BECKY
BY
ALLENE
PART TWO
About this time the "Psychiatrist" arrived. It did not seem
strange to me that a psychiatrist would make calls at an office.
She was not what I expected. She wore a lot of makeup and a short
tight dress that showed off her figure.
She had me lie down on a leather couch and told me to relax
and to tell her about myself.
By this time I had begun to believe I had been repressed and
was resenting my mother for making me this way. I told her
everything I told you and added that I was very confused because
I felt good being nude and at the same time felt guilty.
She was angry! "Your mother should be jailed for what she did
to you. Isn't it obvious she was wrong? After all she drove your
father away. Just remember if it feels good do it! If God had not
wanted you to do things he would not have made them feel good.
Think about it. Nature and God tells you what is right. If you
eat or drink too much you will get sick or fat. If you were meant
to have sex just to get children God would have made you come
into heat at the time of ovulation like animals. God obviously
wants you to have sex at every opportunity which explains why
nudity feels good as well as sex."
"Oh thank you! I had already thought about it and thought I
was too reserved but I did not have the proof that I should be
less inhibited. There is one other thing I don't understand. My
boss spanks me for mistakes or disobedience which is painful but
I can understand why it is necessary. The thing I don't
understand is that yesterday he spanked my breasts and I didn't
mind the pain, it just excited me."
"Again that is perfectly normal. The bible says that we are
to obey men. This feminist movement is totally perverse. For
thousands of years women have obeyed men and the men have taken
care of them in return. Now everything is screwed up. Women work
and won't obey and men in return don't want to marry anymore. Now
women just date and wonder why they are not happy. If a man finds
an old fashioned girl he will marry her and love and take care of
her the rest of her life.
"As far as enjoying the spanking is concerned if you had
taken sex education you would know that your breasts, your
crotch, and your butt are erogenous zones. You enjoy feeling your
vagina and nipples don't you?"
I blushed but admitted I did enjoy touching myself.
"Fine. That is normal and the more they are stimulated up to
a point the more excited you will become. The other thing is that
if you have done something wrong and feel guilty about it the
spanking or whipping will just hurt.
"When he spanked your breasts did it hurt terribly?"
"No. Not really. There was a sharp sting but then it was
followed by a tingle that felt good and brought on excitement."
"That is perfectly normal. All women like to have erogenous
zones stimulated and many of us need more stimulation. I know I
do."
"Oh yes now I understand! When I asked to have my breasts
spanked I just got terribly excited because it was not for
punishment but really kind of foreplay."
"Alright but just to be sure you are cured I want to perform
a little experiment. You have a lovely body and you should be
proud of it. Your boss told me where you got your clothes so I
got your measurements. This should fit you very well. Take off
your clothes and put these on."
She held up a spandex band to go around my breasts and a very
short spandex skirt.
When I had them on I saw they were very sexy. The top just
covered the bottom of my breasts and just above my nipples. The
skirt top was just above the crack of my butt showing the dimples
back there and the bottom just hid the curve of my butt.
"How do you like it?
"Oh wow! It is very sexy but it does make my body look good."
She had me parade around for awhile in front of the mirror
and then said "I think you are ready for the second part."
She drove me downtown where we parked and got out with the
hundreds of people leaving work. I was embarrassed till I thought
that girls wore bikinis in front of people.
The psychiatrist said, "Just ignore the women, they will be
jealous of you, just concentrate on the men."
I was embarrassed at first but then it became a real ego
trip. Men were staring at me in obvious admiration and when I
looked back I giggled to see men walking backward to keep me in
sight causing them to collide with other people. We walked on
till she pulled me into a store called "THE SEX SHOPPE."
"I am going to tell your employer not to use the belt or
strap he has anymore since it may remind you of childhood
punishments. You need something more exotic."
She went to a display of whips and picked out one that had
several leather thongs coming out of a handle and another that
was a single braided thong with a knot on the end.
She said, "The whip with all the thongs catches a lot of air
and will not leave bad welts or bruises. The other whip is when
you need real punishment. It will hurt and leave welts."
She went to another counter and picked up a thing that looked
just like Mr. Dumas's penis. She turned a knob at the base and it
began to vibrate. Then she picked up a magazine and went to the
counter to pay for them. I stood there and looked around at
hundreds of video tapes and magazines showing women tied in
different positions and being whipped. I began to think being
whipped was very common.
By the time I got to the car I was beginning to feel like a
movie star from all the admiration from the men. She took me back
to my car and told me to use the penis she had bought every night
because I would find that every time I reached orgasm it would
make it easier to get the next one.
When I got home I looked in the mirror and decided my body
was great and was sorry I had hidden it for so long. I sucked in
my tummy real tight and decided to diet and exercise to make my
waist even smaller so my butt and breasts would look even bigger.
