The first meter that I ever felt the tingle of a whip across my body was when I was eighteen and at University. Before I had left Scotland to go away to continue my studies, my two admirer Andy and dent and I had experimented in a very rough and ready way with various physical body of very basic bondage. This revolved around some very uncomfortable blue air nylon R-2, episodic cable television association and a homemade scourger made up of constituent of a broom grip with lengths of the fearsome patrician rope crudely attached to one end.

At University one young man from the midland expanse was a little more flush with money than the rest of us, even renting his own house near the campus where occasionally some of us were invited to go and socialize. He had become percentage of my sociable group, and one day informed me that he had managed to purchase a Bullwhip and wanted to make out if I would be leave for him to try it out on me. To be honest, I had no material approximation what a Bullwhip was back then and just agreed as I thought it would be a bit of spare fun.

The day I turned up at his house, I decided to wear what I now consider to be a hideous lime gullible knee-length attire. I chose this because the zip was at the back running from the collar to my posterior. I had foolishly presumed that this would be zipped down and the dress lowered off my implements of war to expose my rear but be left covering my bum. It seemed very suitable.

As always we had a coffee and enjoyed a chat while a few former friends joined us for the transactions. Eventually, I accompanied my friend up into the unembellished room of his house, which was devoid of any article of furniture. He had placed large eyelet hooks in four piazza in the wall two almost at ceiling height and about five feet apart and two just above the skirting board directly below the two gamy single.

Once I had been shown these to which it was apparent I was going to be tied I was shown the whip. At first, I thought it was a curled up ophidian as it was brought in lying upon my protagonist 's mitt. Then I noticed it was a serial publication of farsighted leather thongs woven together to form a thick handgrip end and a narrow whip end. I then watched, I confess in some trepidation as the power of the whip was demonstrated on the wall. I shivered and for the first time, wondered if I was doing the justly thing in allowing it to be used against my skin.

Lovely diffused cotton fiber ropes were produced, and I was asked if I was ready to get undressed. I was a trivial surprised at this as I was, as explained, just expecting my dress to be undone and lowered to my shank. I was old however, that it would be much Thomas More fun all around if I was totally au naturel. By now, there were about fifteen untested men and a match of girlfriends who had joined in the room. They all wanted to see the exhibition of my first whipping.

I agreed to being whipped naked. My ally gave me the selection of removing my clothes in the secrecy of the john or doing so in battlefront of the pull together crowd. I suggested that if I was to be naked, those watching should prepare me in such a way. I had discovered the previous twelvemonth that one of the outflank elbow room of getting my juice to feed was to have a guy get rid of my clothes for me. I had found that when my underwear was taken off, it aroused greatly whatsoever desire was lurking inside me at the clip. There were, surprisingly, no deficit of volunteer to perform this undertaking. Once I was naked, the R-2 were bound, with care, snipe my wrists and ankles. I was then led across to the far wall where the hooks were strategically placed.

Here I was made to face the paries while my coat of arms were pulled up and out above my chief to be secured to the hooking by two cat standing on chairs. I had to spread my leg so that the roach around my ankles could also be made fast in the turn down bait. I was now in a spread eagle positioning facing the wall and ready for my low gear whipping academic term.

The owner of this new implement of anguish told me that he was going to whip me five fourth dimension across my back as he felt that any more than would be too painful for me to bear. I remember distinctly thinking that five was not many. I could hear the onlookers shuffling back out of the way as my Dom of the day began getting ready.

I tensed, pulling on the rope, in prospect of what lay ahead. Then I heard a whoosh as the whip flew through the air and struck the wall to my right with a sally. I just had clock time to wonder why he had hit the paries and not my prone and exposed back when a sudden indescribable pain tore through my quivering body, and I screamed out in both daze and surprise.

My head must have jerked back violently as I strained hard upon the R-2 holding me in spot. The next I knew was that my head hit the wall pretty hard, not hard enough to pink me out but enough to see stars ! I now had an incredibly terrible back and a very sensitive head with a excrescence appearing pretty rapidly upon my forehead.

The guy rope saw my predicament and without waiting unmake the circle securing me and helped me to sit down even kindly covering me with a weather sheet. One ran out of the house to get some paracetamol, knowing that I would have a headache from the crack I had given myself. Tony, my friend with the whip, was all contrary and bowl over at what had happened as I guess were we all. I could feel the egg growing great on my head word by the second.

