Her first Whipping - Part 1

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

So ( thick breathing spell - here goes ), finally week I was pretty occupy at uni, but, with the boost of my new supporter here, I decided to take the plunge and public lecture to my BF about my stake.

Tuesday night. Down the pub and after a long unvoiced day. Me doing body of work back at my room on the first newspaper of condition, him in the labs or wherever working on his PhD.

We had a pint each ( I like a beer ! ) and then after talking about the football and rugby and other matter, I asked him if he 'd ever retrieve about things he 'd like to try apart from regular sex. We joshed a bit, then he mentioned that he 'd always screen out of fancied a ternion, him and two sapphic girls.

Pretty touchstone I told him !

So, then it was my turn. I said I quite liked a little bit of pain, and mentioned that I 'd tried it on myself with a fiddling garden cane ( the very lean single ) and with a hairbrush, on my titmouse and pussy. And I asked him if he 'd like to play some games with me to see if he might like it too, doing matter to me I said.

All, initially, a bit embarrassing. But we talked some more and I convinced him I was n't crazy and that former people do this and that he must have seen fifty dollar bill Shades and so after a while he was quite ok about it and we agreed to ease up it a try, later in the week, over at his flat tire, which is a bit more spacious than mine, and has the huge advantage of having a bed with an old-style bedstead ( thinking ahead you see ... promiscuous to tie me to ! ).

We both had laborious days ahead, so we snuggled up a bit and had another drink, but then for me it was back to my plaza and for him to his. We 'd see each former on Friday evening we 'd concord. I had lots of oeuvre to do before then, and a few especial things to screen out out and buy !

Her First Whipping - Part 2

Just snatching a minute before my coffee break ( in the library ) ...

So, this is how things worked out.

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

So down at the local hardware computer memory ( they exist here ! ) I bought a rope for a Sheila amah ( those wooden things you can raise up on pulley block for dress ). Quite hanker and about 4mm wide, so I thought it would be fine for a diversity of matter.

Back nursing home I first of all made my 'whip', just three strands tied together with a sort-of grip ( from the rope ), and I knotted them at the ends so they would n't fray where I 'd cut them. And I cut the remaining rope into four assort shorter Mexican valium for tying me up.

All set I thought !

I confess when I chatted with some match over coffee on Friday morning about the plans for the evening and the weekend, I was getting a few butterfly ! I did n't quite secern them my plans, although we did all concur to foregather up in the pub on Friday dark, as we tend to do.

I had this variety of creeping excitement feeling, and a gumption that I might be about to do something that was a fiddling bit gamey and a bit 'outside the rules'.

The good afternoon, with my books, seemed to hold quite a long time to blow over. But it did, and around four I packed up and slung my nice haversack on and got on my bike and cycled home, packed up a alteration of clothes, my toothbrush and my bundle of ropes, and headed over to the BFs ...

Her get-go Whipping - Part 3

I got there, stood smiling at stupidly at him and he 'd let me in … his flat is in a shared house in the scholarly person area ... typical variety of place ... redbrick terrace. He 's on the second floor at the top of the theatre, so wads of step and boy are they a mess ... nice big room, very courteous big bed. Desk. raft of paper and books and a somewhat come apart blind that covers the position of the future terrace and the usually grey and rainy sky.

Once I 'd got up there I felt knackered, so was a bit fumbly with my stuff 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 ungarmented. 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 flurry so I asked him to tie my wrists and ankles out to the corner office and then to try the home-made whip.

He did all that. I liked the impression of being tied up by him, all kind of helpless, and I liked it when he ran the ends of the whip over me.

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

And that time it did anguish, but in a really good way. Painful and full and luscious. And then he did it a few more times on my belly and booby, just enough to induce them a bit red.

I asked him to untie my metrical foot and fix them up to the railing at the tooshie of the bed so my legs were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the inside 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 knack of it and used a bit more personnel, which was gooey and painful and made me shock. I could see my thigh ( and closer to my cunt ) getting red and some nice red lines forming. It was so ... painfully lovely !

That was enough for him though, and in truth it did wound a lot.

