I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it but then she ruined it by frightening me.
"My marks are a kind of badges of my courage and I can get hot just looking at them and remembering how they got there. I'll show you!"
She turned her back and began pulling off her dress. She was not wearing underwear. When the dress went over her butt I saw it was covered with lines of scars. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Remember the notes describing the barbed wire whip? That made the scars. When I get Buck mad he uses it on me too. The only bad part is it takes awhile to heal and sometimes they get infected. Especially if they piss on me afterwards to make the cuts burn."
She turned around and I felt sick. Her body was horribly scarred. It did not bother her, she became excited telling me how they had burned her with candles and cigarettes and said that they had slowly pushed big nails through her skin to put the thick rings in her nipples, stomach, and the three in each lip of her pussy so she could be hung from them for whipping on her front. Finally lit cigarettes were pushed against her to make her move causing more stretching from the rings.
I cringed and said, "My God, How can you stand that. I only like to be whipped."
"I deserve it! Don't you see? My mind lets me know when I have paid enough by letting me pass out. We are all different. Some of the girls pass out just from spankings. That is all they deserve so they are released by unconsciousness."
"No that is too much! I don't want to be scarred."
"That is alright. Other girls don't want that either. Buck and the other guys would love you. You are beautiful. They will only hurt you as much as you want."
I told her I would think about it. The idea did excite me but I was not sure I could trust them to stop since they were evil enough to do that to her.
The next Friday John was especially horny. He brought his own leather strap and just put me over his knees for a spanking that mostly just hurt more than excited me. He fucked me and had me clean his and my juices off his dick and balls with my tongue them he left. I felt totally unfulfilled. My only consolation was the fact that I would be getting an "A+" in his class.
That gave me the thought that I may get great grades in my German class that was giving me trouble. I had never considered that teacher in a sexual way since he was old, about fifty, but he seemed really stern and kept lecturing us on developing self-discipline to be successful. At his next class I pictured him in a Nazi uniform torturing me and became so excited my panties got wet from my pussy's lubricating fluid.
After class I went to him to tell him that I agreed I needed discipline but now that I was away from my dad there was no-one to provide the punishment to keep me from getting lax and since he reminded me of my Dad he might be able to help me so I could get a better grade.
He looked at me strangely then said, "I suppose you mean like extra assignments, but how did your Dad punish you?"
"He would spank or whip me."
"I see. Do you realize that is against school regulations for me to spank you?"
"Yes but you could do it away from school. Maybe at my house after school."
"He said sharply, No I would prefer to do it at my home. Here is my card with my home address. Be there promptly at seven tonight."
His sudden gruff manner thrilled me to the core.I was sure he would provide the ultimate pain John was reluctant to give me.
Later I recalled that he planned to spank me. It would not be good if he just raised my skirt to spank my bottom. I wanted the extra thrill of being naked. I decided to wear a thick jump-suit that would pad my bottom. This way he would have an excuse to have me take it off and I would just have my panties underneath it. I had stopped wearing bras long ago so I could feel my nipples rubbing against my tops.
Time dragged till I knocked on his door shaking with excitement.
I was shocked when the door opened to reveal a tall blonde woman.
She put me at ease by hugging me and saying, "You must be Joan. I am Nina.Kurt told me about you. We will be glad to help you. My daughters are both "A" students with the help of proper discipline."
She called to her husband and he came in to lead me to his office. Then he looked me up and down then said, "You can't be serious about being willing to accept discipline in that outfit.I would have to hit you with a two by four for you to feel it. Is that what you want?"
"Oh no. I will take it off if you feel it would be better."
"That is up to you."
I took it off and stood in front of them with my shoulders back and my tummy tucked in hoping for compliments instead I heard.
"Those panties are disgraceful. Only a loose girl would wear them. Your parents would be ashamed of you. Take them off!"
I was hurt they were not impressed by my body that I worked so hard to keep perfect and that they thought I was a slut. I took them off then stood there sniffling holding my arms over my boobs and my hand over my crotch.
He told me to lean over with my hands on his desk. There was a"Slap!" and a burn hard enough to make me turn my head to see what he had hit me with. I was amazed to see it was just his hand. He kept spanking me faster and harder. We had not discussed how many I would get but after the first dozen I felt it could go on forever.
I took the spanking with just gasps which must have let him know I was not being hurt badly because he said, "I believe this is hurting me more than you. This should make you scream."
He showed me a large fraternity paddle and then moved me to the corner of his desk with my legs open to push my pussy into a carved knob.
The first spank burned horribly and pushed me forward to bury the knob in my open slit. Now the pain was much worse but the knob rubbed my clit to just make it more exciting. Nina sat on a chair in front of me watching my breasts jump with the impacts and my face I know was contorting in my effort to get over the threshold to orgasm. Finally with my butt on fire the orgasms came and my moans turned to squeals of delight. I finally got so weak I laid on his desk mashing my boobs panting and squealing.
They let me lie there for awhile watching my shudders then Nina said, "Just as I suspected. She asked for spankings or whipping for discipline because she enjoys it. She went into multiple orgasms."
Kurt agreed, "Yes that was obvious. Her bartholin glands produced enough fluid to drip out of her vagina. I believe she needs your type of discipline."
Her type of discipline amounted to tying me in terribly strenuous poses that made my joints and muscles ache and then torture my tits and pussy with clamps, clothespins,or by puncturing with hatpins. Just when it got so bad I thought I might pass out she would stop to lick my clitoris until I went into orgasm. She didn't stop until I was so exhausted I would just lie there passively in spite of the pain of having the large hat pins pushed intirely through my nipples.
On my later visits after the initial spankings or whipping to give me a starting orgasms all the tortures were different. They were very imaginative. They managed to provide great pain without causing scars that may have kept me from coming back.
My life is full. Between Kurt, Nina, John and the videos to give me ideas for John to perform I am getting all the orgasms I want while I maintain a "A+" average.
I see Jan at the bar once in awhile. She has told me Buck and the guys would not scar me although I would get to a new level of pain and humiliation. I told her I might do it during summer vacation. I didn't mean it at the time but after thinking about the thrill of a large audience I think I will.