Beth
by Allene
Chapter 30
By the following friday I was so curious and excited at the
prospect of what was to come I had to wear a panty liner to keep
my panties from becoming soaked. I was reprimanded several times
during the day for not paying attention and had to force myself
to listen in the fear I might be kept after school.
When I got to the basement I saw tarps hiding some things in
the room. When I asked about them. He said," They are the
surprises I told you about last friday. Now get undressed."
When I was naked he told me that in this session we would see
how brave I was as I would determine my punishment. He then
pulled off one of the tarps and I discovered the priest was also
an inventor. The device was a short saw-horse with a broom coming
up from the center. There was a bar in front presumably to be
tied to.
He told me to come over and straddle the saw-horse and stand
on my toes with my hands on the bar. Then he brought the broom up
to the point it just touched the bottom of my pussy and locked it
into place.He had trimmed the broom in a "V" shape which made the
straws quite sharp. He said He would time me and that I would be
standing on my tip-toes for at least five minutes. If I went
longer I would be rewarded. I could get off at any time.
I was not impressed at first as I thought I could stay on my
toes forever. I found out in a short time my legs started to
cramp. When I let my heels down a little to ease the pain in my
legs the sharp needle-like points of the broom-straws stuck into
my pussy. This new pain would bring me back up on my toes only to
have to sink back down again. This seemed to keep on forever. I
had no idea how much time had gone by. Finally I could not get
back up on my toes and stood there flat-footed. My body was of
course, pulsating so there were new punctures happening to my
pussy constantly. Finally the priest realized I would not get off
by myself in fear the five minutes were not up so he lowered the
broom and lifted me in his arms to carry me to the rack.
" You were fantastic. You were on there for ten minutes. Here
is your reward." At that he went down on me to keep my orgasms
going. When I could not stand it any longer I pushed his head
away and saw there was blood on his cheeks.
While I recovered he put some salve on my pussy while
continuing to kiss me and compliment me on my bravery. I thanked
him for the compliments and told him how happy I was to please
him and the Lord. He seemed a bit taken back at the mention of
the Lord but maintained his cool and kept fondly stroking and
kissing me.
In a few minutes I told him I was ready for the next
experience. He told me to stay where I was while he pulled the
tarp off the next device. I recognized it immediately as a fence
charger like my Dad's. I remembered my experience with that and
told him I could not stand it. At that he said sternly, " You
have not let me explain how it works." He showed me a one inch
pipe with a cap on it and two clamps for a battery charger. " The
pipe goes into your pussy and the clamps on your nipples. This
sheet of metal goes under your butt for a ground." I started to
protest again when he said " Shut your mouth. This switch is a
rheostat. You can turn off the current or turn it up as high as
you want. I'll watch this voltmeter to see how you do." I was
still skeptical but let him pinch my nipples with the clamps and
fill my pussy with the pipe.
It took a moment to get used to the pain the clamps were
giving to my nipples but then as usual the pain started to change
and I turned the rheostat just a little bit. I was pleasantly
surprised by a tingle pulsing about once a second. This felt very
good so I turned it up a little more. Now the pulses were strong
enough to affect my muscles. The pipe in my pussy felt as if it
was moving. Actually my cunt muscles were moving around the pipe.
I looked over to the priest and saw he was holding another switch
in his hand. I turned it up some more. Now the shocks were
causing my breasts and pussy to jump. I also noticed the pulses
were coming faster. As I adjusted to the new level I looked at
the priest and saw him turn his switch a little. At the same time
the pulses came faster and I knew he had solved the problem I
couldn't. On the next notch my whole body began to jump with the
current. My breasts were dancing and my whole stomach area was
pulsating. I was rapidly reaching orgasm as I turned the rheostat
to max. At the same time the priest turned his and I started
coming. I could not stop coming and tears were flowing from my
eyes as my body became independent. I could not control myself
enough to turn down the rheostat. Finally the priest heard my
moans of " No more. Please no more." and shut it off for me. My
body continued to pulsate for some time and I think I must have
passed out for a minute. When I came around the priest was
talking to himself. " Jesus, I don't believe it. Her rheostat and
my timer were both at max. I could not stand that much on my
hands and she does it on her nipples and pussy."
He did not know I was awake until I weakly said "Thank you."
He kissed me and told me I was wonderful and that he loved me. He
had never said that before. I was even more determined to prove
myself.
He evidentally thought I was through for the evening as he
gave me a glass of water then went upstairs to bring down some
wine and glasses.
He poured me a glass and asked me if I wanted to get dressed.
" Don't you like to see me nude? You know I just want to please
you." He said " God, yes. You can't get naked enough for me. You
are beautiful. I'll bet you are even beautiful under your skin."
