excitement and I struggled to shift from side to side to let the stinging tongues go into my sodden pussy.

I began going from one orgasm to stronger ones until I became so exhausted I let my head fall to just shudder at the impact of the whip. I don't know if I took all fifty. At that point it didn't matter. My whole body had gone numb and he could have hit me a hundred times without hurting me anymore.

I realized he had stopped and was fucking me jerking my hips into him but my pussy was so numb from the flaming tongues I could barely feel him and I couldn't cum anymore anyway.

I don't remember being taken down. The next thing I remembered was lying on a cot while he was caressing me with some kind of salve. Miracleously the pain was gone. I looked down at myself to see that now I was no longer stretched the welts were practically on top of each other.

He must have known how exhausted I was because he asked, "Can you stay for awile to rest up? My apartment is upstairs and I have a great bed."

"Oh yes. I am too tired to walk home. My folks are gone so I can stay all night."

"Good. You are in a perfect place. I have salves that will make those welts gone by morning."

"I don't know if I want them to go away. They are proof I really tried to cure myself of masochism. I think I might have been cured if you had kept hitting me the way you started but when those tassels began giving me fiery kisses I went right back to loving pain."

"I am not sure that would work. It could backfire on you and you could desire even worse pain. It would be a shame to scar that lovely body. Now let's get you upstairs."

He carried me up to his bedroom and laid me down on his king size bed.

He traced a welt with his finger going from my armpit across both nipples saying "This one must have hurt."

"Yes terribly. I thought it might be the one that cured me but then you started using the tassels."

"Does it still hurt?"

"No. There is just a throbbing sensation that is kind of pleasant. I only hurt at my shoulders and hips from being tied so tight and struggling."

"I can fix that too."

He picked up a bottle of massage oil and began massaging my shoulders, back and hips. It felt wonderful and I became so relaxed I went to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark. I smelled food cooking and I hadn't eaten so I was starved. I followed the smell to his kitchen where he was frying steaks. He was just wearing tiny undershorts and I noticed for the first time he had a great body with muscles and a ridged stomach.

I reached around him to hug him feeling his tight stomach.

I said, "You have a lovely body too."

He laughed. "Thanks. I try to work out everyday. I have to stay in shape to whip girls."

"Have you whipped a lot of girls?"

"No. Just a few. I didn't get started until you but I have found all the girls I have caught stealing so far have agreed to be whipped rather than go through the embarrassment of being arrested."

"Did you tape them like me? I would like to see the tapes, especially mine."

"Alright, right after dinner."

I wolfed my food not only because I was starved but to hurry to see the tapes. I fidgited in my seat waiting impatiently for him to finish. He teased me by eating slowly but he finally was done and I jumped up to clear the table.

He took the tapes out of a cabinet and said, "I'll show you the less interesting ones first."

He put in a tape to be shown on his big screen TV. The first tape was a little fat girl about twelve. When she was naked I think he was disappointed in her fat body with small boobs because he just had her lay over the desk and spanked her ass with a ping pong paddle until she was crying hysterically and had a fiery red ass. It didn't do much for either of us.

Then he showed Debbie's tape. It was much more exciting but still not great because she was obviously suffering and I felt sorry for her.

He told me he had put both my whippings on the same tape. That was really exciting! My imagination let me feel every lash and when the last whipping started I dropped to my hands and knees and said breathlessly, "Fuck me doggy style so we can both watch it."

He did and it was great especially at the end when he began slapping the sides of my boobs with a belt. I came gloriously and thanked him. I even offered to clean his dick and sucked it until he came again and it softened to slide out of my mouth.

He said, "Maybe you aren't a real masochist. You came big time with just fucking."

"Yeah but it helped when you slapped my boobs."

"That didn't hurt much. Let me show you a real masochist."

He put in the last tape and I was amazed. It was my gym teacher! She was about twenty-five and had a hard body from exercise with round firm boobs and butt. Once she was naked she said breathlessly "You can only hit me from my crotch to my armpits. I am a gym teacher and just wear shorts and T-shirt. I don't want any marks to show."

He agreed and picked up an old fashioned razor strap. Evidentally he had not bought the whip before she came.

He led her into the store room but when she saw the cuffs she said, "You don't need to tie me. I won't try to get away."

She laid down on the rough concrete floor on her belly and spread out her arms and legs.

He began whipping her and it had to hurt. Each lash made her skin shudder and left angry red stripes but her only reaction was to moan and drag her nipples around on the rough concrete. I was sure she would grind them off. When her whole back and butt was red and welted she seemed to be reaching a peak of excitement raising the top of her body to grind her pussy into the broom- finished concrete.

He paused and she rolled over and brought her feet back and opened her legs. He began hitting her stomach and she just gasped as she pumped up to meet the strap with her legs then brought her hands down to lift her upper body to push her tits into the descending strap.

She finally must have reached orgasm because she moaned, "Pussy. Hit my cunt!"

I was astounded. It must have really hurt but she just kept pumping her pussy into the strap as juices began running out of her open slit. She kept it up until her pussy was almost maroon and had swollen before she made a huge sigh then fell back and closed her legs causing her swollen pussy to pooch out between her thighs.

I was so caught up in it I forgot he was there and had been digging at my pussy until I reached orgasm at her sigh.

I remembered where I was when he said, "Do you think you could do that?"

"Oh God. I don't think I am that brave. The first ones hurt a lot. I have to be hit several times before I am excited enough to want the pain."

"See. I don't think you are a masochist at all. You are just an incredibly sensuous girl that wants the ultimate in sensations."

"Maybe but it amounts to the same thing. I still get orgasms from pain."