That gave me time to match up all the notes and make sure I had all of Marie's. There was one note she had not mentioned and was not on tape. He said that he was degrading her fat and huge tits and said her pussy was so huge he could get his fist in it. She begged him to do it and he did wearing the rubber gloves with warts. He said she liked that so much he used it as a reward when she suggested extreme punishments. It turned out that not only did she ask for the barbed wire whipping she also asked to be hung up by her tits and had brought him the rings for her nipples with a standard unsharpened nail to make the hole.
I thought she had suffered enough so when I brought her the rest of the notes I lied and said I had not read them.
I suddenly realized that with the time taken in reading all the notes, and watching the tapes I had missed a lot of school.
After one class the professor said he wanted to talk to me. He told me that considering the classes I had missed and my poor grade on the last test he though it best for me to drop his class and take an incomplete rather than flunking out. I couldn't do that. My dead father had left a scholarship fund that demanded a minimum of fifteen credit hours and a "B" average if I dropped my weekly allowance would stop until I had that minimum back.
I missed the orgasms from whipping so decided to see if I could sell the professor on an idea.
"Oh please Sir. I can't do that. My dad used to whip me when I was bad. If you give me some time to catch up you could provide my motivation by whipping me every Friday till I have a "B"."
He coughed then said, "Is whipping a euphemism for a little hand spanking?"
"No. With a leather thonged whip. My Dad made me study with it so I could get into college. He used to hang me from the ceiling and whip me while I was just wearing my panties but if you want you can whip me while I am nude."
His face flushed and I saw his dick growing in his pants.
"Well that would certainly provide an incentive but there is nowhere we could do it. Certainly not here."
We can do it at my place I live in a little farm house on a ranch Dad bought before he died. It is a half-mile from the nearest neighbor. No-one will know. Please!"
"Well if you think it will help I guess it is my duty as a teacher to provide incentives."
What a crock! His dick was so hard I could see it perfectly outlined running up to his belt."
Oh thank you. Tomorrow is Friday. Could you come to my place around seven. I have to go to a hardware store for rope and some padded hobbles for my wrists. Oh yeah and a hook for the ceiling."
That really got to him. He began to take short breaths. I decided to make him crazier. "Should I get some hooks for the floor too so you can tie my legs apart. Dad said I looked great all stretched."
"Oh Jesus. Yes! That is a wonderful idea."
I started to walk out when he said,
"Wait. How will we determine how many spanks you should get?"
"That is easy. Bring your grade book. You will give me a spank for every point I need to get an "A"."
That could be a lot. Your grades are pretty low."
"Well I guess that will just provide more incentive. Won't it."
This was great! I was sure he would not be as mean as Ted and was much better looking. If he wanted me to suck his dick or fuck him I would love it.
I decided I would get some sexy lingerie for him so I stopped at a sex shop that had tiny panties in the window. It was perfect. I not only found some tiny sheer panties I discovered the back of the store had the cuffs I wanted along with an assortment of whips, nipple clamps and other esoteric material.
When I paid for it the clerk said, "If you would like to try out some of the whips I will be glad to give you a sample so you will know how they feel."
I just grinned and said, "Maybe some other time."
I was amazed it was so easy to find people willing to whip me. I had never even been spanked by anyone till Ted. I had lied about my dad he was such a workaholic I never saw him except on weekends.
I found the hooks with a cheap hand drill and bit to make a hole to screw them in at the hardware store. I hurried home to put them in front of my mirror. When they were up I stretched up my arms and spread my legs to see my mirror was not big enough to see all of me. I wished I had one of Ted's then remembered the paper said they were holding off Ted's funeral till Monday because his only living relative, a younger brother, was in the service in Germany. It also said the Police had finished their investigation. I rationalized that he owed me and went back to his house for the mirror.
I could not see any screws through them to hold them in place. In frustration I pulled on one of the side wall mirrors and it swung out.It had a long piano hinge on the right side. I used his tools to take out the dozen screws in the wall and dragged it to my old station wagon. I realized that with a swing out mirror I could mount the camcorder in my house. He had an elaborate system to operate the camcorders remotely but I didn't need that. I just took the camera and a bunch of blank tapes I found in the cabinet. As an afterthought I came back and took some more whips, handcuffs and nipple clamps.
It was a perfect crime. When his brother showed up he must have been ashamed about the torture devices because he never reported the break-in.
I spent the whole next day putting up the mirror and playing with the camcorder so the zoom was perfect to show my whole body. Since I was closer to the mirror than at Ted's house I would be able to see perfectly.
When he got to my place he seemed really nervous as he stared over my shoulder to see the rope hanging down with the wrist cuffs separated with chain. I wanted him confident so I offered him a drink I made strong.
He sat down sipping at it with glances at the rope from the ceiling and the ankle cuffs attached to hooks about four feet apart.
He cleared his throat and said, "You may want to change your mind. I added your scores you only had a grade of fifty on the last test. You need a minimum of ninety-five for an "A". That is forty-five spanks and there were other tests and homework you didn't do well on."
"Oh that is good. I thought there would be more. Please don't call them spanks. That sounds childish. With this they will be lashes."
I handed him the thong whip.
"Jesus. Your Dad hit you with this?"
"Yes and it helped me get a 3.6 average. It leave no scars. See."
at that I stood up and dropped the robe I was wearing to turn slowly in my diaphanous panties and bra. He let out a low whistle and said, "God, you are beautiful."
"Thank you but I think you will like me better stretched. Are you ready?"
"I have never been more ready."
I slowly pulled off my bra to show him my erect pink nipples and then slowly slid down the panties.
He stared at my pussy and exclaimed, "It's bald! You look about six years old. You can't get any more naked than that."
I wanted to see him too, at least more of him.
"I feel terribly naked with you dressed. Could you whip me in your shorts?"
"Yes, I feel hot anyway."
He was wearing jockey shorts which outlined his big hard dick. It twitched when I moved to the rope to begin putting on my wrist cuffs and spread my legs close to the ankle cuffs for him to buckle.
When he stood up I told him to tighten me by tying the rope to the doorknob on the other wall. He pulled up my arms but not tight enough.
"No, tighter. I like the way I look stretched."
He slowly tightened the rope watching my face in the mirror. When my heels came off the floor and I gasped in rising excitement he immediately stopped pulling and tied the rope to the door knob.
He nervously picked up the whip and said, "I still think forty-five is more than you can stand on that cute bottom."