I took the whips out of the bag and decided to see what they
would feel like. I got another mirror to put on the chair in
front of me so I could see the effect. I swung the whip in front
of me so the thongs would bend around and hit my butt. She was
right! There was a sting and half my butt turned pink but the
thrill was much greater than the pain. I hit myself about ten
times then tried the other whip. It was too stiff to bend around
my butt so I hit the front of my thighs. This was totally
different. It stung and burned and left a red line even though I
had not hit as hard as I had with the other one. I decided I
would try very hard to avoid the second whip.Then I fell on the
bed and took out the rubber penis. This was a great new
experience. Between the vibration of that thing against my clit
and rubbing my spanked butt on the bedspread I had a great orgasm
in a short time.
When I calmed down I began reading the magazine. It was full
of letters and stories with women saying what great orgasms they
received from various types of pain. I read it from cover to
cover including the circulation statement of over a million. I
decided there must be a lot more than a million girls out there
that loved being whipped since there were a lot of little towns
that didn't have a place to get these magazines and there were
hundreds of magazines that also had large circulation.
There was one letter that really fascinated me. A woman told
how her husband and two friends had tied her spread-eagle then
whipped her butt, pussy and tits at the same time until she was
in orgasm then fucked her pussy and ass to keep them going until
she passed out. It was a long letter since she described the
sound and feel of each lash. I read it slowly while I had the
rubber penis in me. My new experiences allowed me to know just
how she felt so I soon had another orgasm then went to sleep.
I got up early which gave me time to use hair removal cream
on my legs and crotch and to take a long bubble bath. It felt
very sensual caressing my slick soft skin and I began to
fantasize about sex and being whipped. I pulled my breasts apart
by my nipples as I had for him and then sunk my fingernails into
them. The pain sent thrills directly to my crotch which made my
clitoris hard so I pinched it too. The excitement came
immediately rather than the minutes it took just by rubbing it.
This confirmed what the psychiatrist said about pain to an
erogenous zone. This also showed that I could be aroused by pain
other than that by whipping. When I got up I noticed the straight
pins I had removed from my new clothes and as an experiment stuck
one in the lip of my pussy. This brought on thrills so I put in
more then I pulled out my nipple, braced my self then jammed it
clear through it. I had an instant orgasm! I could have
excitement and orgasms by pain alone! I left the pins in till it
was time to get dressed and stayed in a state of excitement by
leaving them in and reviving excitement by moving them.
I felt incredibly sensual when I put on my sexiest dress and
carried the bag of whips to the car. At the first stop light I
pushed the thongs of the whip against my pussy and squeezed my
legs together to feel the leather rubbing against it. By the time
I got to the office I was very aroused. He was waiting for me.
"Well. Do you still wish to resign?"
"Oh no sir. The psychiatrist made me understand I had not
been normal before. I want to enjoy the sensuality of being a
normal girl. She said I should have you help me to get rid of all
my old inhibitions my cruel mother caused so I can be happy."
"Yes. Your psychiatrist called me last night. She said that
you had been trained for years to be inhibited by punishment. Now
it may take some time to reverse that training by punishment at
any sign of inhibition. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes. I want that to happen. I will make myself tell you
anytime I feel myself slipping back to my old way of thinking. It
is so nice not to feel guilty all the time."
"Fine. The only times you should feel guilty is for poor
workmanship or unwillingness to explore the depths of your
sensuality. Do you have something for me.?"
"Oh yes. I'll get them."
I rushed back to my desk and got the bag to lay the whips on
his desk saying, "She said the thronged whip was to help me fight
my inhibitions. The braided one is for when I have done something
I should feel guilty about."
"Yes. She told me that too."
My excitement built up watching him fondle the whips and when
he hit his desk with the thronged whip to make a loud "Splat!" I
got so wet I thought I might drip on the floor. I was trembling
so much I spoke with a quaver in my voice.
"Would you like to use that on me?"
"But you haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes I have. I am still wearing my dress I should be nude for
you."
"You are right but I think you also deserve a reward for
volunteering. If you ask for fifteen lashes I will fuck you and
if you ask for thirty I will fuck you and also give you
cunnilingus."
"Please give me thirty."
"Fine. Since you are volunteering you may choose your
position to get them. You can lie on your stomach for lashes to
your buttocks and thighs, your back so I can lash your front, or
tied spread eagle to get them all over."
"Oh tie me please! Make it tight, I want to be stretched."
I took off my dress while he got the cuffs and ropes.
He lifted me till just my toes were on the floor then pulled
my legs apart about four feet. My whole body was stretched
tightly but he didn't start the whipping right away. He turned
the lights up as high as they would go then pulled and fondled my
butt, breasts and pussy till I could see the moisture at my slit
glistening in the bright light then he said,
"This makes your body look fantastic. Look in the mirror.
