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If under twenty one go away! story deas with punishment to wife and
daughter. if you are looking foe love story this isn't it loveya allene
I was such a good girl for the next few weeks anyone would be pleased
but as the memory of my terible spanking faded my curiosity overcame me.
In spite of the dread and fear I knew it would instill when Mom was
working outside I went down to the basement.
Everything made me feel squeamish but at the same time I remembered
watching American Movie Classics on cable when they showed the Flash
Gordon serials. They were really old. Long before I was born. The
stories were flimsy and the special effects were incredibly crude but I
remembered all the things that happened to his girl friend. It seemed
she was always being bound or hung by her wrists in some dungeon only to
be saved at the last minute by Flash.
I guess I have too much imagination. I laid over the spanking bench, the
caning post, and then grabbed on to the ropes to hang from the ceiling
feeling a wonderful stretching feeling as I imagined Flash breaking
through the door to rescue me. Often His girlfriend, Jane I think, Would
allow herself to be captured to save him and I imagined myself the brave
heroine that would sacrifice herself for her love.
I visited it often and thought that if I did have to be punished again I
could use that fantasy to help me through the ordeal.
Then it happened. I got into a fight with a girl at school. She accused
me of hitting on her boyfriend when all I had done was compliment him on
a story he had written in the school newspaper. It wasn't even all that
good but he had loved my reportage of his performance in the last
football game so I thought I would return the favor.
We began yelling at each other and I am afraid I ended up calling her a
bitch and a whore. She punched me in the stomach!
All the aerobics had made me strong and I pushed her up against the wall
and proceeded to work her over until someone dragged me back.
We were taken to the principals office and the bitch said I attacked her
for no reason. I said she had hit me first and lifted my shirt to show
the red mark of her fist but she opened her blouse to show black and
blue marks all over her stomach and then to my disbelief pulled down the
top of her bra to show a black and blue spot on her tit.
Christ! They acted like I had just shot Bambi. I got no sympathy. I was
told that even if she had hit first my retaliation was way out of line
and that he was calling my father to suggest I may need psychiatric help
to control my temper.
Shit! It was so unfair! I had never even yelled at anyone before and she
would not let me ignore her.
He told me to go home and calm down.
Jesus, I hated to go home. My only hope was that the principal would
call Mom and she would keep her mouth shut.
I wasn't that lucky. Mom ran to me as soon as I got into the door and
said, "My God Allene! Are you crazy! Don said he was called by the
principal and that you had attacked some poor girl who had to be taken
to the hospital."
"Mom! She started it and she didn't need any damn hospital. She just had
a few bruises."
"Neverthless Don talked to her parents and thankfully they aren't going
to sue since Don agreed to pay the emergency room bill for her check-up.
Oh God Allene. He is really pissed off. We won't be able to sit for a
I began to protest again but she said, "I have more bad news. I am to
take you downstairs and put you on the roof thing to wait for him to
come home for phase three. I know that will be awful though so I will
give you a break and not put you on it until three. He is supposed to be
home between three thirty and four."
I blanched. On one of my trips down there I had crawled up on it to see
what it would feel like. Even with panties on I could only stand it for
a minute. Now at best I would be there a half hour.
"Oh God Mom. Can't we just run down there when we hear his car come in
"No way! He said if you weren't in position and crying by the time he
got home I would get phase three and four. I am not about to suffer
needlessly because you could not hold your temper."
I sobbed even more when she said, You had better get naked now just in
case he comes home early."
I took off all my clothes and sat on the couch naked watching TV hoping
it would take my mind off the upcoming ordeal about an hour away but it
didn't work. Then I thought about Flash Gordon and began to fantasize
that Don was the evil Emperor Ming and that I was going to suffer to
save Flash who would be rescuing me. I was deep into the fantasy when
Mom said it was time.
We went downstairs and Mom had me hold on to a rope coming down from a
pulley over the roof. She pulled down on the rope to lift me over it
then sat me down as gently as she could. Even then it was Hell! I
gripped the sides of the roof to keep my pussy above the sharp top but
the granules hurt my tender inner thighs. She had me put my hands behind
my back and put on handcuffs! Now I wouldn't be able to hold myself off
that evil sharp top with my hands. She left saying, "Make sure you are
crying when he comes down."
