Archive-name: Samesex/ll2.txt
Archive-author: Laurie Anne Roberson
Archive-title: Loving Lesbos - Whispers of Pain


     The most interesting times of our sexual escapades occurred when
Danielle and I engaged in some rather, shall I say, kinky or bizarre
activities where it seemed anything was permissible for either of us to
do to each other.  Neither of us was consistently the aggressor.  Each
of us was capable of drawing out long, often agonizing semi-tortures
upon the other, always leading to the highest levels of orgasm we would
know, sometimes simultaneously during one of our sessions, sometimes
just for the torturer, sometimes just for the victim.
     We usually reserved our heaviest activity of this nature to one
night per week, primarily Friday or Saturday night, allowing at least
one full day's recovery from the sweet pain of our bodies.  Danielle,
for her part, learned to wield a whip or a strap with such expertise
that she knew just how to drain every drop of sweat from me before I
succumbed to her manipulations of my body.
     Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and leave
her dripping, both literally and figuratively.  She really loved to be
whipped, perhaps as much as I did.  Completely wanton in her desire to
achieve a new orgasmic high, Danielle would sometimes beg to treated
more harshly than I thought was humanly possible.
     Two weekends ago, Danielle stood in front of me as I sat on the
sofa.  I was wearing a dark blue skirt miniskirt with a white, cotton
blouse.  I left the top two buttons of the blouse undone, for "show".
She came out of the bedroom carrying a long, thin, cruel-looking, black
leather birch rod in her hand.  I looked up at her, wide-eyed.  She was
wearing a short, black leather skirt with a matching vest, opened at the
chest.  She was bra-less.  Half of her tits were hanging out.
     "Laurie," she said, staring straight into my eyes, "what is the
punishment for little girls who have been bad?"
     I smiled.  "A real good whipping usually takes the badness out of
them."  I felt a tingling in my loins.  I wondered what I had done that
was "bad".  I felt like a needed a good whipping to relieve a lot of
built-up tension.
     Then, she turned the tables.  It was she who had been bad.  Really
bad.  "I made it with Erica today.  I cheated on you.  I'm sorry."
Tears actually filled her eyes.  She handed me the whip.  "Make me pay
for it," she sobbed, lowering her head in shame.
     She had never done this before--confessing and then asking to be
punished for it.  I was jealous enough, however, to take out some of my
anger upon her beautiful body.
     "Your punishment, dear Danielle, will be to describe what Erica
did to you in complete detail while I give you a good thrashing.  You
know I am more angered by your involvement with another woman than I
would be if some puny man took advantage of you.  Why did you do it?"
     "She was photographing me in the nude and offering me drinks as
she went along.  As time went by, the photos became more obscene.  The
wine went to my head so quickly.  Before I knew it, she had strapped a
dildo on.  I hardly had time to stop her."
     "But you eventually consented, of course.  She didn't rape you,
did she?"
     Danielle sniffled.  "Yes.  I mean, no.  She didn't rape me.  I, I
let her take me."
     "Which of you little openings did she violate?" I asked, my voice
becoming more angered.
     "Oh, please Laurie, I...I..."
     "ANSWER ME!" I shouted.
     "Both," she whispered with her head bent downward.
     "Your ass and your pussy?  With the dildo?" I asked incredulously.
Tiny beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead now.
     "Yes," she half-sobbed.
     I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands.  She
stared at it fearfully, biting her lower lip.  She knew when she had
chosen the rod that it was one of the more painful forms of punishment
available to her.  The thin, unyielding leather was one of the crueler
devices, yet it was she who had chosen it.
     "Turn around!" I ordered.  The pretty strawberry blonde turned her
back to me as she faced the far wall, staring straight ahead.  The soft,
dark leather of her skirt molded perfectly around her gorgeous ass.
     "I am going to teach you a little lesson in humility, young lady.
