One night she came home frightened and desparate. She had spotted a man she planned to proposition but fortunately asked a barmaid if he had any money. The barmaid said, "He makes as much as any other vice cop." She knew if he had shown my picture tied up and looking about twelve years old she would have been arrested. To make the picture even more bleak her dope pusher had been arrested and others were so scared they had raised their prices.
I reminded her that she still had the business card of the man who had given me the fantastic orgasms with the swatter.
She called him but after a short conversation hung up in disgust, "The bastard said he did not pay for women. They paid him and that for a hundred he would guarantee orgasms."
I could believe that! If I had a hundred I would have run all the way to his place knowing that no matter how much I was hurt the orgasms would make up for it.
The next few days were hell for her. She paced the house nervous and irritable. I tried to stay out of her way.
Then with no prior notice Bill knocked on our door. Mom was so glad to see him she knelt and front of him and began kissing his fly while sobbing, "Oh thank God. I need you so much! Give me some coke. You can do anything you want to Honey! I don't care if you make her bleed."
Bill grinned at me and said, "See what coke can do, Honey. She'll do anything for it."
I was glad Mom had been too greedy to let me try it. She was normally arrogant and bitchy but now she was grovelling.
"Please don't tease me. I'll blow you while you whip her if you want me to. Just give me a little. I am hurting."
"You don't know what hurt is, but that is an idea. Whipping Honey just gives her orgasms but I don't think you will enjoy it. After you have had a hundred lashes you can have your coke."
"Noo. Not me! Honey won't get orgasms if you hurt her real bad. Whip her pussy until it bleeds!"
"Nope, it is you I want to see whipped. Take it or leave it."
"I'll leave it. You know I hate being hurt."
"Suit yourself. This is the purest coke I have ever seen. Honey. Would you like a little spanking?"
"Ooh Yes! Should I get the ropes?"
"No, this will be strictly voluntary. Just take off your clothes and get over my knees. I have a new strap you will like."
I was only wearing a dress and panties so it only took seconds to get naked and lay over his knees to feel his hard dick against my thigh and the rough fabric of our couch against my nipples.
The new strap was about three inches wide and soft. It made a delicious sting on my bottom and when he worked down to my upper thighs I rolled over on his lap to feel the sting on my pussy. I put one foot on our coffee table to get my legs spread and pumped my hips to meet the strap while he pinched my nipples with his free hand.
In moments I was in full orgasm. He let me slip to the floor where I frantically dug at my pussy and pinched my nipples to keep the orgasms going as long as possible.
I don't know whether my obvious excitement from the strap or her need for the coke changed her mind but she gulped and said tremously, "It might not be too bad. I guess I could try for a hundred. Will you just use that strap and not hit too hard?"
"I'll start with the strap and how hard I hit will depend on your cooperation. If you object it will be harder."
"Alright. As long as you agree to stop if I ask you to."
"Okay but if I stop before a hundred there will be no coke."
"What if it turns out it excites me like Honey? Will you quit when I get to orgasm like you did with her?"
"No. I know you. You would fake an orgasm to get me to quit after a dozen. Now, quit trying to bargain. If you cum that is fine but the deal is one hundred lashes no matter if you get off on it or the pain is unbearable. You can earn your coke like Honey earns money."
I thought that was great! Now she could find out how much I suffered for her. I ignored the fact that for the most part they had been terrifically exciting for me.
She undressed and then went over to him to lay over his lap but he stopped her.
"No. I think it would be fun to have Honey do the whipping. Just get on your hands and knees."
This evidentally shot down the hope he may excite her because she instantly protested.
"No. She doesn't know how to do it! I want you to do it. You might make it exciting. I'll hate having her do it and she might hurt me bad for using her."
"Just do what I want. I'll tell Honey where and how hard to hit."
"Okay but if you hurt me, Honey, I'll get even with you."
"No you can't blame her. She will be doing what I tell her. Right Honey?"
I had mixed feelings. It would be great to make her suffer but I was sure that anything I did would come back at me double later.
"Mom. I won't hit any harder than he forces me to do it. I know it doesn't excite you like me."
Mom got on her hands and knees and then he had me straddle her looking down at her butt and handed me the strap. I hit her butt cheeks a couple of times fairly easy then he stopped me.
"That looks great! Hold up a minute while I get the cam- corder."
Mom and I stayed in position. She seemed to be trembling so I asked her if I had hit too hard.
"No. No, I guess not. They just stung but I am afraid he will want you to hit harder. He knows I can't refuse anything. I need my dope bad. I think they must have mixed it with something else because I always heard that cocaine was not addictive and I am already trembling and beginning to get pains from being without it. Soon no matter how you hurt me it won't ne as bad as the pain of not having the drugs. I started injecting it in my veins because it was supposed to give a better high and last longer but that just makes it that much worse to be without it."
I was really glad everyone had been too greedy to offer me some of it and having her between my legs awaiting pain, fearfully, to earn her drugs made me feel superior. She was already whimpering at the thought of a spanking while I had taken much worse knowing the initial pain would lead to excitement.
When he came back to tell me to spead my legs further and to keep my left arm back so he could see my boobs move as I lashed added pride to my feeling of power. I was a star that would show the audience how I could master the slave beneath me. He said, "Wait a minute. I have an idea that will make this better."
He went out to his car and brought in some rope saying, "She should have her legs open to make a sexier picture. But she may not remember to keep them open."
He tied rope to her knees and to furniture to pull them widely apart then had her rest her head and breasts on the floor then wrapped another rope around her neck and tied the ends to my ankles. This caused her hips to tilt forward and her pussy pooched out behind to make a perfect target.
When he told me to hit harder I gloried in seeing her butt- cheeks and upper thighs redden as she gasped at the pain. In moments she was begging me to stop. I lost all respect for her. She was carrying on as if she was being killed while her butt was just turning red. I remembered how much more it hurt to hit the center and brought down one that curled around to snap on her pussy.
She screamed and struggled to get her legs together and raise up but the rope would not let her legs close and the rope around her throat choked her. She put her head back down and yelled, "She hit my pussy! She only should hit my ass! I'll get you for this Honey!"
Bill was pissed off. "Shit. You are such a wimp! That is a soft strap and I never said anything about just hitting your ass. Now tell Honey to keep hitting you or we will switch to a riding quirt that will go clear inside that gaping pussy."
She moaned, "Oh God No! That would kill me. Honey. Go ahead but if you hit hard I will make you sorry."