Eventually my legs tired and I felt myself slipping down. My pussy hit
the sharp top with granules and I frantically tried to lift myself but
that was a mistake. My efforts just let my pussy lips open and now the
top slipped between the lips and my weight was resting on my clitoris.
God I can't describe how that hurt. Worse any effort to relive the pain
just made the granules tear at my inner lips and clit. I could only try
to sit quietly. Crying was not a problem. I was bawling so hard I had
hiccups before he finally came down.
My fantasy did not work. I just couldn't maintain it since I knew that
there was no Flash Gordon to rescue me. No matter how bad the caning
would hurt I was relieved when he lifted me off that damn roof to carry
me over to the caning thing.
He said nastily, "You are lucky I have negotiating skills. I swear if
they had decided to sue us I would take all the skin off your ass. Don't
expect any sympathy."
I tried to explain but he just yelled, "Shut up before you get more for
lying. I have heard the principals version of this incident and what
witnesses had told him."
I knew who the "witnesses" were. All of her friends.
He had Mom strip too then bent us over the bannister thing to put on the
cuffs. Again he pushed us forward and the hill on the bannister post dug
into my slit. I swear my pussy was so sensitve after the roof I could
feel the grain of the wood.
He did the cane differently. He gave me five quick lashes that stung
beyond belief then went to Mom to give her the same but I swear hers
were not as hard because they did not make as much noise. Actually the
delay while he caned her was good because I found if I rocked on the
bannister the now wet wood rubbed on my clit to send sparks into me to
let me ignore the pain to my butt a little.
He returned to me to give me five more across the back of my thighs just
below my butt. I swear that hurt even more and I was screaming and
bawling like a baby. Mom's turn made her bawl too but there was even
worse to come. He began hitting my inner thighs barely below my pussy I
know was pooching out behind me. On these he would hit and then pause to
let the terrible sting to sink in while he gave one to Mom.
He gave us six there and by the time he quit We were simply hanging over
the bannister bawling our heads off.
He let us hang there while he used both hands to rub salve on the welts.
Incredibly as he rubbed causing the hill of the bannister to move on my
pussy I became excited in spite of the pain.
When he finished he pulled out a big mattress out of a corner and said,
"You can rest here until you feel like coming upstairs. I will make
something to eat." I watched him walk away. he was rubbing the lump in
Mom and I laid on it on our tummies and naturally began caressing each
others welts. It felt great to be soothed but I began to wonder if the
punishments were making me crazy. I said, "Mom. This is too weird! The
damn bumps on that bannister excited me. Maybe I should see a
"No. It had that effect on me too. Especially since he didn't hit me as
hard as you. I wonder if he planned it."
We were sp exhausted from the pain we fell asleep for awhile. When I
woke up and woke her we started upstairs. I am sure we looked funny
walking with our legs so far apart to keep the welts on our inner thighs
from rubbing but I wasn't laughing.
He was no cook he had just made sandwiches that Mom and I ate standing
up. it didn't occurr to either of us to cover up.
After eating he had us lie on the rug on our tummies then used both
hands to caress in more cooling salve. The nap of the rug was causing my
nipples to get hard so I raised up on my elbows but as his hands kept
caressing I let myself down a bit to let my nipples slide on the needle
He said, "The roof calls for some extra salve for you Allene."
He began sliding his slippery fingers into my slit and over my clit. In
spite of my embarrassment and the remaining pain I went into orgasm
hating myself because he was sure to know.
Getting me off must have excited him because he picked up Mom and said,
"Since you are sore you can be on top."
In a few moment I heard her little squeals and went to my room wondering
how that big lump in his pants would feel stretching my little vagina.
I went to my room and knelt in front of the keyboard of my computer.
There was no way I could sit on the rattan chair. I waited impatiently
as My modem rang for AOL with the constant message line busy but there
was no way I was going to use the 800 number. Finally it rang through
and when my buddy list showed my friend I I/M,d him. I could never talk
about this to anyone I knew but he was a stranger. I had no idea how old
he was or even if he was a he but he seemed to know a lot about
spanking. He sent a message, "brb finishing spades game" I was mad that
he kept me waiting until I realized he had no idea what I wanted.
He finally came back and I told him what had happened even admitting I
had an orgasm and asked if I should see a psychiatrist. he said, "No.