When I'm finished with you, I think you will regret submitting to Erica
today.  First, I am going to give your ass a good thrashing while you
tell me what she did to you.  Take off your vest, then raise your skirt
over your hips."  I watched the frightened blonde, my lover, who had
cheated on me today pull the vest over her shoulders, then let it fall
with a slight thud to the floor behind her.  Her bare back looked
enticingly sexy.  I thought that I must mark that up also.
     "I'm scared," she said nervously.
     "You should be," I replied.  "Come on, let's get that skirt up nice
and high!"
     Danielle's trembling hands moved to the hem of the leather skirt.
She knew better than to disobey me.  Slowly, she eased the slithery
garment upward, revealing inch by inch her soft, white legs, now closed
tightly together.  The leather was just thin enough to allow her expose
the backside of a pure white pair of silky undies.  The view from behind
was already causing my juices to flow onto the crotch of my own panties.
     Without saying a word, I leaned forward, reached my hands under the
raised skirt, located the elastic top of her silky whites, and quickly
drew the soft material downward, exposing the lower crack of Danielle's
ass, her split pumpkin.  I whisked the panties all the way down her
legs.  Obediently, she stepped out of them.  She was naked now, save the
skirt which she continued to hold waist high.
     "Stay like that," I ordered.  "If your skirt falls down when I am
beating you, the whipping will get worse.  Do you understand?"
     "Yes," she replied with a slight sniffle.
     "Did Erica eat your sweet little pussy before she defiled you with
the dildo?"
     "Y-yes," cried Danielle.  "I was afraid she would hurt me if I
didn't let her do it."  Using her answer as the key to begin the
whipping, I arose from my seat, stood behind the standing girl, and with
a quick flick of the wrist, drove the taut whip sharply into Danielle's
alabaster buttocks.
     "AHHHH!" shouted the pretty blonde, her knees buckling slightly
from the blow.
     "Tell me what she did!"
     I watched the area that I had just struck redden as she spoke.
"She pushed me on the bed and held me with her hands.  I had no clothes
on.  She sat over me, on top of my chest, and forced my legs apart.  She
was already wearing the dildo.  I was so scared."
     "How long did it take her to eat you?"
     "About 15 minutes.  That's all.  Oh, Laurie, I'm so sorry!"
     "Did you come?"
     There was a long, pregnant pause.  Danielle's face grimaced, as if
in pain (or was she merely bracing herself for my next stroke?).  "Y-
yes, I couldn't help it."
     The next lash was even harder than the first, right across the
juncture where her upper thighs and lower ass met, a very tender spot
indeed.  Danielle screamed out loud and literally jumped off the floor
as the thin leather bit into her.  How she maintained her hold on up
upraised skirt I'll never know.  She fell several steps forward.  I
followed right behind her, holding the stiff rod with two hands.
     "Bend over some, I want that skin across your ass to be nice and
tight, you little whore!"  Still reaching behind her to keep her skirt
held up over her sweet buns, Danielle bent at the waist, poking her ass
invitingly outward.  Her legs parted even more as she sought to maintain
her balance.  The soft, blonde hairs of her pussy sprouted from the apex
of the "V" created by her legs.
     "Then what happened?" I asked, staring at my lover's gorgeous ass.
     "She, she turned around and faced me, her body between my legs.
I could feel the dildo touching me down there, right on my pussy.  SHe
told me not to move, that she would do all the work.  I felt it going
into me."
     With her last words, I drove the leather rod in an upward
direction, slicing it across the fullness of her buttocks.  She squealed
like a stuck pick.  Little droplets of tears fell silently to the floor.
     "Did she kiss you?"
     "Y-yes," replied Danielle.
     "Where?  On your lips?"
     "Yes," she mumbled.
     THWACK!!! I gave her a short, quick stroke across her thighs.
     "On your breasts?"
     "Y-yes," she replied in a gasp of pain.
     THWACK!!! Another stroke, on the right side of her naked buttock.
     "She sucked your nipples?"
     "Please, no more," begged the now sobbing blonde.
     "I'll stop, if you really want, if you feel you've been punished
enough for what you did."  It was her decision whether or not to go on.