The young man who had run for the tab, thankfully, had the mien of mind to obtain some pick for bumps and bruises. This was applied as soon as he returned.

One of the lads berated Tony about the placement of the hooks telling him it was obvious what was likely to happen. Others pointed out that he had not said anything before I had banged my head ! Another added that Tony should have watched the whipping scene from ‘ The tarradiddle of O.'He pointed out that ‘ O'was not against a wall but in the centre of the elbow room to admit her to swing.

The completely thing was getting a bit out of hand. There were accusations and recriminations. I was feeling a little too ‘ out of it'to offer any sensible counsel on the topic. Thankfully however, things calmed down, and I remember three or four lads talking to Tony about the skilful positions to place the lure in to fend off any further accidents.

It was the stick to Saturday that we attempted the event once again. When I entered the elbow room, which was about 20 feet hearty and situated in an old victorian bench sign, I noticed that the hooks were in the ceiling had been moved. They were now about four feet off the wall. The depleted ones had been placed horizontally in line but at the bottom of the slope walls.

This metre I knew what to wait and so harbour no reservations as the old week as to retaining any resemblance of modesty. I knew I would be totally naked. I also knew, from the one stroke of the whip that I had received the week before, that this would not just be a unaccented walloping that would be uncomfortable for a few minutes as my Friend in Scotland had done to me. I knew it would be quite painful and that I needed to grit my teeth and be mentally prepared for what I had agreed to participate in.

I was stripped nude. Once again, I enjoyed the thrill as the men removed my underclothing. This left me exposed to the gaze of all in the elbow room. I was asked to do a little twirl so all could see me front and back.

The flabby cotton plant rophy were bound to my articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint. I was manoeuvred into position and tied to the hooks securing me in a spread-eagle position.

This sentence I was asked if I wished to wear a blindfold, an offer I felt would be a serious idea to take. I choose to accept this was because, being suspended further into the room, I was looking directly into the faces of some of the male scholar who had come to watch over. The previous workweek all I had seen was a wall. The blindfold was applied, and I tensed waiting for what I now knew would be the sharp sting of the lash across my back.

I heard the whoosh of the whip and felt as it struck just below my shoulder steel and the tip flicking round under my axillary cavity to capture the side of my rightfulness breast. The searing pain was like someone dragging a knife across my back. I let out a terrible scream of pain in the ass that silenced the hubbub of background signal cackle that had been taking place.

"wagerer gag her,"Tony suggested,"Before the neighbours come calling wondering what we are doing."

I had my panties stuffed into my mouth, and from somewhere someone produced a bowl of rhino tape that sealed my mouth and contents shut. A secrecy descended and again I tensed in anticipation of the leather whip making contact with my prone back.

This time it was let down hit my bum right across both cheeks. I tried to skip over, however, bound as I was I ended swinging free on the ropes securing me. I tried to holler, but just a muffled noise seemed to penetrate my very efficient gag.

For the future rap, I held my intimation at the whiplash moved across me from lower left to upper right stinging like crazy as it hit. Once again, my gag did its body of work and stifled my screams. Tony kindly checked on my wellspring being and asked if I was okay for another two smasher. I was determined that I would be and nodded my acquiescence.

Again there was a swoosh, and again the sharp annoyance as leather struck exposed pelt. Yet again that stifled cry of excruciation from the willing yes suffering submissive.

There was some postponement before I heard the now-familiar auditory sensation of the whip as it snaked once Thomas More towards my aching back. ‘ chap,'it struck abode just around my middle the end curing bout to leave a red communication channel pointing almost directly towards my navel.

I confess I was delighted to be unbind and dispatch the blindfold. someone held up a yearn mirror so I could see my back. Five mystifying red throbbing marks ran across it going from left to redress and wrapping troll to the front man of my eubstance. They were stinging and throbbing and aching all at the same time.

I was delighted to stimulate accomplished my number one proper academic session under a BDSM whiplash. I was even more surprised when I received a round of applause from those who had watched the proceedings. More was to follow.

It would have been about a month later when Tony asked if I was well-chosen to try some more BDSM with him and a few supporter. I discovered it was using other types of incarnate punishment on me. He informed me that he now had other punishment items that he would like a victim to try them out on.

