Her First Whipping - constituent 1

Bear with me, 'coz this is the very first time I have tried writing something like this down, especially on a web site like this, but I did promise !

So ( deep breathing time - here goes ), last week I was pretty busy at uni, but, with the encouragement of my new booster here, I decided to take the plunge and talk to my BF about my pursuit.

Tuesday night. Down the pub and after a long hard day. Me doing body of work back at my room on the first report of terminal figure, him in the science laboratory or wherever working on his PhD.

We had a pint each ( I like a beer ! ) and then after talking about the football and rugby football and former things, I asked him if he 'd ever cogitate about things he 'd like to try apart from steady sex. We joshed a bit, then he mentioned that he 'd always sort of fancied a tierce, him and two Lesbian girls.

Pretty standard I told him !

So, then it was my turn. I said I quite liked a lilliputian bit of pain, and mentioned that I 'd tried it on myself with a trivial garden cane ( the very thin ones ) and with a hairbrush, on my titty and puss. And I asked him if he 'd like to act as some plot with me to see if he might wish it too, doing thing to me I said.

All, initially, a bit stymy. But we talked some more and I convinced him I was n't half-baked and that other people do this and that he must let seen Fifty tad and so after a patch he was quite ok about it and we agreed to have it a try, later in the week, over at his flat tire, which is a bit more roomie than mine, and has the huge advantage of having a bed with an old-style bedstead ( thinking ahead you see ... easy to tie me to ! ).

We both had heavy Clarence Day ahead, so we snuggled up a bit and had another boozing, but then for me it was back to my lieu and for him to his. We 'd see each other on Fri eventide we 'd hold. I had destiny of work to do before then, and a few special things to sort out and buy !

Her first base thrashing - Part 2

Just snatching a instant before my coffee fault ( in the program library ) ...

So, this is how things worked out.

In between work, I had a think ( and a bit of a Google ) about whippy things, and thought I would make something for myself.

So down at the topical anesthetic hardware store ( they exist here ! ) I bought a rope for a Sheila Maid ( those wooden things you can raise up on block for clothes ). Quite long and about 4mm wide, so I thought it would be exquisitely for a variety of affair.

spine place I first of all made my 'whip', just three string tied together with a sort-of handle ( from the rope ), and I knotted them at the ends so they would n't scratch where I 'd cut them. And I cut the remaining forget me drug into four secernate shorter R-2 for tying me up.

All set I thought !

I confess when I chatted with some mates over coffee on Friday morning about the program for the evening and the weekend, I was getting a few butterfly stroke ! I did n't quite recite them my architectural plan, although we did all fit to see up in the pub on Friday Nox, as we tend to do.

I had this sort of creeping excitement flavor, and a sense that I might be about to do something that was a petty bit blue and a bit 'outside the rules'.

The afternoon, with my Quran, seemed to take quite a farseeing time to pass. But it did, and around four I packed up and slung my nice packsack on and got on my bike and cycled home, packed up a modification of clothes, my toothbrush and my package of ropes, and headed over to the BFs ...

Her number one Whipping - division 3

I got there, stood smiling at stupidly at him and he 'd let me in … his flat is in a shared business firm in the student area ... typical sort of seat ... red-brick terrace. He 's on the second floor at the top of the house, so circle of stairs and boy are they a quite a little ... skillful big room, very Nice big bed. Desk. gobs of paper and Koran and a somewhat broken blind that covers the view of the next terrace and the usually Lady Jane Grey and rainy sky.

Once I 'd got up there I felt knackered, so was a bit fumbly with my material and a bit disconcerted when we chatted ( after we 'd kissed ), but I reminded him what we 'd agreed and he said ‘ Ok'again and so I showed him what I 'd brought and said that if he was really ok then I 'd get disrobe. Which I did. And I took out my navel piercing and lay on the bed and smiled at him and said he should go ahead.

He looked even more disconcerted so I asked him to tie my wrists and ankles out to the corner billet and then to try the home-made whip.

He did all that. I liked the belief of being tied up by him, all sort of helpless, and I liked it when he ran the final stage of the whip over me.

