Strangely I found that along with the fright and embarrassment I was feeling excitement. I reminded my self that I was to be punished which I thoroughly deserved for my years as a thief.
When I was naked He took off his shirt. I complimented him on his big chest and ridged stomach which really was attractive but at the same time he frightened me because he now looked like the man doing the flogging in the picture with his bare chest and black pants.
He came over and put on my wrist cuffs and tied the rope to them then got on his knees to grip my ankle.
I whined, "Can't I keep my legs together? I feel obscene with them spread because I can't hide my pussy."
"It is for your own good baby, I can't get to your thighs otherwise and I want to spread out the lashes as much as possible. If I hit the same place twice you will be bruised."
That made sense but now my legs were spread even more than at the store and my pussy lips opened to show the pink inside in the mirror in front of me. I looked very obscene and it made me acutely aware of it's appeal as a target for the whip.
Now he pulled up my arms till my stomach went concave and my breasts lifted till the crease under them went away. Seeing myself stretched this way in the mirror made me feel even more helpless but at the same time I felt proud, the stretching was making my body look beautiful.
He confirmed this by complimenting my beauty as he walked around me fondling my firm body till he got to my left side, shook out the whip and asked me if I was ready. I moaned and nodded my head.
He did seem to hit easy but the whip was deceptive. Although it was soft the oil had made it heavier than his belt and the first lash to my butt seemed to sink in to cause a deeper pain than the sting of his belt. By the fifth I was crying and when the next wrapped around my thighs with the ends hitting the tender inner part I screamed.
He stopped long enough to tell me to scream all I wanted because he had no neighbors and it might help me take it.
I watched the lashes creep up my thigh closer and closer to my pussy That would be too much and I began to scream "No! No! Don't hit it!"
He must have agreed because he skipped over it to put more on my back with the ends coming around to leave welts on my stomach. I stared at the mirror to see the red stripes climbing slowly up the front of my body until they began to cover my right breast. When it was completely striped he moved to my other side to hit the front of my thighs starting the slow march up the other side of my stomach until my left breast was compressing and dancing under the lash. I became hoarse from screaming just as a strange phenomenon happened! It was no longer hurting as much and my breasts and pussy began throbbing with excitement. The girl in the mirror was no longer me. I was just a spectator becoming increasingly excited watching the welts appear on her body. He began hitting directly on the front of my body starting at the top of my breasts aimimg carefully to add stripes between the ones already there and working down slowly until my nipples were hit causing great pain to be followed by less as my boobies sunk and bounced from the lash. He kept going slowly down leaving welts on my taut stomach until I saw the girl in the mirror straing to push her hips forward to meet the lash at the hair line until they came across the lips of her pussy. A final one made my pussy lips rip apart as I began a series of orgasms. He stepped behind me and the lashes came between my legs to snap against my navel. Now the end started working down with the thong feeling hot against my crotch while the end worked oh so slowly but inescapably toward my clit. I was actually straining to lift my body to get the end there sooner. When it hit I had such a monster orgasm I passed out.
When I came to I was lying in a tub of cool water while he held my head out of the water by my chin. It was amazing There was only twinges of pain on my clit and nipples that was not even unpleasant. It was like my experience was just a bad dream.
I told him the way I felt in total wonderment. I had been sore for hours after my belting at the store.
"Yeah. I put on some pain killing salve and the cool water will help. Just stay there, I will get you a drink."
He brought back a tall glass of vodka and seltzer that was so strong I choked on the first sip but it felt nice and warm inside me so I continued to sip it while he said, "God baby you are just fantastic. I can't tell you how excited it made me to whip that beautiful strong body. You are really tough. You didn't quite make it to fifty lashes but I am sure the judge will be pleased. I'll get the pictures."
When he came back he gave me the pictures. He took them after I had passed out but still hanging and had tied my hair to my wristcuffs with string to hold my head up. He had taken pictures of my front back and sides. I could hardly believe that poor girl was me. I had red stripes all over me with dark red splotches like giant hickies covering my breasts, lower stomach, and my bald pussy lips. My pussy lips were still gaping and a close-up he showed me revealed my inner lips were dark red and engorged rather than their normal pink.
I looked at him and said. "Is this really me? This girl looks nearly dead and I don't feel bad at all except for being really tired."
"Yes that is you. I am sure the judge will be satisfied."
"God, he should be. You can see I was unconscious from the pain."
"Really? I could not tell if it was the pain or orgasms that made you pass out."
I blushed again. "Actually I guess it was the combination. You must think I am really strange to get off on pain. I know I do. I don't understand it. I think I will do some research to see if it effects other people that way."
"You will find it does but you may never know your personal explanation since there are so many complex psychological things happening. It may be from some repressed guilt, a release of inhibitions because you have no choice, a desire to exhibit courage or a lot of other things including your body's defense mechanisms.
I began counting the stripes on the girl in the picture trying to remember how each stripe had felt. There were more than fifty stripes!
When I told him that he said, "No there were just forty eight. The stripes to your back left stripes on your front when the lash curled around your body."
I said, "If you just gave me twenty-five to my back we could fool the judge into thinking I had fifty."
"Do you want me to do that?"
It dawned on me that the first twenty or so had just hurt and that the pain had not turned to pure excitement until I had absorbed over thirty. I needed the release of orgasms and said, "No. I guess that would be cheating but could you stand back further to do all my back first with the end hitting there then do my front with the tip hitting just my front."
"If you want that but that will make your back hurt more." While I thought about it he brought my clothes and helped me dress so I could go home. I left off my bra and panties as the straps of the bra and waist were right on welts. When I walked and hit potholes my boobs moved to make my tingling nipples rub on my sweater. At every stop light I rubbed my sweater against my breasts and my wool skirt on my pussy to keep the tingling sensation until I was embarrassed when I saw a man in the next car grinning at me as he watched. By the time I got home I felt hot again so I stripped. It made me excited again to be naked so I masturbated till I fell asleep.
By the next morning my body was fine except for several small bruises where the tips of the whip hit me. I felt very enervated and sexy. I left off my bra and panties to enjoy the sensations as the cloth rubbed me. When I met other girls at lunch who were talking about sex I felt very superior knowing they had no idea the fantastic excitement I could reach. I actually felt sorry for them for bragging about only occasional small orgasms they could get to with straight sex. I began to look forward to my next session.