He said, "I am sorry I hit so hard you had to pass out. Do you hate me?"
I thought it would be better for him to think I suffered that much for him so I didn't tell him the orgasm had caused it.
No. I love you. I just hope I was conscious long enough to satisfy your dream."
"God Yes. I was still hitting you after I came. You totally drained me. No-one would believe my girl could be so brave."
I felt a little guilty. Only the first few lashes required bravery from them on I welcomed the pain.
"I am not your girl. I am your slave. No. More than that I am your love slave. A slave might have to be forced to please you. I will do anything willingly to make you happy."
He hugged and kissed me then said, "I guess I am your slave too because I could never find anyone to replace you."
I snuggled against him happy to have convinced him that I was impossible to replace.
I began to play with his dick but he said to forget it and needed a shower.
We took a shower together and he gently washed me. It seemed strange that a man who had hurt me so much could be so gentle and loving.
After our shower he told me he had given the servants the weekend off so he would make breakfast. We were dying of thirst after all the sweating we had done so we gulped water and then he made drinks of vodka and orange juice. I offered to make breakfast but he said he made a great omelette and told me to wake my Mom.
When I went up to our room the door was locked. I pounded on it to wake her then told her breakfast was almost ready and to come down.
In a little while she came down wearing her bathrobe that covered her from her neck to her ankles. She seemed to avoid looking at us when she accepted her drink but I just thought that she had become bashful and it embarrassed her to have Bill and I naked.
She gulped her drink and part of another then just picked at the great omelette Bill had made.
Suuddenly she began to whimper then blubbered, "Bbill could you take me home?"
"Mom! Why do you want to go home! Dad expects you to be with me. if you go home I will have to."
I know but I can't stay. I feel guilty and ashamed. I drank too much and your father has not made love to me for awhile but that is no excuse for my terrible behavior. I let the men at the club fondle my body to excite me then came back here to betray my husband and seduce my only daughter's boyfriend. Sue! You should hate me!"
Bill calmed her by saying, "What you did is natural. After all you were wearing a sexy dress to encourage the men to fondle you and you were in a hugely sexy situation. If you feel guilty. Your husband spanks you sometimes maybe you could give him an excuse to spank you hard to make amends."
She looked at me surprised that I would tell Bill her secret but then said, "Maybe you are right. He has a fantasy of tying me to a tree and whipping me with a whip he made by braiding leather shoelaces together. He said it would not hurt much more than the little strap he used but I have refused. That is why we have not had sex. If I let him maybe it would relieve my guilt."
While they were talking I began to think about it. She was right! She had seduced Bill. She was the one that started it all by showing her boobs and not arguing about hiding them. I also remembered how hurt I was when he fucked her first. I also agreed she had betrayed my Dad and I stress,"My" who had always worked hard to provide for us.
I said sternly, "No! That is not enough. You know you don't mind being spanked. Dad's little whip will probably just excite you. You know he never hits hard. You should be strung up and whipped like they treated adulteresses in the old days!"
"Oh God! You do hate me. You are right! I should be punished severely for my actions. Could you forgive me if I am whipped?"
"Yes as long as you agree it should be done. I should not have to force you. You should want it so you can be completely forgiven."
"You're right. I do want you to do it. Both of you. If your dad was here he could do it too but I promise as soon as I am home I will ask him to use his whip on me. Bill do you have a belt or something?"
Before he could answer I said, "No. It should be more like a whip. Do you have a willow tree?"
"Yeah, there is one behind the house."
"Good. Mom get a cleaver from the kitchen and cut two switches. Make them long to look like a whip."
She whimpered, "That will hurt awfully. My Dad used willow switches on me. Even on top of my cotton panties it hurt."
"It is supposed to hurt. Remember?"
She sobbed and started toward the door but I stopped her. "Wait. Take off your clothes.I want you to feel the air on your body and be aware of what is about to happen to it."
She sobbed and took off her robe to reveal the tiny bra and pantie set. I began to wonder if she had put on an act hoping to be forgiven just by confessing so she could have more sex. If she was sincere I would have expected her to be fully dressed under the robe or at least wearing her conservative bra and panties. Without prompting she took off the bra and panties looking ashamed then peeked around the door to make sure no-one was around before hurrying to the backyard.
When she was out of sight Bill said, "I am surprised anyone as sweet as you could be so mean. You aren't really going to hurt her are you?"
"Yes. She deserves it. If I ever betrayed you I would want to be whipped until I couldn't stand anymore and passed out."
You should tell her that so she will know she is not being forced into anything you would avoid."
When she came back she said, "I am sorry I took so long. It took awhile to find two straight ones the same length. Daddy always had me cut switches as tall as I was so I cut these the same. Are they alright?"
God yes they were. I expected her to cut much smaller ones. I told her to pull off all the twigs and leaves to make them look more like whips. I felt excited and powerful to have her prepare her torture instruments. They looked enough like the black snake whips in my dream to determine how she should be tied. Of course there were no rings in the floor so I had Bill drag a heavy coffee table under the chandelier.
When she was done with the switches that were now whips she humbly gave one to Bill and then to me. I still wanted to make her prepare her own torture. so I told her to tie her ankles to the coffee table then tie the other stockings around her wrists.
I was curious about how she would do it.There was plenty of slack in the stockings if she wanted she could just tie the ends to the legs and her ankles to keep her legs together but she didn't ask if that would be alright she just wrapped the stocking around her right ankle and table leg then spread her left leg about four feet over to the other table leg to tie it the same way. By the time she finished with her wrists she was trembling and her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. Bill raised the chandelier until the legs of the coffee table lifted slightly. Her arms were not only supporting her weight but about half of the heavy marble coffee table. It had a marvelous effect on her body. At her age she naturally had a little sag in her boobs that disappeared completely, her stomach sunk in and her waist narrowed. She looked so great I got the mirror to show her.
Her comment was, "Yes it looks good and it will soon be covered with red stripes as testament for my sin as it should be."
"What makes you think it will be covered with stripes. I never said we would hit your front."