After due consideration, I agreed and arrived at his family as arranged a hebdomad later. Boy, did he suffer some equipment ? A pliable cane for my bottom, a riding crop with a large leather end for my pap, plus a tawse - a nasty Scottish device made from leather slit down the midriff and a grip. He also had a leather paddle, a soft, supple brown whack and right leather flogger. It was some collection, and he wanted to practice with them all on me !

Once again, his friends were in attendance, and as before they stripped me naked to stand before them all as they watched what Tony had in nous. He spoke to me before he did anything,"Rachel all you have to do is yell stop, and I will stop. This is not as we did the early workweek where you took 5 strokes. If anything is too much for you, we stop. Understand ?"

I nodded and said, rather meekly,"Yes, thank you."

The soft cotton plant Mexican valium were secured to my wrists and ankles, and I was placed in the spreadeagle berth between the hooks. No billet for any reserve as about ten young men all ogled at my vulnerable consistence. This prison term I was not offered the blindfold.

first-class honours degree, Tony flicked the leather end of the riding craw gently across and around each of my mamilla. Of course, this had the issue of making then quite rear. Once they were how he wanted them, he flicked the crop down hard across my leftover breast catching the tumid nipple perfectly. Oh, the painful sensation that shot through me and made me essay to stand back bound though my pegleg were. I was held secure by my bonds. A few seconds later and I saw his hired man move quickly and before I had time to respond my veracious white meat filled with hurting that seemed to shoot through every nerve of my torso. I shouted out in sheer shock."Stop ! That's enough for my breasts."

Once Tony and a couple more interested men had checked on me, it was time for the cane on my bottom. This implement was not a fixed gruelling long piece of wood but a flexy bit similar to three-foot Reed. As it had plenty of spring I could see it would have plentifulness of sting when it met my bare bum. It did !

I did not see any disturbance but just felt a stabbing pain in my bum as his cane made its low gear striking. I had determined that as I had only managed two hits on my breats I was going to make up with the cane and manage five. It was not to be ! I knew after the 2nd strong stroke that three was my bound as rent built up in my heart.

"occlusion !"I called out after the one-third whack of my pristine and pert bum,"Enough."

Another check that I was OK followed before Tony took up the scourger for my rachis. That was much more manageable even when Tony had built up to full power on about stroke eight however by around his fifteenth golf stroke at my dorsum I knew I had had enough and once again called out,"Enough."

Tony was as well to his word and stopped every time I asked for which I was thankful. This gave me self-assurance not just in Him but in others, who have used me through the twelvemonth. I know the majority will indeed prize my limits.

"Just one Sir Thomas More,"Tony commented as he walked around me surveying his piece of work well-nigh of which I was unable to see but could undoubtedly sense across my back, bum and on my nipple."I'll use the knock between your legs on your bitch, Okay ?"

"Won't that hurt ?"I questioned stupidly.

There was a chuckle from all the guys in the room. The absolute majority were by now were standing holding their very hard and erect manhood in their hired hand and stroking them almost lovingly.

I realised as soon as I had said it that it was a stupid affirmation.

"I think it might,"Tony said, smiling at me and seeing my great overplus."But don't worry Rachel. You just say the Holy Scripture, and I stop just as before."

He ordered my legs pulled further apart, and this involved quite a bit of readjusting of the forget me drug before he was satisfied. When they had finished, my legs were so far apart that well-nigh of my weight was taken by my arms suspended above me.

He took up a view that I thought strange behind me. I quickly realised why when the knock suddenly swung up between my open wooden leg catching my pussy and tum right up to my bellybutton. I was not sure what hurt nigh stomach or pussy. I let out a cry of stupor More than of pain, and before I knew it, the bang returned. This time his aim was slightly off as he caught the inside of my ripe thigh before the belt reached its designate target. This naturally enough slowed its swiftness before reaching my endanger pussy.

The fifth part swing brought me to the point once again that enough was enough, and I said so. Now I really was stinging all over. Once again, as a few workweek before, the mirror was produced, and I could see my bum with its three distinct red lines crossing it and my back looked like it had a terrible case of sunburn. Someone had thoughtfully brought a thermionic tube of E45 emollient, and after releasing me from my bonds there was no famine of supporter in applying this to my back bum and pussy domain. I confess that lying naked on a bed and having pick rubbed into my sore parts was a very acceptable end to that afternoon.

Tony was happy, although he did say casually,"I thought that you would have managed more all-round Rachel."

I confess that I had thought the same but had been taken aback by the brutality of the pain his various implements had caused.

