Jane

It occurred to me that I may be hurt bad. I whimpered, "No. Don't do this. I'll take it off and pose anyway you want."

She stopped holding my nightie at my knees but Jim said, "It is too late now. You brought this on to yourself."

She began raising my nightie again slowly glancing at Dad to watch his reaction as my pussy and then my breasts came into view. Jim released my arms one at a time so she could get it over my head and toss it into a corner with a triumphant look on her face.

Dad and Jim pulled me over to the ropes and held me while Mom buckled the manacles on my wrist. She looked crazy with excitement. She put her mouth to my ear and panted, "Don't fight us. You know how exciting this will be!" When they pulled my legs about four feet apart to tie my ankles to the floor she stood behind them out of their sight and began to dig frantically at her pussy with one hand while she squeezed her breasts with the other.

Jim handed Dad the whip and he went to my side to bring the whip across my butt with a loud "Snap!" It stung and burned awful while I screamed and fought my bondage. He hit my thighs and butt over and over at least twenty times. The burn from the whip and my fighting made my body hot all over making me soaked in sweat. The heat seemed to lessen the pain and to make my breasts swell and my clit tingle until I began to be aware of them even more than the pain.

He stopped whipping to stand in front of me watching me sob and spasm then said, "Have you learned your lesson. Will you obey now?"

I was ashamed that I was becoming aroused by being spanked by my father. I naturally sobbed agreement to end my ordeal.

My mother screamed, "She is lying! Spanking just excites her! She needs real pain!"

I looked at her in shock since I had forgotten she and Jim were in the room. She took the whip from Dad who stepped back next to Jim. She rubbed the thongs against my pussy as she whispered in my ear, "I know now just how to make you cum. She hit me just below my navel causing searing heat to go directly to my pussy then began to whip my breasts making them dance on my chest. She looked demonic as she hit me harder than Jim ever had causing much more pain. I yelped "No!" at each lash but instead of sympathy and lesser lashes she snarled, "Have some pride! Take your punishment bravely!" I just gasped and moaned but then incredibly even though she hit as hard as ever the pain lessened and excitement began to rise. I started going into orgasms just as she began hitting upwards into my pussy. The thongs seemed to go deep inside me bringing the pain and heat throughout my torso.

My orgasms kept getting more powerful until my senses just became overloaded to cause me to slump in my bonds in exhaustion.

To my surprise it was Dad who grabbed her arm to say, "I think she has learned her lesson. Haven't you Jane?"

He realized I was so overcome I could not answer but was satisfied by my nodding my head and sobbing. They just stood there watching me avidly as I hung there shuddering and sobbing. Mom had hit me harder than Jim ever had and I kind of hated her when she said excitedly, "Oh. She will remember this lesson. Look how red her breasts and crotch have become."

I was glad to see her recoil when Dad said, "Yes they are swollen too. Don't expect any mercy from me."

I calmed enough to plead piteously, "I'll be good. I promise I will do anything you want. I will never say 'No' again. Please! I promise!"

They got me loose and let me lie on the floor then Jim went to a sink to soak towels in cool water that Mom laid over my burning skin till I was blanketed from my knees to my neck. The heat and pain went away almost completely. Exhaustion took over and I went to sleep.

When I woke up I was still lying on the floor covered in wet towels and alone in the room that was now dimly lit. During my ordeal the room had been as bright as in full sun.

I got up to find a towel to dry myself so I could be warm and faced a mirror. Amazingly the nearly maroon color of my breasts and pussy had faded to a light red. My body proved she had been meaner than Dad because my butt was just a healthy pink. I looked around and saw that in the dim light the manacles and chains hanging from the walls and ceiling made it look more like dungeons I had seen in horror movies. I had a flashback of a man being whipped with blood rolling down his back and wrapped the dry towel around me to escape this place of horror.

When I got upstairs they were sitting on the couch fully clothed and sipping coffee. I still felt cold and asked if I could have some.

Jim looked at me disapprovingly and said, "My God. Will you never learn? Who told you to cover yourself?"

I told him that I was sorry and that I had put on the towel because I was cold. I let it fall to the floor.

Mom told me to come over to her. She turned me around slowly while pointing out the small welts left by the ends of the thongs then she said, "Jim, the whip is wonderful. I am sure she was in a great deal of pain but there is hardly any damage to her skin."

Dad agreed, "Yes it is wonderful. I will use it on you from now on but of couse you will get a lot more spanks than the paddle and over more sensitive areas than your butt."

Mom made a little gasp thinking of it landing on her but I could tell the idea did not cause her anguish.

Jim said I could have coffee so I ran to the kitchen to pour a cup relieved to be away from their prying eyes. I felt even more naked with them fully dressed and stayed in the kitchen till Jim said, "What is taking you so long?"

I went back to them to sit down clenching my legs together and holding my cup with both hands to sip on it so my arms could cover part of my breasts.

Jim watched me grinning at my discomfort while my parents just stared. I suddenly realized that I was sucking in my tummy as much as possible to make what they could see look good for them from their vantage point on the couch facing me.

Finally my cup was empty and I had no further excuse to have my arms in front of my breasts but I continued to hold the cup in front of my lips trying to think of another way to hide.

Jim finally got disgusted. "My God. What is it going to take to get you used to being nude? Do you think you are fooling us with your legs clenched and holding your cup with two hands to hide your breasts?

Of course that was the idea but I protested. "No. I always hold my cup like this." It was an unsuccesful lie.

"You have made two mistakes. You just lied to me and you said "No". Come over here."

I made a little sob but got up to take the two steps over to him remembering to let my arms hang down by my sides so his view of my body would not be obstructed.

When I stood in front of him I watched anxiously while he slowly slid his belt out of his pants then rolled it around his fist till about eighteen inches of it came out of the coil. He told me to give the belt to my father and sit on the coffee table in front of him with my hands on my head. I was then to say, "I am a liar. Please whip my breasts ten times." I knew if I protested I would get something even worse and was glad he was just wearing a dress belt rather than the big thick belt he wore with his jeans.

When I was positioned the way he wanted with my legs wide spread to be outside his, my elbows back, and my chest pushed out he began to backhand and forehand my breasts watching them bob and weave from the impacts with fascination. Fortunately he thought my boobs were super sensitive so he did not hit hard and it was simply exciting. I made no protest when I had to repeat everything for Mom and Jim.