BECKY
BY
ALLENE
PART 3 BECKY
I finally decided I had no real options. I couldn't quit
while I owed so much money and it was obvious now that no matter
who I worked for I would get pain. At least Mr. Dumas had not
hurt me too awful and seemed to want me to have orgasms.
When I got to work Mr. Dumas waved me into his office. I
started to take off my dress but he stopped me.
" Don't bother to take it off. We are leaving. I have good
news and better news. I won the case and my percentage come to
one hundred K. I feel extra rich so I hired a moving company to
move you. The tenants moved out early! The house is yours."
I followed him back to my apartment I still didn't know if I
should be happy or not. By the time I paid the rent, my car
payment, and the fifty for my clothes I would only have about
twenty dollars a week to live on.
It turned out I had little to move since he said my living
room furniture was just junk which was true. It was cast offs
from my folks and stuff from Goodwill. I just took my bed, my
dresser, my clothes, my stereo, and the kitchen stuff. We were
loaded in an hour. Mr. Dumas said it was really complicated to
get to the house so he had the van follow him and I followed the
van. We headed east to Capital hill then began meandering north
west. We finally got onto a gravel road with trees and brush so
thick you couldn't see anything. I saw the brake lights come on
the van so I stopped behind him to get out and run forward. I
broke out of the brush to see a cute white house looking over a
fantastic view of the city and Lake Union. Mr. Dumas had the back
door open so I ran in to look around. It was small but it had two
bedrooms, a fabulous bathroom with a big Jacuzzi tub. The
kitchen, dining, and living area were on the west side behind a
glass wall to provide a view wherever you were. I loved it! I
was bouncing around and feeling things like a kid.
Mr. Dumas grinned and said,"Do you think this will be
alright?"
"Alright! It is fabulous! I have seen this place from the
freeway. I always wondered why there wasn't a whole line of
houses here. It is all by itself."
"Yes it was built a long time ago before you had to get
building permits and environmental statements. I bought it cheap
because you can't get a permit to add on to it and if it should
burn down I won't be able to rebuild because they want the whole
hill to be brush to avoid a mud-slide. It has been here since
1934 so you don't have to worry about slides. Whoever built it
built it hell for strong. There are concrete and steel pillars
going twenty feet in the ground. If you are worried about being
alone I can put a steel gate in the driveway."
"I am not afraid of being alone, I was alone in my
apartment."
"Yeah and that dump was probably ten times more dangerous
than here. Didn't you realize that you were in the heart of the
drug district?"
"Yes I just stayed off the street at night."
By then the moving people had set up my bed and put my
clothes in the closet. I bustled around to put away my dishes and
fill my dresser. When they left the place looked really bare
especially the west side that just had the folding table and
chairs I used for a kitchen table. I went out the sliding glass
doors to the deck to feel the sun and breeze as I enjoyed the
view. Mr. Dumas came up behind me and hugged me.
"Oh this is wonderful. I can even be naked outside. No-one
can see me. I have wanted an all over tan but was too embarrassed
to go to a tanning salon."
"Well I suppose people with telescopes could see you but they
certainly would not complain. Speaking of naked, your house is
bare. Let's do some furniture shopping."
We went downtown in his car. I made a map as I went to make
sure I could find the place again."
I didn't plan to buy anything but he made notes when I liked
a davenport of black leather and a matching recliner. I saw a
dining room table and chair that were beautiful and wondered how
long it would take me to save up for it. He reminded me I needed
a color television and when I said I could live without it he
said, "Bullshit. The place is wired for cable. Movies look twice
as good in color."
The TV had a tag saying payments as low as $25.00 per month.
I decided I planned to diet anyway so agreed.
He went over to the counter and began filling out a form
which he brought back to me to sign. Then he had them load the TV
in his car. We went back to the house and he hooked it up to the
cable. It was great! My little black and white TV just had rabbit
ears and the reception was so bad I usually just rented movies to
play on my VCR when I wanted to watch it. I was just like a kid
again. I found there were three movie channels and MTV. I
wouldn't get bored at night again. Then he said something that
put me in shock.
"The store will deliver the furniture tomorrow at two. I will
let you off work so you can let them in."
I grabbed the contract out of my purse and looked at it. The
payments were $186.00 per month.
"Oh Mr. Dumas I was just shopping and dreaming for the
future. I can't pay this. My payments for rent, car, clothes and
this is more than I make."
"Don't worry about it. I told you I would have extra work and
I plan to give you another raise soon if you continue to please
me."
