"You just said whip instead of spank! Did he go further than just spanking?"
Well it was just spankings for quite awhile. I really did my best not to make mistakes so it didn't happen more than once or twice a week. It was not that I minded the punishment. It seemed to turn me on more and more. What kept me trying hard was the guilt about being naked in front of someone other than Jim."
"Oooh naked! That sounds exciting. How did that happen?"
"I went to work in a dress with a full skirt and a crinoline slip. I don't remember now what mistake I made but I was in for a spanking. He tied me over his desk and pulled off my panties but every time he hit me I would jump and the slip and skirt would fall back over my butt. After about the third one he got tired of that and told me to take off my dress and slip. I knew that all I would have had to do was take off the slip and the skirt would have stayed up but for some reason the idea appealed to me. He seemed a little surprised when I took off my bra too since he hadn't asked me to do that. I remember I felt guilty or embarrassed or both and put one arm over my beasts and the other hand over my crotch as I stood there getting more excited by the minute waiting for his next order. He told me to put my arms to my sides or he would tie them behind my back. I was relieved! He provided the excuse I needed to show everything.Now I got even more excited while I stood there in front of him in the brightly lit office. He inspected me like a buyer in a slave auction squeezing the muscles in my thighs, patting my butt and lifting and kneading my breasts. I was getting very wet in my crotch when He told me to stretch my arms over my head. When I did he told me my breasts looked even better that way and asked me if I had noticed any changes in the office. I looked around and finally noticed a hook in the ceiling and some rings in the floor. He told me that he was a little tired of the way I jumped around and spoiled his aim when he spanked me so he thought it might be better if I was tied hand and foot. Oh God Kathy. It sounded just like the picture in my book! I went over and stood under the hook in the ceiling while he went to his desk to get padded dog collars to put on my wrists and ankles. I looked down and saw there were three rings in the floor one between my feet and two others out to the side. I think he was testing me. He hadn't told me where to put my feet and when he came back to see me standing with my legs spread very wide to be by the outside rings he smiled and said. "Very good. You know you deserve this don't you?" I didn't want my voice to reveal how excited I was so I just nodded. I watched with growing excitement while he tied me and pulled my arms up over my head very tightly. I watched him as he started going behind me. When I was looking to the side I noticed for the first time that there was a full length mirror on the wall to my right. Kathy my body had never looked that great, ever! My breasts were high and tight and my stomach was sucked in till it looked concave. I was so proud of the way I looked I was wishing hundreds of people could see me. He began fore-handing and back-handing my buns as I watched in the mirror then began to bring the whip around like a windmill to hit the tender parts between the cheeks of my butt. I was just about to go into orgasm when he quit and said. 'Spanking doesn't seem to impress you anymore. I guess I need a new target." I didn't know what he was talking about until I realized that I had made no protest or squeals. My only reaction had been panting with a few moans as I tried to get over the edge into orgasm. He was standing in front of me pulling and pinching my nipples while he waited for my answer. I knew what he wanted and I did too. I moaned, 'Yes. Spank my breasts!' He looked surprised. I may have been wrong and he expected me to say my back or legs. 'When it comes to breasts I think it is whipping not spanking.' My chance to orgasm was slipping away so I said quickly, 'Yes whip them! Whip my tits very hard!" I don't know how many times he hit them, I was having one orgasm after another and when he stopped to cup my pussy in his hand I yelled, 'Yes, whip it too. Make me scream.' I don't know whether I screamed or not. I had this fantastic orgasm while my pussy was burning and passed out. I woke up later lying naked on his leather couch. I jumped up to look in the mirror to see if I was bleeding any where. Again I was just red and hot with this completely drained and satisfied feeling. When he came back in I had put my dress back on and stuffed my panties, bra, and slip into my purse. He told me that I had put in a full day and to go home. When I went out the door I looked at my watch and found out it was just past noon. It didn't seem possible it seemed as if the experience had lasted for several hours. After I got home I began feeling guilty again and cleaned the whole house. After you went to bed I offered to give Jim a blow-job. He was really pleased since I had never volunteered before and he hadn't asked me for one since I went to work."
"Oh that's sounds terribly exciting. It is even more thrilling to know you didn't even like him and he never fucked you. Tell me another story!"
"Oh no. It is your turn."
After that story my experiences didn't seem so bad so I told her how we had earned the tennis court. I left out the part about my being sold and having to fuck and suck all those people including women.
"Oh you were so lucky. How could they force those girls to go through all that?"
"They weren't forced. They volunteered. Considering what you have told me you might volunteer if the circumstances were right."
"Well...Maybe if I was a little drunk and I hadn't had any sex for awhile. Speaking of volunteering, my experiences with my job got worse because I became more and more guilty. He tied me up and whipped me a couple of more times when I made mistakes. My orgasms were so satisfying I could live without sex from Jim which made me feel even more guilty. Then weeks went by with no punishment. I finally made some mistakes on purpose but he either didn't notice or let them slide. Finally I needed the excitement so bad I made the cardinal sin of putting the wrong numbers in a contract and gave it to him first thing in the morning. When he went out for coffee at ten and didn't say anything I decided making a deliberate mistake that could get him in trouble was just too much and I found the contract and corrected it. When he came back I told him I had made a mistake and corrected it and asked him if I would be punished. He completely humiliated me by saying. 'You know that isn't punishment to you. You love it and have orgasms by it. Isn't that true?' God Kathy, this was terrible. I had forgiven myself for the excitement with the rationalization that I was forced into it. I had blamed him for the punishment and my reaction to it and now he was taking it away. I couldn't answer him I just began crying as he went on. 'I know you feel guilty about enjoying the whipping and in making deliberate mistakes to get them. I will relieve your guilt in two ways. I made a credit check on you and I know you can't afford to quit especially since I am giving you another raise. In addition to this from now on I will hurt you for no other reason than the fact that I feel like doing it. I know that you know your job well enough now not to make mistakes. If you make any from now on I will just cut your salary rather than whip you. Can you live with this?" I told him I could through my sobs and he said, 'I anticipated your answer. I have no appointments today. Go lock the door and put out the closed sign.
When I got back he had me undress and kneel in front of him while he sat in his chair. He let me kneel in front of him for a long time keeping me in suspense and then said, 'I an going to whip the inner portions of your breasts. To make it easy for me you will pinch your nipples and pull them out to the sides.' I did as I was told and he back handed and forehanded my breasts so hard I had to pinch my nipples very hard to keep them from being torn from my fingers as my breasts swung violently with each lash. He kept doing it till he saw I was about to go into orgasm. I was very frustrated as I felt my excitement and near orgasm slipping away. While I was calming down he said, 'I feel like doing something old- fashioned. Did your teachers ever spank your hands with a ruler?' When I shook my head he continued, 'No? Well this won't be quite the same anyway. Here take this.' He handed me an eighteen inch wood ruler. While I felt it's hardness and weight. He went on. 'That used to really sting on the palms. We are going to use it on your nipples. Do you know why I said, we?' When I shook my head again he went on. "Because you will be helping. You will grasp the bases of your breasts to make them hard and to make your nipples stay in prominence and remain in one position. I really do not know how much this will hurt. If you can't stand it just let go of them and I will quit.' When I had squeezed my tits hard enough to satisfy him he had me turn so my side was to him and deliberately and slowly hit both nipples at once so hard the ruler dug deeply into my tits. It hurt terribly and I don't know why I didn't let go on the first one but even this began to get me terribly excited."