     She thought for a few seconds.  "I haven't been punished enough,"
she half-whispered.
     "SAY IT LOUDER!" I commanded.
     "Punish me more, mistress!" she blurted loudly.
     I had a feeling she wanted some more.  "Then answer my question,
Danielle--did she suck your nipples?"
     "Yes, for a long time.  All the while she was taking me with the
dildo."
     I watched her brace herself.  Her body tightened just before I gave
her three quick strokes, in succession, beginning at the top and working
down her now well-striped derriere.  Instead of crying out, however, she
was beginning to moan now between her elongated gasps for air.  It was
sound I knew well.  Her orgasm would not be far behind.
     "How did she take your ass?"
     "Do I have to tell you?" she cried, rubbing the palms of her hands
over her naked ass, trying to soothe the burning pain.
     "Tell me!  Move your hands away from your ass!"
     She moved her hands to her hips.  Her hips were swaying gently back
and forth.  Her knees were just a bit wobbly.  "She dragged me to an arm
chair.  She made me kneel on it, facing the back of the chair."
     "Did she grease you up first?" I asked.
     There was a pause again.  "Well, not exactly," she hesitatingly
replied.
     "What do you mean 'Not exactly'?"
     "She, well, you know, she used her mouth to lubricate me."
     "You let her tongue your asshole?" I asked incredulously.
     Danielle gulped.  Her silence was an affirmative answer to my
question.  Without hesitation, I began a long series of at least 10 or
12 sharp strokes all over her ass and thighs.  As she fell forward from
the blows, I followed her, taking aim at the now criss-crossed ass and
wielding whip unmercifully.  At about the sixth stroke, her moans turned
to long "WHOOOOO'S".  It was the sound I was waiting for, the sign that
no matter how hard the next strokes would be, she had reached
fulfillment.  The last six lashes were only for show, she had finally
reached her limit.  Her body fell in a heap to the floor, shaking
spasmodically, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
     I watched her half-naked body twitch for several minutes, as she
slowly came down from her high.  I fell back onto the sofa, exhausted
myself.  My panties were completely soaked.  I felt like taking them
off, to air out my pulsating pussy.  I would wait and let Danielle do
it for me.  She arose slowly, almost painfully.  Her brow was filled
with beads of sweat.  Her skirt fell down beneath the 'V' of her legs.
She slinked down next to me, breasts heaving, and wrapped herself around
me.
     "Thank you," she whispered into my ear.
     My arms embraced her naked back, now warm with perspiration.  "Was
I too hard on you?" I asked compassionately.
     "Maybe," she replied.
     "You deserved every bit of it," I said with a smile.
     "I wouldn't let Erica do that to me, you fool.  I love you too
much."
     "What?" I gasped.
     "I made it up.  I wanted to see what you would do if I ever did let
her do something like that."
     "Why you little stinker!  And what lesson did you learn?"
     Danielle laughed.  "Mmmm.  I learned that it she ever does do that
to me, that I better tell you, so you can beat the shit out of me again.
Just like you just did.  Oh, did that ever feel good!"
     She had fabricated the story, just to arouse my anger, to test my
level of jealousy.  We fell along the sofa, side by side, still
embracing.   I felt Danielle's knee insinuating between my legs, pushing
my skirt up in the process.  I opened up slightly to accommodate her.
As her upper knee pressed into my cum-soaked panty crotch, I squeezed
my own legs against her invading leg, trapping it in place.  I pressed
my groin into the hardness between my legs.
     Entwined together, embracing each other, our kiss was long and
passionate, filled with wetness.  Tongue to tongue, we kissed for an
eternity.  Danielle pushed her knee harder into my sex, pressing against
my engorged clitoris.  Locating a naked breast, I squeezed her melon
gently, flicking my thumb over her turgid nipple.  She moaned softly
into my mouth, a deep, throaty moan.
     "It's not fair," I said, breaking the kiss.
     "What?" she asked.
     "That all your tensions are relieved, and mine aren't."  I smiled.
