Honey

I began crying and begged them not to hurt me but he just said, "Are you going to be quiet or should we gag you now and use the quirt?"

I could see they would not change their minds and the quirt would be terrible. so I sobbed, "I'll try to be quiet. Please don't hit hard."

He didn't! He began slapping my pussy with the whip to cause a small sting that was more exciting than painful. It went on and on and I began moving my hips to let the thongs hit all over it then he began hitting harder and I could feel my pussy lips jerk around and begin to burn. The greater pain just seemed to increase my excitement and my legs seemed to spread even wider as if they had a will of their own. Now a thong could actually slip into my slit but I just moaned with little yips when a thong hit my clit. I was moving very close to climax when I heard Mom say excitedly, "That must really hurt. Listen to her moan and try to move her pussy out of the way."

Bill said, "I am not so sure of that. Honey. Do you want me to stop?"

I was just at that wonderful, terrible, time just before climax. I moaned, "No! Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He began hitting faster and harder. Now it really hurt but it just made me more excited until I went into one orgasm after another straining to push my pussy out to meet the whip until I slumped totally exhausted.

Bill said, "Wow she really got off I'll bet she has never cum that hard before."

He was right. My orgasms from using my fingers was nothing in comparison but I felt terribly ashamed to be so perverted I could cum from being whipped. I hung there crying in shame while they fucked again to relieve the excitement I had provided for them.

They laid on the floor exhausted for awhile Then Mom said, "I am really beat. All the excitement from whipping her and sex has made me exhausted. Do you have any "Coke?"

"Naw I am all out. I might get some tomorrow."

"Oh shit. I needed the lift. If you bring me some tomorrow you can do anything you want to Honey."

"Really? Anything? I thought you were jealous."

"She is different. I can control her! She isn't like those sluts that hang around you."

"Okay. I'll find some coke somewhere. I am beat too. I'll see you tomorrow."

He dressed and left. Mom came over and untied my ropes to my ankles and loosened the ropes to let me down to the floor. I just felt drained and really wanted to sink into my bed.

"Please Mom. Let me sleep in my bed tonight. I'll be good. I promise."

"I'll make you a deal. Ask me nicely to give you ten lashes on your tits and I'll let you sleep in your bed until noon."

I knew that would hurt awful but it seemed worth it to get a good nights sleep.

I gulped then said," Please give me ten lashes.. On my breasts."

She seemed surprised I agreed then said, "I'll give them to you slow. If you change your mind you can stop me."

She had me get on my knees and put my hands behind my head to push out my breasts. She picked up the quirt! I moaned as I had hoped she would use the thonged whip. I begged her to use it but she said that I might like that since it had got me off.

I trembled in fear when she pressed her fist and the handle into my belly-button and bent it back. She told me to say "One" when I gulped and did it the quirt snapped forward to bury itself in my left tit. I gasped at the pain then she turned it to point at my right tit and said "Say Two."

When I did pain enveloped my right one. The delay while she slowly aimed and pulled back the thong was killing me. I wanted to get it over with and began giving the next number as soon as I was hit to rush her. On the sixth one she adjusted her aim so the thong hit right on my nipple. That was much worse and I would have asked her to stop if I had not been over half-way finished. By the time it was over my nipples were burning and throbbing while sticking out like little fingers. I sank into my bed caressing them to try to make them feel better. She had bought some padded manacles that she locked to my ankle and the bed.

I laid there caressing my tortured tits suddenly ashamed I had let her hurt me so much. I was bigger and stronger than her and with her so close to me with the quirt pressing against my stomach I could have hit her and tried to knock her out. I didn't have the nerve to try it because I knew if I failed I would just be hurt more.

I just felt awful about myself. I had cooperated with her to cause terrible pain to my tits and had even cum from having my pussy hit. I came to the conclusion that I was a terrible slut. That seemed to release me to begin fingering my clit while remembering the excitement of having it whipped. I had a nice orgasm that put me right to sleep.

I must have been really exhausted. I didn't wake up until eleven-thirty. I just laid there enjoying my drowsiness caressing my skin that was back to it's normal color but seemed so much more sensitive after being whipped until Mom came in to take the manacle off the bed to put it on my other ankle. The chain was so short I could just shuffle into the bathroom to pee then shuffle on into the kitchen where Mom had food on the table. I was starved and ate ravenously while Mom watched my nude body moving.

She said, "You do have a great body. You must have inherited it from your Dad's mother. She had huge tits. Enjoy them while you can. When you get older they will be sagging down to your stomach. Mine are smaller and will look good for years."

"Mom. Why do you hate me so much?"

"You have ruined my life. I only married your father because he promised me travel and excitement. When you were born you tore me up so bad the hospital expenses getting me well broke us. The only good thing was that I can't have any more kids. It was always something after that to keep us from travelling and your Dad got real conservative after that to save for your college. Even sex became boring because he was afraid we would wake you. You never showed me any affection. You must have been born a slut. You only wanted to be held by men. The more you hugged and cuddled your Dad the more things he got you instead of me. I have always been jealous. Tell me. Did you fuck him? It was almost obscene the way you squirmed on his lap. And he gave you baths when you were much too old for that."

"No! Daddy loves me. He would never try to have sex with me."

"I am not so sure. He loved squeezing your butt and having you run around just wearing panties."

I began to have my doubts too. He bathed me until I was five and I remembered how good it felt to have him spend a lot of time washing my bottom and pussy. I remembered how disappointed I was when he quit, saying I was getting too old after Mom had yelled at him about bathing me. I also remembered running around in just my panties because it would always get me hugs and kisses with pats and squeezes to my bottom. It just seemed to confirm that I had always been a slut.

"You have always been a pain in my ass and I know you told your Dad I was having affairs."

I swore I didn't which was true but it was not for her. I was just afraid he would leave us which, of course, happened.

"I don't believe you but I might once you covince me you have no will of your own. You are going to make it all up to me. I am going to use you to get anything I want. Since you are going to be naked most of the time I think you would look better with a tan. Go out in the backyard under the sun."

"I don't want to, Mom. Everytime I go out there in my bathing suit that dirty old man next door seems to know. He peeks at me from his upstairs window. I noticed because once when I was doing exercises he whistled and applauded. I felt dirty, like one of those strippers or something."

"Well you should get a lot of applause today because you will be naked. Bill thinks tan lines are ugly."

Actually I was getting used to being naked and the thought of being out in the open kind of excited me but I thought I should protest.