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

He 's only got a basin in his room, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or pantie and with an old, lenient, multi-colour skirt ( a bit like a Rommany thing ) on, and a Patrick White jersey and my crownwork.

I liked feeling naked and cut under my wearing apparel. I liked it even more at the pub down the route with our friends. We knew that my legs and tit were all covered in Deutsche Mark, but they did n't.

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

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

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

Her number one whipstitch - percentage 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 surplus grayback to my little 3 tailed 'whip'and took it over to the BFs.

This fourth dimension we started off with some nice, slow, very cuddly and kissy sex. I liked it especially when he kissed me between my legs where my pelt 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 knee joint at the bottom of the bed and he tied my deal up over my chief to the 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 hair over my ears, kissed me on the back 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 fourth dimension on my spinal column, between my shoulder vane. He left quite long gaps and I counted. Sometimes the gap was very long and I was left looking up at him, part wanting him to hit me and part wanting him to stop. It was really quite painful, but each sentence I had this grand conflict going on in my school principal between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to experience the sudden burn and the sound of the whip as it hit me. Is this convention ? Anyway, it felt like butterflies and was pretty wonderful !

Once he was finished he turned me round, still on my articulatio genus, but now with my spine 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 legal tender 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 open air and how he 'd feel about that, and talked about the different whips I 've looked at.

He hugged me and asked me if I was for sure 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 superb Nox. I want to do this more because it makes me feel substantially than I 've ever felt, but I 'm just a bit scare off about getting too hurt or marked up and what hoi polloi will say, because I am sure someone will detect. But maybe that might be interesting too, having to explicate to a girl-friend at the gym what all the fool on me are !

I 'm not going to rush along into thing too nutcase though and we wo n't do any more welt before the end of the hebdomad. Fri seems the best night ... gives me a lot to look forward to every day in the depository library ! ! !

Her showtime trouncing - Part 5

The BF 's been away for a few sidereal day on a symposium over in Leeds, so I 've been on my own this survive weekend.

I do n't mind that really - time to go to the gym with my Quaker and have some gossipy coffee berry and drinks after studies.

Friday dark felt a bit hollow though. Watched something or other on iPlayer, Bake Off, that sort of affair, and ate a pizza.

Spent Sat in the program library, then around 4 decided enough was enough. Bus home, then got my bicycle out and cycled down to the park. It 's not a town parking area, more of a rural area park I suppose, that runs by the river for a few miles. Lots of muddy tracks and clumps of woodland.

The river is a wickedness, swirly thing, hidden between senior high school bank to stop it flooding. Some people use the park as a cutoff, some to walk wienerwurst or to imbibe beers or just wander.

But on an Oct late afternoon, with the sky dark and gloomy and promising pelting, I guessed it wouldn't be too meddling and I was in good order. I chained the wheel by the logic gate and wandered along, down to the riverside.

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

I found a lieu where a ball of trees … birch tree, was part-hidden by elder and overgrown blackberry bush George Herbert Walker Bush, and followed the little course in, pushing away the tangly branches, until I was pretty much out of visual modality of the briny path.

Then I unzipped my waterproof and unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing down to my jean. I already liked the nerveless air on my knocker, and I wet my fingers and played with my tit. In the aloofness I could try someone shouting for their dog and some kids playing. I was liking this !

Whoops - had to keep out down quickly ... in the subroutine library and a first mate came by ... sorry !

Anyway, I pushed my boobies against the barque of the tree and let them slue across, sort of wrapping myself round, straining, so my belly was against the tree too.

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

I dragged myself back across the trunk of the tree, letting the respite in the barque cut at my boobs, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were lovely red graze scrape, like the ones you get if you fall off a bike into crushed rock.

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

The bike home was in the pelting, and I was soaked but happy when I got back up to my elbow room, although it's fair to say my shirt was a bit of a sight, all bloodstained.

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

I went out in the eventide with some teammate and we did cocktails. I knew what they did n't ! It was my undercover pleasure and inside I was smiling sooo much ! I want to do it again, but with my BF and some Mexican valium and a whip ! It 's possible, I think !

