"Fine. Go over and put on your wrist cuffs. Since you are letting me choose I won't stretch you tight."
I thought that was a real concession and thanked him profusely. When he was done my hands were just above my head high enough to keep my arms above my breasts and my legs although widely spread were not pulled open so far the inner thighs ached as they usually were. I actually felt comfortable and thanked him again.
"You're welcome. Since you are being so nice I will give you another break and let you rest betwwn spots."
"Oh thank you. I am sure I will need time to recover." How can I thank you."
"Well I am a little tense. If you want I will loosen your wrist ropes so you can get on your knees to suck my dick."
I had never done that and it seemed terribly shameful to agree to do such a disgusting thing.
"No! I have never done that! It sounds disgusting."
"Okay. I will just take off the tension by whipping you. I'll start on that fine ass."
I had noticed when he was pulling up my wrists that he had put another mirror on the ceiling which let me see my butt. I stood there shaking with fear as he picked up the paddle and moved away from me sliding the paddle over my butt till it was centered on my right cheek. He pulled it way back. I heard the air whistling through the holes and then a fantastic burn as it sunk into the loose muscles of my butt since I had not been stretched. The holes in the paddle served two purposes. It cut wind resistance and caused my flesh to go into them to leave dots even redder than the rest of the area. I screamed on each one that were all put on the same spot of my cheek. That proved to be a good thing. It was so bad my nerves went dead so the last few were not nearly so bad on my butt that I was now keeping very tense.
He gave me a nice break by fondling my red swollen butt cheek until the sting and burn receded.
Then he picked up the strap. It was very heavy and I knew I would be badly bruised. Even though I tried to keep the muscles tight it buried itself in my ass and worse when I screamed loudly when the tip went between my butt cheeks to rip it open he aimed to make them all go there.
When the ordeal was over he let me hang there for a while with tears rolling out of my eyes sobbing my heart out knowing there was no way I could overcome this much pain. Again he stroked my swollen cheek until the pain lessened.
When I got my breath he picked up the willow switch to step forward and to stand just enough to my side to keep my body in view in the mirror. I had hoped he would hit the back and front of my thighs but this was not to be. It whistled through the air and hit my sensitive inner thigh. It hurt terribly and worse there were delays while he would rest the tip on my inner thigh to aim for the next lash. I watched the red lines creeping closer to my pussy. Finally it was over and he stroked up and down on my striped thigh letting his thumb slip into my open gash on the up strokes. That helped and incredibly I saw his thumb getting wet from my juices.
He picked up the buggy whip. It was twice as bad. I became mindless with pain while it sunk in to leave purplish welts laddering from the middle of my thigh to just barely missing the lips of my pussy.
Again there was no way I could overcome this much pain all to fresh nerves and I was on the verge of passing out when he finished and said, "I will give you a little break."
I wanted to pass out to stop the pain! I begged him to get it over with but he refused saying, "No. You need time to recover."
He let me stand there on my burning, quivering legs until I began taking deep breaths and stopped sobbing enough for him to give me a drink of water. Then he fondled my breasts reminding me they were about to explode in pain. I gasped and moaned, "No. Please no more. I will suck your cock for you if you stop."
"You know I can't stop. You have to take them all but I may not hit as hard."
Even that sounded good to me. "Please let me suck it. I want you to be grateful to me. I promise to make it good for you."
He reluctantly agreed as if he was doing me a great favor and loosened the ropes to help me to my knees. He pulled his pants and shorts to his knees to reveal a gnarly big dick so hard it was pointing straight up. He told me to open my mouth and pushed it down to press on the roof of my mouth. It tasted terrible. He must have not washed it in weeks and he made my humiliation last as long as possible. Every time I could tell from his breathing that he was about to cum he would pull it out to have me lick and suck on his balls till he calmed down.
Even though I dreaded the idea of having his snot-like cum shooting into my mouth I wanted to get it over with so I sucked him as hard and fast as I could. He finally made a grunt and came. It would have been better to have him cum in my mouth. He added to my humiliation by jerking out his dick to shoot cum all over my eyes and face. Even that was not enough degradation. He used his finger to scrape the cum off my face and made me suck it off his finger.
I was so ashamed I could not look at him while he pulled me back up by the ropes to my hand cuffs.
When I was back in position he picked up the whip with the small braided thongs.
When he hit me with it my right tit seemed to explode with pain. The thongs were braided so tightly it was like being hit with wire. I also found it was worse not to have my tits pulled tight by stretching me. Being loose it was ripped into grotesque shapes with every lash. If he was being easy on me now he would have ripped off my tits by doing it hard. When he finished my tit was glowing with red stripes and seemed to have swollen tight. He confirmed that by fondling it and saying, "It is nice and round and firm now. I will get the other to match."
He picked up the whip with the knot and although he did not hit as hard he tried to hit my nipple with the knot on every lash.
Incredibly it began to excite me. I watched my nipple avidly as it went out of sight from the knot only to pop out harder than ever for the next while I pumped my hips trying to rub my engorged clit that seemed to twinge with each lash.
He quickly picked up the thonged whip and went behind me to bring the ends between my legs to slap against the lips and my clit with a loud, "Splat!" I got his cadence and began to squat to meet the thongs as my orgasms became breathtaking.
Finally it was over and he let me hang there for awhile panting and shuddering with my body glowing with perspiration and juice drooling from my tortured pussy.
When I began to breath deeply accentuating my maroon breasts he got me loose and carried my limp, exhausted body to the cool tub.
The burning stopped immediately. I rocked my body to let the water swirl around my floating breasts. Then I began to caress my pussy that had brought me to new heights of excitement.
He stared at me in absolute wonder then said, "You are unbelievable! I know that must have been a terrible ordeal but you were shuddering in obvious orgasm and pushing down to open your pussy even more to meet the whip."
"It was only the last part that excited me. Everything in front of that was just pure pain. Since I have suffered so much I may go to the judge to see if he will lessen my sentence."
He looked shocked and dismayed. "That is a terrible idea. You are so beautiful in person I am sure he would just want his guards to do it so he could watch. Once he found out you are able to have orgasms from pain he would make it worse so you would just be punished. To make it better for you next time we will just use the thonged whip and you will be untied so you can dodge if it gets too much."
I got a picture in my mind of two burly guards whipping me with the terrible tightly braided whip while the judge yelled "Harder! Harder!" from his chair. I shuddered and said, "Really? That would be wonderful. Could you just give me thirty with the thonged whip then finish with the little strap on my nipples and pussy? I will hold my pussy lips open for you. If you want you can hold them open with the clips."