"Oh I want to please you! I had a fantasy that you were lying
on my bed naked on your back and I kissed you all over then
sucked on your penis till it was real hard. I sat on it and moved
up and down while you whipped my breasts. Would you like to do
that?"
"That sounds good but I think you are ready for something
new. Get some vaseline or lotion. We will put my dick in your
rectum."
" I won't be able to do it. Your penis is too big to go in
there."
"Sure it will. You just have to relax the muscles."
I still didn't believe it but decided the only way I could
prove it was by trying it. I took off my dress and shoes then dug
into the box of bathroom stuff till I found some hand lotion. He
had gone into the bedroom and had started to undress. I noticed
he was wearing suspenders. he had nothing to whip me with. I
remembered there was a weeping willow tree in the small yard. I
told him I would be right back and ran to the kitchen to get a
cleaver to cut a switch. It excited me to be out in the open
naked, making a whip that would hurt me so I stayed out there
till I had stripped off the branches and leaves to have a wand a
half inch thick and a couple of feet long.
I carried it in and gave it to him then began kissing his
chest and nipples slowly working down his body which had a
slightly salty taste from the sweat he had worked up lugging in
the TV. I didn't get to kiss every inch because when I pushed my
tongue in his belly-button he pushed my head down to his dick.
I licked and sucked on it till it was obvious it could not
get any harder then picked up the lotion and spread it on his
dick. I also pushed some into my anus.
I had a hard time getting it in but by wiggling it with my
hand and with the help of his hands pulling my butt-cheeks apart
the head finally went in. After that it was easy except I felt
like I needed to poop and it was really stretched. Little by
little I sunk down till my cheeks were resting on his leg. I
began to pump up and down. Each time I came down he would hit a
breast. The pain was much worse than the whip since it was
concentrated in a small area but after a few pumps it began to
convert to excitement. When I began to moan and pant he pushed me
back and began hitting the top of my pussy as well as my tits. My
pussy lips protected my clitoris but I could feel the pressure on
it at each lash. He stuck with the routine of hitting me on the
upstroke when most of my pussy was available. I could control the
speed of the lashes by pumping faster or slower. I began having
stronger and stronger orgasms till his dick got soft and slid out
of my anus.
We hugged each others sweaty bodies till we fell into sleep.
I woke up as he was caressing my pussy with the lotion. I
looked down at myself and saw I had dark red lines all over my
breasts, stomach, and pussy. Amazingly it didn't seem like I was
being hurt bad at the time and they didn't hurt they just tingled
as he caressed them.
When he saw I was awake he kissed me then said, "You made a
mess of my dick. You had better wash it off."
I looked at it and saw it had stains on it from the shit in
my tunnel. I knew I could just get a wash cloth to clean it but
for some reason I still don't understand I slid down the bed and
took his soft dick in my mouth. Since it was soft I could get it
all in my mouth. Surprisingly the taste of my shit did not make
me sick. It began to grow in my mouth so I moved around so it
could slip into my throat. When it began to twitch he pulled me
up by my hair then slid it into my pussy. I pushed back from his
chest to get upright so he could whip me but he didn't. He lasted
a long time since it was his second time but I didn't get to
orgasm. It felt very good but the excitement was not there.
After we hugged and kissed a while he said he had to go. I
had hoped he would stay all night but I understood that he had no
change of clothes to go to work. I followed him out to his car to
kiss him good night. There was a bright flood light in the
driveway that evidentally came on automatically when it got dark.
It thrilled me to walk around naked in the bright light so I
walked over to my car to move it into the carport. Then I laid on
my back in the sharp gravel directly under the light and fondled
myself while I imagined I was in a big auditorium and gobs of
people were looking at me from the dark above the light. I
squirmed around awhile letting the sharp gravel dig into my butt,
thighs, and back. I couldn't quite get off on it so I went back
in to put away the bath stuff and to explore.
When I went into the spare bedroom I saw that someone had
screwed big hooks into the ceiling and floor about five feet
apart. I assumed the former tenants must have also been into S&M
and confirmed it when I found a big pipe in the corner of the
closet with willow switches soaking in water. I took one out and
found out that although it was thicker than the one Mr. Dumas had
used on me it was very flexible. I got my switch and slid it into
the pipe too.
