"Would you like to whip me? That may make it hard."
"No. You like to be whipped."
"Please don't be mad at me. There must be a way to punish me so you can forgive me."
He seemed to like that idea. "Yeah. There is a way you can punish yourself with some toys I got at Jim's. We can see how far you will go to earn forgiveness."
He went upstairs and returned with the box. He had me lean over the dining room table while he wrapped ropes around my arms and the table until I could not lift up. When he was satified I could not straighten up he tied a rope around my waist then to the chandelier to lift me up on my toes.
He took two evil looking clamps out of the box and showed them to me.They had jagged teeth with a thumbscrew to tighten them. He said, "These are going to hurt. Do you still want to be forgiven?"
"Yes. I deserve to be hurt. I owe it to you."
He put them on my nipples just tight enough to keep them from falling off then went from one to the other tightening them more until I felt like animals with sharp teeth were biting me. He kept tightening them until I screamed, "No more! They will bite off my nipples. The pain was horrendous and seemed to get worse with time. He jerked down on them to make me scream again then said, "Yeah. They shouldn't fall off."
I thought that was it but then he took out two more clamps and put them on each pussy lip tightening them until I was whimpering in pain.
I thought just a few minutes of this would earn forgiveness but he was not through. He brought out wire hoops he clipped to the clamps then lead weights he put on one at a time. I thought nothing would hurt anymore than the clamps but I was wrong each weight added even more pain. I begged him to stop even whining "Mercy," but he said, "You can take it. This is a continuation of your birthday. When you have twenty ounces hanging from them and take twenty spanks it will be over."
I resigned myself to it and decided I could stand it because the pain to my nipples and pussy changed from sharp to a throbbing deep pain as I felt my breasts and lips stretch until he stood up and said, "See? You can take it. Now for your spanking."
I was grateful for it. Twenty spanks would be over in seconds and I could be freed.
But then he said, "God that looks wild! You can't see it. I will get some pictures. My agony continued as he used a polaroid to take the whole roll. I stood perfectly still since my slightest move caused the weights to swing and cause jerks to make the clamps take sharp bites.
Finally he was through and said, "Now for your spanking."
I was glad as I thought that it would only take seconds to give me twenty spanks and the new pain to my butt may take my mind off the agony to my pussy and nipples.
I thought he would use a whip but I suddenly felt horrendous pain over the whole surface of my butt, to make it even worse the weights jumped and swayed jerking on my nipples and pussy to make the teeth bite even harder. I screamed and looked back at him frantically to see he was holding a thick leather paddle with holes drilled into it that looked like an oversized and over long tennis racket.
It was not over in seconds, he waited until the weights stopped swinging to give me another to make them jump and sway again. There was much too much agony to let me get excited. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was sure my nipples would be torn off and my pussy ripped at each spank.
I don't know why I did not pass out. I would have welcomed it. Finally it was over. He could have cheated because I was in too much agony to count the spanks.
Thankfully he took off all the weights at once but when he took off the clamps the sharp pain returned as the blood came back to my nipples and pussy.
I was crying hysterically when he took off the ropes and carried me to the bathroom to put me in a tub with cool water.
He said, "That will help. I'll get you a stiff drink."
It did help. My butt stopped burning and just ached as I caressed my nipples and pussy lips trying to soothe them. The teeth had dug in to make holes in my skin that were ooozing blood.
I spent a long time in the tub because everytime I got out the burn returned. Finally I was able to stay out and went to my three way mirror to look at my butt. It was literally blistered. The holes in the paddle had caused bumps that had turned to blood blisters. It was so sore I could not bear to touch it. It was hours before I could let him caress salve on it.
He apologized saying he had no idea that paddle would cause so much damage but I knew he had to be lying as it was right in his sight through the whole ordeal.
He said he forgave me but I said, "God. After that I forgive myself for any wrong thing I have done in my life."
"Yeah it was wild! Look at the pictures."
He handed me the poloroids and they were absolutely obscene. I knew now why it hurt so terribly. My breasts were stretched down into cone shapes and my pussy lips were stretched to the maximum to bury the teeth completely into the skin.
He asked me if I wanted to make love but I was too sore and was hating him for treating me so badly. He just said, "Your Mouth isn't sore." I sucked his prick while he caressed my butt.
The next morning the burning had stopped but there was still throbbing pain to the bruised muscle and it was really ugly. It was completely black and blue and covered with blisters. I could not sit down comfortably for three days. He really seemed concerned and brought home a new ointment every day to see what would help. Now that I look back on it I think he was mostly worried I would not look good for the next party.
The next few days he was really nice to me but it was not enough to make up for what he had done. He knew he was causing pain so badly there would be no way I could cum but kept it up anyway. A pain that lasted for days. Before the pain was over shortly after my orgasms but this time there had been no orgasms and the pain continued too long.
The third night he made love to me which might have made me forgive him but he had me get on top then spanked my sore ass with a strap in each hand as I pumped. It was too much too soon. Pain no longer excited me because I knew now that he was capable of hurting me terribly. My belief that he would never go to far was gone and also the escape of using "Mercy." I had screamed and sobbed that word over and over while my ass burned and my nipples were being chewed but he had ignored me to prove he could do what he wanted with or without my consent.
The only concern he showed was when I told him after he came while sobbing that I no longer wanted pain and it didn't excite me anymore.
He told me I would get over that and to help me he didn't hurt my butt or nipples again. He did use the pussy whip on my tummy and pussy but even that light pain did not get me off because I was afraid that any moment he might hit really hard. My only consolation was that he mistook my moans as rising excitement and ate my pussy which relaxed me enough to get an orgasm.
He said, "See, You can still get off on pain."
I told him it was having him lick my pussy not the whip that got me off and I had just been able to tolerate the whip in the hope he would not hit harder.
This angered him and he said, "Well you had better get back to normal soon. If you think I am going to be satisfied with straight fucking and sucking after you introduced me to the excitement of sadism, you can think again. You will be whipped whether you want it or not."
I was confused. Maybe it was all my fault. I had encouraged him after my first spanking by never protesting and even asking for pain.
"No. It is just because I am afraid. You promised you would not scar me and would stop if I said "Mercy" but my butt is in terrible shape and I asked for mercy over and over. I can't trust you anymore."