"Oh bullshit. If they really didn't want to they could have run away. The owner said there was a two week waiting period because he had so many girls that wanted the special thrill. There were even girls who were there for the second time even though the had scars from the first.

I had to admit she might be right. The girl we met had not run away but I said, "Well we sure as Hell wouldn't go back would we Linda?"

"I am not sure. I have to admit I have never cum as hard and as many times before. If there was a way to stop them from doing really terrible things I might go back. Admit it. Knowing you I am sure you came."

"Well yeah but it still wasn't worth the really bad thing."

Kay had to know the bad thing so I told her about the post and how it cut my pussy and covered my whole crotch with stickers.

"Oh God. You were just like an antique toy my grandpa gave me. It was a clown on a bicycle with weights hanging down from the wheels. No matter how you moved the string the clown would stay upright on the string. You couldn't fall off no matter what they did. Jesus. If it was a round log I might want to try it."

"I doubt it. The stickers really make you raw. Look at my pussy."

"My pussy was still red and was covered with little pimples where the stickers were pulled out."

She got down between my knees then said, "Poor little pussy. I'll kiss it and make it well."

She began frenchkissing my pussy and it felt wonderful. In moments I was in orgasm and when she pulled back I said, "Thank you. Oh thank you! I was afraid I would not want it touched again.

Beth said excitedly, "Mine needs to be well too."

Kay turned to her and began licking her still red and swollen pussy until Beth was making little shrieks of delight.

When she stopped Beth said, "Oh thank you! If those men had done that it may have made up for the whipping as bad as it was."

That made me understand how we could stand the pain. In the sorority we always were fucked or sucked and the pain was like foreplay.

We just took it easy for a few days and by then we were both well.

After about two weeks after we returned I realized I had not had a great orgasm in spite of the fact I was dating Bob and we were fucking. Now that we were actives there were no punishment sessions and no parties since final exams were coming up and we had to study.

Then one weekend Bob drove us up to his Dad's cabin for us to study and fuck.

We made love and it was really pleasant but even though Bob took a lot of time with me I just barely got to orgasm. We laid there fondling each other then Bob said, "Don't hate me for this but I kind of miss your pledge days. I can be at the library or anywhere and I will flash on the way you looked hung up and whipped and get an instant hard-on."

My clit twinged and I said, "I love you. When we get back where we can get a whip you can hit me all you want. I want to please you."

"Really? You would be willing to be hurt to excite me?"

"Yes of course. It would excite me to know I can really turn you on."

He hesitated a moment and then said, "It wouldn't be the same as a whip but there is a willow tree outside we could use for a switch but if that would hurt too much I guess I can wait."

His dick began to lengthen under my hand and I knew he was already imagining me being switched. I wasn't sure if I could be excited by that much pain so soon after my experience in Rio but having him do it would be better.

"Yes it will hurt but if it didn't it would not prove how much I love you and want to excite you. I'll go out and get a switch."

I stopped at the kitchen and got a cleaver then went out naked to the tree. I had planned to just get a little switch that would just excite me but when I saw the tree of whips I got excited and thought only a big one would prove to both of us that I was willing to suffer for him. I cut one as tall as I was and began stripping off the leaves and twigs on the way back becoming more excited as the branch turned into a whip I knew would leave lasting welts to prove my love.

I pictured myself in different positions and then I thought of an ideal way to force him to hit just my front to excite me as soon as possible and let him know I did not expect a simple spanking on my butt.

When I went in he had put on his black jeans. That increased my excitement as he looked like a picture I had seen of an overseer preparing to whip a black slave.

"He said, "My God. I didn't think you would cut such a big one. That isn't a switch. It is a whip that will leave welts."

"Yes. I want welts to remind you for the next few days how I was willing to suffer for you."

I saw his dick move in his pants as he said, "I was just going to have you bend over a chair for your spanking but with that I don't think you could stay still. Should I tie you? We could use towels as rope."

"No. I want you to make love to me as soon as it is over. I don't want the delay to get me untied but I will need something to hold on to and I know just the thing."

I handed him the whip then began dragging a coffee table over in front of the fireplace becoming even more excited as I heard the "Whirr" as he swung the switch in the air getting the feel of it.

When the coffee table was in place I got up on it and reached behind me to hold on to two light fixture on each side of the mirror. I spread my legs until the mantel was at the thickes part of my butt to make my pussy pooch out. By then it was dripping with love juice.

"Oh God! You are beautiful but can you stand this on your front? I'll just hit a few times."

I could tell by his last sentence he wanted me to say yes and by then I could hardly wait for the sting and bite of the switch.

"Yes and not just a few times. Hit me until I let go of the lamps."

"No. I'll stop if you scream or let go."

He stepped in beside me and pressed the whip against my cuntal mound then slowly backed up to slide the switch against me until he was far enough away for the tip to stop at my lips. It was foreplay and I gasped, "I am ready."

I clenched my teeth to make sure I would not scream.

He leaned forward a bit and I heard the "whirr" then felt just a sting as it hit me just below the belly button.

I gasped then moaned, "No. You have to hit harder. I want welts!"

He began hitting harder and it was perfect. It hurt but not so much that I couldn't stand it.

He began laying on stripes up my belly until I felt the terrible sting just below my breasts. I began to pant and tremble with excitement while my body began to sheen with perspiration.

He stopped looking at me quizically.and I gasped, "Yes! Hit them! Hit them hard!"

he began putting strip after stripe on my shuddering breasts until the tip hit a nipple. My pussy absolutely gushed and I began pushing it in and out bouncing my butt against the mantel.

He began putting stripes across and diagonally on my pussy. When the tip dug into my clit I had a fantastic orgasm and screamed as I let go of the lamps to jump off the table and rub my welted tits on his hairy chest then to show my complete submission I slid down his body to unzip his pants to let his throbbing dick pop into my mouth. He goroaned as shortly later his cum shot into my throat but to my surprize his dick stayed hard and he pushed me over on my back to bury it in my pussy to bring back my orgasms.

I kept pumping until his dick softened and slid out of me.

We were exhausted and sank to the foor. He caressed my welted boobs and said breathlessly, "I have never cum that hard in my life! I love you. I want to marry you."

We were married right after he graduated. I didn't graduate as he was so rich there was no need for me to work.

He loves my complete submission. I stay naked for him except for the times he wants me to wear a sexy costume. He loves the fact that I will assume any position he likes to be whipped by various instruments. We are getting a large collection. Or favorite position is to have me kneel with my legs spread leaning back with my shoulders resting on a chair to make my whole front readily accessible. I am only whipped a few times per week. As long as he can see welts he is excited just remembering how they got there. I love it. He could whip me every night if he wanted since they are never terrible. I am tied for them sometimes but always into a position where he can bury the dick I love so much in me without the delay of being untied.