OK, I said, now try it out. I knew he would n't do it too much or too voiceless. He tried a chance event on my belly and it did n't really anguish so I asked him to try harder.

And that prison term it did hurt, but in a really good way. Painful and entire and delicious. And then he did it a few more times on my belly and knocker, just enough to make them a bit red.

I asked him to untie my feet and fix them up to the railing at the bottom of the bed so my legs were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the interior of my second joint.

He did n't want to but he did in the end, after some fooling around, and then he sort of got into the hang of it and used a bit more power, which was gooey and painful and made me shock. I could see my thighs ( and faithful to my puss ) getting red and some gracious red lines forming. It was so ... painfully lovely !

That was enough for him though, and in verity it did hurt a lot.

After, we made love. It also hurt between my legs and while it was n't the expert ever sex ( he was a bit queasy still after what had happened ) it was brilliant in a new way.

He 's only got a catchment area in his way, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or panty and with an old, soft, motley chick ( a bit like a gypsy matter ) on, and a white T-shirt and my jacket crown.

I liked feeling naked and cut under my apparel. I liked it even more at the pub down the road with our friends. We knew that my ramification and pinhead were all covered in home run, but they did n't.

I liked it when he hugged me and smiled and we kissed. My Friend did n't know ! I did ! That was almost the best matter, and almost made me cum, right there, with my beer, in the pub !

So that was live on Friday ! We have n't tried again since ( yeah, we 've had sex again, natch. And the target are still a bit there too ).

But we will. He says we will if I want to. So that 's all beneficial, I think ! My commencement go EVER and it went ok, I think ! Yeah ! ! ! !

Her First debacle - division 4

Sorry it 's taken me so long ... been a bit busy.

Anyway, to last Friday. No bullwhips ( yet ) but I did add a few duplicate grayback to my petty 3 tailed 'whip'and took it over to the BFs.

This clip we started off with some nice, irksome, very cuddly and kissy sex. I liked it especially when he kissed me between my legs where my skin is still a bit raw and sore.

And then it was time for our play-time. I 'd talked him through it and this time I went down on my knees at the tush of the bed and he tied my men up over my nous to the Emily Price Post at the end. He left me waiting there for a bit, which was super-thrilling, and just watched me breathing slowly.

Then he came and ruffled my fuzz over my ears, kissed me on the dorsum of the neck, asked me again if I was sure and, once I 'd said I was, he picked up the whip from the bed. I held my breath.

He whipped me about twenty times on my back, between my shoulder joint blades. He left quite long spread and I counted. Sometimes the gap was very long and I was left looking up at him, function wanting him to hit me and role wanting him to stop. It was really quite painful, but each fourth dimension I had this marvelous struggle going on in my head between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to feel the sudden burn and the sound of the whiplash as it hit me. Is this normal ? Anyway, it felt like butterflies and was pretty marvelous !

Once he was finished he turned me round of drinks, still on my knees, but now with my rear to the bed, and I sucked him off, which was sweet of him to let me, and nice for him I think !

After, I looked at my back in the mirror, and it was ‘ pretty'red ( and ‘ pretty'-pretty I thought ), and when he touched me it was attender and sore.

We sat around for a while and talked about what had happened. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he was getting ok with it. I said I 'd read about doing it out-of-doors and how he 'd experience about that, and talked about the different whip I 've looked at.

He hugged me and asked me if I was trusted I wanted to do this and that if I really did, he was ok and we 'd keep it our secret and things like that.

Then he fucked me again. Twice more.

It was a really brilliant Night. I want to do this more because it makes me feel better than I 've ever felt, but I 'm just a bit scared about getting too hurt or marked up and what people will say, because I am sure someone will remark. But maybe that might be interesting too, having to explain to a girl-friend at the gym what all the fool on me are !

I 'm not going to rush into things too weirdo though and we wo n't do any more whipstitching before the end of the week. Friday seems the best night ... gives me a lot to look forward to every day in the depository library ! ! !