This evidentally gave him an idea. " Spread your legs as far as
you can and use your fingers to spread your pussy lips." He was
not satisfied by my first efforts and kept saying "More. More."
until I was afraid I was going to tear my skin. He then said " I
want to try something." He took off his shoe and began to push it
into my pussy. There was sand on the sole which cut me, but this
was nothing compared to the feeling as the laces began pushung
against my clit. He kept pushing it in as I pumped my hips slowly
back and forth to help him work it in. When about half of the
laces were scraping my clit the stretch got so great I was afraid
my lips would tear and screamed while I pulled back. That
happened too fast and hurt too much for me to come. He saw the
different effect and said he was sorry. He tried to make a joke
saying that if anyone asked I was a ten "D". At the time I was in
too much pain to appreciate it my clit felt raw from the laces
and my lips were aching from the strain. When he continued to
apologize I told him that it was all right. I just felt bad
because I couldn't stand the pain well enough to get his whole
shoe in me. At that he cuddled me and told me again that I was
wonderful and that he was amazed I did as well as I did.
We had a few more glasses of wine while we rested and
cuddled. He asked me if I was ready to go home. I looked around
and said, " There is still one more tarp." He asked
incredulously if I thought I could take even more. I reminded him
I was young and recovered fast. He seemed doubtful but finally
said " Well, I guess I can show you how it works and you can make
up your mind after you see it.
When he took off the tarp I realized how crude my spinning
wheel was. There was one bicycle wheel with two straps connected
to it running vertically at pussy level, another at butt level,
and two at my breast level. He showed me the rheostat that
controlled everything and a switch to reverse the motors. He
turned it on at a slow speed and it was amazing! I would be hit
either upwards or downward at my pussy, my ass, and each breast
all at the same time. The whips were made up of several strands
to cover the maximum area of my body.
It must have taken him a lot of time and thought to make such
a wonderful device and I felt grateful he would go to all this
trouble for me. I did not even consider the fact he might enjoy
seeing me in it.
He pointed out the cuffs for my wrists and ankles to hold me
in place with my legs spread reminding me that it was up to me to
control speed and direction with the switch at my left hand on
the cuff bar and the speed control by my right hand.
I was anxious to have him get me cuffed and get out of the
way so I could turn it on. As soon as he stepped back I turned
the speed control to the first notch. The wheels turned slowly as
the breast whip hit at the top of my breast and scraped by my
nipples. The cunt whip hit me just below my belly button and
pulled through my pussy hair. The ass whip hit just below the
dimples of my ass. The slow speed just gave me a tingling
sensation which was very pleasant almost like a massage. The
second notch started my tits bouncing and created a stinging
sensation. I left it at that point while the sensations built
then went to three. This really started my tits bouncing and
strands of the whips started to enter the crack of my ass and
pussy. The pain and the resultant sensations were multiplying. At
four, I was at the threshold of coming and quickly went to the
last notch of five. The pain was nearly constant now but I could
not get over the edge. I hit the reverse switch. This made a
fantastic difference! My tits were now being hit on the tender
underside and were thrown upwards while the ass and pussy whips
went into the crack of my ass and pussy to beat against my
asshole and clitoris while my tits were lifted up to my chin by
the force of the lashes. The pain became awesome and I totally
freaked. My fingers left the controls while I tugged at my bonds
in the mixed sensation of fantastic orgasms with horrible pain.
The priest could not stand my screams any longer and pulled the
plug out of the wall. I fell over the bondage bars. The next
thing I was aware of was the priest applying salve to my body
while he was sobbing. I looked down at my body and saw why he
was upset. My breasts were beet red as well as my stomach and
there were welts oozing blood in several places. When I tried to
get up I found I could not get my legs together without creating
a great deal of pain and certainly could not walk normally.
It was obvious I could not go home in this condition so the
priest called my Dad and told him I had car trouble which the
priest could fix the next day when he could buy the part he
needed. Dad agreed I could stay at the Rectory as there were
extra bedrooms and neither of us had any good friends in town.
For the first time the salve was not working well. I told the
priest my skin was burning so he put me in a cool bath. This
really helped and after about a half-hour I got out whereupon he
dried me with some soft towels and applied more salve.
It was too early to go to bed so I joined him on the couch
lying on my side while he watched T.V. and continued to put salve
on the worst welts. His tender care felt wonderful while I
maintained my excitement by remembering the pain I had suffered
and the way my tits had been burned and pulled by the lashes. His
cresses felt so good I rolled over on my back ignoring the pain
to my sore butt so he would have greater access to my tits and
pussy. I lifted my legs and spread them so he could put the salve
dirctly on my engorged clitoris to have several little orgasms
while he smiled at my reactions.
In a few hours the pain was gone and most of the redness. The
priest was amazed. I explained I had very white skin that
reddened easily but also returned to normal fairly rapidly.
He continued to fondle, and caress me as I laid there with my
head on his lap. My pain was soon forgotten and I since he was
making me feel so good I thought I should provide a great climax
for him. I thoght of something that would excite him while I
repaid his attention with pain to myself.
I said " Do you remember the tests you gave me in the last
session?"
"Yes,of course I do, you were wonderful." He replied "Why do
you ask?"
" I failed to get all your penis in my mouth, and I did not
bring all the tacks. I think I can make up for that now. I saw a
movie on our satellite T.V. last night and the woman was able to
swallow a very large penis by lying on her back on a table and
letting her head lie back so it was a straight line from her
mouth to her throat."
