By friday I began to have mixed feelings. Although I eventually got great orgasms I remembered all the pure pain before I got to that point. I finally decided that I had no choice anyway so I should give in to it to get to the point of orgasm sooner. I was at his house promptly at six.
He met me at the door with his shirt off and his tight black jeans. Just seeing his muscle that would soon be working as he lashed me caused a tingle in my clit. I was anxious to get started because the tiny orgasms I got from masturbation during the week just frustrated me now that I knew the absolutely crushing ones. I had gotten in the habit of getting naked as soon as I got home to work out and began to love the look of my body. All my former modesty was gone so I faced him while I slowly removed my clothes so I could savor his compliments.
When he came to me with my cuffs I took them from him then spread my legs even more than before to put on the ankle cuffs enjoying the fact I was preparing myself for the pain.
I put on my wrist cuffs and offered my wrists to him to attach the rope and pull me up and moaned, "Tighter!" until I was stretched to the ultimate.
I realized that I was obviously a willing participant to put on my own wrist cuffs and to open my legs so wide but I had begun to feel guilty that I was enjoying my punishment and wanted it to start as soon as possible. I actually hoped it would hurt too much this time for me to orgasm so I could feel normal.
When I was stretched he showed me something new.
"The judge said I did a good job on you last time but he wanted to make it easier to count the lashes so he suggested I use this whip."
This one was also a braided length of leather about three feet long but it had been braided tighter to make it stiffer and had a knot on the end. It looked really mean.
"Oh wow! that will really hurt, won't it?"
It isn't as bad as it looks. It is very flexible and light but since it is thinner it will probably go a little deeper and the knot will make a definite blotch to make them easier to count. Unfortunately I won't be able to make one lash look like two even if I wanted to."
"Oh God. Please don't hit my breasts or crotch with it till toward the end." It did not even occur to me to ask him not to hit me there since I knew that excruciating pain was what I needed if I was to be truly punished but I wanted to work up to it gradually with pain to less sensitive areas. Looking back on it I know that I was hoping I could get orgasms even to horrible pain if I was brought to it gradually. The lashes to my butt, thighs and stomach would be like foreplay.
"I can do that. Let me know when you are ready for them."
He brought one across the back of my thigh. As usual the first few hurt really bad to make me scream and the knot made an extra pain. The pain was bearable to the point I could count the lashes. He put them on from the middle of the back of my thighs up to my shoulders closely spaced so he could get twenty two lashes there without overlapping. They just hurt without bringing on the excitement so I was happy to see him move to start on my front.
He started just below my breasts as I watched the stripes and blotches from the knot going down my body in the mirror with rising excitement. At my hips the stripes went across my lower stomach until just above the slit of my pussy then my thighs protected my cunt as continued down to the middle of my thighs.
He stopped and asked if I was ready to have my breasts done. I was panting and trembling so much from the excitement I could not speak. I just moaned and nodded my head.
He put five stripes across them with the whip burying itself in the skin then stepped in front of me to bring the whip forehand and backhand with just the knot hitting my nipples. The pain was unreal and I began a series of orgasms.
He went behind me and then I saw a blur as the tip came between my legs to make my pussy lips jerk out of shape. I just howled and came for the next four then dropped my head in total exhaustion.
He let me hang there throbbing and moaning while he took my pictures then let me down to lay on the floor while I lightly caressed my burning nipples and pussy.
When I had calmed enough to sit up he devastated me by saying, "I have bad news. I counted the stripes and there is only forty five. I thought I would put on five more stripes vertically."
"Oh God no! I can't take anymore. It isn't fair! You hit me fifty times."
"Yeah but the ones to the nipples and pussy did not leave stripes and those were for you. You needed them to get off. Besides, you owe them. You didn't get fifty the first time. I will make it exciting for you."
What he said was true but I dreaded those last five because I knew they would just hurt.
He went to a big closet and dragged out a table with folding legs. When it was set up he had me lie on my back then tied my arms and legs to the table legs. I began to cry just in anticipation of what was going to happen to me. To my surprise he dropped the whip and went over to a drawer. He came back with a thick pillow and a rubber penis that looked as if it was covered with warts. He turned a switch at the base then held it against my nipple so I could feel it vibrate.
"I will get you excited with this so you won't mind the lashes so much."
He jammed the pillow under my butt to raise my pussy high enough for me to see it then began rubbing the wildly exciting dildo lightly between the lips for awhile before pulling my lips apart with his fingers till he could get the huge head vibrating on my clit. I yelped as it felt like electrical shocks on it then I began to flow pussy juice and he started pushing it in to thrill me as it stretched my channel while vibrating. When all eight inches were in he began sliding it in and out pushing forward to make the bumps rub on my clit. He kept it up until I was sweating and panting as I strained to pump my hips. Just before I went into orgasm he pulled it out to stand between my legs to bring down the whip with the knot hitting my breasts and the lower part burying itself in my pussy. When the next one hit my nipple I went into devastating orgasms.
When he finished the front of my body looked like the ribs of a folding paper fan with stripes going from the crack of my pussy to all of the skin of my breasts.
He took pictures while I was still on the table vibrating with aftershocks.
He said, The judge will have no doubt now I give you the whole fifty. You can count them easily. From now on we won't have to prove anything. We might be able to give you a few less.
When he let me up from the table I was so grateful he was doing his best to keep my punishment to a minimum that I hugged and kissed him. To my surprise he pushed me away. I didn't understand, it did not seem possible for him not to be excited by my nudity and whipping me. I had to know why.
"Ted, You know I am grateful you try to minimize my punishment and help me have orgasms. You really excite me. Don't you want to have sex with me?"
"I would love to, but I am afraid I may fall in love with you and not be able to continue your punishment. It makes me sick to think you may have to have it done by the guards. They are really mean. They aren't satisfied till their victims bleed."
That really scared me. "I understand. Thank you for protecting me from them. If you have to hurt me more to keep the judge satisfied I will understand."
He told me he was glad I appreciated what he was doing then helped me dress to leave.
I was a little disappointed I did not get my cool bath or salve but I had seen the name of the salve he had used so I stopped at a drug store on the way home to get a couple of tubes. I was anxious to get home to get my clothes off because I was so tender the cloth just irritated me.