I made myself a drink and looked at the view of all the city
lights then decided to see what was on TV. Since I had no chair I
sat on the floor and flipped through the channels with the remote
till I saw a naked woman. It was some kind of foreign sex movie
but I was amazed these movies were on TV. I watched it to the end
because it was about a girl that needed money so bad she agreed
to dance naked. She found she enjoyed the attention and got into
it more and more. It could have been my story except she got into
drugs and was killed. I was puzzled because I could see no
connection between sex and drugs so decided they just wanted to
show that sex would bring death. That was ridiculous. I decided
to watch my video tape again now that it was in color. It was
much better now. I could see her skin turn from pink to red with
the lashes. I then used the slow motion to better see her breasts
flatten under the lash.
It was getting late so I went to bed and played with myself
but I couldn't get real excited. This made me think the
psychiatrist was wrong when she said it would become easier and
easier to get orgasms. When I was fourteen I could get a little
climax in a short time by rubbing my clitoris with my finger. Now
I was having trouble getting there even when he fucked me without
the added stimulus of pain.
I finally decided that I must still feel guilty deep down and
could only forgive myself with pain. That worried me because If I
subconsciously became more guilty I may need so much pain to get
off that I could be scarred. I hoped he would fuck me again the
next day in the hope I didn't get off last time just because I
was tired from my multiple orgasms just before.
I finally went into a deep sleep. I forgot to set my alarm
clock and woke up too late to get to the office on time. When I
arrived he was waiting impatiently for me.
"You are late what is your excuse?"
"I am sorry. I really don't have one. I just overslept."
"Well I was late too but I have an excuse. I got stuck in
traffic. You have cost me a lot. Listen to this."
He pushed the playback button on the answering machine to
hear this message.
"Hello Jon. This is Don Garrett. I was hoping you or your
secretary was there so I could drop off a case on the way to the
airport. But that is okay I'll just check with a lawyer when I
get to D.C."
When it was over he said, "In case you don't know, that is
our Senator. I have been trying to get him for a client for
years. I called the airport and his plane is still there. I am
going to try to catch him at Boeing Field. Meanwhile you can
think about how you should be punished."
I really felt guilty because I knew he wanted clients high in
politics because of their power and influence.. I had cost him
prestige and a lot of money. I was pacing around trying to think
of a way to make it up when there was a knock on the door. I
slipped on my dress and went to it barefooted. It was a messenger
and when I went out to sign for it I stepped on our straw welcome
mat. I yipped when It felt like a bunch of needles went into my
foot. I dropped the package with his other mail. Then I had an
idea. I got the mat and put it on my chair. I sat down gingerly
until it felt like a million needles were puncturing me and when
I leaned forward a bit the needles dug into my pussy. Even the
slightest move lessened the pain in one area to add to another.
It didn't get better with time it got worse because my ass began
to ache along with the punctures. I had planned to offer to sit
on it the rest of the day but then I looked at my watch and saw
that five minutes had me in agony. I decided to think of
something else to volunteer for and put the mat back on the step.
I thought about a lot of things then decided he had a right to
punish me at least as much as the guy in the bar and decided to
ask him to whip my pussy and breasts as long as he liked.
About that time he walked in angrier than ever. Along with
missing the Senator someone had taken his parking place and he
had to find one on the street.
"Well have you thought of punishments? I hope you have an
alternative in case I don't like the first one."
I felt really guilty and told him about the mat. He didn't
seem too interested but got the mat and pushed his palm into it.
He jerked back his hand and looked to see if there were stickers
in his hand.
"Yes this has possibilities but the area it touches should be
made tender with a whipping."
"Oh no sir that isn't necessary it hurts terribly all by
itself."
"Did I just hear the 'N' word?"
"I'm sorry! I deserve the whipping too!"
"I am glad you agree. I have a new mat. Lets see if it is
stickier."
He laid the mats on the conference table and pushed his palms
into them then said, "No, they seem to be about the same."
He scooped the mats off the table and told me to climb up on
it. I laid on my stomach for the "Tenderizing" of my butt. He
told me to roll over saying, "It would be a shame to waste a
mat."
I realized the mats would be against my pussy and breasts and
it scared me only to become more frightened when he came back
from the closet not with the thong whip I had become used to but
the single braided one I had been told would really hurt.
I began to cry as he pulled my hands behind my head and
pulled my legs apart.
"Quit bawling. I won't hit you very hard unless you try to
bring your hands forward or try to close your legs. I just want
to get you nice and red."
He may not have thought he was hitting me very hard but the
pain was terrible and it took all my courage to keep my hands
away from my burning tits or to close my legs. At first he hit
pretty fast but toward the end there would be pauses while he
looked for a white spot he had missed so I could never convert
the pain to excitement.
