Sherry

On the way back he said that when he graduated from high school he was going to move into the house hopefully with me. He said I could help him pick out furniture which seemed like an even greater commitment although saying he "Hoped I would be with him." left some doubt. I dreamed of living there and having him make love to me and made up my mind to please him at any cost.

I squeezed the hand toying with my pussy and said, "I love you so much! You'll see that I will do anything to please you."

He reminded me that everything about him was not good when he said, "Good. Do a good job of making your whips."

"I will but you won't need them. I'll be good."

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I asked her but she had doubts about being with him for a whole weekend. I was a little embarrassed when she called his mom and asked if I would be an imposition as if I was a little girl they would be babysitting.

I worked hard on my whips even doing them over to get the braids really tight on the handle of the thong whip. My folks were asleep by then so I took off my clothes to stand in front of my mirror then took a deep breath and held it as I swung it in front of my body to let the ends hit my ass. It stung but not as much as I feared but somehow it didn't look finished. I trimmed the ends to form an arrow shape then hit myself again. That left little arrow shaped welts on my butt. It only stung a little bit more and I thought the marks would let him know it was hurting me.

On the other whip I braided the laces so tight it was stiff and trimmed the knot at the end to form a small ball. It seemed to stiff to bend around me so I braced myself and hit downward at the inside of my left thigh. It hurt more than I expected causing a little yelp and left a red line on my tender i

I dropped it on the floor and stared at it wondering if I could stand the pain of several lashes. I thought about it while rubbing the welt until I looked down to see the red had faded. I decided I had over-reacted. It couldn't be too bad for the red to go away so soon.

He had told me he wanted to see the whips so the next morning I folded them to put in the bag he had bought realizing he had chose that one to be big enough to hold them. Since I was going to school I put on the bra he had bought me that compressed my breasts to make a tight cleavage and put on some panties that was just string with a vee for my pussy I tied tightly around my hips. then put on a sweater and skirt full enough to pull up to let my bare butt cheeks rest on the seat.

He picked me up to take me to school and immediately asked if I had finished the whips. I pulled them out and he seemed pleased. He felt them as if they were pet snakes. We were in our driveway so long I was afraid my Mother would come out to see if there was something wrong. Just before I voiced that fear he gave them back to me and backed out.

At a stop sign he said, "You should make them soft with the oils from your skin." He took the ski

By the time we got to school I was so excited I was panting and moaning right at that terrible, wonderful feeling just before orgasm.

When he parked I hugged and kissed him causing even more sensations and said, "To hell with school. Take me somewhere and fuck me. I need you terribly."

"No. This is test day. But hold that thought because after school we will go up to my house and fuck our brains out."

He removed the whips and put them in my bag. I really missed them. They were now instruments of pleasure rather than pain.

It was really hard to concentrate at school even though the whips were gone I could still seem to feel them. That and his promise of great sex kept me excited and made the day seem endless.

Finally the final bell rang and I ran to his car to wait for him. We left the parking lot but a little down the road he pulled into a deserted park and said, "Would you like to soften the whips?"

"Oh God. Yes!"

This time he did it differently. He undid the bows of my panties and took them off then slid the ski

By the time we reached the house I was having multiple climaxes.

He took my whips away then kissed me and told me to get out and take off my clothes. I walked to the house naked, hugging the whips that had given me so much pleasure.

I was disappointed he was still in his clothes and when we went in his attention was diverted from me as he said, "Oh good. They have delivered The couch and chair."

I saw a huge black leather couch and chair facing the fireplace. He went over and sat in the chair then said, "Shit. They forgot the footstool. Come over here."

He had me get on my hands and knees then rested his feet on my back. It seemed very humiliating to be treated as furniture and after a few minutes I reminded him. "You promised you would fuck me."

He took off his feet and pulled me between his legs to hug and kiss me saying, "I will fuck you and give you marvelous orgasms but you are getting greedy. I know you came from the whips. You love them don't you?"

"Oh yes. They were really exciting."

"How would you like to feel them hitting you?"

"But I haven't done anything wrong."

I know that. I just want to try them out. I want you to ask me to give you three lashes with each whip."

I didn't seem to have any choice. If I refused that would be disobedience which may carry a worse penalty. In spite of the unfairness I quickly rejected the third choice of refusing and telling him to take me home.

It seemed really perverse to ask for pain for no reason other than to satisfy his curiosity but I said softly, "Please give me three lashes with each whip. Will I be tied for them?"

"No you are taking them willingly. where do you think the lashes should hit?"

There were only three places of interestfor three lashes. I gulped nervously then said, "On my butt, my breasts, and even my pussy?"

He hugged and kissed me saying, "Very good. I am proud of you. I was afraid you would be cowardly and ask for them just on your butt."

Strangely I felt very proud of myself by showing my courage even though I may have asked for them just on my butt if it had occurred to me.

He had me rest my head on the back of the couch for the lashes to my butt. I heard a "whish" then felt a terrible sting covering both cheeks. I yelled and couldn't resist standing up to rub the stinging cheeks with my hands. He pushed my hands away then said, "That was a nice i