Your breasts are high and your abdominal muscles are really
tight. You should be proud."
"Thank you. I am proud you think I am beautiful. I am very
excited. Please whip me. You haven't hit my tummy yet. Please
just hit my front. Make me red from the top of my breasts to my
crotch."
He started at my navel then moved from there up and down. I
watched myself in the mirror totally fascinated as my skin
reddened and the stings spread to make me wet and my nipples
harden. He gave me several on my breasts as fascinated as I was
to see them compress, stretch and bobble under the lash with the
nipples popping out in maximum hardness begging for more. They
began to swell to just vibrate under the lash when he moved to my
crotch. He smiled as I strained to push it out for him as orgasms
began making my whole body pulsate. I was in full orgasm when he
began to lick and nibble on my clit. The orgasms got more and
more intense till my senses overloaded and I passed out while he
was fucking me.
I woke up lying on his leather couch. My whole body was
tingling and drenched with my perspiration. He helped me to the
shower and gently lathered me all over then used the shower head
at the end of a hose with a needle spray to rinse me. The spray
was hard enough to compress my skin and make me tingle all over.I
found out the shower had a detachable head. He took off the
shower head and put on a douche nozzle. The nozzle was big and it
and the warm water filled me completely and I began to moan and
whimper as he twisted it around inside me till I went into
another orgasm.
After that I was totally exhausted and loved him for taking
me to the couch and gently massaging my front with scented oil
till I went to sleep. He woke me about an hour later and told me
to put on my dress and go home. I ran to the mirror first to see
my welts. To my surprise there were none. I had recovered
completely and felt incredibly alive with my pink incredibly
sensitive skin. I hugged and kissed him thanking him for the
wonderful orgasms and told him I loved him. He said, "I love you
too but since that only excited you it is going to be interesting
to see what it may take to punish you."
On my way home I thought about that and it frightened me a
little. Although it had eventually brought orgasms it had hurt a
lot at first. Pain any worse may not bring on the relief of
excitement.
As I laid in my bed caressing myself it suddenly occurred to
me how ashamed my mother would be to know how perverted I had
become and began feeling guilty. I began re-reading the magazine
and convinced myself that I had just got lucky to discover the
thrill of being whipped and actually felt sorry for girls that
may never know true excitement.
I woke up incredibly horny and when I got to the office I
took off my dress then got an idea that may excite him as much. I
laid across his desk face up and laid the whip across my stomach
but then got another idea and tucked the handle into my gash and
spread the thongs over my stomach to lie on my breasts. I laid
there pulsing with excitement as I waited for him to arrive.
I was disappointed when he came in and grinned at me saying,
"That is very tempting but we have clients coming in so put on
your dress."
I dived into my work to get myself calmed down and when the
clients came in I showed them into Mr. Dumas's office and brought
them coffee. The intercom buzzed and Mr. Dumas asked me to come
into his office. I brought my pad in case he wanted to dictate
something. It turned out he just wanted to introduce me.
"You haven't met my new secretary. Becky, meet Mr.Gladden and
Mr.Stokes. I then recognized Mr.Stokes. He was our congressman. I
was impressed and shook their hands telling Mr. Stokes that I was
proud to meet him and would have voted for him in the last
election if I had been old enough. He thanked me then Mr. Dumas
said, "Isn't she lovely? It is too bad girls are wearing longer
skirts again. She has wonderful legs and thighs. Becky lift your
dress a little so they can see."
I hesitated then raised it a couple of inches. This wasn't
good enough. Mr. Dumas said "Higher, Higher" till the hem was
just below my pussy. It was strange I wouldn't have minded them
looking if I had been wearing a micro-skirt but it seemed
humiliating to hold up my skirt in front of these strange men. I
did like the obvious admiration and compliments while he had me
turn around slowly so they could see me from all sides. I began
to feel the pride I had experienced in the mini-outfit I had worn
downtown.
He stopped my turn when I faced them again and said, Aren't they
wonderful. They are very firm too. Feel them."
This was really humiliating to have total strangers touch me.
I had become used to being naked in front of Mr. Dumas and didn't
mind showing off down town but they hadn't touched me. I was sure
this was a test of my inhibitions though and knew disobedience
may bring on more pain than I could cope with. I tried to
concentrate on how nice it felt as Mr. Gladden gently stoked my
thighs and put his hand back in his lap. Mr. Stokes was something
else. He stroked my inner thigh higher and higher till his thumb
bumped into my pussy and I gasped and pulled back. Mr Dumas
frowned and said, "You know better than that." I knew my backing
off would be construed as disobedience and moved back even closer
to straddle his leg. He grinned and gripped my thighs to pull me
closer to him then continued to stroke and squeeze my thighs
while I blushed and gasped. Then he said, "These are marvelous.
