We finally arrived at his cabin. It was really a large house. The only thing to justify calling it a cabin was the fact it was made of logs. I went inside while he went out to the barn to find some rope.
He came back in tieing halter ropes together to make one long rope.
"I couldn't find enough rope to tie you spread-eagled. I just have enough to throw over the ceiling beam and tie your hands above your head. He threw the rope over a large log going across the living room about ten feet over my head. I took off my clothes and went over to him holding my hands together in front of me to be tied. He pulled my hands up and took the end of the rope over to a bannister to make a knot. The rope was a little short so I ended up with my toes barely brushing the floor. My body was stretched tight as I hung there and he had to stop for a minute to admire the effect on my body.
"Remember Kathy. I will ignore your screams and protests. if you really want me to stop say 'Mercy' or let your head fall on your chest. Now take a deep breath, here comes the first one."
That's when I found the instrument was not the real factor. He hit easy to just leave pink lines across my tummy. He kept on that way on up to my breasts until I became very excited and yelled, "Harder! Hit Harder!"
I felt this horrendous pain across the cheeks of my ass. It felt as if red hot rods were digging into my flesh and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I continued to scream at each lash as He covered my back, butt and thighs. When he moved to my front he started at my thighs and worked up. The lashes to my stomach nearly knocked my breath out and I was so hoarse from screaming by the time he got to my tits I could only gasp and moan.
Suddenly I realized he had stopped.
"God You are magnificent! You only have five to go. Spread your legs."
"Oh God no. No! I can't." But even as I was whimpering this my legs were opening. When they opened enough he brought the whip up from the floor My pussy and asshole exploded in pain as the knots on the end felt as if they would rip out my anus. I snapped my legs together and rubbed my thighs together to try to alleviate some of the pain. I opened my eyes and saw Bobby standing there in front of me with a wild look in his eyes. I defiantly spread my legs as far as I could and left them open in spite of the pain of the next lash. Thank God nature does not allow such pain to continue. My nerve endings were deadened and I was still holding my legs open when he gently pushed them together and untied me.
He carried me over to the couch and began putting salve on me while kissing and licking my welts.
"Oh God. Bobby, I hurt so much! I didn't cum Bobby! I didn't even come close, it hurt so bad. Did you give me all fifty?
"Yes. I didn't plan to but you never said 'Mercy' and I couldn't tell if your moans were from the pain or from orgasms."
"No I didn't cum! It was all pain and I did it for you. Would anyone else love you enough to do that for you?"
"God no. I have to admit I came though. You made me so excited I was jerking off with my left hand while I was whipping you with my right.
"That's great. I wanted to get you excited. I was afraid you might get turned off if I screamed too loud. I want to see my body. Where is a mirror? "
I had trouble walking. My muscles had evidentally cramped as I tightened them in an effort to fight the whip. Bobby helped me to the mirror and turned on a bright light.
My body was a mess. It was covered with hundreds of ugly welts and some of them were oozing blood. Bobby thought a nice warm bath would help. He massaged my muscles as the soothing bath with a lot of bath oil soothed my welts. We stayed as late as We could on a school night. I didn't want my Mom or Dad to get out of bed to wait for me if I was late.
They were both in bed when I got home and sank into the cool sheets. I was exhausted and went right to sleep.
Bobby called me in the morning to make sure I was all right. I was happy he cared and told him I was fine. This was not completely true I was still pretty sore and it was obvious I couldn't wear underwear. I disappointed the boys in school by wearing a loose angora sweater and an old soft cotton skirt. I couldn't stand the waistband pressing into the welts so I just zipped it up about three fourths of the way and used a large safety pin to hold the waistband together loose enough for the skirt to just be held up by my hips. This made the skirt longer and I am sure my Mom was surprised to see me so demurely dressed now that she was used to the open blouses.
The boys were disappointed. If I didn't have welts on my stomach I would have lifted my arms to pull up the sweater to show how the skirt was hanging way below my belly-button and just above my pussy.
By the end of the first class it was obvious I could not sit on those hard wooden chairs all day so I went to the nurse and said I had P.M.S and wanted to go home. She gave me a pass to go home. By that time both my folks were at work so I could get naked.I alternated between cool baths and applications of salve for the rest of the morning. By noon I no longer hurt anywhere although I had a lot of long skinny bruises that really showed up now that my skin was back to white. I admired them in the mirror very proud I had been avble to withstand the pain without saying "Mercy." About one o'clock I remembered my clothes were ready and went down to Mr. Manchu's.
I was relieved to see Mr. Manchu and Mr. Beauchene were not there. Mr Manchu's wife volunteered the information that they were out of town to buy more material.
She brought out my clothes, They looked beautiful and I asked her where I could try them on.
"Right here. No-one can come in unless I let them."
I was hesitant to let her see my welted body but then I remembered that both her and her daughter were whipped on occasion. She should understand. I pulled off the sweater and dropped the skirt to my ankles.
"Oh my. Someone really did a job on you. What did you do to deserve this?"
When I explained that I had volunteered for it to prove my love she understood completely.
"Yes I know. I have done the same for Mr. Manchu. He thinks I am his slave but actually he is mine. He could never replace me and he knows it. Every time he punishes me or my daughter he always more than makes up for it with love and presents. Speaking of my daughter. Mei Ling, come in here I want to show you something.
She came in and looked at me awesomely as she traced the weals lightly with her fingers from my butt, to my pussy and then on my breasts. When her mother told her I had volunteered for the whipping she was obviously impressed.
"My gosh, you must be awfully brave. Strong too. Mom only had to take thirty lashes with the 'Cat' and she was in bed for two days.
The clothes were beautiful and fit perfectly. Unfortunately they were too tight to wear on my tender skin. He had also ordered some additional things I did not know about. Ten pairs of "G" string panties, some tiny short shorts with the waist cut so low they barely covered the crack of my ass, and a couple very unusual things. One was a bra that she turned inside out to reveal sharp tacks on the underside.
"This is a gift from my husband. He calls this a posture improver. If you don't keep your shoulders back and your tits up it will puncture the bottom of your breasts. Actually it is impossible to move very much without being stuck."
Then she showed me some panties. They looked like standard bikini panties of thick silk till she turned them inside out.
They had hundreds of tacks all over.
"Sometimes he has me wear these after he has spanked my ass and pussy to keep the pain alive. The only way they are bearable is when you are standing perfectly still with your legs apart. If you walk or sit down you are punctured. If he feels especially mean he will have me jog in the panties and bra. It is even worse to have to ride the stationary bicycle."