He finally yelled "Enough!" and got up to pick up a spray bottle off the chair. He sprayed a clear liquid on me that brought back my screams as liquid fire covered my torso. But then the burning subsided to change to cold as I watched the ants scurrying away to avoid the spray. He picked up a broom and began sweeping my body to create a new pain as the sharp bristles swept off the ants. The lessoning of the pain to my torso let me feel bites in my vagina causing me to scream, "They are inside me! They are eating my pussy!"

He jammed the nozzle into my pussy to douche me causing indescribable pain. When even that subsided he began sweeping up the ants into a dust pan to put them back in the sack as he frantically stepped on others to kill them.

I laid there enjoying the coolness of the alchol evaporating on my now itching skin while he cleaned up.

Finally he was satisfied that he had picked up or killed all the ants and made a tight knot in the sack and came over to untie me. I noticed his dick was soft which reminded me that for the first time pain and fear had not excited me and this extreme ordeal must have had the same effect on him.

As he untied me he said, "I don't think we should use your ideas anymore. This turned out much worse than I expected. How are you feeling?"

"It was the worst ever. It didn't excite me I just suffered but I am alright now except my whole front is itching."

"I am sorry I made you suffer so much. Do you think pain will ever excite you again?"

"I don't know. I may be cured. I do know I love you because your dick became soft proving you also didn't want me to hurt so much."

"To be honest I was terrifically turned on at first as I watched the ants crawl on you and imagined the pain moving slowly up your body but when I began trying to kill them and saw your blood begin to flow I just felt guilty and ashamed that I could do such a terrible thing."

"I forgive you. It was my idea and I could have devised other things not as bad but down deep I must have wanted to live out my nightmare or I would have kept it to myself. Do you have anything to relieve my itching. It is real irritating but if I scratch terrible pain comes back."

He carried me to his bed and then began caressing a soothing ointment on me and into my pussy. It felt wonderful and I felt very grateful for his kindness ignoring the fact he had created the pain in the first place. I felt very loving and when all the itching stopped I said, "I want to give you a reward." and slid down the bed to take his slightly harder dick in my mouth. It soon became hard and he pulled me up to straddle it to let it inside me to slide against my bitten and super sensitive clitoris. I began pumping madly and soon began having orgasms not stopping until his dick could no longer stay hard and slipped out of my squirming cunt.

He said, "Marvelous! That was wonderful and you came with no pain. Maybe you are cured."

I was not so sure. Before I went into orgasm I had been reliving the feeling of the thorns and bites and that had helped me get over. In any case I didn't want to suffer any more that day and lied to him to keep me from having the opportunity for another ordeal.

"Probably. At least until I can forget how bad it was. I have to go home. My folks are there. May I have the tapes?"

"Sure. You earned them. Do you want a copy of the one we just finished?"

"God No! It may give Sam ideas. Just my whipping and Miss Stevens."

"Okay. I am starved. Why don't you cook us some hamburgers while I copy them."

I was glad to do it. I was afraid if I watched the tapes again they might excite me enough to ask for more pain. I put on my clothes to get my mind off sex and made burgers and fries. He had brought a high speed dubber and brought me a tape that had both of us on it.

After eating I got up to leave and he said concerned, "You will be back won't you? I will understand if you no longer want pain. I can be satisfied by your marvelous blow-jobs and tight pussy."

"Oh yes. I'll be back. You are a great lover. Who knows I may even want the whip again."

"If you do I promise to only give you enough pain to make you cum."

That made my clit twinge and I hurriedly got up before I changed my mind.

At home I did all my school homework to keep my mind occupied and then began reading the next chapter in my history book. My mind began wandering and I felt an itch in my pussy so I took off my clothes to put some more of his ointment on it. When I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror I was astounded to see the only evidence of my terrible ordeal was a pink "X" that reminded me of a sexy one piece bathing suit. It didn't seem possible to have so little evidence of such an ordeal but the fact that there was no pain and only an itch in my pussy seemed to confirm that my mind must have exaggerated the pain. I also remembered that the thorn whipping had not really hurt and I had been able to watch them hit me without screaming.

I felt like a wimp to have made such a big deal about it. After all my first spanking by the principal had caused pain for an hour. I decided I did not deserve soothing and since I had noticed little pain from the thorn whipping I decided to whip myself to see in a calmer climate if it was as bad as I imagined.

I walked out to the roses stark naked actually hoping I would be seen and humiliated but no-one came and Sam had cut the roses to short stumps.

I went back in feeling frustrated my pussy could not be punished as it deserved and then decided to settle on the next worse thing. My whip with the hard knot.

I went to my room and put my desk chair in front of the closet door mirror and sat on the very edge and opened my legs to see that now even the pinkness had faded.

The whip was too long to hold by the handle so I held it about a foot aeay from the knot with my right hand and the handle with my left to keep it from flopping around. I took a deep breath then brought the knot down on the right lip of my pussy. It wasn't hard enough. It just stung enough to excite me. I began talking aloud as if directing someone else saying, "Harder. You wimp! It is supposed to hurt!" I hit harder on the left lip but that just excited me more. I began chanting, "Harder! Harder!" as the knot dug into my pussy to make it red and begin to swell but no matter how hard I hit it just continued to excite me until I knew what I had to do. I brought it down very hard aiming the knot to bury itself in my slit and hit directly on my clit.

I came so hard I fell from the chair onto the floor digging at my tortured clit as orgasms continued until I was exhausted.

When I recovered guilt enveloped me. I was lost! I had been eaten by ants, whipped with thorns and finally beaten on my pussy worse than anyone had done and I still came. I decided I must be the slut of all time and would not complain no matter what anyone wanted to do to me.

I went to bed thinking I may as well enjoy orgasms as it was all that was left in my life. I couldn't sleep. Fantasies of punishments that could be done to me kept me awake but even with them I couldn't get to the orgasm to let me sleep until early in the morning.

I woke up still feeling horny so I decided to do my chore of picking up dog poop and feeding them to get my mind off sex. I put on my short robe and made their food to take out to them.

It didn't work. The dog that had fucked me would not leave me alone. No matter how many times I pushed him away and slapped his nose he would keep coming back to jam his nose in my pussy. In spite of the fact it reminded me how humiliating it was to be fucked by a dog I gave in to it and lifted my robe to let him lick and make little nips to my pussy until other male dogs began to gather and growl at each other. That frightened me and I let him follow me out the gate knowing I would let him fuck me but decided I deserved the humiliation of risking someone see us and that I should also suffer.