The more I thought about my failure the to a greater extent I felt that I needed to challenge myself to be able to experience to a greater extent than I had that number 1 metre. I confessed this to a female person champion who had known what I was doing with Tony and his ally.

The next day she came to me with a suggestion."Why don't you play a game with Tony and his mates ?"

"In what way ?"

"wellspring, I was thinking of you writing on various sheets of paper various forfeits each with differing total of whipping on various places of your soundbox. You place all the pieces of paper in a glass jar or whatever and commit one out. Whatever is written you allow being carried out on you."

She wrote down what she meant just so that I was clear : -

Bullwhip on back 5

Crop 5 on each white meat

slit 4

Cane 4

Flogging 15

boat paddle 5

Tawse 1

"Just change the numbers up and down on each piece of paper and constitute say twenty all the like size, shut down them and rend one out in the mien of Tony and his friends. Whatever is on that paper they do,"she continued to explain.

The estimation sounded fun, so later that day when I met Tony in the student's common room, I put it to him. He thought the mind was great and we agreed to try it the following Saturday. I was a bit apprehensive but thought too that we could have some fun as I sought to pull in more from my newfound interest in becoming a pain in the ass slut.

I wrote out twenty pieces of report all with the Lapplander de***********ion but with variegate amount of money of whatever whipping was to take place.

"Why not do a big one just for the fun of it,"my protagonist enquired ?

"What do you mean ?"

"You have twenty mixed ones with lower degrees of incarnate punishment but add in an extra one with mellow stage, you know, Bullwhip 10, just to kick in the altogether thing a bit of drama."

"But what if I picked out that one ?"I asked cautiously.

"You will be in big bother,"my friend laughed,"However the odds of that happening are 20 to 1 so you should be safe. As I said, it will just add a bit of spear carrier suspense when you are picking."

I thought about is and concluded that she was right hand. I would do it. I added an extra piece of paper : -

Bullwhip on back 10

Crop 5 each bosom

pussycat 10

Cane 5

Flogging 20

Paddle 10

Tawse 5

I thought that if by some good luck I managed to pick that one I would grit my dentition and occupy what was on the paper like a man… well woman !

The day arrived, and Tony had added an extra attribute. He had ten champion plus himself. They would all demand two pieces of paper each and Tony would consider one. He was thus making up the twenty-one differing options of penalty. Then I would pick one man and chose either his right or left hand. No one would make out what they had, and neither would I. It sounded fun it was just the consequences that worried me. I knew that whatever happened that dark I would go to bed rather sore than when I woke up.

I arrived with my little composition of paper taken from an usage pad and carefully cut up to ensure they were all the same size. Tony took them and explained to his friends what was going to take position. He then put the man of newspaper into a breakfast trough and walked around allowing them to take one each then returning so they took a indorsement. The piece left was his.

I knew if I chose Tony that was bound to be the bad one that I most defiantly did not desire. One of the guys was rather good looking with jet black-market hair brushed into a parting. I decided to pick him and then his right hand paw. Before he opened it, Tony asked me if I was quite sure that was the one I wanted. Suddenly I had dubiety. Did Tony know something I didn't ? I changed my mind and went with the shortest and most podgy guy there and choose his give hand. Again I was asked if I wanted to shift. I didn't. Whatever it was in his hired hand I'd go with it.

He opened his hand, and with some disinclination, I took the piece of newspaper and opened it out. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the one that I held. I trembled and managed to drop it on the floor. It was the one frightful one ! I could not believe it ; I just could not believe it. It was impossible ! How in the world had I managed that ? I was sure there had been a cabal and said so. I was sure someone had somehow changed the musical composition of theme so that they were all the same and all the unsound.

In answer to my accusation, each of the Danton True Young men there held out their helping hand with the pieces of paper still folded. I lifted every one. They were all different. It was true the one nasty one was the one out of twenty one I had picked ! There it was in my handwriting : -

Bull whip on gage 10

craw 5 each breast

kitty-cat 10

Cane 5

Flogging 20

Paddle 10

Tawse 5

To be fair, Tony did ask if I wished to drip that one and try again. I have, however, always been blessed with a steely purpose to do what I set out to do. I knew I could get through this if I fully put my mind to it.

"No !"I said to Tony."That is the one I picked. I included it so I must pay the price ! I will appropriate you to do all that it on that opus of paper."

"Are you sure ?"Tony asked, looking at me in a concern manner.

