It was hard to get back into position and I heard nothing until a sharp "Crack" and simultaneous pain across both cheeks. I gripped the couch with my hands sobbing as he began feeling the welt saying, "This one must be worse than the first. It left a really nice welt with a darker one at the knot."

I sobbed, "It is terrible. Please don't use it again."

"You agreed. There will only be two more."

"Yes but they will be on very sensitive places."

"That will let you prove your courage. You aren't going to make me ashamed of your cowardice are you?"

I remembered how proud I had felt upon agreeing and decided to be brave if it killed me.

He said "For your breasts I simply want you to stand with your hands on your head and when you are ready take a deep breath to push them out for me."

I got into position then took a deep breath. Nothing happened so I pulled back my elbows to push them out more. I saw a blur then both boobs seemed to catch on fire. I looked down to see the single lash had completely reddened both boobs.

He looked at me quizzically. I guessed he expected me to beg but I had made up my mind to suffer in silence.

He went to my other side and I groaned as he slid the skinny whip across my boobs stopping when the knot was right on my nipple.

I again pushed out my tits for a really horrendous pain that brought tears to my eyes and sobs in spite of my resolve."

He hugged and kissed me again and stroked my stinging boobs and especially nipples until I had calmed down with the removal of pain.

Now it was time for the really scary part. He had me sit in the middle of the couch with my ass at the edge then lean back and grip the leather at the top of the backrest. Then he told me to open my legs saying "Wider, Wider" until my knees were touching the couch and I knew my slit had opened.

He stepped behind me then leaned over to drop the thongs of the whip between my legs then dragged them over my pussy stopping with the pointed ends resting on my pussy. I shuddered realizing he was judging the distance to make sure the ends would hit my open slit.

I saw a blur then my pussy erupted in pain. I screamed and began caressing it like a wounded bunny until the pain subsided.

He said, "Last one." and knelt by my knees. I shook my head sobbing and continued to caress it until he said, "Come on my brave girl. Open your legs."

I whimpered, "It will make me bleed."

"No. I won't make you bleed. Open them."

I worked up all my courage and slowly opened them wider and wider until again my knees were touching the couch.

He laid the skinny whip into my slit then began rubbing it up and down to make the knot rub on my clit. I felt ashamed this was making me excited and the suspense was killing me. I finally moaned, "Do it. Get it over with!"

Then he did an incredible thing. He just brought the whip back a little way then made the knot sting my clit lightly followed by tingling. He moved forward and began licking my engorged clit. The loss of fear made me instantly excited and he let his tongue flutter on it until I had a glorious orgasm.

He recognized the symptoms of my orgasm and got up to hold me I said, "Oh thank you! That felt wonderful."

"You were wonderful. I thought you should have something special for being so brave."

"I was, wasn't I? If someone had said a few months ago that I would have the courage to hold myself to be whipped I would have said they were crazy. It is because I love you. If I didn't I would have run away. I am glad I did it for you!"

"I love you because you are willing to prove your love but I should warn you that I will probably expect to prove it again. I may ask you to do things that may embarrass, humiliate or hurt you. Can you live with that?"

I didn't even have to think about it. The pain had only lasted for moments and he had more than made up for it.

"Oh yes! Pain and humiliation will let me prove my love."

"Good. We are going to dinner with my parents Wednesday. If Dad approves of you I will announce our engagement."

I was so excited I hugged and kissed him then said, "I am sure he will approve of me. I will prove I am an old-fashioned girl."

I suddenly remembered that he had given me a wonderful orgasm but he hadn't and slid down his body to open his pants to give him the best blow-job I could. When he came in my mouth I swallowed it and smiled at him happy I could get him so excited.

On the way home he told me that he had made an appointment for me at the beauty salon and had bought a dress for the occasion.

After school he gave me a dress box and dropped me off at the salon after checking with them to see when I would be done.

He had ordered the full treatment. I was given a bath, a full body massage, a facial, a manicure, a pedicure, a bikini wax that removed all of my pussy hair, a new hairdo and cosmetics. I had never been so pampered. When they were done I opened the box from Frederick's of Hollywood and took out the dress. It was white silk and just had two straps that only covered a little more than my nipples. Those were attached to a micro skirt. The waist was just above my butt crack and the hem was just below the round part of my butt. The girl that had been working on me said, "Wow! This must be a special occasion. That is the sexiest dress I have ever seen."

It was! It was almost sexier than if I had been naked. As I looked in the mirror noticing the pink shadow of my nipples I said, "Me too. Do you think it makes me look like a prostitute?"

"God no! It is much too expensive for that. It makes you look like a movie star."

That made me feel better especially since I had seen pictures in the tabloids of stars wearing things just as sexy.

As I walked with him to his car I noticed men staring at me and blushed, He said, "Why are you blushing?"

"The men are staring at me."

"They are staring because you are beautiful. Be proud."

When we got to the car I remembered to lift the skirt so my ass was resting on the leather then said, "Do you think your Dad will approve of my dress?"

"I know he will. Mom has one just like it only black."

They met us at the door and I was relieved to see his Mom was wearing her black version of my dress. She grinned and said, "We look like twins." then asked me if I would like to help her serve dinner.

When we were in the kitchen I said, "We really do look like twins especially since the hairdo and cosmetics make me look older. It is hard to believe you are old enough to be Ted's Mom."

She laughed and said, "I'm not. I am only twenty-three. I am his step-mother. He calls me Mom because he likes me more than his real mom. Phillip divorced her because she did not show the proper respect for him and Ted."

"Oh I know. They both like old-fashioned girls."

"That is a euphemism. What they like is a woman willing to be their slave. It is worth it though. I feel totally pampered. Phillip dresses me, bathes me, and caters to my every whim. In return he only wants total obedience."

"Oh I know. Ted treats me the same way and I love it."

"Really. Has he ever punished you for being naughty?"

I blushed and admitted, "Yes but I deserved it."

She smiled and hugged me saying, "I think you will fit right in to the family."

We started bringing in the food. It was really elaborate and I said, "This is beautiful. It must have taken you hours to prepare."

"Oh this was catered. I only cook little things. For big dinners we eat out or have them catered. The maid will clean up for us in the morning."

Dinner was uneventful. Phillip and Ted just discussed real estate deals that were in progress. I held back to make sure I was eating things in the proper order with the right utensil.

After dinner Ted and Phillip went to the living room to sit in big chairs by the fireplace while Jan, his Mom, led me over to the bar where she poured cognac into snifters for them and us.