"You sure as hell proved it. As a reward I am going to buy you some new clothes tomorrow."
I told him that I thought that would be great and after thinking awhile finally admitted,
"Todd.. I don't know how to explain it but I didn't really prove anything. I didn't mind being whipped. Actually, it made me very excited and I know I will want you to do it again."
"The point is you agreed to it at my demand before you knew it would turn you on. I am glad you admitted it. I was pretty sure you were cumming at the end by the way you were panting and your stomach was pulsating. Did you know you were pushing out your pussy to meet the whip?"
"Oh God, Really? I must have no self-control at all! I was so out of it at the end I didn't know what I was doing. Do you think I am crazy?"
"Well if you are I sure don't want you to be cured."
By this time I was home so he gave me a deep kiss and walked me up to my house. Mom evidently decided I could be trusted as she was not waiting up for me.
I stood in front of my mirror stroking lotion over my body where a few welts had formed when the lashes crossed over each other. My clitoris was still tingling from a thong that had hit directly on it. Just a gentle touch made me become excited and I fell into bed where I played with myself having fantasies of being whipped until I went to sleep.
In the morning I jumped out of bed to inspect myself in the mirror. I was actually disappointed that I had no marks to prove what I had been through. I actually began to wonder if the whole thing had been a dream.
After school Todd told me I had made his friends so horny they had rushed to their girl-friends to get laid. That made me proud I was able to excite them so much and glad the experience had been real. I told him that there was no damage to my skin and that I had not been sure it had really happened."
"It happened alright and I want to reward you."
As my reward for making his friends envious he took me to the fanciest women's store in town. I had never been in it for any time because the sales girls intimidated me and the first price tag convinced me I could not afford anything in it.
They knew Todd and followed us as he led me into a fitting room. It was huge with mirrors on all the walls. I was used to the tiny cubicles in K-Mart and Penney's. This was magnificent.
Without ceremony he pulled my sweater over my head and slipped off my skirt so I was standing naked in the center of the room. Then he told them to measure me and bring in some bikini bathing suits and some sexy clothes for parties.
I quickly became used to being naked since the sales-girls seemed to think it was normal for me to be naked with a man in the room. I eventually began to enjoy it since they complimented me as they dressed and undressed me as if I was a mannikin instead of human. The man that brought in shoes didn't seem to notice I was nude. I consoled myself for his lack of admiration by assuming he was homosexual. He bought two bikinis one for the public beaches and the other for private pools. The private one just had a tiny triangle to barely cover my pussy with strings going up the crack of my butt and around my waist. The top was just two pieces of cloth big enough to cover my nipples with tiny strings to hold them in place.
For nights he bought two metallic skirts and halters in gold and silver, and a black leather skirt with leather bra.
I don't know how many outfits I tried on for him. He rejected anything that was not sexy. He was becoming bored when they brought in a white spandex mini-dress. I swear a pimple would have made an outline in it. It was skin-tight. He came over and pinched my nipples till they got hard to see the effect. He evidentally liked it as he told them we would take it and to bring in another and a pair of scissors so he could make some alterations.
He cut out the top till my breasts were showing almost to the nipples. Then he cut an oblong piece out of the front which left most of the bottoms of my breasts showing and a bare midriff clear down to the top of my pussy. then he had me turn around and cut the back out so I had cleavage at the back from the crack of my butt.
He had me turn around a few times then folded the skirt up till it was just covering my butt and pussy.
By this time there was so little material left it became loose at the top so he had them get some string so he could lace it up to pull it tight against my breasts.
He was finally satisfied and said,
"Okay. Hem up what I cut and add some button holes to thread elastic string through and it should be good."
"Yes sir. That was an expensive dress. It might have been better for us just to give you some cloth for your design."
"I don't give a shit about cost. Are you criticizing me?"
"Oh no sir. It will be beautiful."
"Alright. Have that ready by friday. We are going to a party. Let's get out of here Terry. I am bored."
When we got out to the car I thanked him for the clothes but told him I couldn't take them home as I wouldn't be able to explain where I got them to mom.
"You are a little late thanking me. You could have thanked me when I paid for them. It is going to be a pain in the ass keeping your clothes for you."
"Yes I know. I am sorry. Maybe you should give me a spanking for being so much trouble. Spankings just hurt. It won't be exciting like a whip."
"Yeah you are right. We can't go to my place my folks are home. We will just go into the woods."
It seemed we walked for miles into the woods before he found what he was looking for. It was a splintery log that had fallen to be my waist high. Actually it was probably not that far but the anticipation and excitement made it seem longer.
"I don't have any rope with me. You will just have to bend over that log."
I did not have to be told to undress while he looked for something to spank me.
I was laying over the splintery bark log reminding myself I would have to remain very still while being spanked if I didn't want splinters all over my stomach and breasts. He returned with a willow switch almost as tall as he was.
"How many lashes should I give you?"
"Oh God. That is going to hurt. I know! Once I dented my Dad's car and he was so mad he used a switch smaller than that to whip my butt and it hurt bad even though I was wearing shorts. I am afraid to commit myself to any number. I will take as many as you want to give me. The pain will prove how much I love you."
"Alright. Try to keep quiet. Sound travels like crazy in the woods."
The willow switch did not have the wind resistance of the whip and also concentrated the pain in a small area. I forgot all about my concern over the splintery log as I lunged back and forth with each spank that caused terrible pain as it sunk into my flesh. Incredibly I was able to transform even this terrible pain to excitement once he started hitting the lower part of my butt near my pussy. The pain and excitement finally became too great and I screamed. He stopped hitting me immediately but when I started to rise from the log he pushed me forward again and started fucking me dog-fashion which caused my lower stomach to crash into the splinters.
I must have came at least three times before he did. When he fell back to the forest floor I simply slid off the log to lay beside him.
When we recovered he looked at my ass and told me that I would have some welts but not too bad. He was concerned enough to say he would stop at the drug store and get some salve.
My breasts and stomach were itching and burning like crazy. I showed them to him and he said,
"Wow that is wild. You look like a pin cushion. You even have stickers in your nipples! I guess I need to get a tweezers too."