You are just an incredibly sensuous girl. A lot of women have orgasms
from spanking. Your orgasm came after the spanking while being caressed
which is quite normal. A lot of girls would have reached orgasm from
I told him it was still strange to me and was thinking of running away.
"Well that is an alternative although homeless girls are in a lot of
danger. If it is any consolation girls tell me the soft whip you
described hurts a lot less than either the tawse or the cane. Some even
get orgasms from the whipping alone."
I doubted that but I couldn't argue since I didn't know.
I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I had expected righteous
indignation rather than philosophy and said "Bye"
I went to SSS and began reading some more. Incredibly I found an author
with the same name as me and read her stories. She described fantastic
excitement from being whipped and since she was on AOL I put her on my
buddy list before resuming the reading. Most of the stories dealt with
punishment spankings that were not sexy at all and seemed to be just
demonstrating their power over some poor little girl.
A few moments later I noticed allenes URL show up on the buddy list and
I i/med her with the message, "gotta minute? Allene."
She sent back. "Is this a joke? I have never met another allene before."
I told her it was no joke that was my real name and to check my profile.
My profile was bullshit. I had put my age as 18 so older boys would talk
She came back to say, "What can I do for you?"
I asked her if her stories were all just fantasy and she said, "Some but
all of the ones where the heroine is whipped came from real life. There
is nothing more thrilling than to be hung up to feel the stinging kiss
We had a long conversation. She was real patient considering the ton of
e-mail she said she had to answer. I became so engrossed I almost forgot
my stinging behind only to be reminded when I absently got up and sat on
That made me sign off to get into the cool shower but I thought about
our conversation all week and I didn't dread phase four or five anymore.
She had explained even frontal whipping was not so bad since it was
still just skin just like a butt and the only really sensitive areas
unless you had PMS were the nipples and clit
From then on when I sneaked down to the basement I looked at the cuffs
hangin from the ceiling more with a sense of curiosity rather than dread.
Last part. Contains enforced nudity, whipping and sex. If this does not
interest you please don't read then flame me.
For the next couple of weeks things were fairly normal. Normal for a
dysfuntional family that is. Mom was getting nude spankings every few
days but there was no longer any pretense that she was not excited by
them. It just embarrassed me to watch them so I would go to my room to
watch TV or play on the computer.
I became curious to know if guys in general would be excited by spanking
a girl or if the peple in ASS were a very small minority. I started
going to chat rooms to check profiles for boys my age and older then I/m
them to see if they wanted to chat privately. Most did unless they were
in the middle of a flame war.
I would let the conversation move into sex then somewhere along the line
I would ask if they would be excited by spanking a girl. A few
politically correct ones would say it would not be right to hurt a girl
but a hell of a lot of them would say they would and usually give some
story about seeing a girl spanked or claiming they spanked their girl or
sister and how they had become real excited and so had the girl.
Surprisingly a lot of guys said they would like to be spanked by a girl.
That increased my curiosity and I began I/m ing girls to tell them my
boyfriend would not give me my birthday present until he had given me a
birthday spanking and what did thry think about that.
Most of them were shocked and told me to stay away from him before he
did something worse but quite a few said they had birthday spankings too
and they hadn't hurt much and had excited both of them. Some had such
long stories to tell they told me they would e-mail me since it was hard
to I/M over short sentences.
My e-mail grew like Topsy and I began to think maybe it wasn't so weird
I had become excited and that Mom was loving it.
I really don't know how Don resisted raping me. He must have terrific
will power. He kept dressing us in sexy things and would grope me
whenever I got close but every time a lump formed in his pants he would
just get up to pull Mom into the bedroom. I don't think she had as much
sex in her life. she actually thanked me for turning him on.
About a couple of weeks later I had a shock at school. The principal
went to my locker and rolled in the master combination numbers I think
every kid in school knew. I even used it myself since it was easier to
remember than my assigned combination. It was 1 left 2 right 3 left.
He pulled out a copy of the history teacher's next test! He said, "I was
afraid of this. You have stolen a test in order to cheat. Come with me."
I looked around and Jodie, the girl I had punched out, was grinning in
I knew she had framed me but this time I was lucky enough to talk my way
out of it. I told him Jodie was still mad and had tried to frame me. I
proved the master combination was well known by opening the first locker
outside his door and pointing out the fact I loved history and had made
straight "A"s with different teachers. I also told him the history
teacher was dumb to leave the tests in his desks because anyone could
get it and make copies. I finally convinced him although he said there
was no way he could prove Jodie was responsible especially since she was
such a nice girl.
