She said, "You may scream if you like. This room is soundproof but if you do we may decide you are not taking your punishment willingly and will have to repeat it."
I sobbed, "I won't scream. I know I deserve this."
If anything the man was worse. He not only hit hard across my butt he also hit vertically so the thongs could get into the tender crack. After his ten he joined the woman at the desk and they just watched me until I could stop crying then told me to stand up.
I stood in front of them wiping the tears from my cheeks then she said, "Now which instrument would you like used on what part of your body."
That was a surprise! I said, "I thought all of them would be on my butt with that whip."
She was a real hypocrite. She said, "Oh no. That would be too many in one spot. We don't want you to be badly hurt. You will only get twenty to each place with a different instrument each time."
I realized I had made a huge mistake choosing the easiest whip to be used on my butt and sobbed at how they had fooled me by not giving me the rules up front. I had to plan ahead now. The wooden paddle would have to be used on a fleshy area. It would bruise my pussy or tits terribly and knock the wind out of me if used on my tummy.
I took a shuddering breath and said, "Please spank my thighs with the wooden paddle."
I should have been more specific. I was thinking about the back of my thighs but they had me get up on the desk with my pussy pointed at the camera and told me to spread my legs.
She hit my tender inner thighs ten times till they were burning then let me lie there trying to caress away the heat with my hands. As soon as my crying subsided to sobs he pushed his crotch into the top of my head and hit me ten more times the length of my burning thighs with each one barely missing my pussy. I laid there crying piteously trying to caress away the burning until they pulled me to my feet and put the remaining torture instruments on the desk.
They stood there staring at me excitedly while I looked at the things knowing now for sure that I still had three to go and that it would be impossible for me to ever convert this to a sexual experience with pain this bad broken into small segments while I was the only one naked. I knew only the wire whisk could be suitable for my pussy because the crop or whip would be bound to make the tender inside of my pussy bleed. I shuddered at the thought of the sharp tips of them ripping into me. I had never felt any of these things before so I had no idea what they would feel like but I had just decided the crop seemed to be the heaviest and best for my strong tummy muscles when she lost patience and snarled. "Well. What is it going to be?"
I looked up at her and whimpered, "May I please have twenty lashes on my tummy with the crop?"
They must have known I would not be able to just stand there quietly to receive them because they slid the desk forward so I could rest my butt against the edge and put my hands behind me to rest them on the top.
A "Whish!" was followed by a terrible sting just below my belly-button accompanied by a "Snap!" sound. It hurt so much I bent over to relax the muscles I had made tight. then I leaned back again to get another just below the last.
When she had finished I was crying hysterically and my tummy was dark red from my belly button to the top of my slit. I laid back on the desk rubbing the welts uncaring that the camera was pointed right at my quivering stomach and pussy.
She said, "Would you like to take a break before the rest of them."
Would I! I would do anything to put off further pain for awhile and told them so.
She looked at me strangely and said, "You can have a break for as long as you are entertaining us."
I jumped at the chance to put off further punishment as long as possible. I offered to dance for them or anything but she said, "I have something else in mind."
She pulled out a chair then reached under her skirt to pull off her panties and sat down.
"Would you like to kneel between my legs and kiss my thighs?"
I was grateful to her, that would give me a break and at the same time help to change this terrible punishment to a sexual situation. If I made her happy they might go easier on me.
"Yes. May I kneel between your legs so I can kiss your thighs."
Even this turned out to be just humiliating because she just had me put her head under her skirt without getting naked. I had hoped she would take off her clothes so we could be more equal.
Just as I expected she was not satisfied with just kisses to her thighs she kept saying excitedly, "Higher! Higher!" till my nose was buried in the bush of hair at her twat and I was kissing the lips. She said nastily, "Use your tongue, bitch!"
I felt terribly humiliated knowing I was just being used. Of course I knew what felt good and began fluttering my tongue on her clitoris. It was gross. She did not have a sweet pussy like Marcie. Hers smelled rancid and tasted bad. Thankfully my saliva and her juices began to clean it which was good because it seemed to take forever before she began to tremble then let out a sigh and pulled me away from her pussy.
I had been under her dark skirt so long I had to put my hand over my eyes to let them adjust to the bright light. When they had adjusted I saw that he had sat in the chair.
I asked, "May I kiss your thighs too?"
"No. Just take out my dick and lick and suck on it."
Again it was not sexual to me since only I was naked as I knelt between his thighs and unzipped his pants to bring out the biggest dick I had ever seen. My lips were stretched around it when I put it in my mouth. He did not even let me lick it. When it was in my mouth he just pulled on my head to fuck my mouth making me gag when the head pushed into my throat. To make me completely humiliated he pulled out his dick when he came to shoot cum all over my eyes and nose. He squeezed the last of it out of his dick to smear it on my cheeks, then he scraped it off my face with his finger and had me suck it off his finger.
I asked them if there was anything more I could do to put off the punishment but they said they were satisfied and led me back to the desk.
I hoped they would be nicer now that I had made them cum but he made it worse. He hit just above my slit to make me gasp at the terrible sting then said, "Let me know when you are ready for the next by saying, 'Hit me."
That was terrible because I seemed to be asking for the lash while in truth I did not want them at all. It was not until the fifth one that I got smart and yelled "Hit me," real fast to get it over with.
I rubbed the welts crying until she said it was time to choose. I begged them to tie me because I didn't think I could stand still for the rest since every instrument seemed worse than the last.
She said that they did not have any rope but if I could get my legs really wide they could handcuff my ankles to the legs of the desk and the legs of the bookcase next to the wall and the person not whipping could hold on to my arms.I knew that they could move the desk closer but there was no sense in arguing with them and I thought I would feel better not having to offer myself to the lash. When I thought about it later I realized they did not want any bonds showing in the video tape. I was reminded this was all being recorded when he put a new cassette in the camera. I was ashamed to know when they looked at the tape I would appear to be begging to be whipped and offering myself untied for the ordeal.
I asked for twenty spanks on my breasts with the whip while I pushed them out for them. I was looking at my tits to make sure they were out as far as possible when the first lash with the snake whip came. I saw it bury itself into them at the nipples then pull back to make a maroon line. I had to scream so they waited till I calmed down then she said, "If you scream again we will have to start over after gagging you."