He had me lay on the floor on my stomach then he folded one
mat to put under my breasts then rolled up the other and used his
belt to squeeze my thighs together to hold it in place. He got a
chair to put beside me and walked off.
I was in agony but was able to keep off most of my weight by
pushing down on my arms and knees. He thought of that!
He had me put my arms by my sides so I couldn't lift myself
then showed me two eggs.
"See these eggs? They are going under your knees. If you
break either one of them you will get twenty hard lashes while
you are on the mat."
That was terrible. Now all my weight was on the mats sticking
my tits and sinking into the slit of my pussy while I had to keep
my leg muscles tense so the weight of my legs would not break the
eggs.
incredibly after a while I began to overcome the pain a
little but then he piled huge law books on my shoulder blades and
butt till my boobies went totally flat and every inch of them was
being punctured and the mat at my crotch was buried in my pussy
enough to start stabbing my clit.
I was in agony again with most of the pain centered on my
nipples and clit. Gradually I began to overcome the pain again
and began to gently rock my body to make the stickers move in my
skin. He must have noticed because he got up and went to his desk
then pulled my tearstained face up by my hair to look at him.
"If you like that you are going to love these in your butt."
He showed me a jar of short map pins with round colored heads
on them.
I murmured "No. Please no." but he just ignored me and knelt
by my butt to take off the books.
"Let's see. I need a pattern. I know. It is your birthday
tomorrow, you will be nineteen."
He pushed them into my butt very slowly from the top of the
round part to the crease at the bottom. At each pin I flinched to
move the stickers of the mat in my skin and began the trip to
orgasm.
I was in full orgasm when he finally finished and decided to
give me my birthday spanking. Thankfully he used his hand on the
pin heads to move and drive them in instead of that nasty whip. I
went higher and higher till he suddenly roIled me over ripped off
the belt around my legs tossed away the rolled mat and dropped
his pants to jam his rock hard dick into my sensitive pussy. My
orgasms kept coming till he made a loud grunt and pushed into me
as hard as he could while his dick twitched inside me as he came.
He rolled off me and said, "God that was great! I came so
hard I thought I was going to blow my dick off. Are you alright?"
"I am totally wasted! The pins in my ass really ache. Would
you take them out please?"
"Not quite yet. I am proud of my work. Go look in the
mirror."
I went over to the mirror. Even just walking seemed to make
them move. He had put three rows of pins on my left cheek to make
the number one and three more rows on my right to make a nine. I
had to admit he did a great job but they were aching so I asked
again if I could take them out.
"Not yet. I think that is great! I want a picture."
He ended up shooting a whole roll while I posed in all kinds
of positions with most of them in front of the mirror so the
picture could show my front and back at the same time. He used up
the roll by giving me the thick strap and having me spank myself
while he shot several pictures trying to catch the exact time the
strap was buried in my cheeks.
After that I was really sore so he helped me to pull the pins
and put them back in the jar. I was astonished there was so
little blood.
He said, "Let's start your Birthday celebration. Go look in
the closet. I was afraid there would be another instrument of
torture for another Birthday spanking but it contained a
beautiful white cashmere cocktail dress.
He had me put it on and repair the mascara that had run from
my tears then led me to the door. On the way out he noticed the
package and opened it. He gave a whoop of joy when he found it
was the case Mr. Garrett had asked about and a note that he would
be back in three weeks to go over it with him. He said, "You
simpleton. You wouldn't have been punished if you had taken the
time to open this."
I had such great orgasms from what he had done I didn't know
whether I regretted not opening it.
He decided I should have a special treat so he took me to the
Space Needle for dinner. I had never been there before and was
really impressed. I really felt adult when he ordered wine and
the waiter filled my glass without asking for ID.
He was very loving and attentive all through the meal. It was
hard to believe this was the same man who had hurt me so much.
On the way home he had me pull up my dress and slide forward
on the seat so he could play with my pussy all the way home. I
didn't even care if the cars next to us saw him do it. By the
time we got to my house I was panting and sweating with
excitement.
I showed him the video tape I bought. He sat me on his lap so
we could both watch it during our leisurely fuck. When he came I
hadn't yet and I loved him for licking my clit till I did too.
He said the videotape was pretty good but we could make a
better one.
I didn't do anything wrong for the rest of the week so he
didn't punish me. He did fuck me but I just couldn't cum. When he
was disappointed, I began faking it but by Friday I couldn't face
the prospect of going any longer without one of my wonderful
mind-blowing orgasms. I had watched a national stripping contest
at Las vegas on TV. It excited me to imagine performing in front
of an audience again as I watched them and imitated their
movements. I decided to do a strip for him to see if I could get
him really excited. I wore a sweater,skirt,slip, bra, panties, a
garter belt, mesh stockings, and my shoes with the longest
heels.I had taped the contest so I copied the longest and sexiest
song on a cassette tape.
