The next slip I drew was to be whipped with barbed wire. He objected saying it would rip the skin from my body but I told him he could hit easy. Even then he only agreed if I took them untied so I could cover up if I forgot to yell "Mercy."
It was much worse than I expected the barbs were dull and ripped into my skin and when one lash set barbs into both nipples causing excruciating pain I yelled, "Mercy."
He wiped off the blood with a wet towel and I was ashamed of my cowardice when I saw little marks like insect bites and no stripes proving he had not hit hard.
I soobbed, "I'm sorry I was such a coward!"
In spite of that he must have felt guilty because he offered to let me whip him but I refused. It would ruin it for me for us to be equals.
He seemed relieved then said, "Is there anyone you would like to punish?"
"Oh God yes! There was a girl in school named Patty. She was mad that the girls had voted me head cheerleader and was jealous. She was always getting me in troube by telling lies about me. Once she even told the principal I had drugs in my locker. They dragged me out of class to open my locker to search it. The principal apologized when they didn't find anything and showed me the anonymous note he had received. I recognized Patty's hand writing. I told him she was a bitch and had just wanted me to get in trouble but he said there was no proof she had sent the note and even if she had it may have been an honest mistake because Patty was a model student who never got in trouble. Even though I was innocent he always suspected me. Once I had to strip in front of his ugly old secretary we suspected of being a lesbian so she could search me. She put her finger in my pussy then when she said she couldn't get deep enough to feel anything she put two fingers of each hand in my pussy and stretched it open so far I was afraid it may tear! I almost died of shame. I am sure Patty told them I hid drugs in my pussy."
"You could get even with her if you like. She sounds like the type of girl I was looking for when I found you. It might take a few days but I can bring her to you."
"Oh I couldn't. I am not brave like you. I am afraid the police might find out and arrest us. We would have to let her go eventually and I know she would go to the cops. She loves to snitch."
"We don't have to let her go. We can kill her or the man who killed my wife would pay us for her so he could sell her to white slavers in the orient. I still have his phone number."
"I couldn't kill her but the idea of her being forced to be a whore would really serve her right. She loved being a prickteaser and said that she could get boys so hot on a date they would have to run to the bushes or a bathroom to jerk off to relieve themselves."
It took him several days to catch her alone but he got her. When I heard his car I ran out to find her hog-tied on the floor of the backseat.
When she saw me she begged me not to let him do anything to her. She was in for a surprise. He had told me to be wearing clothes he had bought for me when she arrived because she would be more embarressed when she was stripped with both of us fully clothed. I loved being naked so waited for the last minute when I heard his car to put on the nice skirt and sweater he bought for me. My looking dressed nicely and healthy seemed to relieve her. In spite of being abducted she began chatting while he untied her. She said that she was really glad to see me because everyone had assumed I was dead or had ran away. They had called off the search for me. She grinned at me and said triumphantly, "I told everyone you had probably ran off with some man. Why did you have him bring me here? Did you miss me too?"
Then she whispered in my ear, "He is really old! Can he still make love to you?"
I said, "Better than you could possibly imagine."
She giggled then looked around at our house. "Wow. This is really crude isn't it. I have only seen log cabins in history books. Don't you get awfully bored up here in the boonies? I can't stay long I was just going shopping then to a movie."
It made me mad for her to sneer at the house that was perfect in it's environment. I decided to let her know right away I was not going to help her.
"You should help to keep us from getting bored. Remember when you caused me to be strip-searched? I want you to know how humiliating that was. Take off your clothes. All of them!"
"No way! I wouldn't let you see me naked let alone some dirty old man."
"You need to learn to be respectful and obedient."
Tom anticipated that I would want her restrained and stepped behind her to pull her arms behind her to snap on handcuffs. I held her while he looped a rope over a hook in the ceiling then tied it to her cuffs.
She bitched and threatened all the time she was being tied. As usual she lied. She said that if we took her home right now she would give us a break and not charge us with kidnapping.
When I just laughed she said, "Alright you bitch! I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail. You will probably like it. I know you are a lesbian. I saw you looking at the girls in the shower."
She really knew how to piss me off and that explained why some of the girls avoided me. She had probably told everyone I was gay.
When Tom pulled down on the rope to lift her arms she bent over yelling, "Stop that, you bastard! You are hurting me."
I just watched her until she began to whimper and plead to be let loose then I said, "You won't mind showing your legs. You showed as much of them as possible any time a boy was around."
I took off her belt and used it to hold her skirt at her waist. I was glad to see she was wearing tiny panties that bared much of her ass. She whimpered, "Put my skirt down. You are embarressing me."
"You are going to be a lot more embarressed when you beg us to let you strip for us."
I took Tom aside and told him big willow switches hurt more than any of the whips and offered to cut a couple of them but he said that he would do it so I could watch her suffer.
I said, "If you don't agree to strip we may have to punish you. Last chance."
She looked at me defiantly and said, "Do your worst dyke! I have been punished before. Dad spanked me once and I can stand it."
Tom returned and we began stripping off the leaves and twigs in front of her. Her eyes widened in fear and when Tom "Whished" the switch though the air she whimpered, "I have changed my mind. I will strip for you."
I grinned at her and said, "Too late bitch! I told you that you had one last chance and you blew it."
I told Tom to whip her thighs until she bled but not her butt because she said she could stand pain there. He tied her legs apart so we could get to her inner thighs.
She began to sob "No. No. don't do this to me."
We began hitting all over her thighs but concentrated on the inner thighs I knew was most tender.
We didn't get to make her bleed. She fainted after only about thirty lashes. It pissed me off. I felt she cheated me. I got a pot of cold water and threw it on her to make her come to, sputtering from the water that went up her nose.
As soon as she stopped blinking her eyes and could see me clearly caressing my switch she panicked and fought her ropes but she soon found out she could not get away. She whimpered, "Please don't hit me anymore. I'll do anything you want."