"I am sorry. The spanking was not meant to excite you it was meant to punish you so you would not do anything until you knew I wanted it. I got carried away. I promise it will not happpen again. I'll tell you what. If I ever ignore "Mercy" again you can do to me what I was doing to you."
"I couldn't do that. It just doesn't seem right. I am the slave, you are the master. Just having you make that offer makes me feel better. My nipples feel better. Tomorrow why don't you use the pussy whip on them and my pussy to see if I am better. As long as I know my magic word, "Mercy" will work I think I can get into it."
We tried that the next night. He insisted I not be tied and be comfortable. He got a pillow to put under my butt which was no longer sore although still ugly. I laid on the couch with my right leg over the back and my left on an ottoman that left me with spread legs and my pussy pushed up. He told me just to leave my hands folded over my tummy so I could easily cover myself if it got too much.
He began slapping my tits then open pussy lightly. It didn't hurt at all. it just felt good as the leather was pulled over my nipples and clit. after a dozen of those he asked, "Harder?" By then I was excited and said "Yes. Harder" He began hitting hard enough to make my breasts and pussy lips jump and bring pain but it was a good pain and my excitement rose until I said "Harder" again to bring on more and to see my breasts jump more violently and my pussy lips squirm and be pulled open. Now the pain was greater and I knew it would bring me to orgasm at that level but I said "Harder again to rush my climax. Now my tits and pussy after jumping turned very red but it just raised me to a new level that soon brought on an explosive climax."
He recognized it and yelled "I knew you could do it! and then began fucking me to keep them going.
He was so pleased the next afternoon after work he brought me some new clothes. Among them was some sheer harem pants and a scarf of the same material he arranged over my breasts and tied at the back. then he said, "This goes with the outfit." He put a heavy gold chain around my waist with a red jewel covering my belly button. I went to the mirror to admire myself. The skinny waistband was just across my pubic bone and my nipples and pussy were clearly visible behind the transparent material. I thought I looked sexier than when I was naked. He loved it too and said, It is perfect! The scarf pulls your breasts together to make cleavage and your pretty butt fills the pants just right."
"Pretty butt" reminded me I had not looked at it since my spanking since it was so ugly. I turned to see it had healed completely and even more surprising had no scars.
That made me happy and I kissed him and said, "Oh Darling. You didn't scar me!"
"Of course not. I love your body. I don't want to take away any of it's beauty."
That did it. Now I trusted him again to take care of me."
The party was to be in a few days and I assumed it would be a costume party since I had my harem outfit and Dick had silk flowing pants and vest with a coiled whip hooked at his waist to be the harem keeper. I giggled and said, "You are hardly a typical Harem keeper. They were eunuchs. Your prick is going to be sticking out of those pants."
I was really looking forward to the party since I now had something in common with at least four of the women. They had intimidated me before because they had been rich all their lives and had gone to college. Now we were all lovers of pain.
It was a costume party but the other women wore outfits much more elaborate than mine. they had tiny leather bikinis festooned with chains, handcuffs, and coiled skinny leather whips. Their husbands wore leather pants, vests and biker boots.
We all drank for awhile then Kay said, "Dick, Why don't you put up the ropes. We need some excitement."
I became a little frightened thinking I would soon be whipped possibly more than I wanted but Kay continued, "We have all been naughty girls. Jan maxed out her credit card and I dented a fender, Beth got drunk downtown, Muffy lost her ring, and Betty tore her new dress.
They drew cards for order and each in turn was given twenty lashes but they used thong whips like mine rather than the long skinny whips at their waists except for a few welts on their butts their skin was just turned red. As soon as they finished with a girl she was let down to be fucked sometimes satisfying two or three men at a time.
Kay was last and said, "I am horny as hell. I want three of you to whip me at once so I can get to the fucking."
That was intriguing. I watched avidly as her pain was constant. There was a least one lash coming into her back and front steadily until she too was let down to bounce on one man's prick while she sucked another.
Needless to say the scene made me incredibly horny and I felt left out. No-one had touched me and I believed it was necessary to earn a fuck from whipping.
When everyone had calmed and was standing around the bar I said plaintively, "Doesn't anyone want to whip me?"
Kay said, "Why? What have you done wrong?"
I hung my head and said, "Nothing. You know it makes me excited."
"Oh. Well in that case you would not be like us. We were whipped by our husbands we had wronged. You would have to be whipped by all of us for being a sex-starved slut."
That was humiliating but it gave me an idea, "I suppose so. Could three or four of you whip me at once so it will be over quickly. I am so horny from watching all of you. I need my turn."
Kay said, "Is that alright with you guys?"
When they agreed she said "How many lashes?"
"Maybe twenty like you."
"Get real. There are nine of us counting Dick that would only be three apiece even at twenty seven. How about a new record. Last time you took one hundred and twenty. How about fifteen apiece?"
I was not good at math and it took me a minute to determine that would be one hundred thirty five. I remembered I had reached my ultimate orgasm last time before a hundred and twenty and the lashes after that had been agony.
"That's too many, maybe ten."
"No. Fourteen."
I turned to Dick and said, "Will you stop them if I yell Mercy?"
"No. You had better think about this. I promised I would stop but I can't control others. Make up your mind to take whatever you can or just forget about doing it at all."
I figured in my head and determined twelve would make it one hundred and eight which should be just right.
"I'll take twelve if I can have them four at a time."
Kay laughed, "You can't divide four into nine."
I hadn't thought of that but defiantly said, "I know that! Whoever is last can whip just my breasts and pussy while the rest of you watch."
Kay laughed "Deal!" and stepped behind me to untie the knot of my scarf to let it drop then unsnapped my pants for them to slide down my legs.
They tied my legs even further apart than last time so almost all my weight was hanging from my arms. I felt very vulnerable, frightened, but excited.
When I was hung up Kay fondled my breasts and tummy while saying, "Such lovely white skin. You will look like a tiger when we are through."
I didn't understand. The thong whip just made solid red with some welts if hard enough. That wouldn't make me look like a tiger.
My excitement grew as I hung there while Kay said, "High cards go first. Next four go next, low card does the finale. People on her left front hit her from her cleavage to her left thigh people on the right cleavage to right thigh. Back people from the armpits to thighs left start at bottom right at the tops so your whips won't tangle. It seemed to take forever as more than one would get the same card while I hung there trembling with excitement and anticipation. Finally they moved to the corner where they had discarded their clothes.