That was a crock of crap. She sucked up to all the teachers but to all
the kids except her little clique of friends she was a total bitch.
the principal had the master combination changed and locked it in his
desk amd told the history teacher to keep his tests locked up. It was
kind of fun to see a lot of kids including Jodie have their test grades
go into the toilet.
I didmn't know what to do. I sure as hell couldn't beat her up again so
I thought I had better try to make peace. I went to her and said, "I
know you tried to frame me but I can understand your hating me. Let's
Make peace, My stepdad gave me a terrible spanking for fighting with
"Bullshit. My ribs are still sore. A little spanking doesn't make up for
I protested, "It wasn't a little spanking. I was hit with a cane and it
hurt like hell. If I get in trouble again I will be whipped."
"For sure bitch because next time you are going to be caught with drugs.
Explain that away to the principal, the cops. and your stepdad!"
I panicked. My stepdad went on a rant everytime the TV or newspaper even
mentioned kids and drugs. I hung my head in defeat and pleaded, "Please
don't do that. If you want to beat me up to get even go ahead. You can
even tie my hands so I can't fight back. I won't tell on you. I'll say I
was mugged by a black gang."
She grinned trumphantly and said "I will think about that and get back
At noon when I went to lunch Jodie waved me over to her table with her
snooty friends. I had never tried to associate with them since they all
had "Old" money and thought their shit didn't stink. She made room
between her and her boyfiend. He was a senior as well as the other boys.
None of the other seniors went with freshmen so I assumed they were
attracted by the money.
She got right to the point. "We have been discussing how you could make
up for your assault on me. Do you remember last weeks history lessons?"
"Yeah. You mean about the negro slaves."
"Specifically I am talking about the picture of the nigger being
whipped. Remember that?"
It was vivid in my mind especially since I was under the thrat of a
whipping at home. It was a picture of a black man with the back of his
shirt torn open and red stripes across his back.
I mumbled "Yes. Why? although I was sure I knew the answer.
"I doubt you really got a spanking but if you want to avoid more trouble
you can make up to me by agreeing to let us whip you."
I thought she meant it to be literally like the picture and said, "Oh
God, no. How could I explain my ripped blouse and the red stripes?"
She grinned over the fact I had only objected to that and not the
whipping itself and said, "There won't be any ripped clothes or stripes.
We will use this. Here look at it. I made it myself out of an old
I took it and kept it under the table so no-one else could see it. It
was a lot like Don's whip except softer and not as thick.
I said, "It may not leave stripes but it would still make me so red my
folks may notice."
She grinned again since my objections were getting weaker and said,
"That isn't a problem. My folks are going out of town this weekend and I
am having a slumber party. You will have all night and the next day for
the redness to fade."
I ran out of objections and said humbly, "If I do this will you promise
to stop making trouble for me?"
"Yes of course. And it will let you join our club."
I didn't give a damn about that most of the kids hated them for even
having a club but then I remembered How Don would have me for a whipping
and said, "Will I have to take off my clothes?
She was shocked and I hated myself for asking. Obviously it had not
occurred to her. She recovered quickly though saying, "Of course. You
couldn't even feel that little whip over clothes."
Suddenly the boys stared at me excitedly and I kind of wished my big
boobs weren't pushing out my blouse.
Now the idea really embarrassed me and I said, "If I don't do this will
you really plant drugs on me?"
"For sure. There are gobs of opportunities. You have to change for gym
and the gym lockers don't have locks."
She had me. I gulped and said, "Okay if I have to."
"Believe me you have to do it. You will get an invitation in the mail
and Bill and I will pick you up at eight."
A few days later we recived an expensive engraved invitation saying,
You are invited to a chaperoned party
at our house Saturday night followed
by swimming and tennis Sunday. Bring
Your nightie and overnight kit.
Entertainment will be provided.
I gulped knowing I was the entertainment. Don was overjoyed saying,
"Great Allene. You got into the snooty set. Now maybe I will be able to
join the country club which could get me a lot of business. For God's
sake don't make anyone mad."
He jumped into his car to get me a more respectable nightie and came
back with thick cotton pajamas with Mickey Mouse on them. I was sure the
snooty girls would laugh at them but I sure as hell couldn't wear the
My fear built up all the next day and I was so shaky she had to help me
button the little pearl buttons of the party dress Don bought for me.