     "I suppose I could take care of that," she whispered, gently
insinuating her right hand between her knee and my throbbing crotch.
Quickly, she located my clit beneath the thin material with her middle
finger and stroked it back and forth.
     "Oh!  That feels so good, Danielle!" I gasped, opening my legs even
wider to accommodate her.
     "You're all wet down here!" she exclaimed.
     "See what you do to me!"
     "What would you like me to do to you?"
     I looked into her deep blue eyes, far into her subconscious.  Our
eyes met for an eternity.  She licked her upper lip with the very tip
of her tongue.  I wanted her more than ever.  "Just what I did to you,"
I whispered sexily, not taking my eyes from hers, "only more."
     Danielle smiled broadly.  "I don't know if you could take it," she
said.
     "I can take anything you can dish out.  I want you to work me over
like never before, from head to toe.  Front and back.  Everywhere."
     "Everywhere?" she exclaimed.
     "Yes," I replied.  "Will you do it for me, please?"
     "I'm afraid of hurting you, Laurie."
     "I want you to hurt me, Danielle.  Don't you understand?  I need
something only you can give me.  I trust you.  But you must promise me
something."
     "What is it?" she asked.
     "That you won't hold back.  Even when I'm screaming for mercy.
That you won't finish my body is tingling all over, and I mean 'All
over'".
     "What do you want me to use on you?"
     "Whatever you think is appropriate for the part of the body you're
pulverizing.  It's your choice.  The paddle , the pussy whip, the birch
rod, the cat-o-nine tails, the zinger--anything your heart desires.
Just make it feel good, love."  I was so hot, I could taste the lashes
already.  "Go get all the whips."
     Danielle pushed herself away from me.  While I remain prone on the
sofa, she slipped into the bedroom and soon returned with an armful of
pain.  I had purposely not adjusted my position.  With my skirt three-
fourths of the way up my thighs, my lover had an unobstructed view of
the entire length of my panty-covered crotch.  Her eyes zeroed in on me
there as she moved closer to me.  She dropped the whips on a chair, then
stood over me, still staring between my spread legs.
     "You are wanton," she said, gulping slightly.
     I didn't reply.
     I knew she wanted to dive between my legs and suck me off.  Later.
Her leather vest was opened completely, exposing her beautiful breasts.
Her chest heaved.  Her hands were on her hips, over the supple leather
skirt.  Her eyes were full of fire.  "Get up," she commanded.
     I arose, moving my legs slowly enough to permit her a long, wide-
eyed view of my now steaming sex.  She turned to the right and moved
closer to me.  Her eyes surveyed my fully clothed body.  "Do you want
to be tied up?" she asked.
     "No," I softly replied, acting as complacent as possible.
     "Are you sure?  You're really going to be jumping around after I
get started on you."
     "I'm sure," I said.  I wanted the effect to be felt more fully this
way.
     "Remove your clothes, please," she said nonchalantly.
     "Everything?" I asked.
     "I want to see nothing but skin, young lady.  Pure, white skin.
Get on with it!"
     Nervously, my fingers moved to my white cotton blouse and fumbled
with the button between my tits.  I felt Danielle's eyes on my hands as
I continued the downward trek, loosening each button, opening more of
myself up to her with each one.  Pulling the shirt tails from beneath
the waistband of my skirt, I undid the final two buttons.  I looked at
her face as I pulled the material apart.  Her eyes were fixed on my
chest, now clad in only a thin, white, lacey bra which hid little of my
swollen breasts.
     I liked the feeling of being made to undress in front of her.  It
heightened my excitement.  My fingers moved to the belt buckle at my
waist, quickly releasing joining halves.  The button and zipper at the
side of dark blue skirt were next.  The sound of the zipper being
lowered broke the pregnant, sexy silence in the room.  With just a
slight push downward, the skirt fell in a heap around my feet.  I
stepped out of the material, clad only in my bra and panties.
     I held my left hand in front of the 'V' of my crotch, while my
right forearm crossed in front of my breasts.  Feigning shyness, I
looked at my lover, soon to be my tormentor.  "Can I leave my bra and
panties on?  I don't like to be naked in front of someone."