Her starting time drubbing - function 5

The BF 's been away for a few twenty-four hour period on a symposium over in Leeds, so I 've been on my own this last weekend.

I do n't beware that really - meter to go to the gym with my friends and have some gossipy coffee and boozing after work.

Friday night felt a bit vacuous though. Watched something or early on iPlayer, Bake Off, that sort of thing, and ate a pizza pie.

Spent Sabbatum in the subroutine library, then around 4 decided enough was enough. Bus place, then got my bike out and cycled down to the park. It 's not a town park, more of a country park I suppose, that runs by the river for a few sea mile. mess of muddy tracks and clumps of woodland.

The river is a nighttime, swirly thing, hidden between high banks to stop it flooding. Some people use the park as a shortcut, some to walk wiener or to drink beers or just wander.

But on an October late afternoon, with the sky darkness and gloomy and promising rain, I guessed it wouldn't be too busy and I was right. I chained the bicycle by the gates and wandered along, down to the riverside.

I guess I felt a bit glum, but also prevenient. I had a plan which I wanted to try out. Nothing too daring !

I found a place where a glob of trees … birches, was part-hidden by elder and overgrown blackberry bush Vannevar Bush, and followed the footling path in, pushing away the tangly subdivision, until I was pretty much out of sight of the main track.

Then I unzipped my raincoat and unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing down to my jean. I already liked the cool down air on my tits, and I wet my fingers and played with my teat. In the distance I could hear someone shouting for their dog and some kids playing. I was liking this !

Whoops - had to shut down quickly ... in the depository library and a mate came by ... sorry !

Anyway, I pushed my booby against the barque of the tree and let them slide across, sort of wrapping myself round, distortion, so my belly was against the tree too.

In the distance I could hear a dog barking and just see its owner shouting over the tops of the brambles. I loved the excitement of being half-naked and almost public !

I dragged myself back across the trunk of the tree, letting the time out in the bark cut at my boob, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were lovely red graze scrape, like the I you get if you fall off a motorcycle into gravel.

I did it some more, almost wanting to scream a bit, but biting my lip, and now there were tiny tincture of rakehell on me. I gave the tree a big, thick hug, sort of to say thank you, and crouched down, completely out of visual sense, while I pulled my top back on again and buttoned up my shirt.

The bicycle abode was in the rain, and I was soaked but well-chosen when I got back up to my elbow room, although it's funfair to say my shirt was a bit of a mess, all bloodstained.

I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. Then I showered. Gorgeous hot water stinging the slash. And put some cream on and lay down a while.

I went out in the evening with some mates and we did cocktails. I knew what they did n't ! It was my confidential pleasure and inside I was smiling sooo often ! I want to do it again, but with my BF and some rope and a lash ! It 's possible, I think !

Her commencement flogging - Part 6

well, I 'm back, if only briefly. Sorry to have been away for so long plenty on - had to gain stumble to Cambridge and Greater London and Northampton ( do n't ask ! ).

Anyway, back home, a few things have happened, and all ripe really.

My BF has been really angelical and helpful and I love him for it ! After my short experimentation in the woods down by the river, he agreed to go down with me. We waited ‘ til almost dark ( it 's the magnetic north, it 's disconsolate early ) and we knew that the fry and dog walkers would n't be there.

It was quite easy to mistake out of panorama away from the river route behind the little birches and brambles. Soon we found a safe place and I stripped off COMPLETELY NAKED !

It was pretty much a chill just to do that out in the subject, in the cold. We hugged and kissed a bit, and then, like we 'd agreed, he tied me up to the proboscis of one of the bigger sure-enough tree, an oak, with my arms wrapped around it and my peg apart.

My wrists and ankles were tied and I loved the feel of my paunch and booby against the cold, slightly dampness, very rough barque. He had the whip I 'd made and I promised not to shout and so he kissed me again and stroked my hair ( short, sullen, a bit curly ) and began to worst me.

At first, he was too nervous and gentle, but then he got more confident ( and more sure that I would n't scream out ) so he hit me backbreaking.

I could hear the whip coming. That tiny moment between that sound and the sudden strike and that immediate shock and the burning bother was amazing.

expectancy and reward. I was loving it.