When I walked in he said, "What are you doing in that outfit?
I told you to wear dresses in the office."
"I know but I wanted to show you something I saw on TV."
I put on the tape and pulled out his chair so I could work
close to him. I did my best and it worked! His cock was making a
tent in his pants when I finished. He reached for me but I ran to
the closet and got my whip. When I returned I said, "I was
wearing six article of clothing more than I should have. You
should give me five lashes for each."
I bent over so he could put ten lashes on my butt and thighs
then turned and put my hands behind my neck so he could cover my
front.I was so excited by the time he got to my wide-spread cunt
the whip got wet. I was in heaven when I fell back on the floor
and his throbbing dick plowed into me. By the time he came I had
several orgasms. When we got our breath I said, "Oh thank you.
That was wonderful. Did you like my strip show?"
"God yes! It was great. It gave me an idea too. I am having a
little cocktail party at my house next week. You need money so I
will give you a hundred for the strip and to be our waitress.
Would that bother you? I know you were afraid to try the nude
dance contest but there will only be ten of us."
I decided not to tell him I was in the contest but I was
curious as to his reaction. "They might get excited. Won't you
get jealous of them wanting to fuck me."
"God no! It will make me proud to know my girl is sexy enough
to get men excited. I hope you get them to drool. I won't let
them fuck you. Only I get to fuck you If I find out you are
fucking anyone else you are out of here."
I really felt good. That seemed to prove he loved me and was
at least jealous of that part. Actually I found out later that he
was just afraid of AIDS.
That night I went to a strip club and sat in the back to
study the girl's moves and see what parts the men liked the most.
I practiced dancing all weekend till I found the perfect song
with slow passages for my stretching and crawling parts and fast
areas to make my tits and butt-cheeks shake.
The anticipation made me very horny and I rushed to work
Monday in the hope he would want to fuck me.
I was devastated when he said that he wanted my body perfect
and for me to be really horny for the Friday party so we would
not make love and he wouldn't punish me. If I did anything wrong
he would just list them on our bulletin board for punishment
later.
It was terrible to see him everyday and not to be able to
make love to him. On Thursday I was glad to escape for awhile
when he sent me to the salon. He told me to pay attention to the
way they made me up because that is the way wanted to see me
Friday. I was bathed and massaged with oil and then they went
over me to pluck out any hair they found. The make-up and hairdo
was easy. Just a pale lipstick and then they pulled back my hair
into a ponytail. When they were through I looked about fourteen
years old. When I put on my sexy dress I looked like a kid
wearing her mom's clothes.
When I got back to the office he told me he had bought a
costume for me. It was a little girls school uniform with a mid-
thigh blue skirt, a matching blazer, a white blouse, white cotton
panties,white cotton bra and saddle-shoes with white anklets.
To complete the illusion he wrapped an elastic bandage around
my back and tits to compress them tight against my chest.
When I had it on my age dropped to about twelve.
He really liked it! He had me twirl around while he chuckled
and applauded. He gave me his address and directions to it and
told me to go home and practice getting it off. He had me go
home wearing it. I felt a little silly when a man at the corner
smiled and said, "Hello, little girl." He got a shocked look on
his face when I got into my car and drove off.
I practiced and practiced to learn to unbutton all the
buttons while continuing to move around then slowly removing the
bandage to let my breasts come back out.
The next morning I practiced some more to get my act perfect.
The wait till it was time to meet him was killing me but I
resisted using my fake penis and walked around in my costume so I
would not wrinkle it till it was time to go.
I found his house easily thanks to his directions. It was a
beautiful place in Mercer Island on Lake washington. There was a
beach and a dock with a sail boat tied to it. I couldn't see any
other houses in any direction because of the trees and big
bushes.
He met me at the door and made me proud by saying, "Becky,
You look fantastic. It is going to be hard to hold off making
love to you till they leave. If you do good I will make love to
you until you just can't cum anymore."
I didn't need that! I was already terribly horny and that
statement made it worse. I could feel my clitoris tingle as it
hardened.
"Oh yes there is another thing. You may be right. Your dance
may get them so excited they will demand relief. You can do that
without sucking, or fucking them. You can use your hands to jerk
them off, or they could fuck your tits."
