When he finished with the tops I had perfectly straight lines across them. They seemed hot and swollen. He helped me up and led me over to the couch to lean back for the ones to the bottoms. I kept pain alive with a steel grip on my nipples and when I leaned back I pulled them up and together to put my nipples next to my mouth.
That gave him an idea. He had me open my mouth and bite down on my nipples. While I held them in my teeth he pulled my arms down so I could get my fingers in my pussy. Bringing my arms down caused my boobs to pull down harder so I had to bite down more to keep them in my mouth.
He began hitting them and at each searing lash I would involuntarily bite them. In seconds I was cumming and what seemed like seconds later he had stopped whipping and was fucking me. He pulled one breast out of my mouth so he could chew and pull like a dog chewing a bone until he came and pulled out. I was so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I collapsed to the floor. When he got his breath he carried me to bed and I went to sleep.
We slept late. when we went downstairs Mom was making breakfast stark naked. When I asked how she was she said,
"I am fine. I stayed naked so you could see. I don't have any cuts anywhere. See?"
She turned slowly in front of us obviously enjoying our fingers tracing the still light red lines and feeling the still slightly swollen inner lips of her light red pussy.
"Isn't it amazing. Last night I was in so much pain I thought I might die but now it is barely evident that I was whipped. Not only that I feel great! All that pain seems to have relieved my guilt for every wrong thing I have ever done in my whole life.
I am glad I was such a slut because if I hadn't I wouldn't have been punished and would still be feeling guilty for not making my husband happy. I am going to honor my promise too. When I get home I am going to tell him he can use his whip on me even on my more sensitive places. Don't you see what a wonderful thing you did for me? Now I can do anything he wants because if it makes me feel guilty he can whip me until I forgive myself."
She was so enthusiastic about being whipped I was sure she had been brought to orgasm and wanted to see if she would admit it.
"Mom didn't the whipping get you sexually excited."
"No! Well it was a little exciting to be outside naked and to be tied but the whips just hurt until my guilt began to leave and then when you whipped my most guilty parts I felt an ecstacy that proved I was forgiven!"
"Couldn't that have been an orgasm?"
"No! I have been married a long time. I know what an orgasm feels like. This was nothing like it. It is impossible for me to explain. It must be like the people who are saved on the religeous programs on TV."
That proved she believed that God would reward total repentense and also that she had never received a really great orgasm. I let it drop and suggested we go swimming in their huge pool. She agreed to swim and sunbathe nude when Bill convinced her she was punished enough to indulge herself at least for the rest of the weekend especially since she would be punished again at home.
It was obvious she loved being naked outside in the sun and breeze. Evidentally Bill was satisfied we had been whipped enough so we just played and made love. Mom refused to be fucked saying that she had not been punished enough to betray her husband again but after he bought us another more conservative dress and took us to a great restaurent she decided it would be alright to give Bill a blow-job since she would not enjoy it. I was not sure of that. She dug at her pussy all the time she sucked him and swallowed his cum. She even licked her lips to get all of it.
Mom got a little sunburn to make even the harshest lines disappear. She said it didn't matter because she was never naked at home unless it was dark but I knew she was relieved she would not have to hide her body from Dad.
The next night Bill took us home. Mom ran to Dad with open arms and kissed him as if she had been gone for months.
She must have fucked his brains out because in the morning he looked tired but was all smiles and kissed her goodbye for the first time in months.
We went shopping and when I decided to get some nylon short shorts for running to keep in shape for Bill Mom got some too.
When Dad came home she was wearing them with a tight T-shirt. He couldn't resist patting her round silky bottom and when he did he said, "What is this? You don't have panties on under these. Don't you think that is a little naughty?"
She giggled and whispered something in his ear. He looked shocked then smiled.
They figited all through dinner and after Dad gave me some money and the car keys and suggested I go to a movie.
I knew then she had told him it was okay to whip her because I had always had to beg for the car keys.
I teased them by taking my time by showering then putting on black pants and shirt then a coat with a hood to hide my blonde hair. I was sure the tree he would want to tie her to was in a little canyon behind our house. Although our nearest neighbor was a long way off I was sure he would want her away from the road. I took some binoculars in case I could not sneak close enough to see them well.
I drove the car a little ways down the road and parked it behind some bushes. I got back just in time to see them coming out the back door.
There was more to his fantasy than she had told me and I realized he had done more than the simple spankings she had described because it was just too big a leap to this.
She was wearing a big dog collar with chains coming from it running down between her legs and back up to the collar. There was also a thick heavy chain hanging from her breasts. I picked up the binoculars for a closer look and shuddered in empathy to see the chain was hanging from spring clamps to her nipples and there was a rope running under her breasts to her collar to keep her breasts from hanging down.
I looked at her face and each step was making her wince. I looked down at her pussy and saw the other reason for wincing. The chains were buried in her pussy and ass-crack. I knew that each step would rub and pinch her clitoris.
I looked down at her feet and saw she was wearing the highest stilleto heels I had ever seen. She was walking on her toes and there would be no way she could walk down that rocky path without stumbling to cause the chain to jerk on her pinched nipples. Suddenly the chain jumped to make her gasp and moan and I realized he had snapped a small dog leash to the chain and was leading her by it. The jerk on her chain made her stumble to make it jump more. I swear her nipples stretched from the weight until they were as long as my thumbs.
I followed silently in my tennis shoes. It was easy to stay out of sight by travelling behind the bushes to the right of the path in the light of the moon.
As we went deeper in the canyon under trees it became much darker and I had to be careful not to stumble even with my tennis shoes. In her heels she stumbled a lot each time causing gasps or whimpers.
I was afraid it would be too dark for me to see anything but Dad had thought of that. There was four piles of wood and shavings. When he lit them it revealed a scene you might see in some pagan ceremony. Ropes with leather cuffs hung from the limbs of two trees and other ropes came from their trunks.
He took the chain off her nipples to cause a little shriek when the blood returned to them then unbuckled her neck collar to pull the chains out of her pussy. The way they glistened in the firelight made it plain how wet her pussy had become.
He dropped the chains into a leather bag and pulled out a whip. They must have developed some kind of ritual because she dropped to her knees to lean over to kiss his feet then straightened up to kiss the whip.