Is her butt this firm?"
Mr. Dumas laughed and said, "See for yourself."
He slid his hands under my skirt then said, "Oh Good. She
doesn't wear panties. Just begging for a spanking." He began to
squeeze my butt cheeks while I blushed even more and trembled
from rising excitement till he let go saying, "Ah yes. They are
very spankable. Just like my secretary's."
This confirmed that all men spanked their secretaries and I
suddenly wondered how his big hands would sting me. I just stood
there trembling until I noticed they were staring at my crotch
and realized I had lifted my skirt unconsciously higher as his
hands had gone higher.
I was wondering if it would be all right to put my skirt back
down when Mr Dumas said, "Oh yes very spankable and unlike your
secretary she likes being spanked."
I was shocked by his statement and even more when Mr Stokes
said, "Really! Becky, turn around and bend over."
I looked at Mr. Dumas beseechingly hoping he would say I
didn't have to but he got up from his chair and said, "Here, I'll
help."
By then I had dropped my dress back down. He had me turn
around and bend over to hold on to his knees. I was glad my skirt
was long enough to keep my butt covered but this was not to last.
Mr. Dumas said, "You can each take a cheek to give her a birthday
spanking. She is nineteen." as he said this he pulled my dress
clear down over my head and arms to bare me completely. They
began to spank me with their hands. It didn't hurt that much and
they were just hitting the round part of my butt and I was able
to keep my legs together to hide my pussy but it seemed to go on
forever since they took turns pausing after each spank to rub the
red mark they left and I was humiliated further to find I was
getting very excited. Mr. Dumas must have noticed I was clenching
my thighs together because he said, "The top of her butt is red
enough, Aim lower." He pushed down on my shoulders and told me
to hold on to his ankles and open my legs. That really made me
blush since I knew that position would make my pussy pooch out
between my thighs. that was confirmed when Mr. Stokes palm hit
the lower part of my butt while the ends of his fingers stung and
pulled open the lips of my pussy. Mr. Gladden did the same which
made me jerk convulsively at Mr. Dumas's ankles. That just gave
them more enjoyment as Mr. Stokes laughed and said, "We have her
attention now. Lack at her shake her boobs."
Finally Mr. Dumas counted "Nineteen." and let me get up. I
simply stretched my arms over my head to let the dress slide into
position. Mr. Stokes said, "Jesus! She looks great stretching
like that." I was afraid Mr. Dumas may show them how I looked
stretched by ropes but he said I could go after giving them both
a kiss to show I was not mad at them.
When I got to the outer office I lifted my hem to look at my
butt in the mirror. It was red and tingling but there was no
bruises and no marks at all on my pussy.I felt frustrated having
been so close to orgasm and wondered if I would have become
excited enough to cum if they had hit harder or longer. I barely
had my dress back down when they walked out of the office. I
blushed again but felt better when Mr. Stokes said, "You are a
wonderful girl Becky. If you ever need a job I will be happy to
have you." Mr Gladden said, "That goes double for me. Whatever
your salary is I will raise it."
After they left Mr. Dumas called me back into his office to
say, "I am proud of you. You managed to control your inhibitions
even though you were blushing and trembling. They were very
impressed and were jealous of me. How do you feel about having an
appreciative audience?"
I said petulantly "It was really embarrassing. You never said
you would let other people hit me especially since I had done
nothing wrong."
"It was just a test to make sure you would obey in spite of
any inhibitions you still have."
"How can you call it a test when I had no choice. I was
afraid you would whip me even harder than the last time."
"What are you talking about. You asked me to just hit your
front and you know it made you excited."
"You don't understand. It hurts awful at first. It only gets
exciting when it goes on a long time. I am afraid any harder
would never let me get excited."
"Well that wasn't the case today. We all knew you weren't
being hurt. You didn't even whimper and at the end you opened
your legs even more to let them get to your pussy."
"Today was different. I felt really ashamed to have two
strange men feeling me up and thought I deserved to be hurt. They
weren't hitting hard enough and too slow so I opened my legs to
make it hurt more not to get excited but to pay for my
sluttiness. It didn't work. It hurt at first but it became
exciting. I guess I feel proud I was so brave though because they
were so impressed they both offered me a job!"
That seemed to worry him a little, he went on to say, "They
can't offer what I can. I have more good news for you. One of my
tenants is moving out of their house. It normally rents for seven
hundred but you can have it for five."
My submissiveness was paying off. That sounded wonderful. I
had never lived in a real house. I was raised in an apartment but
I was only paying three hundred in my small apt in a poor
district.