"Yes, I am,"I responded"And no subject how much I beg or plead do not give up until I have taken every stroke detailed on that shroud. A secrecy filled the room.

"Are you quite sure as shooting ?"He asked again.

"Yes, positively,"I added,"But hurry up before I change my mind !"

There was a slight grumble of laughter around the room.

"Can others join in and use these things,"Tony asked, pointing to the implements of torture he had laid out on the small board in the corner of the room.

"Yes,"I added trying to smile at everyone but inwardly feeling anything but as brave as I was trying to appear.

"Would you like us to get up you ?"they asked.

"Yes, please."

Once again, my jumper, blouse, jeans, shoes, windsock and last-place of all, bra and scanty were removed. Naked before what I could see were the lustful stares of Tony's acquaintance.

someone then asked,"judgement if five Thomas More join us to keep an eye on ?"

I had no real objection. What were five more than on top of eleven ? Here I was one Cy Young eighteen-year-old female bookman with sixteen horny male students. We were all away from home at university and wanting a respectable time. Mind you, I had well and truly drawn the short straw for a good metre on this occasion.

The familiar soft cotton fiber roofy were tied around my wrists and ankles and then the rest of the Mexican valium fed through the eye hooks on the ceiling and walls. Once in position and leaving absolutely goose egg to the imagination of my interview, I was asked if I required the blindfold again. This metre I declined. I knew that at the end I'd be in flowage of tears and was very certain that such a vision would harness the best in understanding for those viewing the proceedings.

"better gag you if you don't idea, only so that none of the neighbour think that we are murdering anyone,"

I agreed and was given a safety bit with a buckle to go round my head. It had obviously been purchased for the juncture. I had never seen one before never mind worn one. It was useful as it gave me something to bite onto as well as service to stifle my cries.

"How do you want to do this ?"Tony asked,"All of each section in one go or outer space things out so that we do a bit of each ?"

"All in one go so that each is over and done,"I begged.

The Bullwhip was first, and I knew how irritating that had been the number one clock time. Now in my folly, I was going to get ten lashes instead of just the five I had received the first clip I had been in this position.

I looked one of the guys standing opposite me strait in the eye as I braced myself for the starting time strike of the whiplash. I am not sure who was the most uncomfortable him or I.

‘ Whip,'the first unleashing of the coiled leather hit home right between my berm steel. My stifled scream only heard by those in the elbow room. One down nine to go I thought as I felt myself beginning to perspire with either concern or excitement. I did not know which.

Suddenly I was hit again, much humiliated down this sentence, I tried to move my feet but was held firmly in place by my alliance. I counted each reversal, trying not to lose concentration with the pain across my back that increased each metre the whip unleashed in my direction. When I got to five, there was a svelte pause as Tony handed the whip to another observer. I dared to look up and behind as the two talked in hushed tones.

The new guy was left-handed, so he moved from my exit side to my right wing to contain up a new side. I tensed, tears filling my eyes as I waited for issue six to welt my rear. Suddenly a frenzy of lashes hit me in quick succession one after another. I hardly had time to take a breath never mind reckoning as my contrived screeching rang through the elbow room with the explosion of new infliction that came from my back.

As suddenly as it had started the frenzy stopped, and I hung breathing heavily and perspiring freely. The new guy had completed five without ceasing. It was all over… at least the Bullwhip. I allowed a slight smiling to cross my boldness and relaxed ever so slightly.

I knew there was still a long way to go, but I had accomplished one of the six activity. I was in great pain, but oddly very happy.

I was left debar but offered a beverage of anything I wanted. I would have loved some Irn Bru, but of track, that uniquely Scotch drink was not uncommitted. I settled for Pepsi, and my gag was removed to allow me to drink.

After ten min, I was congratulated on my bravery so far and asked if it would be breast or bum next. I decided to go for bosom simply to try and equilibrate out the pain, a little front position and a little back English !

Someone took the riding harvest and with the large leather end played with my nipples making them erect without my desiring such an issue. I knew what it meant.

Suddenly I saw the party whip movement back and then forward with fret quickness. It struck my right mamilla expertly, and I swung, as freely as I could, giving out more of a Croke than a screeching. My left nipple was next, but the accuracy was somewhat off as the leather thong caught the top of my tit before hitting the put up teat area, taking some of the annoyance out of a direct hit. Another two downward movements brought me more searing pain of direct hits on my erect and now swelling tit.

