SONS GET EVEN 8
They continued to fondle me and I thought I would die of shame when Dad felt my
pussy and said, "Look. Even these lines are fading."
Mike came up with a horrible idea. He said the other women got birthday
spankings but to be different I think she should accept the Men and boys
birthday spanking."
I did some quick math and was horrified whining "Oh God. Please. That would be
over a hundred spanks."
Mike figured it out and said, "Actually it comes to 159."
I wailed,"I can't take that many."
Mike said, "Sure you can. If it gets too bad your endomorphins will kick in to
kill the pain, or you will simply get numb. I'll give you a break. You can
choose the instrument. The paddle, the strap, the whip, the spatula, or for
something different a willow switch.You can even choose the areas you should be
punished."
I thought it was really mean to have me make the choices since it would imply I
was willingly consenting. I knew the paddle was out becaus it would bruise me so
horribly, the strap also would be terible, That many with the whip would make me
bleed and I saw what the spatula did to them. I had never been switched and I
thought it may not be so bad since it would cover a small area and would not
have the weight.
I said softly,"I guess the switch would not be so bad."
"Good. And where should you be switched."
I whined "I can't take that many in one place. I guess my bottom, my thighs, and
my tummy." I didn't realize till later that I had not excluded my inner thighs."
"Good. Bob get the cleaver from the kithen so she can cut a switch."
He almost fell over himself running to the kitchen. I felt some relief at the
fact he would only get thirteen spanks.
Mike got flashlights to light my way to the willow bush but most of the beams
were on me rather than the path. So much for the darkness hiding me from a
posssible onlooker.
I thought it was really diabolical for him to have me choose the instrument and
where it would hit. Since I had made the choices I would have no-one to blame
but myself.
The choice of switches was hard. I knew if I chose one too small they would just
hit harder and if I got one too big it would be awful. I settled for one about
three feet long then started back to the hose stripping off the leaves and twigs
to make it look like a buggy whip.
In the house Mike arranged the dining room chairs in a big circle for everyone
to be seated then he told me to hold the switch in my mouth and crawl to the
person I wanted to spank me then say" Please give me your birthday spanking."
The only one I thought may have any pity for me at all was my Mom. I chose her
to be first and decided to have Mike and the boys last hoping I would be numb by
then.
I crawled to her and handed her the switch and said tremously,"Please give me
your birthday spanking on my bottom."
She had me stay o my knees then bend over to lay my head on my folded arms.
At the first "Whirr" and impact I knew I had made a mistake. The switch dug into
my butt to cause pain deep inside me.
I think she tried to make it better by getting it over with fast because she hit
as fast as she could but that just made it constant terrible pain. When she
finished I hurt so bad I felt nauseous.
She lifted my head by my hair and stuck the switch into my mouth. I felt weak
but in a few minutes managed to crawl to my dad and sobbed,"Please give me your
birthday spanking on my tummy." I thought he would not hit hard there.
He told me to get on my knees and put my hands on my head.
He hit me right across my navel. It hurt so bad it took my breath away then he
went up and down from there.It was so terible I amazed myself by staying in
position. When he finished I looked down to see angry red stripes covering my
belly from just below my boobs to my pubic bone.
He let me recover for a moment to stop my hysterical sobbing then put the whip
in my mouth. I crawled to Mike's Dad and sobbed, "Please give me your birthday
spanking on my thighs."
He had me stand sideways to him and switched my thighs from my butt to my knees
while I squealed and danced in pain.
He let me calm down and put the switch in my mouth. I realized that if I kept
choosing new places to be hit I would never get numb so I crawled to Ann and
said,"Please give me your Birthday spanking on my thighs."
She had me lean over with my hands on the coffee table making my breasts hang
and open my legs. Bitterly I thought the boys are really going to love seeing my
boobs dance.
The bitch began hitting my tender inner thighs from half-way down to so close to
my pussy I saw the lips quiver.I screamed and danced until I was hoarse from the
terrible pain.
Again I was allowed to get my breath then the switch was put in my mouth.
I crawled to Mike feeling very weak and said,"Please give me your Birthday
spanking on my butt."
He had me lean over with my hands on the coffee table again and made it really
bad by concentrating on the tenderest part of my ass where the thighs join the
butt.
It hurt so much it exhausted me. When he finished I just laid on the floor and
sobbed.
Then he said, "Letting the pain subside will just make the next one worse."
I moaned."Yes" and crawled to Bob whimpering, "Please give me your birthday
spanking on my butt."
He had me lie on my stomach with my head between his legs and did something
incredibly cruel. he hit one bun then the other with the third right down the
crack of my butt to hit my anus and pussy. I screamed and twisted while he
completed the spanking the same way. When he finished Ted said,"Just stay
there." and did the same thing but by then I couldn't hurt anymore and just felt
impacts.
I laid there exhausted feeling moisture between my legs I thought was my sweat
but Mike said,"She is bleeding. We had better put some antiseptic on her."