Over my articulatio humeri vane and across my spine and ( missing the dangerous bit ) over my bum and my thigh. My thighs hurt the most. I think he hit me 20 or tweny-tive sentence. And then he fucked me very gently up my ass.

It was a wild tactual sensation. I was trembling all over. Really shaking. I wanted to remain tied up all Night and be fucked all night. Could n't though, obviously.

He untied me and I suddenly felt totally tired. He wrapped me in a towel and I wiped myself down. Tree shit and sweat and little bloody marks on the towel.

Once I was dressed ( nice visible light easy-fitting thing and an old cushy pully that I really love coz it shapes beautifully over my boobs ) we packed up and left the park. Now it was really dark.

I was still trembling, but excited. And my back scathe, sort of burning up. I should have gone straight back to his lieu to wash up, but we went to the pub and pledge some vodka and that was so good. No-one knew about what we 'd done !

We 've done it again since. I 'll differentiate you about that later. Have to go now. Thanks for all the encouragement. I love my BF for being so, so, so good at all this !

Her First flagellation - Part 7

So, I 'm not at the library on this gloomy, dripping, dank day. I 'm sitting at my laptop computer at my desk in my room.

There 's a birch tree battering its leafless limb against the window. It 's warm and cosy here though. I 've got a baggy jersey on, and that 's it. I 've got my fingers on the keyboard, but every so often ... I take a break and let them digress to my clit.

I 've found them wandering that way a lot as I drift from one varlet to another and one set of icon to another and fantasize my way to a lovely, odoriferous, wet orgasm as I look at the picture on CruxForums.

They 've certainly opened my eyes. And in ways I had n't imagined. I ca n't really still believe how agitate epitome of afters, pretty girls being led up onto scaffolds are.

Nooses hung around neck opening. eye taking a last face at the world. I ca n't conceive how fluttery I feel when I look at scene of sweet, pretty little girl being impaled, the hanker, spiked pole sliding into their cunts, the sentience of horror as they feel themselves plagiarize and supported only through the wood that is forcing its way deeper into their grit, slowly killing them.

I ca n't trust how my tit hardened when I look at word-painting of sweet, pretty girls being tied down onto the twisting rack, or being flogged, or being nailed onto their crosses.

It 's an amazing thing, this fantasy thing. How we can imagine ourselves into these awful situations and how our intellect can conceive us into loving them, adoring them, wanting them so, so, so a good deal. But at the like time knowing that we really would n't want it at all. But at the same time maybe questioning that not wanting and variety of wishing that maybe it could be reliable. It 's so confusing, but I love this strange confusion, I 'm discovering.

dorsum to realism ( suspiration ... ).

It 's all going well on my front end ( and my backbone ) ... whips seem made for me and me for whips and my BF is such a darling boy and seems to like it too. I 've really enjoyed him tying me tightly to my bed ( or to his bed ) so I 'm as stretched out as I can be and then getting him to loop a slender corduroy around my belly ( after I 've taken my piercing out ! ) and pulling it really, really tight and sliding it back and forwards so it almost cuts into me.

It leaves a delicious red welt all around me, and feels as though my belly is burning up. And I adore so much getting cleaned up and putting on my jeans and a sloppy jumper without my bra and without any scanty, and going out with him into Town and kissing him so everyone can see he loves me and so no-one can see the marks on me, but so I know and he knows they are there.

And then he slides his hand under my jumper and gently squeezes my pap, then squeezes it toilsome and harder, and I know he 's going to do it and I do n't let the harm show to anyone and I just kiss him deep in his mouth.

I 'm going to contain now and see at some things and allude myself a bit more ... XXX

THIS IS THE END OF OUR LITTLE daughter'S INTRODUCTION TO THE WORLD OF iniquity FANTASY. TO DISCOVER HOW SHE SLIDES FURTHER DOWN THIS SLIPPERY slope THEN PLEASE GO back NOW TO READ"JOURNEY OF A PAIN fornicatress"AND Begin AT ACT 1 .