He stood by my legs, looked at my frightened face and proceed to cover every inch of my inner thigh starting just above the knee. It hurt awfully but he just ignored my sobs and tears. Just as I thought he would hit my pussy and was bracing for it. He went over to the other side and covered it. He watched me pant and quiver from my sobbing for a moment while I awaited the inevitable lash to my cunt. The pain was much different than the wire. It was mostly heat. My legs felt like they were on fire when he brought the whip down over the top of my pussy hair only inches above my clit. He went up and down my stomach. When the knots hit my solar plexus I lost my breath and felt like I may throw up. When he stepped back Miss Hauser said,
"I suppose she deserves a reward for not screaming and proceeded to stick her tongue in my pussy. With my whole lower body on fire I still managed to cum.
They released me and began to apply cold towels to my stomach and legs. By the time they had done that and added the salve almost all the heat and pain was gone. I was so grateful I unsnapped Mr. Rogers jock strap and sucked his dick without being asked while Miss Hauser directed my hand to her snatch.
They let me sleep untied again which I thought was very kind.
The next day they had me lie on the floor while they attached my wrists to my neck collar and put the board to stretch my legs wide on my ankles. The next was the hard part as he put hooks in each thigh, four in my cunt-lips two outside and below my belly button two more above saving the worst for last as he worked the hooks into the base of my nipples. This was much worse than Joe's darning needle as the hooks weren't as sharp so he had to push and twist them to work through the skin. I was blubbering over the other hooks and began to scream with the ones being forced through my nipples. It was really mean because he could have used the holes for my nipple rings rather than making new ones.
They let me calm down while they lowered a bar above me then adjusted the tension on the hooks so they would lift equally. The ones in my thighs did not stretch much but the ones in my pussy and stomach pulled the skin up alarmingly while my breasts formed the shape of cones. This was before they went to the winch. As the bar started it's slow journey to the ceiling I could feel the skin stretching clear to my back till I felt my weight leaving the floor. He was right! once there was about eight pounds of pull on each hook I was floating in the air. It really did not hurt much at all. It did not feel like the hooks were close to ripping through my skin and When I reached the height they wanted I thought that I could hang there all day if they wanted.
Complacency turned to fear when he went to the closet and returned with the electric whip. He had altered the barbed wire somehow. The barbs were only a couple of inches apart and I knew I would be a sieve when he was through.
On the first lash to my breasts I could not help but jump. My skin stretched to its limits and I tried to stay stiff from then on. Mercifully he hit me very fast so the ten lashes to my boobs probably only took a few seconds. The bad part was that the shocks and piercing of the barbs seemed constant. I swear I was trying to say "No" as he stepped between my legs but I just didn't have any breath. Again he hit my pussy very fast but it was far too painful for me to ever convert the pain to excitement so I could cum.
While I was trying to catch my breath he walked up to my side and said,
"You might as well see what it feel like on your ass."
Then he brought a very hard one to my ass and then held it there with his finger on the button to keep the electric shock going. Finally he pulled it away just to repeat. The shocks were going directly to my pussy and I was wishing I had chosen my ass for the lashes rather than the other.
Finally he took it away and they let me hang there. I couldn't hold up my head any longer as I stared at the wall behind me and waited to die.
"We had better disinfect these wounds."
I worked up enough strength to raise my head enough to see Miss Hauser approaching with wet towels. I let my head fall back and sighed with relief as I anticipated the cool towels.
"It wasn't water! I don't know if it was alcohol or what but when she plopped that towel onto my torso my whole body caught fire and I began to toss to the point Mr. Rogers grabbed me before I ripped out the hooks.
I hung there with my body rigid and screaming till the burning slowly went away. They let me down and started taking out the hooks. I was surprised there was so little blood. Mr. Rogers explained later that he pulled up and pinched the skin to push away the blood and numb the skin a little before inserting the hooks. He showed me pictures of Indian Fakirs who had been hung from even larger hooks with only a few drops of blood.
I was totally exhausted. I went to sleep before they had finished putting on salve. I woke up much later and went out to the kitchen. They had gone to bed but my water and food dishes were on the floor. Even though I didn't have to, I got on all fours and drank and ate just with my mouth.
I went back to my bedroom and turned on the light to look at my body. You would never have guessed I had been through such an ordeal. My body just looked as If I had hundreds of little red pimples. He must not have hit hard as the only bruises were on my ass. The electric shock must have caused the illusion I was being hit so hard.
I laid in bed playing with a pussy that was much less tender than I thought possible. I got off imagining myself being hung just by a bunch of hooks in my tits while he held the electric whip against my crotch.
The next day I awoke knowing I was scheduled for the cigarette burns. I was actually looking forward to it as I realized I could not really be doing proper penance for my sins as long as I could still reach orgasm during or after the punishments. I knew there would be no way I could get any pleasure out of being burned.
I went into the kitchen and knelt holding my hands close to my shoulders just like a begging dog while I waited for them to finish breakfast. My knees were getting very sore by the time they finished dawdling over their coffee making small talk about the people at school.
Finally they pushed their chairs back and Miss Hauser came over to pinch my nipple very hard and use it to lead me into the big room where they had set up an "X" shaped frame. They used several pieces of rope to hold me so tightly against the frame I could not move a muscle.
Miss Hauser said, "I think she shpuld be made tender." He agreed and she left to return with a whip made of several leather bootlaces.
She hit my laeft nipple then my right and then hit upwards to let it sting my clit and drag through my slit. I am sur it was not her intention but she did me a favor. The light thongs just made stings to excite me. I squealed at each one while Mr. Rogers lit a cigarette. He had her stop just as I was near orgasm. I think my excitement was the only thing that let me withstand the rest without fainting.
Mr. Rogers took deep drags on the cigarette until the embers were long enough to satisfy him. He just didn't touch my nipple with it. He pushed it in until it was out! The pain was unreal and it did not get better when he took it away. Before I could brace myself he did the same to my other nipple. By then I was whining and howling in pain. I didn't even see him go to his knees as my left cunt-lip caught fire. then my right then back to the same place on my left and then to the same place on my right. It took some time before the excruciating pain let me realize he was playing with my clit. It must have been hiding as he called Miss Hauser over.
"Get her clitoris out where I can get to it."
Miss Hauser began to lick it. I almost grinned as I thought there was no way it could get hard the way I was feeling. The damn thing betrayed me! Miss Hauser moved her head out of the way and I actually heard a sizzle when he touched it with his cigarette. Actually I was so wet that it was not so bad as it put out the cigarette. I didn't even think about it when he lit another cigarette and touched it again. There is no way to describe the pain. I screamed until I was exhausted. I let my head fall to see blisters forming on my nipples. I finally became aware they were not untying me. I looked up to see them standing beside me with rose branches with long thorns in their hands. As soon as they saw I was conscious Miss hauser said, "We must puncture the blisters so they can be disinfected. I moaned "No!" but they began very accurately lashing me on my burns. Miss Hauser hitting my left breast and cunt lip. Mr. Rogers hitting my right breast and cunt-lip with both of them putting the tips into my gash. I know it is hard to believe but I began to get off on it. After a few more they quit! I began to moan "No, No...No."