Ann said, "I know just the thing."
I just laid there not wanting to move to scrape my red belly on the carpet and
certainly not to close my legs.
Ann returned with a bowl of liquid and a washcloth she let soak in the bowl.
Then she said, "It is your vagina and anus that are bleeding dear. Get up on
your knees with your head on your hands and open your legs as much as you can."
I did it knowing I wouldn't want those parts infected. When I was in position
she slapped the soaked wash cloth between my legs. I thought she had set me on
fire. I had never felt burning like that. I screamed, "Stop. You are burning
me."
Ann said, "It is just alcohol and salt dear. The burning will stop in a minute."
She lied it was a lot longer than a minute but as she kept putting it on the
burning lessened and finally felt cold.
Mike carried me to bed and I felt relief it was finally over but I heard his Dad
say, "This has been the most exciting night of my life. We will have to do it
again."
To my horror Mike said, "I don't know why not once she is well."
The next morning I was a mess. I had gobs of scabs from where lashes had crossed
themselves to break the skin and my pussy and anus still hurt and were horribly
swollen.
The antiseptic didn't work. I developed infections and got a fever. Mike
couldn't take me to a doctor so he went to a vet and got pennicillin for his
"dog"
In about four days I had healed to the point of just bruises that didn't hurt
but that frightened me as I remembered him saying when I was well there would be
another session.
I couldn't stand anymore so I packed and emptied our joint checking account and
headed to California.
I only had about 900 dollars so knew I had to get work soon even though I was
saving money by sleeping in my car and cleaning up at the"Y". It suddenly dawned
on me that the car was in his name and he could accuse me of stealing it so I
drove it out to the desert and spent the day covering it with sand then
hitchhiked back to L.A.
It soon became obvious I could not find a job without a high school education.
Even fast food palces would not hire me. I was reslly desperate when I saw a
little ad in the free newspaper asking for nude models.
I spent some of my money to go to a beauty shop to do my hair and buy some
makeup then I dressed in my sexiest blouse and leather miniskirt and went to the
audition.
I knew since it was a job nude modeling I wold have to take off my clothes but
it was still embarrassing to strip while an old man sat behind his desk and
watched.
When I was naked he had me make some turns and then said,"You may do.Are there
any photos you would object to doing."
I stammered,"What do you mean?"
"I mean like full frontal nudity, like showing your pussy and anus by holding
your pussy lips and buttcheeks open."
"Oh that would be embarrassing but I can if it is necessary. I need the job."
"Okay. Let's see. put two fingers of each hand in your pussy and spread it
open."
I hesitated and he said,"Okay if you don't want the job."
I said,"No I"ll do it." I pulled the lips open and then more as he ordered until
it hurt and he could see my cervix.
"Okay. You will do. Be back here at 9 AM tomorrow."
The photo session was nearly as humiliating as the boys put me through. I could
hardly believe men would want to see a girl with her fingers in her ass and
pussy. Then it really got bad. He brought in a really black woman who really
contrasted with my blonde hair and white skin and I had to lick her nipples and
stomach and even pussy while he took photos from all sides.
Then the session was over and he handed me forty dollars saying,"Pretty girls
are dime a dozen in L.A. The modeling rate is twenty dollars an hour."
I was disappointed but said,"Can you use me tomorrow?"
"No. I just like new faces but I know a guy who may be interested if you don't
mind bondage."
"What do you mean?"
"He just likes to tie girls up with ropes or chains. He won't hurt you and it
pays better. Sixty dollars an hour."
"Not hurting me was the key and I said I'll do it."
He called the man and said,"I have a pretty blonde who will do just about
anything."
He said "Okay." and gave me an address to be at the next day at noon."
I had to take a cab to the place since I could never have found it. It was an
old warehouse and when I went in it was frightening to see all the bondage stuff
and whips hanging from the wall.
The bondage session was not bad. I wasn't hurt. It was mostly boring since it
took so long to tie all the knots and all I had to do was look uncomfortable.
Then he hung me naked from the ceiling. He stared at me and said, "I have seen
you before. I know. It was that amateur tape I found on the internet."
He went to the TV and put in a tape. It was the tape the boys had made. I was
shocked it was being sold. He said,"This is great. Of course I can't use boys
that young since it is illegal but I can sure use you for my own videos."
"Oh No. I was forced to do that. I don't want to be hurt."
"I use phoney whips that don't hurt. Can I show you."
"Okay. Just once."
He hit me across my stomach and there was just a light sting. I said,"Try it
harder." He hit me again across my breasts but it still didn't really hurt just
a tiny bit more sting.
I said,"How much does that pay?"
"100 dollars an hour plus four percent of sales."
"Okay,I'll do it."
So that is how I became a porn star I am making enough money for a nice
apartment and a new car. The movies are really phoney with fake whips and phoney
stripes and blood but they sell pretty well. I hope to retire bfore my looks go
so I am saving all I can and investing in mutual funds. Things look good!
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