He turned to me and said, "I am going to hit you on the front of your thighs which is not particularly sensitive. When you have braced for it just say "Now." You have thirty seconds."
He began to count slowly. When he got to fifteen I said "Now!" Grateful he had not picked my inner thighs or worse, my pussy."
It hurt awful. I screamed "Oww! That hurts terribly."
"Yes. Now that you know how it feels I want you to say, 'Please hit my left breast.' You have thirty seconds. I let twenty go by before I realized as bad as the paddle was the shaft would be worse. I sobbed and said plaintively, "Please hit my left breast."
It was even worse than my thigh. I screamed then looked down to see my breast was very red with purple dots where the holes had let the skin pop though.
He let me cry for awhile then said, "Let me know when you want me to hit your right breast."
It took all my nerve but at least this was the last. Before he started counting I raised my head defiantly and said, "Please hit my right breast. You bastard."
It was just as bad or worse than my left. I hung there sobbing for several minutes before I stopped and they let me down to rest in a big chair in the corner while I tried to soothe my throbbing and aching breasts by caressing them gently. Both nipples had hickeys on them and were standing out like little hardons.
The man put the whips in a sack then they went out of sight. when they came back the man was carrying another sack.
They came back in my room and I got up to put on my dress assuming we were leaving but Joe told me to sit back down.
The man said, "Joe told me that you were unable or unwilling to get his dick down your throat for a really good blow-job and that you had refused anal sex. We have decided to help you overcome your objections."
I said, "I can't get his dick down my throat. It makes me gag and anal sex seems disgusting."
"You will love anal sex once you have tried it and I have a skinny dick to get you used to swallowing it. Now get on your hands and knees. I had learned not to object as I watched them undress although I was hurt that Joe would let this man use me.
When the man was naked I saw that his dick was skinnier than Joe but it made up for it in length. It had to be over eight inches long. He walked out then returned carrying four of the little pussy whips. Even though the one used on me just brought on excitement I cringed at the idea of even more whipping.
I whined, "Please don't whip me anymore. My boobies and pussy are still throbbing with pain."
"Trust me. You will love this."
He handed Joe a tube of lubricating jelly he began to spread on his dick. Just the thought of what they were going to do had excited them. I stared at their hard dicks with a combination of dread and excitement.
Joe knelt behind me and I felt the head of his dick pressing on my tiny puckered anus still sensitive from the whip that had wrenched it out of shape. He slapped my ass really hard and told me to relax my ass muscles. I did and felt this stretching sensation as the head burrowed into my tiny hole. It really stretched and there was some pain as his dick was bigger than any turd I had ever expelled and it was going the wrong way. The front of his body came up against my ass just as the man bent down his spring hard dick to push it into my mouth.
He grabbed a handful of my hair to pull my head forward but when the head hit my throat I gagged so he told Joe to get into rhythm with him so they were both pushing at the same time. Suddenly I felt blinding pain on both breasts as he used both hands to bring the ends of the lash onto my nipples. I screamed around his dick and he said, "Your tit-whipping will stop when your nose is buried in my pubic hair."
Then my pussy exploded as Joe brought the ends of his whip into it. At each thrust the whips hit my breasts and pussy until my body was overloaded with sensations. I happened to swallow just as the man pushed his dick in my mouth and found that was the secret as his dick slid down my throat until my nose hit his body. Now I could concentrate on all the sensations and rapidly went into orgasms. The man lied about stopping my tit-whipping when I could take his dick down my throat but I didn't care I was loving the extra sensations of pain.
The man came first but he left his slowly softening dick in my mouth until Joe dropped his whips to grasp my waist to push as much of his dick into me as possible while cumming.
We just kind of fell to the floor in a heap to get our breath. When we had calmed the man said we were really sweaty and took us to a big shower. We washed each other and it felt wonderful to have their soapy hands running over my body.
When we left I had never felt so alive. I could feel every caress of the silk dress as I moved and even the slight breeze going up my dress to my still throbbing pussy. I couldn't resist caressing myself on the way home in spite of the fact other cars could have seen me.
Joe grinned at me and said, "I am glad to see you are still turned on. Some of the things he did to you seemed to cause a lot of pain. Are you mad at me for putting you through all that."
"No. It is alright. My orgasms made up for it but please don't use the fiberglass whip unless you get mad at me. It hurts terribly. I am surprised at you and a little hurt that you would share me with another man."
"The key thing there is that I chose to share you. If I should ever catch you with anyone else without my permission I will kill both of you. I love you very much and will only share you when I am sure we will both enjoy it."
"I admit I enjoyed most of it. There were a lot of firsts. I have never stripped in front of a strange man before or had sex with two men and I have never felt as helpless as I did on that "X" frame. I could not move at all to avoid anything."
"Yes I liked seeing you on it. I ordered one for you. It will be delivered sometime next week."
We agreed that I had received enough pain for one day so we spent the rest of the evening just licking and caressing each other and making slow gentle love. It was very nice but it lacked the fantastic excitement of being whipped. In order to cum I had to fantasize about being hung from the ceiling in my high school gym while the whole football team took turns whipping me while the girls and teachers cheered them on.
While he was sleeping I dwelled on my fantasy while I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit when a memory came out of nowhere that I must have blocked out for years. I lied about never stripping in front of a strange man before.
I remembered that I was eleven years old because my folks were still giving me birthday spankings and my birthday had been the day before. I had received my first good jewelry and was showing my necklace and matching bracelet to the other girls in class. I had been warned to keep quiet by the teacher and when I kept talking he sent me to the principal. A lot of the girls including me had a crush on the principal because he looked like Clint Eastwood and we had seen his heroic movies.
He said that I had a choice of five days detention for an hour or a spanking. it seemed better to get it over with quickly so I chose the spanking. Then I had another choice to make. he handed me a heavy wooden paddle and a leather strap and told me to choose the one I wanted used on me.
The paddle was very heavy and I was sure it would bruise me so I chose the strap.
He said that it might not be appropriate because it was too light to be used on top of clothing. If I was wearing a skirt it could just be lifted but since I was wearing a jumpsuit it would have to be taken off and that might offend my modesty.