"Gee that sounds wonderful but I don't think I can afford it.
I bought a car and with the payments on it and $300.00 rent and
utilities I am barely keeping up now."
"Don't worry about that. You will be getting some over time
and I will need you to act as hostess for my get togethers which
will give you extra money. For being so brave today I won't
charge you for this month. Again I want to let you know I am
happy you proved today you have managed to overcome your
inhibitions."
That was really generous there were nearly three weeks left
in the month. It didn't even occur to me at the time I was being
paid for a sex act just like a whore. I suddenly felt guilty. He
had rewarded me for something that had only excited me.
"I am afraid I haven't completely. I thought you noticed I
was blushing and I did not volunteer to lift my dress or be
spanked. You told me to. I am not sure I would have offered to do
it on my own."
He looked thoughtful then said, "Of course you are right. I
should have let you volunteer. I have an idea. There is a amateur
nude dance contest at a club in Lake city tonight. There will be
hundreds of men there. If you are truly free of inhibitions you
may want to compete. I am not asking you to do it. It is your
decision. If you think you aren't ready to do it I will
understand and we will just continue your treatment.
The idea of being naked in front of hundreds of people
frightened me but I said, "I'll do it if you want me to do it for
you."
"You are missing the point. If you do it will be because you
want to. I may not even be there."
That did it for me. The only way I could justify doing it was
to please him, without that excuse I just couldn't do it.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I am ready."
"I understand. Do you think you should be punished because
you would not have volunteered to bare yourself today?"
I thought about it then said, "Yes I should be. I should
either have had the courage to refuse and be punished for it or
show myself proudly. I took the easy way out and just
accepted.Will you tie me?"
"No you should stand still voluntarily because you know you
deserve the punishment. Take off your dress and stand in front of
me."
I stood in front of him nude again and trembling while he
stoked and squeezed my upper thighs.
"Did it bother you to show these?"
"Oh yes. Especially when he touched them."
He reached behind me and began to squeeze my tingling butt.
"And this too?"
"Yes a lot."
Then he began stroking and kneading my breasts while he was
pulling the nipples out to their maximum stretch and I was
beginning to pant and tremble.
"And these?"
I just nodded my head.
He slid his hands down my stomach and then pulled on my pussy
lips finally opening them with one hand while he stoked my clit
with his other hand.
"They really got a good look at this, didn't they?"
I pushed my pussy against his hand and blurted, "Oh yes! They
should all be punished."
He smiled then said "Go get your whip."
I was so shaky I could barely walk when I brought it to him
and stood there till he pushed me back a little with the whip
against my pussy to give him room to swing. Then he used it to
push my legs apart and said,
"I am going to give you ten lashes to each thigh."
It was all I could do to stand there quietly while the lash
hit the tender inside of my thigh then wrapped around it to cover
it with stinging and burning sensations. It hurt terribly at
first but as my excitement rose I found I was letting my body
down lower to meet the lash crawling up my legs. At twenty he
stopped and I closed my eyes and braced myself for the first lash
to my pussy. He fooled me! He had me turn sideways for ten to my
butt. I was panting and trembling with excitement when he stopped
and said, "Did it bother you to bare your breasts?"
"Oh yes. Yes a lot!"
He made a production of it. He had me face him to lash the
sides. Then had me put my hands behind my head and push out my
breasts for five to the nipples. Finally he had me lean over so
my breasts were dangling to hit the tops. My poor boobies were
flopping all over the place.
I was so out of it I was barely coherent when he helped me up
on his desk and spread my legs and raised my knees up to fall to
the sides. Then he slid me toward him till my head fell off the
desk to see his dick in front of my eyes.
This might hurt more so I decided to let you take your mind
off it. Put my dick in your mouth."
At each lash to my pussy he lunged forward as I screamed. I
found my gag reflex went away and with my head back his dick went
down my throat. I don't know how many times he hit me. They began
coming closer together as he fucked my mouth faster and faster
when he was close to cumming. I was in full orgasm when I choked
on his semen. He just stepped back and watched me trying to catch
my breath as his cum rolled out of my mouth onto my cheeks.
He let me lay there until I could breathe normally then told
me to dress and go home. I was disappointed that I would not be
getting a shower or salve but I dutifully put on my dress. When I
got to the door he kissed me and said, "Remember you volunteered
for that punishment. If you screw up from now on I will know you
want to be punished. I know you get orgasms from them."
I realized I would have to be very careful. What he said was
not fair. It was true that I would eventually climax but I had to
suffer a lot before the excitement overrode the pain and the
aftermath just hurt as it did now. When I got to my car I lifted
my dress so the cool leather seat could soothe my butt and pussy
and folded it back as high as I could so the air conditioner vent
could blow on my crotch.
