Cherie

I felt really proud. Even though Tammy had proven other girls could be excited by whipping I was still the champion.

My high went down on the way home when Rob said, "This night has kind of ruined things for me. It was really special when you let me spank you before you knew you might get excited by it but now you can get off by anyone whipping you. I don't even know how I could punish you if you pissed me off."

"That isn't fair. I only did those things because I love you and wanted to please you. I was really afraid when you spanked me and I was terribly embarrassed when you wanted me to strip but I did it for you. Even tonight I tried to avoid the whipping by hoping Tammy would chicken out."

"Maybe, but I was watching you. It was obvious Tammy's whipping excited you and you were anxious for your turn."

He was right which just made me feel guilty. I said lamely, "Well I guess that is true but it was only because I could tell her little whip would not hurt nearly as bad as your belt."

"That just proves my point. You wanted the whipping to get you off Even though I only had a small part. What happened to your being my slave and suffering for me. From now on I won't even have to be there for you to volunteer to be whipped."

"No that isn't true. I would never have let them if I hadn't thought it would excite you."

He didn't answer and I felt even more guilty because if for some reason I went to a party alone I might not be able to resist the thrill of them all whipping me.

We drove in silence until I realized that the only way I could save our relationship was to agree to something so horrendous I couldn't possibly enjoy it and he would know that I was truly suffering.

I worked up my courage and said, "Do you remember I refused to let the boys give me a birthday spanking until you threatened to use a switch on me? My Dad hit my legs a couple of times with a switch and the pain was awful."

"Yeah I know. My Dad used a switch on me. That was why I used that as a threat."

"I know that being hit with a switch will hurt way too much to let me get excited but you can use one on me if it will convince you I am willing to suffer for you and you alone. My folks are gone for the weekend and we have a willow tree."

That brought him around. He said, "Really! That would convince me but I had purple stripes for three days. Do you really think you can stand it?"

"No. That is the whole point. When you stop I expect to be in terrible pain and crying. I want you to know for sure that I truly suffered."

"Okay but I won't be easy on you. If you end up having orgasms it won't prove anything."

"I know and no matter how much I scream and cry I want you to keep it up until you know I can never be excited."

By that time I was home and he led me to the kitchen and found a cleaver. He told me to go out and cut a switch. I realized that was part of my test and although I was tempted to just cut a little one I screwed up my courage and found a straight one about five feet long. I walked back slowly trimmming off the leaves and branches becoming more frightened as it turned into a really evil looking whip that I knew would leave terrible welts.

When I got back in the house he was sitting on the couch holding some neckties he had taken from my folks bedroom listening to soft rock on the radio.

I knew what the neckties were for which frightened me more knowing I would not be able to escape if it was unbearable and said, "You don't have to tie me. I'll try real hard to stay still."

"No it will be tough enough without your having to force yourself to be still. The neckties are soft and won't make marks."

For a moment I thought that he was being kind until I realized chafe marks to my wrists would be nothing compared to other marks I would have.

Then he said, "I found something else in their room to make a record of your courage or failure."

He pointed out my folks camcorder all set up on a tripod. Strangely I thought that was a great idea and said, "Oh yes. If you ever doubt my love you will only have to watch the tape. What part of me will you whip?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. Why don't you do a slow strip while I think about it."

He turned on the camera and I began stripping to the music hoping he would not choose my back or legs since in the back of my mind I thought even with the switch I may get excited enough to ignore some of the pain if he hit my butt or my stomach below my belly button where it had caused excitement. The camera made me feel like a star again And I thought that he could watch the tape and I could make him wild with desire to make him hurry to be with me weeks from now. When I was naked I wiggled my butt at him and moved my belly like a belly-dancer to entice him. I was glad to see his dick was making a tent of his pants thinking if he was excited enough the whipping would be short because he would want to fuck me.

When the song ended he said, "I have made my decision. I love the way your boobs jump when hit."

I protested, "Oh God. That will hurt awful. Wouldn't you rather hit my butt or tummy? They could take more lashes."

"Your protest just convinces me I made the right choice. You said it should hurt. Remember? If you want I will leave. You don't need me anymore. You can get anyone to whip you."

I went to kneel in front of his chair and said softly, "Spank my boobies, Rob. Make them hurt until I faint."

I knew I had made the right choice because he smiled and kissed me but I also realized that now I was totally committed because the tape would prove I had agreed to terrible pain. He told me to put my hands behind my back and push out my chest.

My boobs seemed to tingle just from anticipation and he made me more excited when he caressed and tugged on them as he said, "They are such pretty boobs and they will be more exciting when the welts have proven your love."

He tied my wrists together then put another tie around my elbows to pull them together to force out my chest. That reminded me my boobs would soon be hurting and I said, "Oh God. Please hurry and get it over with. I am losing my nerve."

There is no hurry. We have all night. You won't need your nerve because you will be helpless."

He picked a pillow off the couch then lifted me up on our dining room table where I laid back on the pillow under my back which pushed up my boobs. Then he tied my wrists under the table to the center post. I let my head fall back and felt blood rushing into it. It suddenly occurred to me that you fainted when blood rushed out of your head. The idea that fainting would prevent me from suffering too badly was gone. I quickly brought my head back up to watch him pulling my knees widely apart to tie them to the legs. When he was done the only movement I could do was flex my stomach muscles. I knew my lips had opened because he ran his fingers up and down the slit with his middle finger rubbing my clit. It felt good and I got into it hoping that the excitement would allow me to better accept the pain. Just as I was getting really excited he stopped and began removing his shoelaces. When they were off he tied them around my hair to pull back my head and tie them to my elbows.

I panicked and whimpered, "Don't do that. I won't be able to faint."

"I hadn't thought of that. I just wanted to make sure your face did not get in the way. That is better though because I probably couldn't tell if you faked a faint."

While he said that he played with my boobs twiddling the nipples until they had hardened. Normally I would have enjoyed it but now it just reminded me they would soon be hurting. My only hope was that he would become so excited he would have to stop to fuck me.

Then fear returned when he picked the switch off the floor and laid it across my boobs saying, "The end is really skinny. I remember that on my butt the only place the skin broke was where the welts crossed over each other. We don't want that but if I aim carefully there will be room for a lot of skinny welts."