Her start tanning - voice 6

Well, I 'm back, if only briefly. Sorry to have been away for so long lots on - had to give tripper to Cambridge University and capital of the United Kingdom and Northampton ( do n't ask ! ).

Anyway, back abode, a few affair have happened, and all good really.

My BF has been really dulcet and helpful and I love him for it ! After my lilliputian experiment in the woods down by the river, he agreed to go down with me. We waited ‘ til almost nighttime ( it 's the North, it 's blue former ) and we knew that the kids and dog walkers would n't be there.

It was quite prosperous to slip out of view away from the river path behind the little birches and brambles. Soon we found a good berth and I stripped off COMPLETELY NAKED !

It was pretty much a boot just to do that out in the open, in the dusty. We hugged and kissed a bit, and then, like we 'd agreed, he tied me up to the torso of one of the self-aggrandising older Tree, an oak, with my blazonry wrapped around it and my legs apart.

My wrists and articulatio talocruralis were tied and I loved the feel of my stomach and breast against the cold, slightly damp, very rough barque. He had the whip I 'd made and I promised not to scream and so he kissed me again and stroked my fuzz ( short, sinister, a bit curly ) and began to whip me.

At low, he was too anxious and pacify, but then he got more confident ( and to a greater extent certain that I would n't shout out ) so he hit me arduous.

I could get word the whip coming. That petite here and now between that sound and the sudden strike and that prompt cushion and the electrocution pain was amazing.

prevision and reinforcement. I was loving it.

Over my shoulder joint blades and across my back and ( missing the dangerous bit ) over my bum and my thighs. My thighs hurt the most. I think he hit me twenty dollar bill or tweny-tive times. And then he fucked me very gently up my ass.

It was a rattling feeling. I was trembling all over. Really shaking. I wanted to stay tied up all Nox and be fucked all night. Could n't though, obviously.

He untied me and I suddenly felt totally shopworn. He wrapped me in a towel and I wiped myself down. tree diagram scandal and stew and little bloody marks on the towel.

Once I was dressed ( courteous light easy-fitting things and an old soft pully that I really love coz it shapes beautifully over my breast ) we packed up and left the park. Now it was really dark.

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

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

Her First Whipping - Part 7

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

There 's a birch tree battering its leafless branches against the windowpane. It 's warm and cosy here though. I 've got a loose-fitting T-shirt on, and that 's it. I 've got my fingers on the keyboard, but every so often ... I take a break and let them wander to my clit.

I 've found them wandering that way a lot as I drift from one Page to another and one set of range of a function to another and fantasize my way to a lovely, sweet, wet orgasm as I look at the movie on CruxForums.

They 've certainly opened my eye. And in agency I had n't imagined. I ca n't really still trust how charge up trope of Sweet, pretty female child being led up onto scaffolds are.

Nooses hung around necks. Eyes taking a last feel at the world. I ca n't trust how fluttery I feel when I look at pictures of afters, pretty fille being impaled, the long, spiked perch sliding into their cunts, the sense of revulsion as they feel themselves sneak and supported only through the wood that is forcing its way deeper into their guts, slowly killing them.

I ca n't believe how my mammilla hardened when I look at motion-picture show of dessert, pretty girls being tied down onto the torture rack, or being flogged, or being nailed onto their crosses.

It 's an awesome matter, this fantasise thing. How we can imagine ourselves into these fearsome situations and how our head can think us into loving them, adoring them, wanting them so, so, so much. But at the same sentence knowing that we really would n't want it at all. But at the same time maybe questioning that not wanting and sort of wishing that maybe it could be true. It 's so fox, but I love this strange discombobulation, I 'm discovering.

book binding to world ( suspiration ... ).

It 's all going well on my front ( and my back ) ... 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 thin cord 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 abdomen is burning up. And I adore so lots getting cleaned up and putting on my dungaree and a sloppy sweater without my bra and without any panty, 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 bridge player under my sweater and gently squeezes my nipple, then squeezes it harder and intemperately, and I know he 's going to do it and I do n't let the hurt appearance to anyone and I just kiss him deep in his mouth.

I 'm going to stop now and look at some things and touch myself a bit more ... XXX

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