That gave me a ray of hope. "You are right. But the police can't put me in jail. I am a minor. It would be better for both of us if you punished me with a spanking. That would hurt more than being arrested."
That wasn't true. He could whip me until I passed out and it would still be better than having to call my parents to get me out of jail especially for stealing birth control pills.
He said, "You are too old for a childish spanking. In the old days thieves were whipped."
I sobbed, "Yes! I deserve to be whipped. That should be better to make amends than the police."
I knew I had said the right thing when I noticed a lump growing in his pants.
"Are you sure about this? I gurantee it will hurt and you won't be able to change your mind."
"Yes it should hurt so I will never be tempted to steal again."
"Okay. Go over to the wall and bring me a nine foot electrical extention cord and a pair of panty hose."
I did as I was told. I could see the extention cord could be like a whip although it was light but I was curious about the panty hose. He went over and locked the front door putting out a closed sign.
When I went back to him he was pointing a camera at the floor in front of the desk. He took the cord from me and said, "I'll give you a taste."
Before I knew what he was talking about he folded the cord in half and swung it to sting my butt. I just gasped more in surprise than pain.
"See? That doesn't hurt over your clothes. You will have to take them off."
He said, "I am not about to be sued by you or your parents if you change your mind later. I want you to kneel in front of the camera and say, 'I have been a bad girl. I stole from you and deserve to be whipped with this while my naked body is hung from the ceiling with these."
Suddenly this was like Sam's movie and my fear turned to excitement. I improved on his script by saying, "I have been a very bad girl. I stole from you. I feel terribly guilty. I want you to whip me very hard all over my naked body with this cord while I hang from the ceiling from these panty hose."
He brought the camera with him while he led me to a store room. He placed the camera on a box facing the center of the room then he got a chair and put the crotch of the panty hose over a beam in the ceiling.
He turned to me and said, "Are you ready to take off your clothes for your whipping?"
I was so excited I stammered "Yyyes."
I slid off my skirt to show my bikini panties I am sure were already wet at the crotch then slowly unbuttoned my blouse to show my bra-less boobs with my nipples sticking out like little hard-ons from the excitement. I turned my back and slid off my panties then turned to face him showing my freshly shaved pussy in order to make it easier to feel Sam's lashes.
He seemed surprised. I suddenly remembered from the picture in my history book that people were whipped on their back. He must have expected me to just take off my blouse. Just being hit on my back would not be sexy and I was sure it would just hurt. I decided to let him know I expected to be hit on my sexy places.
His eyes widened when I felt my butt with both hands and said, "Oh. You will make this really red." Then I squeezed my breasts and said breathlessly, "And these too." I put my hand on my pussy and moaned, "Even this!"
His dick jumped and he had to move it with his hand to be more comfortable. He looked at me a moment then had me get on a chair while he stood on another chair to wrap the feet and ankles of the panty hose around my wrists saying, "This will pad your wrists so there won't be any marks."
I didn't care. I was so excited he could have tied me with barbed wire.
He had me lift myself up by gripping the legs then took away the chair. The panty-hose and I stretched until my toes touched the floor. I hung there enjoying the stretch then he doubled the cord and swung it to snap against my ass. There was just a little sting and I made no protest. He hit harder and harder until he was satisfied by my gasps and moans.
He moved to my side and began hitting my breasts. It stung more but my only regret was not having a mirror to see the lines form.There was satisfaction in seeing them bob violently with each lash.
Suddenly there was a sting across my pubic bone followed by one lower but my thighs protected my pussy lips.
He stammered "Ooh Jesus!" When I spread my legs to let the cord hit my lips. He hit them a few more times as I started into orgasms then he brought one up from the floor to slip into my open gash. I came fantastically and begged, "Fuck me. Please fuck me!"
He dropped his pants and drove his dick into my sopping pussy while gripping my ass cheeks to bury it to his balls. He was so excited he didn't last long but it was enough to continue my orgasms.
He was so exhausted by his excitement he sank to the floor wet with sweat and panting watching me hang there with little after shocks shuddering my body.
He finally got up and picked up a knife used to open cartons. He hugged me to him then cut the legs off the hose to let me down.
He said, "Jesus baby. You can steal from me anytime even though you get off on whips."
I was embarrassed he knew and also that I had asked a man as old as my Dad to fuck me so I lied, "Oh I am so ahamed. I didn't know I would react that way. I just thought it would hurt."
"It did! You are just one of those lucky people who are excited by pain in the right situation. Being hung up naked would excite a lot of girls. I am going to give you the pills. When you need more come back."
"But you would whip me again wouldn't you."
"Yeah! It excites both of us."
That made me caress my breasts which didn't hurt anymore. I looked at them and was amazed to see the red was nearly gone and there were no welts. It must have been just the situation and my imagination that had made it seem so painful. I wondered how bad it would be if he had hit harder or had a real whip.
"Maybe if you got a real whip it would be like the old days. I would feel better about myself if it hurt so much it didn't excite me."
"I don't want to hurt you that much but I will get a real whip."
He seemed to solve my problem. It was a little sick to have a man so old fuck me but if I needed it real bad when my folks were home I now had a solution.
I hurried home and took a pill. I could barely wait for my folks to go to bed so I could sneak to his room to say, "Sam. I have birth control pills. You can fuck my pussy now. I was disappointed to hear they didn't work instantly and we would have to wait a week for them to kick in.
I told him how I had attempted to steal the pills and was caught and whipped.
He said, "You must not be as bashful as you say you are if you got naked and let a strange man whip you."
"No. I didn't have a choice. He was going to have me arrested."
"Bullshit. You know other kids who got caught shoplifting. They just got lectured and sent home. Cops don't want to do all the paperwork on kids they know won't be prosecuted."
I blushed knowing that was true but I protested, "He was real mad. I am sure our folks would have found out and Mom would shit if she found out. Besides it wasn't bad. See?"
I opened my robe to show there were no marks. I became excited as he inspected my body. He found a few small bruises on the underside of my breasts and one on my pussy. I remembered the one to my breasts that had made them jump up and the one on my pussy must have been the one that gave me the orgasm.
He said, "It must have been a pretty wimpy whipping to only leave three little bruises. Did you cum?"
It seemed disloyal to admit someone other than him had made me cum. I lied. "No of course not. It was punishment. I did it for you so you could fuck me without a rubber and it worked out okay because he gave me the pills."