"I don't understand. How can they fuck my tits?"
"Easy. They just squeeze your tits around their dicks and
pump away in the valley. You won't get off on that so I have
decided they should pay for that privilege which will help your
money problem. Say twenty-five for a hand-job, fifty to fuck your
tits."
"Gee I don't know. Wouldn't that make me a whore"
"Of course not! Whores fuck or suck for money. You are just
entertaining."
"Well I could sure use the money. Are you sure it is okay.
You won't lose respect for me will you?"
"Just the opposite. If you are sexy enough to get them to pay
for that little entertainment I will be proud of you."
"Okay. I got my bills. I need a lot of money."
"You should have no problem. There are ten of them and they
are all rich. They would also pay to whip you."
I felt my clit twinge again as the thought of all those men
whipping and watching both terrified and excited me but I didn't
want to admit how much I needed it. I stammered. "Y-yes I guess I
should be punished for being so lewd."
He just grinned and I am sure he saw right through me but he
just agreed. "Yes and who better to punish you than the
recipients of your lewdness. Don't worry you won't be hurt beyond
your limits."
I did not know what that meant. I had been hurt a lot but at
the time I thought I could take more. I didn't know what my limit
was but my consolation was that I would pass out if it got too
bad.
The guests began arriving about five. Mr. Dumas introduced me
to all of them but I didn't pay any attention to their names I
was just too excited by what I would be doing and all the
compliments. The only one I recognized was Mr Stokes. He looked
shocked then said, "Becky! Is that you, my God you look twelve
years old. This is going to be an exciting night!"
Mr. Dumas acted as bartender while I served drinks with my
ego growing when they all agreed I was either pretty or cute. I
served the canapes the caterer had left. They looked at me so
hungrily I felt like a star.
After a few drinks Mr. Dumas announced that I would provide
some entertainment. He took us into another room that had chairs
placed in a circle. He led me to the center and said, "Gentlemen
you are in luck. Becky has agreed to drive you crazy with
desire."
The applause was still going when he started the tape. This
was even better than the contest. All of them paid full attention
to me and clapped and whistled as each piece of clothes came off.
They went crazy when they saw my hair-less pussy and again when I
slowly took off the bandage and shook my now normal sized
breasts.I laid on my back and brought my legs up to my head to
take off the shoes and socks. Then I got up to do my routines. I
danced around the circle to give them a good look. Some of them
reached out to touch my breasts or pussy or lightly spank my
butt. By then I was so excited I wanted a lot of touches so I got
on my hands and knees to crawl slowly around the ring to have two
or three hands at a time touching me. Mr Stokes started
everything. When I got to him he spanked my butt as long as he
could reach me. When I didn't complain the others joined in and
by my second round they were also slapping my tits and pussy.
When the song ended I just fell to the floor trembling from my
orgasms.
I heard them talking through a fog.
Mr Stokes said, "Shit! I am so horny I am going to pop. Jon!
Can we fuck her?" before he answered others were loudly agreeing
with him.
Mr. Dumas said, "I am sorry gang but I can't let you. She was
a virgin when I met her and I don't know where your dick's have
been. I shudder to think where Stokes dick has been, he would
fuck a snake if someone would hold it's head." They all laughed
and Mr. Stokes took it in good humor saying, "Hey! Don't knock it
if you haven't tried it."
They laughed again then became quiet when Mr. Dumas began to
speak.
"I will make something of an exception but it won't be a
freebie like the dance or spanking. Becky needs money. She is
behind on her bills and is willing to give hand-jobs for twenty-
five bucks or tit fucks for fifty."
In no time Mr Stokes had ripped off his pants and shorts and
rolled me on my back to stick his gnarly dick between my tits and
then squeezed them very tightly around it. He began pumping back
and forth with his fat stomach hitting my nose on the upstroke.
Then I felt my hands being picked up and being wrapped around
other pricks. I was glad I was sweaty to let Mr Stokes dick
slide. From then on that was no problem it seemed I had dicks
between my tits or in my hands forever. It got really gross!
Every time they came they directed their cum on my face or tits.
I didn't care! I was bombarded by sensations to my tits and
fingers going into my pussy and ass-hole. By the time they were
all satisfied with some of them cumming twice I was slippery with
cum from my eyebrows to my stomach. I hoped Mr. Dumas had kept
track of how many times they had used me and then was ashamed I
was thinking about the money.
