The thought of that pain being wasted was too much. I cried, "No. I'll do it but please hit faster and get it over with."

I lifted up again and managed to hold myself up as my pussy exploded in pain from five quick lashes with the last on my clit.

I collapsed sobbing and again they gave me a drink and let me recover. I said, "I can't do this anymore. Please tie me."

"One of them said in awe, "Jesus I thought she would beg us to quit but she only wants to be tied." I felt good when another said, "She really has guts" and the others agreed.

Then Sam said to Ted, "I liked the way she made her tits hard by gripping her tits for you. I know how to make them really hard."

He left coming back with some twine. He made a slipknot and slipped them over my breasts and tightened the loop then began wrapping them tightly around the base of my breasts moving forward until they felt and looked like cantaloupes. He said he wanted to have me be very still so he could make nice even stripes so they tied me to the beam support in the middle of the room wrapping rope around my tummy and arms so tightly I could barely breathe. My tits began to throb from the pressure and turned maroon colored. He put ten stripes on my boobs to cover all of them from the top to the base with a final one across my nipples.

I bawled constantly as they released me to allow me to take deep breaths and again I was given a drink. Normally after drinking that many strong drinks I would have been drunk but they just seemed to help calm me although the stinging of my boobs and pussy remained.

Then one of the guys said, "Jesus. She has me horny. I would give a chip for a blow-job."

The humiliation would be nothing compared to the pain. I looked at ted and said, "Would that be alright?"

"He said, "That is up to you."

I quickly agreed and blew all of them saving myself sixty lashes although it was terribly humiliating to crawl to them and get on my knees to beg them to let me suck them for a chip while they stood around making comments and suggestions to stop sucking to lick their balls to hold off ejaculation as long as possible.Even worse some of them jerked their dicks out of my mouth to shoot cum over my face laughing as I frantically wiped it off. I felt like the lowest whore but even that was better than more pain.

At the last one Ted said, "There only six chips left."

My pain had finally turned to just throbs. Having the pain start again terrified me. I cupped my poor maroon pussy swollen so much my slit was just a tight line and cried "Please don't hit me anymore with those nasty switches."

I was grateful to the boy that said, "Maybe we should give her a break. Her tits and pussy are maroon and swollen and there is even a little blood."

Ted said, "She still owes sixty. She won't mind if we use the thong whip. Will you Sherry?"

The thong whip would be easy after the switches and I might even become excited enough to ignore the pain.

I said gratefully, "Oh yes. Especially if you will give them all continuously."

The boy still had doubts so Ted said to me, "Prove to them you won't mind. Tie yourself."

I walked to the cuffs hanging ominously from the ceiling but then I thought I would definitely prove my courage and walked to the wall where Ted had bolted on padded manacles that snapped shut when your wrists or ankles were pushed into them.

I turned to face them defiantly panting with excitement and spread my legs widely to push them into the manacles gasping at the loud "Click" when they snapped shut. Then I stretched to push in my wrists.

I stared at them enjoying the awed looks on their faces and a comment, "Jesus. She is willing to take all of them on her front."

The boy who had been reluctant said, "I don't want to give her all of these." and shared his chips with the others.

Ted said, "She wants them continuously so be ready for your turn. Let her brace herself with a three count between lashes."

I loved that. If there was any chance I might convert the pain to excitement that would provide the chance.

James came over to me and looked at me expectantly. I realized he was waiting for some sort of signal and said softly, "Please whip me."

My fondest hopes were realized. He hit me only hard enough to cause a bearable sting on my less sensitive tummy and thighs that I was able to bear with only small gasps at the stings.

The next one followed his example and excitement continued to build. My lack of screams or protests encouraged the next to hit harder and finish with one to my breasts and one to my pussy but by then I was so excited the greater pain just brought me close to orgasm. The next one stared at my pulsating, panting body just on the dge of orgasm then hit my breasts then down my tummy to finish with an uppercut to my pussy that hrew me into orgasm. The others continued that way until I was straining to push out my pussy for the pain. I reached a monster orgasm at the end that pushed me into unconsciousness.

I woke up the next morning alone in our bed. I got up to look in the mirror and saw that my body was crisscrossed with skinny purple welts from the switches. My breasts and pussy was almost solidly black and blue but the swelling had gone down.I felt proud considering them proof of my courage then went out to find Ted.

Curiously he was sleeping on the couch. I took off his blanket then pushed down his shorts to kiss his soft dick then began kissing a trail up his stomach. When I nibbled at his neck he woke up and I snuggled against him and started to kiss his lips but he said harshly, "Don't kiss my mouth. I know where your mouth has been."

I was deeply hurt realizing he was talking about the blow- jobs I had given and whimpered, "You said it was alright to suck them."

"No I didn't. I said it was up to you. I hoped you would prefer the whip to the humiliation of sucking those sweaty dicks but you were just a ten dollar whore."

That wasn't fair. It wasn't ten dollars it was ten bad lashes and I had been at the end of my endurance but I still felt ashamed. I remembered that as I was begging them to let me suck them I was thinking I should have the courage to accept the punishment I deserved. I hung my head and mumbled, "I am sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

"Not by whipping obviously. That just gives you orgasms."

"Not with the switches! That was pure torture. It only became exciting when they used the thong whip."

"I am not sure of that. Your pussy was so wet it splattered juice when it was hit."

That didn't seem possible but then I remembered taking off my clothes while hearing nice comments about my body and anticipation of feeling my thong whip had me very excited.

I told him that but he said he didn't want to discuss it any further. He didn't talk to me all morning although I tried to demonstrate my submissiveness by following him around on my hands and knees to kneel when he stopped with my hands behind my back to look at him imploringly.

I gave up at lunch when he preferred making a sandwich rather than letting me cook him something. I decided I would go outside to stop reminding him of my failure. I planned to put on some shorts and a halter but the waistband rubbed against some welts. I was browsing for something else when he came in to say he was going to look at some property and that I should stay home and think about what I had done.

I still wanted to go outside since seeing cuffs and manacles just reminded me of the whipping and the fact that not being hurt had actually made me enjoy sucking them.

All my clothes fit tightly because that is the way he liked them so I gave up and just slipped on some tennis shoes and went out naked.

It was a nice day and I enjoyed the sun and warm breezes caressing my body while I explored. It was fun. I saw some squirrels and chipmunks and found a lovely place for a picnic.