Jodie and Bill picked me up promptly at eight. I was told they had to
wait until her parents were on the plane and couldn't come back.
To my surprise they were real friendly and complimented my dress
although Jodie was wearing a more sophisticated black coctail dress.
All I could think of was my upcoming whipping and finally got up the
nerve to ask how many lashes I would have to take.
Jodie just grinned and said "Oh you will determine that."
That relieved me a little and I began to think about the minimum they
may let me get away with.
At the party there were the three other girls in her "club" with their
boy friends and three stag boys Jodie said were from the exclusive prep
school in town. She immediately took me over to the punch bowl and said,
"Have a drink. It may help you later. It is vodka and orange juice. It
is good for you."
I had never tried anything but a beer but a drink appealed to me and I
drank one of the little crystal cups and refilled it.
She took me over to meet the prep boys and they stared though my clothes
letting me know that Jodie had told them I would be naked later.
The stero was going and one of them asked me to dance. I chugged down
the drink and took his arm. Thank God I had danced along with the people
on MTV so I didn't look like a fool.
After the dance I made my way back to the punch bowl but Jodie said,
"That will be your last one. We don't want you numb. Do we?"
I had barely finished it and was feeling a little giddy when Jodie
turned off the stereo to say. "Bill has everything ready for our
entertainment. Shall we go to the back lawn?"
There was almost a stampede to the door. Jodie took my arm to lead me
out and I began to tremble knowing my ordeal was about to start.
We went out to the back lawn and I saw Bill had parked the cars in a
semi-crcle to brightly light a big walnut tree that had a rope with
wrist cuffs hanging down ominously.
They brought me out under the cuffs then Jodie said, "Okay allene. Take
off the clothes and do it slow. The boys want to be teased."
I put it off as long as I could starting with my shoes then reaching
under my dress to pull off the pantyhose without showing anything but my
legs then I froze. Jodie said nastily. "get on with it!"
I whined. "I can't do the buttons."
One of the prep boys yelled, "I'll help!"
He stepped behind me to unbutton the little buttons clear to my waist
then slowly pulled down the dress little by little, The trasnsparent
slip didn't hide my uplift bra that barely covered my nipples my flat
tummy and finally the white panties that under the bright light I was
sure would be transparent. I trembled and blushed. When the dress was on
the ground I stepped out of it while the boy pulled down my slip to let
it puddle at my feet. Then I stood there hoping my near nudity would
satisfy them since the boys were cheering and applauding the sight of me.
Jodie yelled, "The rest of it."
I sobbed and took off the bra to more cheers at my 34C boobs which were
as big or bigger than any of the other girls.
I froze again until Jodie yelled, "The panties too. Damnit!"
In embarrassment I slowly slid them down not realizing the slow journey
to reveal my pussy was just what they wanted. When they were at my knees
I let go of them to let them puddle at my feet. "Some boy yelled, "Yay!
She has a shaved pussy and it is a sweet one."
I swear I blushed to my toes then Jodie and Bill added to my
embarrassment by taking my arms and leading me closer to the goup where
boys reached out to fondle my boobs and pussy while making crude
comments. I was almost glad to be led away from them to the tree where
the cuffs they had made out of dog collars lined with sheepskin were
buckled on my wrists.
Bill went by the tree to pull me up until I was on tip toes. In spite of
my embarrassment I felt flattered when someone said, "Jesus. She is
Jodie came over to me and said, "Remember I told you that you would
determine your punishment. Pick a card out of this deck with your teeth.
Number cards are the number Jack is eleven, Queen twelve King thirteen
and ace fourteen."
I leaned my head forward to the deck she had fanned out with both hands
and prayed for a deuce. I was not that lucky. I got a ten. I found out
much later that it was a pinochle deck with the lowest number a nine.
She yelled out" A Ten!"
I thought that ten might not be too bad. Certainly not as bad as the
cane but then she yelled, "Okay gang. Line up. Five on the front and
five on the back."
God. I was no Math whiz but even I knew that was a hundred and ten
lashes. I began crying as they lined up.
There was a sting on my butt followed closely by another across my
belly. I was amazed. Sure it stung but not as bad as Don's hand.