     Danielle gritted her teeth, playing my silly game to the hilt.
Reaching behind her, she picked up the ominous-looking cat-o-nine tails.
"Take them off or I'll use this monster between your legs!"
     She play-acted so perfectly.  I really felt like a victim of some
cruel-hearted mistress.  Looking away from her in shame, my degradation
continued as I moved my hands behind my back and undid the bra strap
there.  Immediately, I felt my breasts fall free as I leaned forward and
let the bra slide down my arms.  I watched it fall to the floor, like
a rose petal.  Straightening up, my forearm moved in front of my naked
breasts, over my now turgid nipples.
     "Move you arm away from your tits!" she commanded.  I did, exposing
my bare chest to the world in front of me.  My huge melons swayed
slightly like globs of jelly.  I felt her eyes on them.
     "Your panties," she said, leaving the verb out of her sentence.
     Lowering my head in humiliation, I placed my thumbs into the band
of the bikini-styled undies at either side of my hips and began pushing
the material downward.  Watching the path of the panties with my own
eyes, knowing that Danielle's were there too, I stopped after exposing
about an inch of dark brown curls from my upper pubis.  I looked back
at Danielle, head cocked to the side, mouth opened slightly, a look of
"Do I have to?" in my eyes.
     All she had to do was raise the cat-o-nine tails above her
shoulder.  In a whisk, the panties were off my legs.  In bending, my
mammaries hung down from my chest in their weightiness.  Kicking the
panties to side on the carpet, I stood up straight, hands at my side,
completely naked.
     "Make your nipples more hard," she ordered.
     Face reddening, but with unquestioned obedience, I moved a thumb
and index finger of each hand to the red nubbins and began squeezing
them, moving the nipples back and forth between my fingers, exciting the
nerve endings surrounding them.  Soon, they became hard, pebble like,
swollen.  Danielle's eyes bulged as she watched me perform my
manipulations.
     "If you can't squeeze them any harder than that, I can!" she
exclaimed, moving behind me now and brushing my hands away from my
breasts.  "Don't move!" she said, reaching around in front of me and
replacing my fingers with hers.
     "OH!  THAT HURTS!" I whimpered as Danielle squeezed each rock-hard
nipple between her fingers.  It really did hurt, but it felt good.  I
liked to be treated like this.  My arousal was reaching unbelievable
heights.
     "Quiet!" she hissed between her teeth, using her mock anger to
squeeze me all the more hard.  I grimaced in pain, cocking my head back.
I felt her breath on my neck.  Her leather vest pressed into my back.
I wanted her naked, too, so I could feel her skin against mine.
     She must have squeezed the sensitive nubbins for a full five
minutes, unrelenting in her movements, continually applying pressure to
my aching nipples.  My breathing became heavier with each passing
moment.
     "Why are you so wanton?" she whispered into my ear.
     I didn't answer her.  My groans filled the room.  Still, she kept
the pressure on me, pulling the sensitive protuberances away from my
melons, stretching the skin of the surrounding areolas. Finally, when
she stopped, releasing the nipples like hot pieces of coal, the whole
front of both of my tits tingled with a eerie warmth.  Yes, I am wanton,
Danielle.  So very, very wanton.
     "Stay still," she said insistently, wrapping her right arm around
my waist and grasping me tightly.  She placed her left hand between my
shoulder blades, pushing forward.  "Bend over a little," she ordered,
using her hand to urge me in that direction.  My nipples were still
sore.  Were my breasts in for some more torture?
     "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, my body now bent
slightly at the waist.
     "Shush!" she said, taking her hand from my naked back.
     At first it surprised me, the feeling of something pressing into
the lower crack of my ass, insinuating itself just outside my anus.
Soon, I realized it was Danielle's thumb.  I gasped out loud.
     "Not there!" I cried.
     "Yes, there.' she snarled, pressing the full of her thumb against
my rubbery nether hole.  "And if you move away, I'll blister this sweet
little ass of yours with a rubber hose."
