"Because you must. My bare tummy encouraged the men at the club, my bottom was fondled, my breasts helped to seduce Bill and my pussy begged for sex. All of them must suffer."
"I agree. If I betrayed Bill I would expect to be whipped terribly. How many lashes do you think it should take for you to be forgiven? I thought maybe fifty."
"Oh that will hurt terribly I have never taken more than fifteen but it may take even more to make my breasts and crotch totally red and to have stripes on my tummy and thighs."
"You don't think your butt should be hit?"
"Yes it should be covered completely. Stranger's hands were all over it."
"I don't think you need more than fifty to be forgiven."
"Maybe not but I must be able to forgive myself. No matter how I beg, you should not stop unless I am bleeding."
It suddenly occurred to me that she may be able to overcome pain with excitement and the numbing of nerves from repeated blows. She could end up looking braver than me. I became diabolical.
"Since you have never had more than fifteen we will just give you sixteen to each place then give you a break."
"Oh would you! That is more than I deserve. If you don't think I am suffering enough you can do more."
Bill got on one side an I on the other to alternate stripes on her butt. She squealed and tremored with each one. When we moved to the front with Bill hitting one breast and I the other she would howl in pain when the switch buried itself in her nipple but it would pop back out seeming to beg for more.
When we moved to her crotch we hit down diagonally bringing loud screams when the tip hit her rectum or entered the open gash of her pussy. When we quit it looked like she was wearing a diagonally striped bikini.
Her face had a wild look with glazed eyes. I could not tell for sure if she was in terrible pain or glorious orgasms but I was sure she was either in orgasm or very close when she begged us to continue.
I felt very evil but intoxicated by my power when I said, "Oh no mom. You have suffered enough for now. You should have a break."
We stepped back to watch her in fascination as tremors and shuddering breaths shook her body with a look of frustration on her face.
When her breathing returned to normal I told Bill to stripe her stomach while I striped the front of her thighs. She opened her eyes wide and shook her head but did not protest. She clenched her eyes and set her jaw when she saw our whips going back for the "Swish." through the air before the "Snap!" against her flesh. She screamed and I knew the break and the new area was causing great pain.
She seemed to be able to take the stripes to her stomach and thighs better her excitement increased very fast and to my amazement she even brought her hips forward when I was at the top of her thighs to let the lash cross the upper lips of her pussy.
Since that was what she seemed to want we moved to the back to stripe her thighs I let the tip hit her pussy and Bill did the same.
When we quit to watch her again she looked frustrated and was twisting and pumping her hips as if there was an invisible dick in her. Bill watched open-mouthed then said, "God! I need a drink!" I told him to bring drinks back for Mom and me.
While I was waiting for him I heard Mom moan, "Oh God I was so close!" This confirmed that she cpuld become excited by pain like me.
I gulped mine then pulled her head up to put the glass to her lips. She drank it as fast as I tilted the glass then took a deep breath and breathed out, "Is it over?"
"If you want it to be. There is still some white on your breasts and crotch. Look at yourself."
She stared groggily at herself then moaned, "The white parts are the under side of my breasts and the center of my pussy. That will hurt terribly. This time please don't stop until you are completely finished."
Bill said, "God! She can take more! It would be easier to hit those places if we let her down to lean back over the table."
I agreed and when Bill let down the chandelier I got a big pillow off the couch to raise her butt higher and let her breasts sag toward her face. She looked really obscene. Her pussy lips were open so wide you could see the pink inner parts and the bulge of her engorged clitoris. She was so wet her pussy juice was dripping onto her asshole.
That made me lose any compassion for her. When Bill asked if I wanted to do her breasts or pussy I chose her pussy. I planned to get screams at each lash.
Bill had untied her hands to get the chandelier out of the way. He told her to pull her breasts toward her face by her nipples. That let her know her nipples would not be hit and she pinched them to pull her tits forward until the skin was tight.
I told Bill to take his time and hit slowly so he could aim carefully but I really just wanted to torture her by making it last a long time.
I nodded to Bill to hit first and he brought one down just below her nipples. She just gasped and pulled her nipples even tighter
I stood between her legs and hit her right pussy lip with the tip hitting just above her pubic bone. I was gratified by a small scream.
The screams became louder when the lower part of the switch hit her pink parts to redden the area at her pubic bone.
I had a much smaller area to redden than Bill and should have quit sooner but my lashes were bringing on the screams. When Bill said one more lash would do it I don't think she heard him. She was gibbering and jerking on her nipples.
I decided to make the last lash memorable and brought the tip down directly on her clitoris. She screamed so loud veins popped out on her forehead then she just kind of went into convultions.
Bill and I were so excited we fucked before turning her loose. She was just limp so Bill carried her to bed and we used his salve on her while she moaned in her sleep.
We went back downstairs and mixed a drink then Bill picked up the switch and swished it through the air.
"Are you curious about the way this feels?"
"No. I could tell from Mom it hurts awful."
"I guess you would have to be really brave and love me a lot to hold out your tits by the nipples so I could whip them like your Mom."
Oh God. It was another test. I brought it on myself by having Mom cut the switches. I just wished she had cut smaller ones. I was not sure my special talent could convert that much pain to excitement.
"How many times did you hit Moms boobs?"
"Eighteen. Why?"
I shuddered and said quaveringly, "You can hit mine twenty."
"You know that will hurt a lot don't you?"
I had a dim hope that he would be satisfied just by my offer.
"Oh yes! Don't you want to do it?"
"I want you to ask me to do it."
I took a deep breath and said, "Please whip my tits while I hold them for you by my nipples."
"Good. We will do the tops first. Kneel and pull them out as far as you can."
I had one big advantage over Mom. I knew I would have sex when this was over. His dick was already hardening from seeing me abjectly kneeling and pulling on my nipples until my breasts formed cones.
He stepped back so he could use the whole length of the switch and rested the tip at the edge of my boob. He warned me to bend my head back so he wouldn't hit my face then I heard a "Whirr" and felt this white hot sting across both boobs. I looked down sure that they were cut and was surprised to see just a red line.The pain receded and I realized he was waiting for me to get my head out of the way so I leaned it back again. This time the pain began its familiar radiation to my clit helped along by the extra pain I was causing by my grip on my nipples as my boobs jerked from the switch.