That seemed especially demeaning since it was now soft and I had to pull it out to clean between the wrinkles.

"It just made it worse when he said, "That was good. My friends would be jealous to know you are such a good cocksucker."

It was bad enough that I had done it. I certainly didn't want anyone to know about it. "Oh I feel so slutty! Please don't tell anyone I did it."

"Really. I thought you had changed your mind. You accepted all your punishment and I was surprised you went down on me without my asking."

I really felt stupid. I had taken all that pain and had ended up doing what he wanted anyway. Worse if I had agreed right away I would have only had to suck him until he was hard enough to fuck me but now he was soft and began getting dressed saying it was time to take me home.

My only consolation was that the switch had made my nipples super sensitive to feel every movement of the satin and his suggestion to pull up my skirt to let my ass and thighs feel the soft leather of the car seat made me excited enough to take his hand and press it against my pussy. It felt wonderful and I slid forward on the seat and spread my legs so his finger could slide on my clit. I didn't even care when he said, "You are turning into quite the little slut." because orgasms were starting and continued to get stronger. When we were at my driveway I was panting and trembling so much I stopped on the sidewalk to calm down before I went in.

It was a good thing because Mom had waited up for me. Fortunately I had put the scarf back on to hide my striped breasts.

She said I looked flushed and said, "You must have been doing some heavy petting to look so excited. I know you like him a lot and I am afraid you may not be able to resist having sex with him. I know I could not resist your father. Just in case I am going to share my birth control pills with you until you can get your own."

I was really happy. I thought she would give me another of her lectures against sex. This seemed to prove she liked him too and was in effect approving our making love.

I went to bed so relieved I masturbated until I fell asleep.

In the morning I looked in the mirror expecting to see big blue stripes and was amazed that everything had faded except a few tiny bruises where the tip of the switch had dug in.

We had a date to do some shopping and whatever else I wanted to do. That was the start of a pattern. After I was punished he would always be especially nice to me. As instructed I dressed simply in a sweater and mini-skirt remembering to leave off my bra. At the last moment I decided to be especially daring for him and took off my panties.

He brought flowers for Mom which utterly charmed her and seemed pleased when he met me with a deep kiss.

At the car I remembered the sensuous feeling of the leather seats and pulled up my skirt to feel it on my bare butt without being told. He grinned pleased that I was enjoying the pleasure he had introduced to me. As I hoped his hand nestled in my crotch to keep me in a constant state of arousal.

He asked, "How do you feel after your switching?"

"I am amazed. I thought I would be covered with bruises but I only have a few tiny ones. See?"

I pulled my skirt up to my waist to show him the little bruises on the sides of my butt and one on the left lip of my pussy. He touched the one on my pussy and said, "That one must have stung."

"More than that. It was so close to my clit it was pure agony."

Well unless you do something horrendous your spankings or switching will never be worse."

That removed all doubt that there would be more unless I was totally submissive. I decided I should let him know they really hurt.

"I don't think spanking or switching is the right term. That sounds childish and doesn't really describe the way I suffered. I would call them whipping especially since I was hung up like the slave in my history book."

"Maybe you are right but to be authentic you should have a real whip."

That frightened me but at the same time I thought that would be better since I would be punished as an adult rather than a rebellious kid.

He took me to the nice store and bought me a beautiful silk blouse. To my surprise he did not ask me to be humiliated by trying it on in front of the clerk. He also bought me a beautiful big leather shoulder bag.

He took me to lunch at a fabulous restaurant. We sat at a booth in the corner that was upholstered in material that was like a deep pile rug. He felt the material then said, "This material should feel good on your bare butt."

When no-one was looking I lifted my full skirt and spread it around me. I gasped as I sunk back in to it to feel the long stiff threads sinking into my butt like sitting on a soft brush. It not only felt good on my butt. The long threads were also sticking my pussy. I became aroused. It not only felt good it seemed exciting to be enjoying it with all the people sitting around unaware of my excitement. I hurried through the meal so we could get back to his car to let his hand fondle my pussy.

At the car he said, "Do you know how to braid?"

"Of course, all girls know how to braid. Why?"

"I have an idea."

He drove us to a western store with saddles, bridles and western clothes and wandered aimlessly until he found a wall of long leather thongs. He picked out six about a half inch wide then six more about the size of leather boot strings but very long.

When we got out to the car he said, "Tonight I want you to braid the wider thongs to make a handle with loose thongs about two feet long then the smaller thongs tightly all the way to the end. That will give you two whips to let you feel grown-up and to remind you to be good."

It made me re-think our relationship. It seemed total submission to make whips I was sure would hurt and would inevitably be used on me but I rationalized that if they were it would be my own fault.

Then he said, "I am going to show you our dream house." I kissed him happy that this seemed to be a real commitment. No further mention was made of the thongs but I couldn't get my mind off them and took some out to lay them across my legs. They felt soft and perversely it excited me to imagine how they would feel hitting me. He grinned and said, "Do you think they will hurt?"

I quavered, "Yes but I don't think they will be as bad as the switch and I will feel more like a martyr rather than a stupid child."

He drove us out of town to a wooded area then up a long driveway to a beautiful house made of cedar and stone. He led me around the grounds saying, "I bought twenty acres and the house is right in the center to give us total privacy. Come around to the back."

There I saw he had dammed a creek to make a pretty pond with a sandy beach. I imagined being able to sunbathe nude. He said, "It took ten truckloads of sand to make the beach. Do you like it?"

"Oh yes it is beautiful."

"Good. It is nice and warm. Let's go for a swim."

He began taking off his clothes and I joined him. It was exciting to be naked out in the open even though it was very unlikely we might be seen. We swam for awhile then he began kissing me and his wet body against mine felt wonderful then he said, "Let's go to the house where we can be comfortable."

He led me into the house which was just as beautiful inside with a large rock fireplace and open beam ceiling. I realized the thick beams could be used to hang me but strangely the idea just added to my excitement and when we got to the bedroom with a huge bed I was already wet.

We made love for the rest of the day. On the bed, with me sitting on the kitchen counter and finally on a huge sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. He was a wonderful lover he knew all my secret places and could make it last a long time.

There was nothing to eat or drink in the house it wasn't even completely furnished and since we had worked up an appetite we drove back to town to go to another good restaurant.