I found an old shack that must have been there before the house was built. I looked through the abandoned junk on the bench and near the walls and found a length of barbed wire fence. curiously I stretched it between my hands and pressed it into my breasts. They were soft enough to let the barbs sink in without puncturing the skin but as I saw my skin fold around it I realized this could be my salvation. If I asked him to whip me with this he would know that the pain would be too great to ever bring excitement and it might leave scars to remind me not to ever have sex with anyone but him.
I still had hours to kill so I looked around some more and found a file with a wood handle. I used the old vise to pound out the file then I slid the wire into it. It was perfect, A barb kept it from slipping further into the handle and the two wires at the end bent over to keep it from falling out.
The wire was about three feet long. As an experiment I hit it as hard as I could against the wood wall. It frightened me! The barbs dug out little chunks of wood. I threw it on the bench and left. I couldn't get it out of my mind though and began to rationalize that the test had meant nothing since my skin would give while the wood hadn't. I couldn't think of anything that would provide that degree of atonement so I went back and got it to take to the house. It was all rusty so I spent the rest of the afternoon shining it with a pad used to clean pots and pans.
Somehow it seemed fitting for me to prepare an instrument to torture me. I pictured myself hung with blood dripping off my body and for some reason the thought provided satisfaction rather than fear.
I heard the front door open and rushed out of the kitchen to drop on my hands and knees to crawl over to him to hug his legs as I babbled, "I found it! I found something that will make you forgive me and to let me forgive myself. Come to the kitchen."
I got up and ran to it impatiently waiting for him to catch up. When he walked through the door I handed him the wire and babbled, "Look at it! You know that will hurt way too much to excite me. It may even leave scars to remind me never to have sex with anyone but you."
He seemed incredulous, "I can't even imagine how bad this will hurt and I don't think I want you to be scarred. I had decided I may be satisfied by long term pain from having paper clamps on your nipples and pussy for the rest of the night."
I must have been crazy. He was giving me a way out but I shook my head and said, "That won't hurt enough to let me forgive myself. It might not scar. See?"
I took it from him and grabbed the handle and wire to press it into my breasts at the nipples until it had nearly gone out of sight then removed it to reveal red bumps where the barbs had dug in but no blood.
He took it from me and said, "Pressing is not the same as hitting. I don't want your breasts and pussy damaged but it may be used on your butt. How many do you think you deserve?"
God that made me happy. Although I felt I deserved to be beaten bloody until I lost consciousness just making this offer had satisfied him enough to let me set the amount.
"How about six. No twelve two for every dick I sucked."
"That will cover your entire ass."
"Good. I hope I won't be able to sit without pain for a week just to remind me to be good but I won't be able to see the scars on my butt and I want to be reminded of my cowardice everyday when I look in the mirror. I think I want two of them across my breasts just below and above the nipples and two to my pussy diagonally to make an "X". I am afraid I won't be able to stay still. You will have to tie me."
I knew I was forgiven already by his pleasure in tying me. He hung me from the ceiling with my legs apart but left enough slack for me to push my butt back for the ones to it and forward for the ones to my pussy.
He experimentally slapped my ass with his hand saying, "This is going to make your buns sore for quite awhile."
"Good. That will remind me whenever I sit down."
He left me there trembling in fear as I realized I would have to take my punishment bravely. If I screamed too much he may quit and neither of us would be satisfied that I had truly paid my debt. He returned with a pan with a towel soaking in it."
"He said, "This is salt water. If the skin is broken this will keep it from being infected."
He held the wire against my butt to take aim then I made an agonized squeal as indescribable pain crossed my ass cheeks. The next was so bad it took my breath away so I could only gasp and moan as stripes crawled down my ass that was stinging, burning and throbbing.
He moved to my right side to do my front. My courage had nearly reached the limit so I clenched my teeth to avoid screaming.
There was indescribable pain acroos both boobs. Thankfully he quickly made the next stripe right away to get it over with.
He brought the wire down from the top of my hip bone to the bttom of my slit.there was terrible pain with a tearing sensation as the barbs ripped out pieces of flesh.
He moved to my other side but just stood there until I realized I had pushed my butt back and tried to get my thighs together. It took all my courage to push my pussy forward. He grinned and made the second stripe as bad as the first.
When he stopped I felt liquid running down my thighs and knew it had to be blood.
He slapped the saltwater towel on my ass to bring on an agonized scream. It felt like he had poured gas on my ass and set it on fire. Then my boobs and pussy caught fire. I stood there sobbing so hard my body was pulsating while he untied me. I fell to my side sobbing as he dabbed at my butt with the fire until he said, "Okay. The blood is stopped."
I forced myself up to go to our bedroom to inspect my butt in our three-way mirror. I guess I expected to see hamburger. I was almost disappointed to see eight dark red lines already turning purple and gobs of tiny scabs where the barbs had dug in. My boobs had two purple lines with red scabs but the X on my pussy was stillooozing blood since the wire must have jerked to make larger holes. Perversely even this did not seem enough. My only consolation was that it had been too bad to let me become excited.
I went back to him and kneel to say, "Am I forgiven?"
"Yes but I want you to hang this whip on the wall to remind you not to do it again."
I ran over to the wall to hang it up and then paused to look at it proud I had demanded it even though the result had not been as bad as I feared.
I went back to him and felt wonderful when he kissed me sticking his tongue in my mouth. Then he led me into the bedroom and laid on his back to have me straddle his face to lick me into orgasm. I was so grateful I moved back to let his penis sink into me and pumped uncaring of the pain when my sore ass hit his legs.
The next morning the stripes had run together to make my whole ass purple and very sensitive. I couldn't stand to sit on it at all even to go to the toilet for two days but it was worth it to be so completely forgiven.
I had slept in awakened when I turned over on my back. Even the soft bed hurt my butt.
I got up and walked into the dining room to see him sipping coffee and reading a magazine. I looked over his shoulder to see it was full of pictures of naked women tied in various uncomfortable poses. I giggled and said, "Now I know where you get your ideas."
"Actually I just bought this yesterday but there is something interesting in it."
He flipped through the pages until he found a woman in different poses against what looked like a fish net only bigger rope. Along with the fish net ropes came off of it in the middle and ends. The series showed how the woman could be held vertically upright, head down, head down with her butt up and supported by the net with legs open or in severe backbends with the ropes in the middle supporting her lower back while the other ropes were pulled down to the floor.
"Don't you think that is wild. You could be moved from one position to the other without being untied."