He had me stand with my legs spread with my hands on my butt to push my hips forward. He began to swing the whip around in a circle like a soft ball pitcher just fractions of an inch from my pussy.I pushed forward to have the thongs bury in it then back off only to push forward again till I was pumping in time with the lashes. That did it! My orgasms became so great I could not stand up and dropped to my knees still pumping while he picked up the strap and began hitting my nipples. I grabbed the bases of my tits to squeeze them and push out the nipples.
He stopped and put the foot stool under my butt. I fell back on it then spread my legs in a split like a cheerleader and grabbed my lips with thumbs and forefingers to stretch them widely apart so the whole strap could hit inside. He didn't stop at ten he kept hitting me until I could not cum any more and rolled off the stool onto the floor.
I laid there pinching my nipples and pushing my fingers into my pussy until I could talk.
I got up on my knees and hugged his legs murmuring "Thank you. You are wonderful. I never knew I could feel this way."
"You are most welcome baby. Now rest. I will get you a drink."
I laid there caressing the nipples and clit that had brought on this fantastic experience. I noticed that he had come back and was leering at me. I knew I must be the embodiment of all sluts but I just didn't care. At that point I would have done it on the fifty yard line in front of a stadium full of people.
He stopped me by saying, Here. Take this." He held out a glass of whiskey. After a few swallows that burned my throat. I began to calm down.
"I have more good news. You know that mirror I put on the ceiling?" "Oh yes! Thank you. It allowed me to see my butt being hit."
"Yeah. Well it isn't a mirror. It is one-way glass and I mounted a cam corder in the attic. I have a great tape of your orgasms. I think you will want to watch it over and over."
That was an understatement. As soon as I left I rushed to a video store to rent a VCR. I watched it over and over including slow motion and frame by frame. I swear if it had been anyone else I would have been sure the tape was faked. By just watching I could feel the lashes and with the vibrating dildo he loaned me I could cum every day till I went to sleep. The more I watched it the more I wondered if the movies I had seen where girls were whipped were really faked. The way I was screaming and contorting my face you could not be sure if I was in pain or orgasm. The movie people might just have girls like me that could get off on it.
About wednesday I remembered his parting comments and became frightened. He had said that since that session had given me so much pleasure he would have to plan something much more severe for next time so I could actually be punished. At the time I had been so excited I had agreed I owed more pain but now I began to picture myself hanging from pins through my nipples while being hit with barbed wire. I became more and more frightened as I remembered the instruments of pure torture in his closets.
I would never know. On the way home from school there was a news flash on my radio saying Ted had been shot trying to apprehend a criminal and was not likely to live. It immediately occurred to me that someone would be going through his things if he died and they would find my confession. I changed course to his house and found the key. I went directly to his office and used his tools to break in to the cabinet. In the top drawer I found my confession along with other girl's. There was also a folder full of paper with the county courthouse letterhead. By opening the top drawer the other drawers were unlocked. I opened them to find hundreds of video tapes. I went to his kitchen and found a couple of large garbage bags and emptied every thing in the cabinet. As an after thought I went to the torture room to get my favorite whips.
I occurred to me the cops might drop by looking for a relative so I sped out of there directly home.
I sorted out the paper and went through the large manila envelopes till I found one with my name on it. My confession and sentence was in it along with some more pages with notes describing my punishments in detail with my reactions to each one and the description of the next punishment planned. His final note on his plans for me made me happy he had been shot. It said,
"I believe Joan is now completely submissive. She has agreed to severe punishments to her tits and pussy, has begged me to let her suck my cock and in the last session took her punishments without restraints and actively participated in punishments to her most sensitive parts reaching multiple orgasms in the process.
I believe she is ready to go into the next phase. I am going to tell her I love her and can't do what the "Judge" wants me to do unless she is willing to ask me to do it. If not I will have to inform the "Judge" that his guards will have to do it in their new sound-proof interrogation room. I think she will beg me to do it rather than have them torture her. At that point I will tell her I was ordered to pierce her nipples for rings to keep her in restraint then whip her butt with the barbed wire whip and her breasts and pussy with rose branches till she bleeds. I will tell her if the guards do it they will use the barbed wire on all three places for the full fifty lashes while I will quit as soon as there is enough bleeding to make the "Judge" think she got all fifty. The truth is I will whip her till she has passed out and is hanging by her nipples. I have a Japanese market that will love that tape."
I realized I had been "Conned" and worse I would have gone along with him even on this fantastic ordeal since I had already decided the "Judge" and his guards must be horribly sadistic. Anything Ted done would have been better than submitting to them.
I began shuffling through his correspondence and found letters thanking him for video tapes saying their check was enclosed or notes of rejection saying the tapes were too severe with the suggestion he submit them to outlets in Mexico or Japan.
I began to read the confessions. I decided to do it chronologically to see how this had got started. The oldest was six years ago and the first of twenty girls.
It seemed he had begun by accident. He had picked up a twelve year old girl for shoplifting and she had begged him not to notify the police or her parents because they would kill her. She offered to let him spank her with a willow switch like her dad would only longer and harder. Interestingly he used the same format of lashes in payment but those who had not taken very much had to take more lashes per dollar. After the first two girls no-one got less than five hundred lashes.
I read his notes on the first girl. On the first two sessions he was satisfied to whip her butt on top of her panties but then he said the girl complained that her butt was so sore the next day she was afraid her folks would notice the face she made when she sat down. He said that when he suggested spreading the lashes all over her body she agreed even though her body would have to be nude. She obviously began to enjoy it because on her third visit she wore a bikini bathing suit under her clothes and asked him to mark around it with a washable magic marker and just hit her where the marks would be hidden. He was amazed and delighted when she turned her back for the marking and found she had tucked the seat of her suit into the crack of her ass. That meant that all fifty lashes would hit her on the crack of her ass, her breasts and the small triangle covering her pussy.His delight increased when he said she should be tied up so she would not move to spoil his aim and she not only agreed but suggested her legs should be spread so he would not hit her thighs to show the marks. He must not have hit as hard then as he did with me. That many lashes on such a small area would have caused bleeding. He said she screamed at first from the lashes to the crack of her ass and to the nipples of her small breasts but her screams had turned to moans when he got to her pussy and the pain put her into some sort of "Rapture." He was still dumb enough at that time not to realize she had reached orgasm from pain alone.