He said, "Ignore that shit, Honey. You are just doing what I want. She can be mad at me. Hit one cheek then the other then one right down the middle."
Mom, moaned, "No. No! I have changed my mind. Keep your fucking coke."
"It is too late. You already agreed. Now say nicely, 'Honey I am sorry I threatened you. Please spank me."
She sobbed but said the speech and I continued. she screamed at each lash to her pussy for awhile but must have gotten numb because her screams just turned to moans and shudders while her skin went from just red to welts and then dark marroon. I began to think it was exciting her because the lashes to her pussy began to make juice from her pussy splatter. and she was rocking her hips back and forth. I lost count and Bill had to tell me to stop.
I was totally excited and covered with sweat. Bill dropped his pants and stood in front of me, I immediately dropped to my knees straddling Mom and began sucking his dick choking myself as I tried driving it down my throat. He pulled away just before he came and drove his dick into Mom's welted pussy pulling on her hips to slap his thighs into her ass. Then he grabbed my tits and pulled me to him for french kisses to my pussy while he shuddered in orgasm. I was so excited that was enough to bring me to orgasm.
I guess I was wrong about her getting excited because when she was untied she moaned, "Give me my coke and I will never use it again. I hurt awful. Coke isn't worth it."
Bill just said, "Good. Your habit is getting way too expensive. Call my beeper if you change your mind."
He carried her to her bed and I gently put salve on her butt and pussy. I felt ashamed to have hit so hard it looked really bad and there was even some blood oozing from her pussy.
She was exhausted and went to sleep as the coke and soothing salve took effect.
I walked Bill to the door and he said, "It will be interesting to see if she can really kick her habit. She is on a combination of coke and heroin. She is really going to be hurting in a few days after this supply runs out."
I think she really did try to kick it. She waited until she was feverish and getting cramps before she took another shot. The next time though she didn't wait as long and from then on she took one at the first pains.
Then she was down to her last shot and getting desparate when the phone rang. She seemed excited and I heard her say, "Yes anything. Anything at all! Just get over here."
She told me that was Jim and was ecstatic as she said, "Fuck Bill! I don't need him. Jim has $200.00 to try out a new whip."
He was over in a few moments to show his whip. "Don't you love it. I made it myself out of tightly braided horsehair. Just feel it! "
It was black and about eight feet long by a half-inch thick.He stretched a section between his hands and pressed it into my bare tits. It felt like a hundred needles were stabbing me and I flinched back.
"Oh that will hurt terribly. It would be like being whipped with needles and it is so heavy it will dig in."
Mom said, "You can take it besides you don't have a choice."
Jim said, "There is more to it. I had a fantasy where two girls were tied back to back so I could hit them both. If you agree I promise to hit easy."
Mom took the whip and pressed it into her thigh. "Oh God. It sticks me. Lets do something else. You said fifty lashes. How about a hundred just to Honey."
I gringed at that idea and was relieved when Jim said, No way. Honey will enjoy it. I want to whip someone who hates it but will still agree."
I whispered to Mom, "He said he will hit easy and we will only get twenty five apiece. You can take that."
She still tried to bargain but when he picked up the whip and started to the door she relented saying, "Oh shit! If it is that important, do it. Just remember you will hit easy."
She trembled with fear, excitement or both as she took off her clothes and held out her hands for the padded cuffs he had already put on my wrists.
He pulled us up to the ceiling until we were on tiptoe. Then felt our stretched bodies saying, "God you look beautiful. Your tits are high and your waist is super slim."
That added to my excitement but Mom just said, "Come on. Get it over with. My shoulders hurt!"
They were going to hurt worse because he went to the satchel he had brought with him and brought back rope to wrap around our ankles to squezze our legs together then pulled out on the rope until our legs were spread wide and all our weight was on our arms.
Mom began whining as he said, "One more thing."
He went to the satchel and came back with two wide straps with buckles and wrapped them around the top of our thighs to hold our butts tightly together. I was already excited feeling the stickery edge digging into my crotch but Mom just whined.
He finally stepped back and brought the whip against my stomach. It was hard but bearable. Mom screamed as I realized the tip had curled around us to bite into her tummy. The next one curled around mom to hit the front of my thighs. It hurt twice as much and I realized I was wrong. Each lash would be curling around us to leave welts and stinging as the little horse hair dug in so rather than twenty five we would be getting all fifty.
Lash after lash welted us as Mom screamed but I found as it went on even this pain became exciting and just as the tip dug into my pussy I went into orgasm which just got stronger and stronger. Fortunately for us he became so excited he hit faster and faster to use up the lashes before I could not cum any more which would have left nothing but pain.
He dropped his pants and drove his dick into my welted pussy and pulled himself back and forth by the whip he held against Mom's tits to keep her wailing and my orgasms continued.
As he released us Mom wailed, "I should have called Bill. He wouldn't have hurt me this bad."
I wasn't so sure. When he left he whispered to me, "If she thinks this is bad she will shit the next time she calls me."
We were so exhausted we just laid on the floor while Jim took two one hundred dollar bills out of his billfold and stuck them to her sweaty tits. As he walked out he said, "I'll call you if another inspiration stikes me."
Mom screamed, "Get out you pervert! Don't ever call us again."
The tips had left welts that were oozing blood so we spent a lot of time caressing salve on each other then Mom took her last shot that made her forget the pain.
The next morning she left to go to town to find a dope- pusher. She was gone for hours as I stayed home to caress more salve on my welts. Just this reminded me of the whipping and I was able to get a good orgasm by digging at my pussy while pinching my nipples.
Late that afternoon she came back bitching, "It took me forever to find one. The stinking cops have so much heat on no- one wanted to sell to a stranger. Until one asshole said he would do it if I stripped and fucked him since cops would not be allowed to do it. At least he wasn't a bad lay."
She bustled around getting her shot ready then stuck it in her arm already full of nasty looking pimples from other shots. I was again happy I had not tried it.
She laid back after her shot but in a few moments she whined, "That bastard ripped me off. This isn't doing it. I will have to take twice as much. Even this didn't get her to the point Bill's had so I told her that what she had was probably just cocaine and that Bill's was a combination of cocaine and heroin.
She wailed, "Oh no! That makes it twice as hard to kick but I have to. Keep this. Don't let me have it unless I just can't stand the pain."
She handed me the little plastic envelope and I hid it in my dresser.
I read up on drug addiction and found if she could stay off it for ten days the sickness would lessen. She really tried but by the fourth day she was sweating and trembling and told me to get it for her. When I tried to get her to hold out a little longer she yelled, "Jesus! Can't you see I am sick! Get it or I'll kill you."