At a stoplight I glanced to my left and noticed the passenger
was staring at my legs.I decided to tease him so I put my hand
between my legs and began fondling my pussy. I peeked over and
saw the driver's head was now at the window too.It was a mistake.
They were really stupid, they began whistling and banging on the
side of their door making a big scene.
I made a right turn and sped off to lose them. If they hadn't
been such animals I would have shown them my whipped pussy at the
next light. I felt good about myself. A year ago I would not have
even been driving around with my dress up.
When I got home I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still
red but there didn't seem to be any damage. My breasts seemed to
be swollen a little and very tender. I didn't mind since it gave
me an excuse to caress them. About then a song I liked came on
the stereo and I began to dance shaking my breasts and making my
butt jiggle.
I decided I might enjoy the dance contest so I threw on my
dress and ran down to the corner to get a paper to see if it was
advertised. He was wrong about the time. It wasn't on that night
but the next one. I called the number in the ad to ask about it.
The man said there were three prizes for first second and third
and that a winner could work there permanently if she wanted. I
asked him what I should wear and was told just panties, bra and
dress or sweater and skirt I could get out of easily. He also
said I could pick up some easy money by table dancing after the
contest.
The next morning I arrived early. As soon as Mr. Dumas came
in I took off my dress, spread my legs slightly and put my hands
behind my back.
"Very good! Leave the dress off but keep it handy in case
someone comes to the office."
I followed him into his office to pick up some files to work
on. I bent over more than I needed to with my legs spread so he
could see my pussy from the back hoping he might want to fuck or
spank me but he was pre-occupied gathering material to take to
court. He left about ten. He said I should tell anyone who called
that he was in court for the day and to take messages.
I finished my work in a couple of hours and since I wasn't
hungry decided to skip lunch and just have coffee and some yogurt
I had put in the little fridge in the coffee and copy room.
I was wandering around sipping my coffee and ended up in the
conference room. I decided it might be a turn on to wear the
cuffs he had used to hang me with. When I opened the door I saw
several whips of all kinds hanging on the wall. One looked really
evil. It had nine tightly braided leather thongs with little lead
balls on the ends. I opened a drawer and found some metal clips
with lead weights on a chain. I decided they must be for nipples
and tightened one on my right nipple. It sent shocks to my pussy
so I put another on the other nipple. Then I put some rock music
on the stereo and began to dance. This caused the weights to jerk
on my nipples but I decided I could stand more weight so I went
back to see if there were any more weights I could add. I found
some clamps with metal teeth and bigger weights. They had strong
springs so when I clipped it on my pussy it felt like a little
animal was biting me. I clipped on three more and began to dance
again. I was getting terribly excited so I went back to see if
there was anything else I might use to get me over the final
threshold to orgasm. I found more teethed clamps with chains long
enough to go around my neck or waist but the next drawer had just
what I was looking for. It was a rubber dick like mine except it
had metal spikes at the base attached to replica testicles. I
pushed it in to me until I was excited enough to let the spikes
poke my pussy till I got to orgasm. Then I decided to let it do
the work and pushed it into me till the spikes were causing an
ache then pushed the button on the end. Instead of the vibration
I expected I got a terrible jolt of electricity that made my
muscles convulse. It scared me so much I flipped it across the
room and had to crawl around to find it under a table. I put it
back and took off the clips that were now causing a terrible ache
and began opening other drawers. One drawer had magazines like
mine but they were doing terrible things to girls not just
spanking and whipping like mine. They were being burned with
cigarettes on their nipples and clits and big needles were being
pushed through their nipples and lips of their pussy. One girl
was tied to a post and her tits were pulled clear up to her face
by hooks in her nipples.
There was also a video tape obviously made in Asia since no-
one spoke english. and the titles were in asian writing. Two men
dragged a nude screaming girl into a room filled with chains and
torture instruments. They tied her to an X frame then burned the
hair off her pussy and armpits with candles. When all the hair
was gone they jammed the flaming end of the candle into her pussy
while she screamed so loud her eyes bugged out. Then they whipped
her from her ankles to her neck with a duplicate of the lead
tipped whip I saw in the closet. At every lash round dots
appeared where the lead tips hit and many of them were bleeding.
This was the last straw for her and she passed out but it didn't
help. They threw buckets of ice water on her until she came to,
spluttering, and then held smelling salts under her nose. When
they were satisfied she was awake they stuck large fish hooks
through her nipples then pulled them out in front of her till
the nipples would stretch no further and her tits were cone
shaped. To my horror they whipped her tits with barbed wire until
the hooks were ripped out of her nipples. By then I was sick and
turned it off. After I turned it off I remembered all the
Japanese horror movies I had seen and decided it had to be faked.
