She began to speak in a monotone as if she was reciting. "Today some men working on the streets said, 'Great tits and ass, Babe' to me. Mama said my body made them think of sex and sin. She is getting me a training bra to make my breasts smaller and a tight girdle so my bottom won't move under my dress."

Dan said, "They should be punished shouldn't they?"

"Yes. I brought a whip like the one mama made to use on me."

She handed Dan a whip made by tightly braiding hemp twine. It was bristling with little stickers.

"This looks pretty nasty. Do you ever bleed when your mom uses it?"

"No. She uses it on top of my clothes. It just makes red lines that sometimes get purple."

"About twenty lashes with this should do it."

"Yes twenty on my left breast, twenty on the right and twenty on each cheek of my bottom."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It should hurt more on bare skin. Then I won't feel bad if you lick my pussy."

His dad must have been into S&M because the spare bedroom had pulleys with rope and wrist-cuffs in the ceiling. and cuffs in the floor for the ankles.

Dan explained that his Dad had put in the room because some women customers liked to have various whips tried on them before they bought them.

We put on the cuffs then Dan pulled down on the ropes to lift her off her feet but this wasn't enough.

"No. Pull me tighter. It doesn't hurt yet."

Dan jumped up to put all his weight on the ropes then had Bill tie them that way as she moaned and sobbed. "Oh yes. That is right. I hurt awfully. I deserve it for letting you all see me naked. Please whip me. Hard!!"

When she said that the whip left welts when used on top of her clothes I doubted her until I was handed the whip to hold while she was tied. The hemp twine had been braided so tightly the thongs were very hard. More like wooden dowels than regular strands and the stickers were so sharp I punctured my finger feeling them. I shuddered at the thought of them hitting my breasts especially the stickers hitting my nipples.

Dan brought the whip behind him to bring it forward in a blur to hit her left butt-cheek. The thongs sank deep into it leaving a nasty welt but she just let out a small,"Aiee!" as each lash dug in for the first ten then just moaned and shuddered for the last ten. When he switched to the other cheek her little shrieks started over again and I realized that it only took ten lashes to deaden the nerves because she again just moaned at the end.

Her poor butt looked awful! There was blood dripping from it and the maroon welts were already turning purple. I looked closer and saw her butt was covered with the stickers that had broken off the whip. I thought that might make the whip a little less painful to her breasts.

Dan must have realized that putting so many lashes on a small area had caused the nerves to deaden because he did her tits differently.

He stood directly in front of her to hit her left breast up, down, sideways, and diagonally to cover every inch of them leaving no white places and dragging the lash over her nipples on each one. They were all hard lashes that made her tits form grotesque shapes and cause screams to the very end.

When he did the other one she screamed "No!" piteously with each one but he ignored her.

When he finished he was panting and sweating almost as much as she.

I felt sorry for her and thought she should know all whipping was not bad so I asked Dan to let me make her cum.

She moaned, "Yes. Yes! Make me cum. I have earned it."

I did but not in the way she expected. By then all the sticker had broken off the lash to make her butt and breasts look like a pincushion so I lightly whipped her pussy with it. She moaned, "No!" as her pussy lips squirmed under the lashes but after a few she began opening her legs even more and began pumping toward the lash until she screamed, I'm cumming! Oh God! I am cumming."

We watched in awe as her body shuddered and her tummy pulsated with orgasms until she had calmed.

Then she began crying very hard with tears running down her cheeks to splash on her tits.

I didn't understand. I thought the orgasms would make her forget the pain. I asked, "Are you alright? I am sorry if I hit too hard."

She howled, "I came from being whipped!"

I still didn't understand and said, "Yes. I thought that would help you forget the terrible pain to your tits."

She moaned, "You don't understand. Whipping allows God to forgive me for enjoying sex. If I cum from being whipped it is not punishment. What can I do now? I can't stand any greater pain."

I thought fast and then said, "You don't understand. God is proving his forgiveness. Haven't you noticed the pain lessened to each cheek and breast as the lashing continued. This proves he was forgiving you. By accepting the additional pain to your pussy he let you have that fabulous orgasm."

She gabbed at that concept. "Really? Yes, I think you are right. I never got that great an orgasm from sex after a whipping so I must have not accepted enough pain for total forgiveness."

"Right and now it is time for you to be soothed. We will pull out the stickers and put on salve."

It took quite awhile to pull all those stickers out of her and put on salve. I was wrong about all the stickers being gone from the whip when I used it on her pussy because I found a few more stuck in the tender inner lips of her pussy close to her clit. Doing all this must have been like foreplay to her because she came right away when the boys fucked her pussy and ass at the same time while I nibbled on her dark red nipples."

What I had told her about the pain lessening was true but I didn't understand why until I read an article in one of Dad's sports magazine reporting on marathon runners who told them when pain became too intense it would fade away but other feelings could continue. At that point it even felt good and they called it a "Runner's High". They went on to discover torture victims had discovered their pain would leave too. After a lot of research they discovered that when pain became too intense the brain would release endo-morphins to give the same effect as morphine and that there was a portion of the brain that could block pain.

I suddenly felt much better about myself. My ability to block pain had nothing to do with my being a slut. This proved that having the courage to withstand pain provided a reward. The fact that other feelings remained intact explained the wonderful orgasms. I was proud that I was brave enough to get to that wonderful point but I didn't tell Olga because she was happy with the idea that God was rewarding her.

It occurred to me that Olga had been very brave to ask for her whipping now that I knew she had not done it to get an orgasm and thought I should show that I was brave too. She had asked for eighty lashes I decided to ask for ten more.

"It is my turn. You were brave to ask for eighty lashes, Olga. I am brave too. I will take them untied without trying to escape. If I don't hold position you can tie me and whip me a hundred times. I'll bend over and hold on to the ankle cuffs while Dan whips across my butt ten times, Olga whips down ten times, and Bill whips upward ten times.

Then I will kneel with my hands behind my head while Olga hits across my breasts ten times, Bill hits down ten times then Dan hits up.

Finally I will lay back over a chair while I my pussy is hit across by Dan, down by Bill, and up by Olga.

I may need a little break before assuming a new position since I have never been whipped with such a nasty whip. Is that alright?"

Everyone agreed but Olga said, "I think you are crazy. You will probably end up with a hundred. No-one is that brave."

After the first twenty I was afraid she might be right. The pain was terrible but then Bill hit upwards a little easier letting the end hit my pussy to let me have an orgasm.