Beth
by Allene
CHAPTER 16
When I got back I saw that Paul had thrown one of the soft
ropes over a limb about six feet from the trunk.
They were still not through with making me provide my own
torture. Mary said, " Strip off the leaves. They are useless with
leaves on to catch the air." Once the leaves were off they really
resembled buggy whips I had seen and I really started to have
second thoughts about my choices. Before I could think about it
too much, Paul had me stand under the rope and made several wraps
around my wrists which spread the pressure. He then pulled down
on the end of the rope until my heels were off the ground and
tied the end to the trunk.
They then started to walk around me commenting on how
beautiful I looked hanging there and what great things happened
to my body by hanging as my breasts stood up proudly and my
stomach flattened. I felt very proud of the way I looked and
wished for a mirror to see for myself. " Look Paul," Mary gushed,
"Her nipples are pointing up and her breasts are so firm." Paul
felt my breasts saying " Yes they are beautiful. All her skin is
so tight her stomach is flat as a board. Look at her pussy. It's
so tight it looks like you could not get a match in it!" As they
commented on my looks and bravery for choosing such long switches
I discovered that just hanging was a form of torture as my
shoulders hurt in a little while. If I stood on my tip-toes to
relieve the pressure on my shoulders my legs would start to ache.
As I was contemplating the fact that I was choosing my own
pain by picking out the switches and choosing to hang by my rope
or to stand on tip-toes Mary said, " Since you are so brave and
beautiful you can pick the number of swats by chance. I am
holding four straws. The short straw will be five swats the
longest twenty."
She held up her fist with the straws stuck between her
fingers by the knuckles. As she held up her hand with her palm
toward me I could see the bottom of the longest straw sticking
out below her fingers between the third and fourth knuckle. If I
chose any of the other three I knew they would be less than
twenty. For some reason I wanted to prove how brave I was. I was
also comparing myself to the martyrs of religion so I chose the
long straw with no hesitation.
Mary smiled at my choice and it struck me that she may have
shown me the long straw on purpose to test me. I actually hoped
she was testing me, and knew that I had chosen the long straw on
purpose to prove my courage.
They then let me anticipate what was going to happen to me
while they drew straws to see who would do my back and who would
do the front.