The lashes began rangeing up and down my body from my shoulders to mid
thigh but the only ones that stung really bad were the ones across my
nipples. With my legs together My clitoris was protected and the skin of
my groin was no more sensitive than my tummy.
I was moaning and sobbing but as it went on and on the stings seemed to
radiate deep inside me and to my groin to create fantastic excitement.
Someone was yelling out the count and when it got to a hundred I was
into multiple orgasms. I am sure they thought my trembling and pulsating
body was just a reaction to the pain.
The Jody yelled, "I get the last ten. Hold her guys!"
Bill and a prep guy grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart until I was
nearly doing the splits. Obviously the juices of my pussy glistened in
the bright light because some guy yelled excitedly, "Jesus! She is
getting off on this! Her pussy is dripping!"
Jodie said,"Let's see how she like this!"
She brought the whip up fom the ground like a softball pitcher to make
the lashes snap into my gaping pussy. The sting was unreal but it just
brought me to a higher plateau of orgasm. She began a routine of pussy,
breast, pussy, breast until I fainted from a gigantic orgasm.
When I came to they had looped my slip under may armpits and I was
supported in a loose standing position by a rope to the chandelier. My
whole body felt like it was sunburned. I felt greasy hands all over me
and heard Jodie say, "I hope this sunburn lotion works. We have to have
her skin normal by tomorrow."
Incredibly the greasy hands running over my nipples, tummy, pussy and
inner thighs excited me again! someone said, "Christ. She is getting
excited again. She loves this!
A prep boy said, "I know something she will like even better!"
He jerked off his elastic waisted pants and his shorts in one motion.
His hard cock flipped up to snap the head into his belly button. I had
never seen a hard dick before. The books in sex ed always showed them
soft and so were the statues at the museum.
He pushed it down with his hand and drove it into my now wet and greasy
slit. I swore it went all the way to my stomach but it felt wonderful as
he thrust it in to his balls then out until the head nearly came out
until I was in orgasm again.
This started an orgy, Clothes were coming off everyone to be thrown to
the floor and couples were fucking in chairs, couches and on the floor.
But I was fucked more than anyone as the prep boys took turns. At one
point there was a dick in my pussy and butt hole at the same time which
drove me wild.
It changed my life. After that I had so many dates I could pick and
choose and now I don't even care if Don whips me. I only hope the
sharper stings will raise me to even greater heights.
THE END. Damnit. This was supposed to be a pure punishment story. It got
away from me. loveya allene
From popular demand I have added one more chapter but this is it. I want
to go on to another story. Not for everyone. Whipping sex
Mom's flowers came up real nice by the driveway and since I wanted to
suck up to my math teacher a little I cut a bunch for her. She was
delighted which made me happy dince I needed all the help I could get in
math. I guess I should have been a little more selective though. instead
of taking one or two flowers from each plant I kind of denuded the ones
close to the sidewalk.
When I got home Mom was pissed! She said how could you ruin my flowers!
They looked so pretty and now there is a big hole! If it woulddn't get
me into trouble I would tell Don!"
I felt lucky at that but tried to explain I needed brownie points with
my teacher. She still was pissed saying I could have at least spread out
She didn't have to tell Don. He noticed it on the way in and asked her
what had happened. Mom, the wimp, told him while crying.
He stared at me and said, "Your Mom has already been punished by your
thoughtlessness but you haven't. You will taste phase four."
I don't know what got into me. "I screamed, "I didn't hurt the damn
flowers! They will grow back. I needed them to give to my Math teacher.
Fuck You Don! I don't care if I have to go to phase five. This is
"You got it you little bitch! Alma you stay upstairs this may scare you.
Allene get downstairs, strip and wait on the roof. I will be down after
I have had my drink!"
The enormity of what I had done scared me so bad I cried all the way
downstairs but once I was naked I got mad at myself for being stupid. I
put my hands on the top part of the roof to get my tummy on the sharp
top then swung around to let my legs down. I was so mad at myself I
didn't even try to grip the roof sides and let all my weight down on my
pussy and even rocked back and forth to make it hurt even more.
The effect was not what I had planned at all! The granules sandpapering
my labia so close to my clit created a pain that was exciting me!
Don must have gulped his drink because he was lifting me off the roof in
only a few minutes to carry me over to the wrist cuffs hanging from the
He really scared me by saying gruffly, "I will call the school tomorrow
to get you excused from gym calsses because your body will not be fit to
display for a few days."
