I think she knew she would have to go back because she didn't whip me or try to sell me for two weeks even though I volunteered because I missed the orgasms I could only get from pain.
Finally she became desparate and went downtown only to return crying, "I finally found a dope pusher who had the same dope as Bill but he wants $400.00 and I only have half that. She looked around the house for something to sell but she had already sold anything of value.
I offered to ask Bill to whip me in exchange for dope but she blubbered, "No. That won't work. He won't even take money. He told me the only way I could get it was to ask for pain and I can't go through that again."
I felt sorry for her and suddenly remembered my principal was willing to pay $200.00 to spank me. After this much time had passed the spanking had not seemed too bad and I called him.
I had to explain who I was as they had never given him my name then he said, "Oh now I remember. You were the one that was hard to make scream."
I asked him if he would give me two hundred for another spanking but he said, "No it is not exciting to me to spank the same girl."
I told him I was desparate and he could use a whip if he wanted to and that seemed to interest him.
"Well.. I have been previewing some new history books and I saw a photo of a slave being whipped that was interesting. I might consider that but you might not want that as it is pretty severe. You wouldn't just end up with a red butt."
My clitoris twinged as I remembered Bill's whipping and I said tremulously, "I think I could stand that."
"Are you sure. It will be different. You would be hung by your arms totally naked and you will get stripes all over your body."
"Oh.. I will agree to that."
"Alright, but I won't be cheated. You will have to take fifty lashes and if you ask me to stop before all fifty you will be paid nothing."
I again agreed and said I would meet him at his house.
I told Mom I could get her money and she was elated hugging and kissing me while telling me how wonderful I was.
She had me dress in a sweater, skirt, slip, bra and panties saying he might get more excited seeing me unveiled gradually and want to fuck me before he finished all fifty.
Mom took me out there and gave me a little push when I hesitated in front of his office door.
When I went into his office there were ropes with cuffs hanging from the ceiling and a nasty looking whip on his desk. He explained, "This is a 'Cat of nine tails' it was used on slaves. Pick it up and see if you think you can stand fifty with it because once you agree I won't stop with less."
I picked it up. It was heavy and had a thick handle and whip that went out about two feet and then separated into round lashes that had knots tied in them about every two inches.
I felt it fascinated as the hard knots slid through my fingers then gulped and said, "It looks terrible. Will it cut me?"
"I don't know. I have never used it but I am sure the knots will make your white skin bloom with blossoms and should keep the sharp strands from digging in."
"Please don't cut me."
He took that as agreement and told me to slowly take off my clothes as he watched smiling from his desk.
I made it last a long time because I wanted time to let my excitement build up but then I was naked and he told me to bend over to take off my shoes so he could see my pussy pooching out between my legs.
He surprised me by telling me to lie down on the floor under the ropes. He lowered them then wrapped the padded cuffs around my ankles saying, "Once when I hung a girl by her wrists for a spanking she fainted before I was through. With your head down the blood will stay in your head to keep you from fainting."
That frightened me because my consolation had been that if it was too bad I would pass out.
He cuffed my wrists to a ring in the floor then pulled up my leg towards the pulley at the edge of the ceiling. Once that was tight he pulled up my other leg until I looked like a "Y" stretched until my waist was tiny and my boobies were tight.
He stepped back and I heard a "Whirr as the thongs went through the air and a "WHAP!" as pain radiated from my ass.
I screamed at the pain so much worse than a thong whip as he walked around me evidentally wanting this to last. Then brought another lash down to wrap around my thigh leaving angry red blossoms from the knots as I gasped at the pain. He moved around to do my other thigh then continued to slowly cover my legs wityh blossoms to my knee. He got behind me and slowly covered my butt and then down my back to my shoulders. I felt like I was on fire and tears were soaking my hair but he took no pity on me and brought a lash over my pubic mound. I screamed again and he waited until I was just sobbing then slowly started working down my stomach. I began to moan "No. No." as the lashes came closer and closer to my boobs but he ignored me and then there was blinding pain as my boobs shuddered with blossoms. Then hit them again to make knots dig into my nipples. I screamed and fought my bonds but he just watched my tits shaking from my effort in excitement. Just when I had calmed to sobs he brought it down on my gaping pussy to bring another scream. He just watched me struggle trying to get my legs together then said, "Now I will fill in the blanks."
It had already seemed like I had been in pain forever and I begged, "Please! Do it faster. Get it over with!"
Thankfully he did and now the almost constant pain with the final lashes at me pussy let me get to orgasm.
He let me down to lay on the floor and I felt rivulets of moisture coming off my body. I was sure I was bleeding and couldn't look until he got a towel to dab on me and said, "Whipping makes you sweat like crazy."
I looked down and was amazed that his towel had no blood on it and felt my burning breasts to find they were oozing only perspiration.
When he finished drying my front he said, "Now for your reward and dropped his pants to bury his dick in my throbbing pussy. It was a reward! In comparison to the whipping his dick in me felt wonderful even as he squeezed my throbbing breasts. My orgasms started up again and I thanked him profusely after he came.
I just put on my sweater and skirt while he put on my shoes as I didn't want anything tight on my burning skin. All the way home I could feel the slightest movement of the sweater on my breasts and my bottom throbbed from the pressure of the seat.
When I got home I ripped off my clothes and put the plug in the tub to turn on the shower with cool water until the tub was full enough to lie in and feel the heat and throbbing go away.
Mom was really impressed and said I was wonderful to suffer for her as she caressed the salve on all my blossoms. I didn't tell her that I had eventually been able to get orgasms or that he had given me a wonderful feeling fuck.
She left the next morning to find her drug pusher. I was amazed to see the only after effect of that terrible whipping was small bruises where the knots had hit.
About noon Bill came pounding on our door. He burst in to yell."Pack your clothes. Fast. We heard on the police scanner that your Mom was busted in a drug raid. They will be coming to get you to put in juvenile hall until she gets out."
I am with Bill now. I never saw Mom again. Bill decided there was too much heat and we moved to Los Angeles. Here the only problem is competition from other drug dealers.
It has been wonderful for me. I get lots of orgasms now but I am a little worried because I seem to be able to tolerate more and more pain and I am getting some scars from some of the worse whips.