That was no consolation and I whimpered knowing he wanted to hit me as much as possible. Then he increased my fear by saying, "I guess I'll work out a pattern". He pressed the switch into the creases where my boobs meet my chest and said, "One." then he brought it to the upper part and said "Two" Then back to the bottom just slightly above the first to say, "Three" and so on slowly approaching my nipples. finally fourteen and fifteen were at the edge of my nipples wheile on sixteen he laid the switch directly on them and sawed it back and forth to move them.
I whimpered, "Please don't hit them so many times and not on the nipples. Your belt hurts terribly on the nipples and this will be worse!"
"This is a test. Remember? You said whipping hurt less as it went on. I want to see if you just sigh when your nipples are hit as you go into orgasm."
"No. This is different. With the whip the same nerves were hit and became deadened. This will have fresh nerves every time. I don't think I can stand it."
"You have no choice. You committed yourself and I am not going to let you back out now."
He aimed carefully then brought the switch down hard right at the crease. The pain was indescribable at least five times worse than the belt. I shrieked and bucked and twisted trying to escape from the ropes. He just stood there grinning enjoying watching my boobs jump and sway with my efforts until I gave up and rested where he hit the top of my boobs to make me scream again and buck.until I laid back sobbing to have the switch hit so hard my boobs jumped toward my neck. I shrieked again and bucked and as the tremors decreased I sobbed, "No more! Please!. I will do anything!"
He just said, "You are doing anything. I can't think of anything else I might want."
As it went on I became hoarse and too tired to buck but that didn't mean it was better. Then the hoarse shrieks returned as he quickly hit the edges of my nipples then directly across them.
I finally calmed to just sobs while my tits felt as if they had been attacked by killer bees.
He said, "You didn't cum. Did you?"
"No! It hurt too much. No-one could get excited by that much pain."
"Okay. Then let's test your courage. Ask me for one more on your nipples."
"No! They feel like they have been stung by bees!"
"In that case I will punish you for cowardice by completing the checker board pattern."
He hit the outside then cleavage of my left breast and then the same to my right.I was going to get more than twice as many as the first set. My mind snapped and I just laid there and moaned at the prospect of un- ending pain. He didn't hit as hard evidentally aware cross-overs could bring blood and incredibly I found the stings were much less and I felt excitement rising. When he got to the nipples I came! I began bucking again but this time from crashing orgasms. He kept them coming by driving his dick into my wide open sopping wet pussy.
He was so excited he came in moments then began untying me. I just laid there shuddering from aftershocks from the cataclysmic orgasm.
Then he kissed me and said, "You are amazing. "You came! Your pussy was dripping wet!"
"I was sorry he knew. It just meant he might want to go even further but there was no use trying to lie. I sobbed, ""I know! I must be crazy! No-one should cum from that. It was terrible. Really!"
"I believe you but Linda was right! You are like the nurses."
That was no consolation. The nurses courage had just made it worse. Linda told me that later the japs had covered their tits with cigarette burn and in some cases had cut off the nipples with swords.
The pain didn't leave as fast as from the other whipping and at least he was nice enough to nurse me for hours with salve and cool wet cloths and then when it became bearable he licked my pussy and clit until I had a nice orgasm.
I still felt ashamed at my reaction and made him promise he wouldn't tell anyone.
The next day my tits looked horrible. There was a checkerboard pattern of pink aquares with purple edges. It took three days for them to return to normal. He kept his word. None of the girls asked to see my boobs and I was sure they would if they knew they had been switched. Best of all Rob felt guilty when he saw them and promised that from then on I would only be whipped hard enough to make me cum. I felt relieved and hugged him forgetting that the terrible switching had made me cum.
The next Saturday was my sixteenth birthday. My grandma and I had the same birthday but she was too crippled by athritus to come to my party so Mom said she would have a birthday for me Saturday afternoon then her and Dad would go to Seattle to celebrate hers. I agreed to end my party by midnight.
It was really nice. She made a bunch of cold-cuts with breads and crackers and bought a nice cake. As promised Dad gave me an old Mustang convertible he had spent a year restoring until it looked new. I got a lot of presents but the one I loved almost as much as the car was a gold chain Rob gave me with his name on it that fit around my waist. He said that it would remind me not to get fat.It seemed to fit in with being a love slave since his name was now on me.
There was never any doubt in my mind that I would get a birthday spanking. I had even planned for it by just inviting four couplesso each could give me two spanks and as a finale Rob could give me sixteen. I dwelled on it during the party wondering if I should volunteer or just wait for Rob to set it up. By the time my folks were ready to go I felt anxious and excited and the crotch of my panties were wet. There was no fear because I knew the boys and girls would not hit hard and I now had Rob's promise not to bruise me.
My folks were only gone a few minutes when the boys brought in a keg of beer Rob's older brother had bought for him.
We all began drinking and pretty soon girls started taking off clothes. I asked Rob if he wanted me to strip but he said, "We have something special planned for you. But first I have to get you another present we all shopped for."
He went out to his car and returned with a long flower box. When I opened it I saw a whip! It had a braided handle with six leather thongs about a half inch wide and about two feet long coming out of it. It was just like Tammy's except a little longer and with thicker thongs.
I felt a burst of excitement as Rob said, "Every slave needs her own whip to make sure she stays in line."
I hugged him in delight saying, "Oh this is mine. That must mean you won't use a switch!"
"Yes. This should just sting without bruising you."
I kissed him then he told me to take it out of the box. I took it out to caress the thongs and noticed it seemed heavier than Tammy's and felt oily. Rob explained, "I soaked it in olive oil all night so it would be nice and soft." I kissed him again not realizing that the oil would make it worse by being flexible enough for every inch to contact my skin with more weight.
I said "You won't need this to punish me. You know I will do anything you want."
I felt even better when he said, "I know. This is just to excite you."
By that time Tammy was naked and took the whip from me saying, "We found some soft leather and I braided the handle. She held the thongs against her Stomach and said dreamily, "Oh it is so soft! It almost feels alive."
At that she swung the whip around in front of her to let the thongs "Slap!" against her butt. She barely flinched and made a little squeal of excitement. She told me to try it but since I was still in clothes I just lifted my skirt and hit my leg. It stung but the sting left in seconds. I said shakily, "I guess it wouldn't be too bad and it will remind me to be good." I tried to keep the illusion of accepting the whipping only to please Rob but I couldn't help imagining how it would feel against my boobs and crotch causing a tingle to my clit.