When I was pulled up tight he felt my tight tummy, boobs and butt
saying. "Good the skin is tight enough to really let you feel the whip."
That brought back my crying and trembling.
He moved to my side and began backhanding the front and forehanding the
back of my thighs. I suddenly realized he was not the expert at
punishment he thought he was. Sure the whip stung bad but it was not
nearly as bad as the cane. He aimed carefully to let red lines move up
my thighs about an inch apart. The stings were creeping up but the pain
was radiating and seemed to converge at my pussy.
Believe it or not I was almost disappointed my hips protected my vaginal
lips. As the stings moved up my tummy to my boobs my excitement was
peaking and I didn't scream until the terrible one across both nipples.
Then he was at the top of my boobs and stopped!
Jesus I was just at that terrible, wonderful feeling just before orgasm
and was about to ask for more when he suddenly slapped his hand into my
pussy letting the middle finger slip in between the lips and slide on my
I made a low moan and pushed against his hand.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed, Jesus! You are getting off on this!!"
I could only moan, "Yes. More!"
He began flipping the whip into my pussy and when I only pummped my hips
in response he began letting the tip go into my splayed open slit. The
sting and drag on my clit threw me into a monster orgasm that rocked my
It must have been too much for him because he dropped his pants and
drove his huge schlong deep inside my dripping pusssy. It was dejavu the
slumber party except his dick was so much bigger than the boys and he
lasted a lot longer to let me orgasm about three more times befor he
began flooding my pussy with his sperm.
He stepped back to stare at my striped, panting, sweaty body for a
moment then pulled up his pants to take out a handkerchief to wipe my
pussy saying, "We won't tell your Mom about the fucking. Will we? It can
be our little secret."
By that time my breathing was near normal so I could say, "I won't tell
her. She would never let us be alone together again."
He unbuckled me and carried me over to the mattress to rest but even
though the ticking was not that rough it irritated my raw skin and I
just rested on my knees until Mom came down to help me upstairs for the
cool tub she had prepared.
When she saw my striped body and especially all of them running together
on my breasts and pussy she said, "Oh you poor baby! It won't be that
bad again. I think Don must feel guilty because the other times whipping
us made him horny and this time he just went to bed alone.
I smiled knowing the truth was that I had totally fulfilled him.
The cool bath worked again to stop the burn and when I got out Mom
dabbed my skin with a soft towel to dry me then had me stand in my room
while she got the salve.
She started on my breasts and her soft hands felt so good as they
caressed in circles I felt like purring but then she began rubbing my
nipples which instantly sprung to life and the just good feeling became
very erotic. She didn't even seem to notice the nipples becoming erect
and vibrating as her thumbs flipped them. She just started down my
stomach to caress those welts but all I could think of was that those
fabulous soft fingers were working their way down to my crotch.
She was there and now my vaginal lips were squirming and opening and
closing as her fingers rubbed over them. Now the soothing aspect was
gone to be overtaken completely by rising excitement.
She said, "How could he hurt this sweet little pussy," and kissed it! I
went crazy and grabbed the back of her head to drive her lips into me.
She managed to pull back to look up at me and said, "Oh god honey. This
is sick! Are you sure you want it?"
I was so excited I could only nod and pulled her head against me again.
Suddenly it was not just Her lips! Her tongue began swirling around my
clitoris and it felt so wonderful I closed my eyes and trembled as waves
of excitement went through me. At my first orgasm I opened my eyes and
was shocked to see Don standing at the door watching us!
I blushed and pushed her away. The smile left his face and he said,
"Alma! What are you doing! You could be arrested for this!"
Mom just sunk to sit on her legs and sobbed, "Oh God. I don't know what
happened. I just meant to comfort her! I'm sorry. I am so sorry!"
He grabbed her hair to force her to look at his glowering face and
said."You know you deserve very harsh punishment for this don't you?"
She sobbed, "Oh yes! I will never be able to forgive myself if I am not
punished. Make me hurt as I have never beeen hurt before."
His voice became softer but no less menacing as he said." You will be
able to forgive yourself. Now go down and strip and get on the roof."
She ran out of the room sobbing, I am sure to escape his accusing eyes.