After all no-one could be that cruel and even if they were they
would surely be put in jail since it should be easy to find out
who made the film since it had titles and everything.
What I had found scared me though since I thought Mr. Dumas
would not have all that stuff if he did not plan to use it.
I rewound the tape and put it away then took out the
magazines. I decided that most of their photos were faked too
except for the needles through the nipples and pussy. That
wouldn't be so terrible. I had put pins in mine without too much
pain. I looked at photos and read till closing time. Then I
decided to go to "THE SEX SHOPPE" to buy a video tape. There were
several but I could only afford one so settled on "Secretary
Slave"
I slipped off my dress as soon as I was home then laid back
on my bed to watch the tape. This was more like real life! She
was spanked with paddles and riding quirts then whipped on her
front with a whip like mine. My TV was black and white but I
could tell by the grey shade on her skin that she was turning red
like me with no real damage. Two things fascinated me. He had put
a dog collar around her neck and led her around saying "Heel,
Sit, and Stay" just as if she was a dog. It seemed an ideal way
to prove to Mr. Dumas that I was totally submissive to him. The
other item was a whip about a foot long that looked like it was
made of leather boot strings. He had her hold her pussy lips
apart while he whipped the pink part including her clit. It
obviously made her go into orgasm and I decided to see if the
shop had one like it. By now I was really turned on and looking
forward to the contest. I dressed in panties and bra then a loose
sweater I could pull off easily and a skirt with an elastic waist
so I wouldn't have to fuss with buttons or zippers. I got to the
topless bar an hour before the contest to sign up and get the
instructions. I thought there would be a lot of girls and I would
only be dancing to one song. I was given a drink and told to wait
on a long bench by the bar till the other girls were all there
then I would be given instructions.
It turned out there were only six contestants which I thought
gave me a better chance of winning.
The boss explained that we would have three rounds of dancing
going from the right stage, to center stage, to the left stage.
He warned us to do our best on each stage since judges would be
at each stage picked from the audience. I realized I would dance
nine times and thought I would be tired but there was big gaps
between contests to keep the audience as long as possible so I
would have plenty of time to rest.
One of the girls asked if she had to get totally naked.
He grinned and said,"Only if you want to win."
Then he told us the house would buy us two drinks before the
contest and after that we were on our own. The men would pay ten
dollars to buy us a drink and sit with us. We were to get the
drinks and the bartender would charge us six so we could keep
four. Then he said we could table dance for five dollars or couch
dance for twenty. "Remember Seattle has a funny law. When table
dancing or couch dancing you can touch the men but they can't
touch you. If a vice cop comes in and sees someone feeling you up
we could both be arrested. I don't need that hassle!"
One of the girls asked what table and couch dancing amounted
to. He explained that in a table dance you just danced close to
the man so he could get a good look but in couch dancing we might
sit on their laps. I decided I might do a table dance but couch
dancing seemed a little much.
I was a little clumsy on the first stage since I was so
nervous but the applause helped and I did better on the center
and left stage. Unfortunately I had been picked to be first and
when I went back to the bench to watch the other girls it was
obvious my dancing was not as spectacular. Other girls could do
splits and back bends and I was not that limber. The whistles and
applause was greater when the girls shook their titties and
crawled on the floor opening their legs. At least this didn't
take athletic ability so I planned to do it too.
At each round I became more relaxed and really began to enjoy
the attention and applause. The contest was over at midnight. I
was disappointed I only won third place and forty dollars but I
had to admit the girls that beat me were just as pretty and did
dance better.
Forty dollars wouldn't help me much so I tried table
dancing.I decided after a few of those that it was a lot of work
for three bucks so when a man asked for a couch dance I agreed. I
had been watching the girls and it looked easy. They just gyrated
around on the mens laps and brushed their bra clad tits against
the man's face.
I didn't realize it would turn me on. The men got hardons
that made a lump in their pants that my pussy rubbed on. Even
through his clothes and my panties it felt good. Then I noticed
one of the professional girls next to me pushed her bra down far
enough to expose her nipples and the man was kissing and sucking
on them. I decided to let my guy do it too. Then I did another
and another getting more excited each time. The last guy pushed
my panties to the side then put one, then. two, then three
fingers in my pussy. I was just about to go into orgasm when I
was suddenly jerked off him by my arm.
The boss was livid! "You stupid bitch. You are going to get
me busted."
He dragged me to his office and slammed and locked the door.
It suddenly got quiet. I could barely hear the blaring music
outside. He began to yell at me again and in contrition I said,
"I am sorry. I just got carried away. Are you going to spank
me?"
He seemed surprised then said, " Do you usually get spanked
when you have done wrong?"
I was feeling very horny after all the fondling and rubbing
my pussy on hard dicks and decided a whipping may bring on the
orgasm I needed so badly.