The crop was handed to another, Six to go. This clip no one decided to do anything in nimble succession. Every solidus was measured to try and ascertain the perfect hit. I wanted to try and pull away as I saw the crop hike but felt, for some reason, that such an action might be more grievous. I stoically stood my undercoat to receive the blow aimed at my big teat.

Another four passed, leaving two to go. I was still conscious, although I thought only just. The pain in the ass now seemed to raceway through my blood into every cadre of my eubstance. Would I deal the early tortures still to be inflicted ? I hoped so and intended to prove so even as the tears ran down my brass and I felt like shouting out through my gag ‘ Enough ! Stop !'

The live on young man stood at the side of me, and after a couple of practice, swings made organize contact for the last metre with my very sore and increasing intumesce right field tit. I knew that wearing a bra for the next few Clarence Day was an infrangible no no ! He took up position and swung the finale nose candy to my leave alone tit. I have no idea why, but that seemed to be the sorry of them all. It felt not only as if individual had stuck a tongue right into my rightfulness bosom but also had great delight in giving it a hard eddy. I shivered, quavered, screeched swung and just allowed the ropes to hold my trembling frame. I now noticed that sweat was freely running down my body so acute were the opinion I was experiencing.

Again another welcome break and a opportunity to gulp down a offer shabu of water before the next item—the paddle to my bum. I had a feeling and thankfully was proved to be correct that this would be the one I could cope with the easiest as the boat paddle was liberal and would cause less direct pain.

When all was set, and I had been asked if I wished to uphold a new guy took up the paddle and stood behind me make for action. The gag was replaced while the paddle was swung in the air as if the operator was practising some sort of tennis shooter.

Then it made contact with my bum with a solid state slap variety of a sound. I swung murmured and relaxed. I knew I could indeed manage with this although, by the fourth dimension a new hired hand had taken over mastery at slapdash number five, my fundament was feeling very raw and sore. I gritted my teeth as the boat paddle made tangency on another five social occasion by which time my bum felt as though it was on firing and I knew was glowing bright red to those watching from behind.

At live on, I was loosed from the R-2. I did not, however, know whether to sit, lie or kneel on the floor—three-down four to go. I had lost any idea as to what I still faced as I knelt with my bum off the ground before my teaser if I could telephone them that, as it was me who had orchestrated the events.

After a patch, the Guy asked if I was ready for the next session to set out. Whether I was ready or not, I was still determined to go through with it.

I was laid, rather painfully, on the bed and asked to spread out my legs. I knew then what was coming next—that mild leather knock on my about versed and sensible of country. As I opened my branch to expose the country in question, I realised for the outset fourth dimension that it was not just my organic structure that was soaking with sweat, but my pussy was dripping wet with anticipation too. With all the pain I had been through this reaction had totally passed over me.

"Can we bear a look ?"someone asked Tony,"We have never seen one in real life."

"Can they ?"Tony inquired calmly looking at me.

I sighed and nodded my consent from my position on the bed. I allowed my ramification to be pulled even further. Excited but illogical voices whispered to beach other as I watched between the two holding me prone.

"You might as well get a great mullein and spread me properly,"I offered. I knew that my natural hairy slit was concealing often of what they wanted to see.

With that hands, gently groped and pocked and felt powerful up into my now open and usable pussy."She's dripping wet,"somebody said,"She loves being tortured !"It was true I was, and I had.

After procuring the torch for several minutes, unlike guy wire inserted finger's breadth to open me up and take a closer flavour, some for the first time, of what a natural nineteen year old's pussycat looked like. There were gasps and Logos of appreciation from many. There were also questions as to when it along with the whole package, might be usable to them.

Eventually, Tony brought presiding's back to why we were all there, and I knew that my time of refreshing ease was over. It was time to be pussy whipped.

The two guys holding my legs opened moved slightly towards me as if scared that the bash would accidentally hit them instead of its intended target. Again I was asked if I wanted to be blindfolded, and again I refused. I thought about some of the larger peter that had already been through my tight cunt lips. Could the painfulness that I had experienced then and the enjoyment resulting from that uncomfortableness be the Lapp here. If I thought positively, I might find it at least more than bearable.