Mr. Dumas helped me up and looked disgusted as he directed me
to the bathroom to shower. I showered for a long time until every
trace of cum was gone. I felt disgusted with myself for being
excited by their actions and Mr. Dumas look of disgust at my cum
smeared body. My tits were really sensitive from being squeezed
so tightly by so many excited hands. I was glad because I wanted
them to really hurt so I could make up for what I had done. I put
on a bathrobe I found in the bathroom and went back to them.
They were sitting around drinking fully clothed and listening
to Mr. Dumas. When he noticed I was there he came over and took
off my robe and threw it in the corner. He held me by my
shoulders to face them. It made ne feel awfully naked with all of
them fully dressed and looking at me greedily.
Mr. Dumas began talking, "Becky, we have been talking about
you. The general consensus is that you enjoyed getting them all
off. Is that true?"
"Yes I did get excited by it but I didn't have an orgasm.
Honest!"
"That wasn't the idea. You were supposed to be doing it for
the money. You were covered in cum! Don't you think it was a
little slutty on your part to enjoy it."
I felt terribly guilty that they had noticed my excitement
and whimpered, "Yes I am ashamed. I should be punished a lot."
"I told them you would feel this way but as I told you I
don't want to go past your limits so you can set the number of
lashes you deserve."
I thought for a moment then said, "No I think they should
decide. I still need money. You can give me as many lashes as you
want as long as you are willing to pay five dollars per lash.
That may encourage you to hit hard to get your money's worth and
If you are willing to pay I will feel I deserve the punishment."
Mr. Stokes stared at my tits then said, "Are we just talking
about butt spanking? That would be pretty repetitious."
I was excited just at the idea that my nipples and pussy
would soon be stinging and said defiantly, "No. You can hit me
anywhere that will be hidden by a blouse and mini-skirt." His
look of excitement made me be even more explicit. "My back, my
butt, my thighs, my tummy, even my breasts and crotch."
They seemed surprised then someone started to applaud. The
others joined in and someone said, "You are really brave Becky,
we are proud of you."
Mr. Dumas said, "I think you have bitten off more than you
can chew. Money means nothing to these people. When you can't
stand anymore tell us and we will stop."
"Thank you but you will only have to quit if I faint. I want
to see how much I can stand."
"Alright we will have it so you can stop us at anytime. You
will stand here with your hands on your head and your legs
spread. If you take down your hands or close your legs we will
stop."
I had expected to be tied. I was sure I did not have the
willpower. "No. Please tie me or at least let me hold on to
something. I am afraid I can't stand still for that many."
At that one of the men said excitedly, "She is right! She
should be tied so she won't have to concentrate on keeping her
hands up. Let her do what she wants."
Mr Dumas agreed and went to a closet to get ropes with
leather padded cuffs and thankfully the thonged whip I had come
to love.
My arms were tied to the chandelier and my legs tied to the
legs of heavy cabinets by the wall. They cheered when I said
"Tighter!" until my waist got small and my legs spread as far as
they would go. I resolved to take all they wanted to give if it
killed me.
I thought it might! They didn't do it right. Mr. Dumas
started slow and easy then increased the speed and severity as my
excitement built up to the point I could go into orgasm. these
men wanted it to last as long as possible. The man with the whip
would hit once then walk around me to decide on the next place to
hit. I could never brace for it because I never knew when or
where it would come. Worst of all they hit non-sexy places like
my ribs or shoulder blades and never hit a place long enough to
let the nerves get numb. I became hoarse from screaming since all
the lashes were so hard. It dragged on so long they decided to
let me sit down after fifty to have a drink. I begged them to hit
me faster saying it was alright to hit my breasts and pussy more
as long as they did it faster to let me get a little numb. I
guess they did not know I could take many lashes to those
sensitive areas because they cheered again and one man shouted, "
If you can take that all mine will land there."
This was good and bad. The good was that the faster speed
allowed the nerves to be deadened a little and my excitement
could rise. The bad part was that now all the lashes hit my boobs
or pussy. Even when they hit my back they stood close enough to
have the tips come around to burn my nipples or hit my butt from
lashes from the floor so the tips hit my splayed pussy.
I was doing the splits so my pussy and anus made great targets.
Incredibly I still went into orgasms and finally passed out not
from pain but from the crashing orgasms when Mr. Dumas put all
ten of his lashes right into my gaping pussy to create so much
excitement I did not notice pain at all. Just crashing orgasms.
When I woke up I was in Mr. Dumas's bed and he was putting
salve on my welts.