I said, "Not always. When I have been real bad I get whipped
all over."
"What do you mean by all over?"
I guess some of my inhibitions came back because I blushed
when I answered, "Not just on my bottom. On my boobies, stomach
and even on my pussy."
That obviously excited him as he said, "Yeah! I guess that
would make me forgive you."
I bent over his desk but he stopped me. he put a chair in
front of the desk and told me to take off my panties and bra. He
went to a closet and came back with a handful of neckties. He had
me spread my legs so he could tie them to the desk legs. I leaned
forward to put my hands on the chair in front of me but he didn't
like that.
"No. Your butt isn't what got you in trouble."
He pulled me upright then bent me back to tie my wrists to
the drawer handles on the other side. My pussy seemed terribly
vulnerable so I strained to get my knees closer together. He
didn't like that and tied neckties to my knees to pull them apart
and tight against the desk. I sobbed when he cupped my pussy with
his hand to let two fingers slide into my slit letting me know it
had opened to expose my clit.
Then he took off the wide thick belt from his jeans saying,
"You are going to feel this baby."
That frightened me and I begged, "Please, I know I deserve to
be hurt but don't hit too hard. Please."
"Don't worry if you start to bleed I will quit."
That was no consolation. The worst whipping I had experienced
had not made me bleed. I hoped he thought I may bleed easily.
He sat on the chair in front of me then I felt a horrendous
pain and a loud "Splat!" when his belt stung the whole length of
my torso from my left nipple to my pussy. It was horrible! I
screamed hysterically but I knew no-one could hear me outside. He
made it last forever. He waited until I stopped struggling
against my bonds then brought down another from my right nipple
down dragging the belt down my slit to bring on another scream.
He continued alternating from one side to the other until I
became hoarse and stopped screaming to cry hysterically. I think
the worst thing was that he had never said how many times I would
be hit so there was no end in sight.
Finally in self-defense my body became numb and my reaction
to the lash was just a shudder and gasp.
He stood up and I thought it was over but he was still not
satisfied.
He began letting the tip of his belt hit the outside and
inside of my breasts in the still white area to make them jump
violently. That brought back my hoarse screams to make him give
me an evil smile. My poor boobs began to swell so even though I
was lying on my back they stood out like cantaloupes to let him
find and hit any white area. Finally even they became numb so he
started hitting my open gash. That brought back the hoarse
screams as the edge of the belt slipped in to hit my clitoris. It
was just too much. After five or six I slipped into
unconsciousness.
When I woke up I was lying on the floor. My tits and pussy
were burning and had swollen until the skin felt tight. I
struggled up to look at them in the mirror. They were maroon in
color and I whimpered as I caressed them gently.
He came back in carrying my dress and a bucket of ice.
I looked at him angrily and said, "You are a monster! Look
what you did to me!"
He looked a little sheepish as he said, "Yeah I did get a
little carried away. Lie back down. This ice will help."
That sounded good so I laid on my back while he filled bar-
rags with ice to lie on my breasts and pussy. That helped. They
weren't burning anymore but my tits and clitoris were aching and
throbbing. He left again while I continued lying there until the
swelling went down. I took off the ice to go back to caressing
myself.
He came back in to give me a glass of whiskey and held out a
bottle of sunburn lotion saying, "This should help." I sipped on
the whiskey as he caressed the lotion on me.
It really felt good but to my shame I realized it was making
me excited so I jumped up to grab my dress.
"Check it out baby. You have some welts but no cuts.You have
a permanent job if you want it baby. I don't think you will make
that mistake again."
"No Thanks! You are really mean. I have never been hurt that
bad before and I am afraid you would find an excuse to do it
again."
He looked real disappointed which seemed to prove he would
want to do it again. I finished the whisky then slid on my dress
and jammed my panties and bra into my purse hurriedly to get out
of there.
I hurried home because I felt my slit getting wet and I was
afraid I was bleeding. At home I found that it was not blood but
cum. He must have fucked me while I was unconscious.
I had the weekend to put on ice and salve so by Monday my
bruises were very faint. I had the weekend to think about my
situation. I remembered that in high school all the pretty girls
were cheerleaders or pom-pom girls so they could show off their
bodies. It was the homely ones that kept all covered up. I had
been the exception proving I was not normal then. I was sure the
cheerleaders would dance naked if they got a chance. Then I
thought about my options. I had a great job and would soon have a
house! The disadvantage is that I was kept naked and could be
punished for almost any reason. I could go to work for Mr. Stokes
or Mr. Gladden but they got so much pleasure from spanking me I
was sure I would be spanked or whipped everyday. I could go to
work at the bar and make more money but if what I got was an
introductory whipping I shuddered at what they would become
later.
