When he loosened my bonds he said, "Very good. Would you like to have the next thirty on your ass."
That sounded much easier and I knew if I refused he might do something worse.
"Yes please give me thirty more on my bottom."
"Alright. But first I will show you that your tits were not injured."
He picked up a cool wet towel and began dabbing the blood off my boobs. I was amazed to see the bleeding had already stopped and the only evidence that anything had happened to me was little red spots all over my tits with stinging on my nipples.
"Maybe you are brave. I won't tie you for this. But if you try to avoid a lash I will tie you and start over."
I promised to cooperate with excitement rising knowing I could take a spanking that could never be as bad as the principal gave me.
He had me bend over to hold on to the seat of a low stool then told me to let my back sag down and stick my butt out and up.
He must have loved natural punishment tools because he went back to the cabinet and came back with a willow switch dripping water, He explained that he kept his switches in water to keep them limber.
The first lash across both cheeks really hurt and I arched my back and pulled in my butt.
Nothing happened! Then he said, "I am waiting for you to push it out again."
I realized that gave me some control and as it went on my excitement rose as I pushed it out and up faster and faster. Towards the end the switch was hitting across my pussy jutting out from between my legs but my thighs prevented direct hits on it to bring me so close to climax I was frustrated when he quit.
"I am impressed! Your ass is fully striped but you still managed not to scream. How would you like your next thirty? If it sounds interesting I will agree to it."
I needed to cum! "Would you plese give me thirty on my pussy with a leather strap?"
"Yes. Same rules. You will hold your legs wide open to make it fully accessible. If you close them longer than a count of five. I will tie you and start over. I don't want you to get your hands in the way so they will be tied."
He locked little chains around my wrists that had alligator clips dangling from them. Then he clipped the clamps on my nipples to hold my hands close to my chest. They really bit me but the pain seemed to radiate dirctly to my clitoris.
He had me sit on the low stool then helped me lower my shoulders to the floor.
He stood in front of me for a moment until I realized he was waiting for me to spread my legs. I spread them but when he still didn't do anythging I spread them even further until I could feel my pussy lips open and a cool breeze evaporating the liquid building up in it.
He hit the left side then the right with the last down the middle to hit on my clitoris. I yelped and slammed my legs shut until I heard him counting out loud slowly. At three I opened them and when he said four I spread them as wide as I could. He followed the same pattern of two on the sides and one down the middle but by then I was so excited I was lifting my hips to meet the leather and jerking on my nipple clamps.
That must have excited him because when he finished he opened his fly to stick his rock hard dick in me then lifted me up. I clamped my legs around him and grabbed his shoulders in spite of or because of the bite and stretch on my nipples to keep my orgasms going until he sat in a big chair so I could bounce on his dick while jerkingg my boobs with the nipple clamps.
He began slapping my tits with his hands to make the clamps bite even more until I literally exploded with a tremendous orgasm.
While I was still panting he removed the clamps. In gratefullness I slipped down to clean his softening dick and balls with my tongue.
When he was clean he got up to go to a small refigerator to bring back a couple of beers. We drank them thirstily then he said, "That was fantastic. You really get off on having your pussy tortured. I am going to count the tit slapping as lashes so you have reached your hundred but you might be interested in something else I have.
He went back to his cabinet and came back with what looked like a sheaf of weeds held together with coils of tape.
Since you get off so well on pussy pain these should make you wild. These are nettles. Have you ever heard of them?"
"No but they just have tiny thorns. I can see why they would be exciting on my pussy."
"Would you like to try ten or so lashes with them?"
By then I was no longer real excited and didn't think ten would get me to orgasm. Also Mom would be happy I went over a hundred so I said, "We have been doing things in groups of thirty. Lets do thirty of these."
"Alright. They will hurt. Remember you asked for them. I have a great way to tie you for them."
"I won't need to be tied. I'll cooperate."
"No it will be better if you are tied."
He put wide soft leather straps around my thighs close to my hips then had me lie on my back while he went to a wall to push a button. Ropes from the celing began lifting me until my head was pushed forward by the floor. Then he put ropes on my ankles to pull my legs out and down until I was doing the splits upside down.
He said, "I want you to see what is happening."
He put clamps on my nipples then pulled my breasts into my armpits so I could look into a mirror on the ceiling. He put handcuffs on me to hold my hands behind my back. It was uncomfortable but the sight of my pussy opened to feel the tiny thorns on the tender inner lips had me too excited to mind being uncomfortable.
My pussy was not open enough for him. He put three alligator clamps on the outer lips then strung nylon cord through them to tie arond my thighs. Now the tender inner lips and clitoris were fully exposed. He grinned and twiddled with my clit until it was hard. I knew then that every lash would hit directly on my most sensitive parts. I was about to change my mind about the amount when he had me open my mouth and jammed a rubber ball in it.
Finally he said, "Are you ready?"
I nodded frantically anxious to get to orgasm.
He didn't hit hard. He didn't need to! He slapped the weeds into my splayed pussy then dragged it toward my asshole.
It set my pussy on fire! Nettles have a stinging poison on their thorns that is just terrible. I am sure I would have passed out by twenty if I was not head down.
When he finally finished the slow lashes with drags and let me go I grabbed a wet towel and jammed it in my croth to run spraddle legged to Mom bawling like crazy.
Mom said, "Jesus! What did you do to her! She has never reacted this way before."
"She had her pussy whipped with stinging nettle. She shouldn't have asked for thirty. Pick up some calamine lotion on the way home. She will be alright. Here is four hundred. I am giving her a ten dollar tip."
The money appeased Mom. When I cried about how evil he was she just told me to shut up. She had stepped into nettles once and I would be okay."
They got the lotion but it didn't help that much. My pussy was swollen and burning for days. The only thing that seemed to help much was pushing ice in it. I ended up begging Mom for popsickles I could push inside.
Mom's coke habit got much stronger. She was out of coke and money in about ten days. She was soon desperate for money but our neighbor was broke and she had forgotten to get the phone number for the man who had hurt me so badly.
She began taking a picture of me naked to bars to sell me to men. To our surprise most men weren't interested in hurting me, at least at higher prices, so I began getting fucked or giving blowjobs to several men at forty dollars. This frustrated both of us. She never had enough money to completely satisfy her desire for dope and I was never able to get an orgasm with the fast straight sex the men would pay for.