I tried to explain she had not hurt me but he said, "You are too young
to know the terrible things she may have done to your psyche. She might
have turned you into a lesbian! You will help with her punishment so she
will know that you were a victim!"
He hugged me to him and kissed me and to my shame I only regetted the
shirt he had on that kept me from feeling his body hair making my
sensitive skin tingle as it had after my whipping.
He led me downstair where Mom was desperately trying to hold her crotch
off the sharp roof by pressing her hands into it with stiff arms.
That made him angry and he said, "Try to cheat will you!" He went to the
wall and brought back two wrist cuffs with weights on them so heavy his
arms were pulled down straight and buckled them on to her ankles to let
them drop. She screamed as the weight pulled her into the sharp top so
hard a wrinkle formed above her slit. We left her there screaming and
sobbing and went back upstairs.
He sat in his big chair and told me to make him a drink. That was easy
since it was just ice, whisky and water. When I brought it to him he
drank it in gulps then he looked at my striped body and said, "Still
I shook my head and said, "Most of the pain is gone. It isn't like the
"Good. You know a man can do anything a woman can do. Climb up on my
chair with your knees on the armrests."
I did which put his nose at my pubic bone. He grabbed my buttcheeks to
pull me into him and his huge tongue drove into my pussy and up and down
the tender inner lips and then began swirling around my clit. It was
marvelous! I forgot all about poor Mom being split in two by the evil
roof. His hands left my butt and I grabbed the back of his chair to
continue pulling myself into that marvelous tongue. Obviously he had
removed his hands to slide down his pants because just as I went into my
first orgasm He pulled down on me as he directed his big dick into my
wet pussy. It was wonderful to be on top. I could squirm to make it rub
just where I wanted and could make the speed of his thusts faster as I
went into more orgasms.
I didn't notice when he came I only felt the loss as his soft dick
escaped from my pussy. He was a mass of sweat and was panting as he
said, "God! Get me another drink and make one for yourself."
We were so thirsty we gulped them down then he said, "You understand now
that your mother was leading you astray. Don't you?"
"Oh yes. I only want men. A woman could not finish me with a marvelous
penis like you did."
"Good! Then you understand why she must be punished?"
"Oh yes I could have become a lesbian, besides she knows she is guilty.
Remember she asked to be punished."
"Yes and she will get it. Let's go downstairs."
Mom was sobbing and leaning back to take some of the pressure off her
clitoris but I knew the pain to her tailbone would force her to rock
back and forth as I had.
She sighed in relief when he took off the weights. He picked up her limp
body and laid her over the barrel. I realized he was going to skip phase
four and five. She hardly noticed while he pulled her legs open to cuff
them to the ends of the barrel and only let out a small gasp as he
tightened her arms to put her into a back bend.
He looked at her stretched, sweaty body then said,"She looks too
comfortable. Be right back."
He came back carrying our straw Welcome mat.He grabbed her pussy lips to
left her up stretching them fiercely as she screamed to jam the mat
under her ass. I shuddered. I had accidentally pushed down on the mat
once to get up from the step and remembered how the sharp straws had
felt like they would puncture my palm. Now her much more tender butt was
being forced into it.
He got the fishing rod end and handed it to me saying give her
thirty-five strokes. Ten to each breast and fifteen to her vaginal area.
Hit hard unless you want to take her place."
God I didn't want that! The first one to her right breast wasn't too
hard but even then the little round line circle left a terrible welt. It
was her last easy one because he said, "One more easy one like that and
you will get seventy!"
I showed no mercy even when he said,"Don't forget the nipples. At least
two to each one!"
The ones to her nipples brought agonized screams only surpassed by the
three on her exposed clit which made her faint. I stood there a moment
staring at what I had done. There were several places oozing blood from
that terrible tip.
He took my mind off it by picking me up and carrying me upstairs. His
dick was rock hard and we barely made it to the carpet before he put me
down on my back and ripped off his clothes.
God he lasted forever, We fucked missionary style, me on top, doggy
style, and finally his dick lubricated by my pussy was shoved into my
tiny anus. I was afraid he had split me but even that was good as I
discovered the hundreds of sensitive nerves in my asshole. I must have
cum a half dozen times maybe more.
Mom and I have had our roles reversed now. It is me that watches her
like a hawk to report any little error she makes because I know
punishing her will excite him enough to fuck my brains out.
Okay this is definitely THE END allene