He caught on at the next session when she brought a leather whip she had made by braiding leather bootlaces and offered to spread her legs into the "Splits" for the lashes if he would use the whip rather than the switch. He couldn't miss that because he said the whip became soaked from the juices coming from her pussy. She kept coming long after she had repaid her debt and although he could not hurt her as much as he wanted in fear her folks would find out he missed her a lot when her father was transferred out of town.
I recognized the next woman. She was a single woman about thirty with huge tits who worked at the student store. She admitted to being arrested before and said the judge told her if he saw her again she would be put in jail. He said she cried hysterically saying she would lose the house she had saved for years to make the down payment, her car, and her job. She offered to do anything if he would let her off. He said he assumed she meant sexual favors since she leaned over his desk to show her ample boobs. Then he said a strange thing, "Naturally I was not interested in sex with a woman when I had sweet little Joe." This explained why his only sex with me was demeaning blow jobs. He hated women, he was a faggot and possibly a pedophile.
In spite of the sexually charged situation of being nude in front of him she could never convert the pain to excitement. He said she would begin to cry before she even had her clothes off. He loved to hit her massive tits and hit them with every thing imaginable. Whips, five foot long willow switches, bamboo canes, wooden paddles and even a billy club. He said that she would often show up for a session still showing bruises from the last. He only gave her one break. In one session she showed up with so many bruises from her last session where he had used a rubber hose on her tits for forty lashes that she came through the door crying. She told him she could not take it any more and decided she would go to jail. He told her that if she sucked him off he would let her choose the whip and where she would be hit. He made it as demeaning as possible. She had to crawl to him with her breasts dragging across the wool carpet and then made her beg to kiss his ass and suck him. He even made her stick her tongue in his ass-hole. When that ordeal was over she chose a strap to be used on her butt and back. He said he hit her so hard he was drenched in sweat and his arm got sore. He thought it was funny she had to drive home over a rutty road with her flaming ass.
I could never see her again without imagining the way her tits would look while being hit with all those instruments.
He said he did not want to forget how her tits looked under torture. That is when he installed his first camcorder. by the time he had got to me he had them in all four walls and the ceiling so his view would never be blocked.
He was busy for awhile. He picked up two more girls so he was scheduled on monday, wednesday and friday. Unfortunately for him they had not stolen much so he was only able to give them five hundred lashes and that only by inventing the cruel judge and guards. They could not get off on it either and were willing to blow him with dildos crammed up their asses or pussies. Sometimes in both in order to be able to pick their whip.
I was reading till two o'clock in the morning. There were eight girls including me that reached orgasms. Four of them were still active like me still owing lashes. I planned to contact them and two other girls that hated it to give them their confessions and let them know they had nothing to worry about. There was another girl named Jan I wanted to meet just because she was so incredible. She had continued to come to him long after she had paid her debt. She not only got off on the things he would do she even suggested things to cause so much pain she must have had to stay over sometimes just to recover. She told him she was a slut and did not care who knew. She had him brand her left tit with "Slut," Her right with whore, and finally had him burn off her pussy hair with a candle and brand her pussy by writing "Cocksucker up her right lip just above the slit and down the left one. Since he had to put them on one letter at a time he had done it two letters at a session. It was at the end of the sessions after the area being branded had been whipped. She was also the girl who had given him the barbed wire whip.
I had an orgasm just reading about her while pinching my clit and had to wonder when if ever I would have refused his punishments. I had already admitted I would have gone along with his next plan for me.
I then began sorting the video tapes. They all had stick on tapes with just the girls first name. There were a lot with my name on them more than I had sessions but then I remembered there would be a tape for each camera. By the time I had them all sorted by name and date taken it was daylight and I fell into bed exhausted.
I slept until a barking dog woke me at eleven. I decided that since she was so handy I would take the confession to Marie at the student store and I could see her during her noon hour. I got there just before noon and caught her just as she was leaving to go to lunch. I went to her and said I would like to take her to lunch because I had something private to discuss with her. She looked puzzled but followed me to my car.
When she got in she said, "What is all this about?"
I told her that we had something in common since we had both been punished by Ted and I had her confession that I would give to her.
She began to cry between sobs saying, "How did you find out? He promised only he and the judge would know. I am so ashamed."
I told her not to worry and that I would not tell anyone. I had brought her confession so she could burn it and not have to worry about anyone finding out since Ted was dead.
"But how did you get it from the judge?"
When I told her there was no judge and that Ted had made him up and used the judges name on the sentence Ted had determined.
She did not want to believe it. "But I saw the sentence! It was perfectly legal and came from the courthouse. Even though the whipping was terrible it was better than losing everything by going to jail."
I gave her the confession and sentence saying, Look closely at them. They were both typed on the same typewriter. See how the "T" is crooked and the "M" is blurred."
"Oh God! Now I don't know what to think. I would have gone to jail if he had turned me in and I am grateful for that but I hate the fact that he progressively made the punishment worse to keep me coming rather than suffer jail along with what I had already repaid. As bad as it was there was an end in sight and when I got to the point of not being able to take any more he would give me a lighter session."
I know. There is more. Here are the notes he took saying what he did to you.
She began to cry again as she read them saying, "Oh God. My breasts are aching just remembering this. Towards the end they received almost all the punishment."
"These notes aren't complete. It was even worse. I didn't just take off my clothes. He made me do an obscene strip-tease shaking my breasts and slapping them together."
She read on then sobbed and said, "Did he hit your breasts with a billy club, or weighted rubber hose?"
"No. Just whips, or straps."
"How many sessions did you have?"
"Five. I had twenty five to go."
"Wow! You would have taken a lot. I only had eighteen sessions. You have pretty large boobs too. Eventually he would have used clubs on them. You can't imagine that pain. My breasts would be sore all week."