Jane

It was just too much and I grabbed her hands to pull them away.

She just grinned and said, "Would that be considered a protest?"

Jim said, "Yes and she will pay for it."

She said, "Do you spank her or whip her?"

I couldn't believe it. She asked so matter of factly as if being whipped was common.

Jim made it worse by calmly saying, "Both, but she prefers the whip."

"Yes. My girlfiend does too, She thinks spanking are childish. WE don't have a soundproof apartment so I usr a staightened wire coat hanger. It is completely silent and so accurate you can punish areas that won't show even in the skimpiest bikinis. I understand it stings a lot. It only takes a few to make her promise to be good. You have to be careful. It can cut the skin."

I felt a wave of excitement hit me as I imagined the stiff wire stinging my nipples and pussy.

Then she turned to me and pinched my nipples and tugged on them again. It took all my willpower to keep my hands at my sides as I trembled and moaned until she released them to say, "She seems to have the idea now but I discovered something that reminds a girl to be good. Would you like to see it?"

Jim said, "Sure. I am always interested in things to teach her proper discipline."

She went to a hook on the wall and returned with a skirt hanger with spring clips to hold the waist. I cringed expecting to be hit with it. That may have been better. She squeezed open the clips and slid it up my breasts then let the clamps snap shut on my nipples. I gave a squeal of pain as my nipples were bitten then another when she dropped the hanger to cause a sharp bite. It hurt and I sobbed when she said, "We'll just leave this on as a reminder." since each second seemed to make it worse.

Then Jim got up to come over saying, "What a great idea. I could use this to tie her." I mooaned, "Oh! Oh! no." as he raised the hanger to lift my boobs and stretch my nipples. He dropped it to cause another squeal as she said, "A little imagination can show you a lot of things that cause pain with no noise. Clothespins are good as well as the little alligator clamps you find at electronic stores even common items such as pushing a stiff broom into nipples or clit is very effective. I do a lot of shopping it is fun to find things that no-one would suspect could be torture instruments."

Then she began removing my panties making it a strip-tease by slowly rolling down the waist. It would have been sexy but all I could think of was the clamps biting me.

Then she was staring at my pussy!

She said awestruck, "Wow! I trim my pubic hair too but she is absolutely bald. She looks like a baby. Do you shave it or pluck it?"

Then Jim embarressed me even more by saying, "Shaved but she will pluck it from now on. I don't want the hair to get coarse. She has a cute pussy, doesn't she?"

I was mortified, again people were talking about me as if I was some kind of animal.

She felt my pussy and said," it is beautiful. It is nice and soft but looks tight." At that she made me gasp as she pinched the lips to pull them open and let go to let them snap shut. She laughed and said, "Oh yeah. Great muscle tone. It must feel great." she laughed when Jim said he could vouch for that.

She unhooked the straps on the panties and hooked them arond me. The panties were just a tiny lace triangle for my pussy with little strings going up the crack of my butt and around my waist but even that was better than naked in front of her grinning face.

Then she stood up and said the first dress did not need a bra. Fortuneately she had to take off the hanger to put on the dress. I squealed in surprise as sharp pain hit my nipples as the blood returned.

When she pulled the dress down over my head I knew why there was no need for a bra. There was no room for one the top was just an inverted triangle with metal in the top to hold its shape. She bent the ends of the wire to indent the sides of my breasts and looped some tiny string around my neck to loosely hold up the top. She pulled down the waist till it tightend over my hips then turned me so I could see myself in the mirror. It was made of a beautiful silky material. The skirt reached to my ankles but the top barely covered my nipples and bared almost all of my tummy. When I turned sideways to the mirror I saw that the sides of my breasts bulged out from it and the skirt was slit at the side nearly to the waist. I was about to say that I could not be seen in public like this when Jim said, "We don't need to see anything else. I like this."

As an afterthought he also bought a micro dress of cashmere that the girl said would cling to my curves.

Thankfully a little black fake fur jacket came with it to hide my breasts but I found out while walking to the car that the slit at the sides opened up to show the sides of my legs up to my waist. I had to remember to take short steps. As we rode I still felt excited and finally admitted to myself that I was a born exhibitionist and would never object again about being stripped in front of anyone.

Jim said, "That is an ideal job for a girl like her."

I said innocently, "What do you mean."

He laughed and said, "Obviously she is a lesbian. It must be nice for her to have girls naked around her all day."

I suddenly felt very dirty. That explained her staring and fondling. I said stricken, "Oh God. That is terrible."

"Why?"

"Daddy says homosexuals are terrible perverts and so does the bible. You let her fondle me and hurt me."

"Your Dad is incredibly intolerant. Get over it. I may have her come to the house. I have never watched two girls make love."

I was sure that would send me to hell and cried, "No. Please don't. I would rather be whipped until I bleed."

He just grinned and said, "We'll see."

I shuddered knowing that was just one more threat hanging over my head.

We met his clients at the restaurant and went to the bar to have a few drinks before dinner. After a drink and seeing that the other women also had low cut dresses I began to relax. Then Jim said that I must be hot and took off my jacket. They stared at my breasts and I realized the top of my nipples were showing. I blushed and pulled up on it but I could only get it barely above them.

Jim said, "How do you like that dress? I just bought it for her. It really shows off her great tits and tiny waist. Jane. Stand up so they can see your flat tummy."

I blushed and said that they would not be interested but one of the women said she would like to see it. If the diet she was on worked she would want to show off a small waist. Jim looked at me menacingly so I stood up and at their direction slowly turned around. I realized I was not just showing them. I was showing myself to everyone in the bar. I was embarressed but at the same time I was proud that all the men stared at me hungrily.

After a few drinks we we went from the bar to the restaurant. I got even more attention from the people waiting in the lobby waiting for seats. Jim was hurrying so I was taking long steps causing my legs to flash through the slit clear to my butt and my breasts were jiggling as my high heels hit the floor. The men waiting were wide eyed. Jim was called to the phone. I used the opportunity to wait for him then I lifted one leg and bent over to tighten my shoe. That let them see my nipples and the bottom curve of my butt. The men grinned and looked excited while the women stared at me with pure hate. I don't know what made me feel best, The obvious admiration of the men or the jealousy of their wives.