I could tell the idea appealed to him as his dick hardened
and pushed on the side of my head. He said " Lets try it."
I said that first I would like to make up for my failure on
the tacks. He disagreed saying " You have already paid for that
failure. Besides, your body must be too sore for any further
punishment."
" I don't think the punishment for failure was appropriate.
Since you spanked me ( a euphemism for the terrific lashing I had
received ) while a form of puncturing would have been better. I
saw your rose bushes in the yard. If you cut a branch from one of
them to whip me with I would feel I had truly paid for my
failure."
He said " Your body is already pretty badly marked. Your
pussy was even bleeding. Rose branches would make it bleed even
more. I don't think I would feel right doing it."
I was stroking his dick gently as I repled, " That is why
this is the perfect time. Since I have to heal anyway a few more
marks won't make any difference. I hit myself with a rose branch
once. It just makes tiny punctures that just ooze a little. I
won't be tied. If I can't stand it I will back away."
He must have been thinking that he would not get his dick
down my throat if he did not comply with my wishes as after a few
more weak excuses he said, " I don't want to be responsible for
any injuries. If you are serious you should pick out the branch."
I agreed, put on his robe and went to the kitchen for a clipper
to cut the branch and bring it in.
It was just like when I got the switches for Paul and Mary
except it was even more exciting because I knew no matter how
lightly he hit I would be hurt badly to impress him even more of
my bravery. The branches were over five feet long.
He laughed nervously then said, "What do you want me to do?
Whip your ankles? That is much too long and we don't need two of
them."
"Wait. I haven't trimmed it."
I took off the thorns on the thick ends to make a handle and
cut the flower and leaves off then cut off about two feet off the
small ends to leave a branch long enough to reach from my breasts
to my pussy. This left canes about a half inch thick with only
the biggest and longest thorns.
I got up on the table and laid back so my head was lying off
the end and my legs spread so my knees were at the sides with my
lower legs dangling.
I said, "With my head back like this you should be able to
get your penis down my throat. Take a branch in each hand and
bring the left one flat down from my left breast to my pussy and
the right on from my right breast to my pussy. If you do it right
I should end up with a big red "X" covering my whole front."
"God! that will hurt awfully and will surely cause bleeding."
"I know. I should be hurt. I want to be hurt. If I am hurt
badly enough God will reward me with a fantastic orgasm."
He put his throbbing hard dick into my mouth but even this
position would not allow me to get it down my throat. I pulled
back enough to say "Hit me. If I scream my throat will open up."
His first two blows were very light. The thorns dug in but I
did not even feel the branch. " Harder," I said. Then he really
started to lay them on. My throat opened with my scream and he
shoved his dick into my mouth until it forced open my throat and
my nose went into his pubic hair. was The double pain of the
thorns and branch felt electrifying as the thorns dug into my
nipples and open pussy. Amazingly the pain and asphyxiation since
I could only gasp for breath when his dick was was pulling out
brought me to fantastic orgasms very quickly. That was good
because the excitement I gave him from the sight of the thorns
ripping into my skin and my tight, gasping throat on his dick
made him cum in record time. I felt his dick jump in my mouth as
his semen gushed into my throat. I held his ass with all my
strength till I started coming down and his penis was completely
limp.
He was so exhausted he just collapsed to the floor panting. I
got up and kissed him then hurried to his bedroom as I wanted to
inspect myself in his full length mirror. I was astonished that I
had been able to withstand the pain so easily. There was a
perfect "X" just big enough to cover all the pink of my nipples
leading right into the slit of my pussy. Amazingly although there
was blood covering all the "X" none was running down my legs. My
clit and nipples were still throbbing with pain and I pulled my
pussy lips open to see all the inner lips were bloody and it was
obvious some thorns had hit my clit. I ran to the bathroom and
dabbed at my nipples and opened my lips to dab at my pussy. The
blood washed away but tiny drops kept forming for a few minutes.
He was able to recover enough to come in and ask if I was
alright. I turned to him holding my lips apart and said
triumphantly, "I am fine! See there are just tiny drops of blood
but I am still in quite a bit of pain."
He picked me up and carried me to bed where he caressed me
with salve. I must have been allergic to the thorns or something
as there was a stinging sensation the salve could not relieve
completely as it had in the past.
He complimented and fondled me till we were both aroused
again.
I said, "I should be super-sensitive now. Will you fuck me
again?"
He turned on all the lights in the bedroom as he explained
that he wanted to see my stripes. He had me get on top and feed
his massive dick into my pussy. The sight must have really turned
him on. Any time I leaned forward to press my tits to his chest
he would push me back up so he could see me again. He took a long
time to cum since it was so close to his massive orgasm so I was
able to have orgasms until I was exhausted..
We slept late so he had to rush me out before the women
dropped by to discuss the Bake sale. He told me to tell My Dad
there was no charge to fix my car.
My Dad left an extra donation that Sunday to make up for it.
I knew I would never be able to concentrate on the sermon so
volunteered to stay home to care for the animals.