When he realized I was awake he said, "You were really a hit,
Becky. Everyone agreed it was the most exciting night of their
life! Although they felt a little guilty that you passed out from
the pain rather than tell them to stop. I don't think they
realized how much you were hurting because you stopped screaming
and just moaned or grunted even at real hard ones that sunk
thongs clear inside your pussy or threw your tits clear into your
armpits."
"I was too hoarse to scream but at the end I didn't feel pain
at all. Just unreal orgasms until I passed out from the
sensations."
"You also made nine hundred dollars but judging from your
reactions I think you would have done it for nothing."
"I don't know. I would have done it for free if you asked me
but I don't think I would have volunteered. It hurt awful until
they went faster so my excitement could overcome the pain."
"Yes but now that you know that the exhibition of stripping
and whipping can give you fantastic orgasms you would volunteer
wouldn't you?"
I thought for a minute then had to admit he was right.
"Yes I suppose I would. Do you think I am crazy?"
"Maybe but I like it. I was pretty sure you had orgasms from
punishment but you really proved it tonight. You got so wet pussy
juice splattered when they hit your cunt. The problem is that I
don't know how to punish you when you really deserve it and I am
afraid you will make mistakes on purpose so you can be punished."
"Don't worry about that. I discovered tonight that it was not
exciting at all to be hit on my shoulder blades, ribs, or lower
legs. That just hurts awful and is not sexy."
"Maybe you shouldn't have told me."
"No! I know that there will be times that you are really mad
at me and I would rather have bad pain than feel guilty."
The other problem is that I get as excited from giving you
pain as you do from receiving it. I am afraid I might hurt you
very badly."
"I love you and I think you love me enough not to really hurt
me. Besides I will lose consciousness if it gets too bad."
"I do love you baby, but you make me crazy when I see you
starting to cum from the whip."
I wanted to change the subject because he was frightening me.
"My pussy is really sore. If you love me you will kiss it and
make it well."
He didn't say a word he just began kissing my breasts and
then slowly working down my stomach till I got an electric thrill
when his tongue began circling my clit. My pussy was so sensitive
I began a series of orgasms in a few moments.
We hugged and rested then I kissed down his front till I was
licking his dick, balls and even his rectum. I sucked his dick
very slowly till he panted. "Faster. Faster!" I had to giggle
because now he knew just how I had felt with the slow whipping."
We slept late then I got up to look in the mirror amazed that
the throbbing pain I felt when I went to sleep was now gone.
Incredibly I only had bruises around my nipples and on my
pussy.The rest of my body was normal.
I woke him to say excitedly, "Look at me. I am all well! I
thought my body would be a mess but it is almost normal."
He said, "Yes. I am amazed too. Your skin was maroon colored
last night. I guess being so young gives you great recuperative
power."
He put some more salve on my bruises which got us horny again
for a slow satisfying fuck but no fantastic orgasm.
He said, "You are amazing just a bikini bathing suit will
hide your bruises.
Then we went sailing. He had me wear a string bikini his ex
wife had left. It just consisted of a vee just big enough to hide
my pussy. The top was two smaller vees just big enough to cover
my nipples. He got a kick out of sailing up and down the floating
bridge so hundreds of people could see me stretched out on the
bow. He laughed to see the traffic slowing to a crawl but it made
me excited not only to be seen so close to naked but also to bask
in the idea I was sailing with a martini in my hand with a man
that loved and whipped me while they led their humdrum lives.
When we got back to the dock I told him that I had enjoyed
showing off my body in front of all those strangers and he should
punish me for being so vain.
He laughed and said, "Bad punishment?"
"Oh no! Good punishment. I had a fantasy about being whipped
while tied outside to a tree. Would your neighbors see us?"
"No. In fact you can take off that bikini now. I think I know
what you mean. Joanie got off on this. Wait here, if a boat comes
by I want you to face them proudly."
I stood on the beach hoping someone would come by and
wondering what he would do.
He came back carrying a leather paddle and lengths of rope.
"Joanie loved this she said it tested her bravery."
"Who is Joanie?"
"Oh that's right you don't know her. She is the girl that
worked for me before you. She married one of my clients since I
did not want to commit myself. I won't make that mistake with
you."
"I was elated! It seemed to be all but a proposal of
marriage. I gushed, "I will make you happier than Joanie.
Whatever she did for you I want to do more."
He gave me the paddle to carry. It was about the size of a
tennis racquet and would cover all of my butt or breasts at each
lash. I was sure it would bruise me but I didn't care. If Joanie
did it I wanted to as well.
He stopped me where a pine tree had blown over. The roots
held it up at about a twenty degree angle. The bark was dry and
looked awful stickery.