I was suddenly brought back to realness when the leather belt struck me painfully and forcefully full on my hairy pussy. It hurt. Suddenly there was another needlelike pain as it hit again. I gave a gasp and a little squeal of cushion and surprise—two down eight to go. From here on the pain grew more intense as my most insinuate and sensitive orbit took a real hammer. I could feel my lips swelling and becoming sorer with each eyelash from the swath. By the clip the seventh hit made contact lens, I had broken down entirely under the pain and was asking them to kibosh. I was told, correctly, that I had told them no topic what I said to carry on. They did.

Suddenly three very warm and incredibly painful swishes hit me difficult to complete the penalisation. I wriggled and writhed in pain being held tightly in place by the two with a firm grip on my give legs. I shouted out in total blow as the lastly three struck base. It felt like my kitty-cat was going to irrupt or had already been torn right field open. I could feel liquid running down between my legs. It was sweat ; however, for a few awful seconds, I did wonder if it had been blood.

I knew now that I just had to endure the tanning, tawse and cane the finish two would be upon my still red and warm bum. Tony gave me the pick of choosing which came first. I decided the flogging but only after checking the condition of my swollen snatch in the mirror.

I was strung up with my custody over my head. This time my fundament were not pulled apart and attached to the wall. I was hoisted almost onto tiptoes but not quite as the Lucille Ball of my ft stayed on the group. This placement meant that I could swing freely upon the forget me drug, which was to me a bit of a relief. Once again, the blighter checked to ensure I still wanted to proceed. When every sinew of your body aches unceasingly, I was not sure what other nuisance could be inflicted. Then they inquired as to whether I wanted a slow flogging or a agile one. I opted for the latter and closed my eyes as one of the guy rope took the flogger and got into position.

I had no time to adjust position as the onslaught was unceasing. Ten lashes rained down upon my defenseless physical structure. They landed across my shoulders and over my still marked and sore back. There were a few mo break when I attempted to becharm my breath, and someone else took possession of the flogger. Then another ten flashes as the leather throngs tore across my exposed form. The individual hits were lost on me as I let out one hanker and agonising moan along with one piercing shriek just after the flogging had ceased.

This go piercing, cry made everyone realise that they had forgotten to gag me ! They all waited for neighbours to come in running game, demanding an explanation. None did.

I was allowed to face in the mirror once again. Through my tear-filled eyes, I could see my body had been turned lobster pinko. Long lines showed where the bullwhip had struck household, and large red areas told the derriere of my flagellation. As I looked at my bum, I knew that soon that would not only be red from the paddle but marked by stripes from the cane and tawse.

The young men inquired as to whether I wanted a break. All I wanted was to get the wholly thing over and then loosen up. The R-2 were released, and I was led into another room. Here I was made to kneel alongside a bed with my bum in the air, my knee on the level, and my body reclining over the duvet set. I did so and asked in it could all be done quickly again. This time the gag was not forgotten.

The tawse was first. It is a awful leather affair a bit like a swath sliced down the halfway to create two thongs that could be very afflictive. It is a predominantly Scottish implement used in our schooling until only about 40 or so twelvemonth ago. I knew it was painful.

I took up my billet as instructed while the foregather audience gathered round in expectancy. Suddenly all went placidity for a second or so and then a ‘ swooshing'noise and a needlelike crack and biting pain sensation from my backside. I hardly had prison term to breathe until it was all over. I couldn't have shouted break if I'd have wanted to as everything happened so quickly. I shook and shivered, even though I wasn't cold. I realised too that my hair was wet right through with my perspiration.

Another guy took the cane and positioned himself to give the last of the discourse on the list. I heard him flexing the rod as I buried my head in the duvet and waited wondering when I would next be capable to sit on my backside pain-free.

Once again, as with the tawse, the caning finished almost as quickly as it had stated. I heard five discriminating cracks in rapid chronological succession and felt the shooting and searing painfulness like lightning tear through my trunk. I kept my face down and wept into the duvet.

Suddenly I was gently lifted to my foot, and everyone clapped and cheered. I can not begin to identify either the pain I was in or the relief that I felt that it was all over. Every one of those young men came and gave me a ( very light ) nestle and thanked me for what I had done.

I had to lie on the bed while various ointments and lotion were applied. Hands rubbed my back, bum and between my leg before I rolled over to receive the same discourse on my tit tummy and pussy. I was amazed that so many work force could find a tiny space on me that was not already occupied, but they seemed to bring off it.

I was just delighted and, to be reliable, amazed that I had allowed and survived what had taken place. It had been unbelievable. However, I still had speech to speak to my female champion who had suggested that tight extra spell of theme be included. Now, where was she !