Feb 20,1990
Dear Diary,
He has left for groceries again. I am trapped here. It is almost ten miles to the nearest house and very cold. Even if I could leave I wouldn't. I am naked and he has locked all my clothes in the trunk of his car.
When he came home he was angry I had dressed the way I did. He said,
"Why are you all bundled up. I can't even tell you are a woman."
"But I thought we were going skiing."
"Maybe later. First we have to do something about your ridiculous modesty."
I protested, "At the movies you said you liked my being modest rather than dressed like those slutty girls."
"You have to learn that I want you as two girls. Modest in public and naked at home. Now take off those ridiculous clothes."
I was shocked he would suggest such a thing. "I couldn't! It is broad daylight. Why do you want me naked? I was not naked last night and you could still have sex with me."
"That is the whole point. Last night was just sex. I want to make love and that takes cooperation. Now take off the damn clothes!"
"No! That is lewd! Even my mother has not seen me naked since I was a baby."
He said, "I was afraid you might take this attitude. I picked up a few other things in town."
Before I realized what was happening he grabbed my hand and held them together by my fingers while he took a rope out of his pocket and tied it around my wrists. While I stood there crying he went to the sack on the table and got a longer rope to tie to my wrist rope then threw it over a ceiling beam to pull me up till my toes just touched the floor. He went back to the sack and brought back a scissors.
He must have wanted my torment to last. He slowly cut along the sleeves of my sweater till they fell away from my arms then cut it up the front pulling the edge apart to slowly expose my stomach. Finally he cut across the top of my shoulders till the sweater fell to the floor exposing me wearing just my bra. I sobbed as he cut up my pants one leg at a time then the waistband to let them fall away.
Now I was just wearing my long underwear bottoms and my bra. He must have been tired of cutting because he slid down my underwear then took off my boots so he could slide them off.
He tormented me by sliding his hands up my legs and up my stomach to squeeze my barely covered breasts then he cupped my crotch in his palm and rubbed it while saying, "You have a beautiful body, Jane. Get used to being naked because you are going to be that way a lot."
I almost died with embarressment when he cut my bra straps and slowly pulled the cups down by them revealing my breasts an inch at a time. then he cupped my crotch again then cut the legs on my panties. I felt the back fall away exposing my buttocks then he pushed on my crotch while he slowly slid them down until they fell away.
Now I was totally naked. I turned my head to avoid his leering eyes. I heard a chair scrape and looked to see him sitting in front of me staring at my crotch. My only consolation was the fact that with all my crotch hair and with my legs clenched together he would not be able to see the slit he had ravaged the night before.
It looked like he was going to let me hang there forever.He went to get a beer and sipped it while watching me avidly. My muscles began to cramp so I began to lift my legs one at a time to cross in front of me to hide even more of my crotch but he liked that!
He clapped his hands and said, "That's the idea. Dance for me baby. I love watching your boobs and stomach muscles moving."
I stopped immediately and sobbed, "Please let me down. You have seen me naked. Don't torment me anymore."
"Are you used to being naked yet?"
I lied. "Yes. Let me down."
"Prove it. Spread your legs. Give me a good look."
I screamed ,"No! that is obscene. How could you ask me to do that?"
"Shit you are just ridiculous. I wouldn't see anything with that hairy bush any way but I can fix that."
He went back to his sack and brought back more rope to tie to my ankles. he spread them so wide my inner thigh muscles pulled tying the ropes to heavy furniture but that was not even enough. He got the scissors and began trimming the hair on my crotch then got his electric razor to shave it completely bald. To my shame the vibration of the razor began to feel good. When he was finally satisfied I did not even have stubble. He went back to my chair and sat down again grinning at me.
I felt terribly embarrassed and I know I was blushing. I knew I had not been this naked since I was a little girl and never for this long. Even in the morning when I took showers I always hurried through it and put on my bathrobe before facing the mirror.
I couldn't look at him while he stared at me and certainly could not look down at myself. Even if I had I would have only seen the tops of my boobs since they were big enough to hide everything below them.
Suddenly he barked, "Look at me!"
I looked at him and he said gently, "Maybe you are embarrassed because you don't know how beautiful you are."
He got up and left for a mmoment. I have to admit I was pleased he thought I was pretty although I couldn't understand how anything so obscene could be beautiful.
He came back pushing a huge mirror on casters. I turned my head to avert my eyes as he placed it in front of me but he angrily stepped behind me and pulled my face to the front saying angrily, "Goddammit. Look at yourself."
I didn't have any choice and in spite of my embarrassment I had to admit to myself that I did look good. The stretch had removed the crease under my large breasts and had shrunk my waist and tummy. The only jarring note was my crotch. With the hair gone you could see all of the puffy lips and with my legs so wide the slit had opened to show pink inner parts I had never seen before. Except for that I felt a little proud. I looked at least as good as the girls in their tights at the Olympic Games.
I guess I must have stopped blushing as I studied myself and even experimentally sucked in my tummy even more because he said, "Are you ready to walk over to me and spread your legs so I can get my fingers into that cute pussy?"
It was one thing to be displayed this way against my will. To do as he asked would be something only a whore would do.
"No! I will hang here till I become unconscious before I do that."
"Jesus! Your Dad is right. You are willful. You will have to learn to obey."
He took off his shirt then went back to his sack. He came back with a whip! It had a large handle with five leather thongs coming out of it. I began to moan "No." while he said, "I made this for you. I got the thongs at a leather shop and nailed them to the handle. I thought your Dad might be right."
He swung it around to "Splat!" across my bottom. Amazingly it did not hurt nearly as much as Dad's paddle. It just stung and caused my buns to get hot. I was amazed it did not hurt very much and began to think God recognized I was a martyr and had lessened the pain but as it went on and on I noticed the sting on my buns was causing a tingle in my crotch which felt good. When I just moaned through a dozen or more of them he suddenly brought it between my legs so the ends hit my pussy. That made me scream but actually more from surprise than the additional pain because the tingle increased ten fold. He kept it up five times till he yelled, "God! I have to get rid of this hardon!"