     Her finger, wedged in the cheeks of my ass, turned a slow circle
around my crinkly rosebud.  With each circular movement, she pressed
harder into the circle.
     "You don't have any lubrication on your finger," I said
beseechingly.
     "With an asshole as big as yours, I don't need lubrication.  If you
just relax and let it happen, it won't hurt.  I'm not going to stop
until I'm inside you, if it takes all night.  Let it happen, Laurie.
Relax."
     I did as she wanted, concentrating on letting my sphincter slacken
as she pressed inward.  I couldn't let on, but the sensation was
exquisite.  I would have let her drive a truck into me there, so much
did I enjoy having my backside violated.  Soon, I felt the tip of her
thumb break through the yielding door to my rectal area and glide into
me.
     "AHH!" I gasped, feigning pain but feeling nothing but pleasure.
The digit entered me completely, pressing against the walls of my
rectum, exciting the soft, warm tissues inside.  I encircled the
invading finger with my sphincter muscle, cradling it within me.  As I
squeezed my anal muscle tightly, Danielle began to piston it back and
forth.  I wanted to cry out with happiness, so beautiful was the feeling
inside me there.
     "OH!  That hurts!" I lied.  "Please stop!"
     "When I'm done," she husked.  "Stay still!"
     For the next ten minutes, Danielle violated my asshole with her
thumb, unrelentingly driving it in and out of me, all the while holding
me tightly around the waist to prevent me from falling forward.  She
knew I loved to have things shoved deep into my ass--anything--clothes
pins, cucumbers, broom handles, fingers, toes, tongues, anything that
would fit inside my tight little hole I gladly accepted in wanton
pleasure.  Just as I was on the brink, within an eyelash of the
delicious orgasm I needed so badly, she pulled out.  Just like that it
was gone from me.  I felt empty inside.
     "I think you're ready for your whipping now.  Look at the insides
of your thighs.  They're wet with your juices.  You're flowing like a
stream, honey.  Shame on you.  You'll pay more dearly because you like
to be humiliated so much."  She reached inside my slightly spread legs
and wiped some of the cum with the palm of her hand.  I hadn't realized
I was secreting so much vaginal fluids.
     Danielle released her hold around my waist.  I straightened up,
arms at my sides.  She made me turn, to face her.  Beads of sweat formed
on my brow.  She looked so cruel.  "What will it be first, young lady,
your ass, your legs, your breasts, your back....where do you want to
feel the sting of the whip upon your body?"
     My chest heaved, the breasts hanging weighty in their fullness.
My nipples were more like thumb-tips, hard and engorged.  Although my
head was lowered in submissiveness, I felt Danielle's eyes on the
melons.  "You won't whip me too hard?"  I choked on my words.
     "Hard enough," she replied.  "Oh, it's so hard to decide where to
start.  Cup your breasts!  Hold them up for me!"
     My face reddening, I brought the palms of my hands beneath the
hanging gourds and lifted each of them up.  Even I couldn't believe how
heavy and swollen they felt.  I knew how much Danielle loved them, and
how much I loved to have her caress them for me.  I've come more than
once just by her sucking at length on my nipples.
     "Yes," she whispered.  "They are beautiful, Laurie.  What a shame
to have to hurt them."
     "They're very sensitive," I whined.  "Perhaps you should
concentrate on my buttocks."
     Danielle laughed out loud.  "And maybe I should just use a feather
on you!  Who are you kidding?  Look at me, Laurie!"  She put two fingers
under my chin and forced my head up.  Her eyes were filled with fire.
     "You are not here for some fun and relaxation.  You need a good
beating, and that's what I'm going to do.  Don't place any restrictions
on how I do it.  You'll take whatever I dish out, and then beg for more
if I want you to.  In fact, you can start begging right now!  Kneel
down!"
     Still cupping my breasts, I knelt in front of her, obediently, my
eyes on the floor beneath my knees.  Looking down at my nakedness, I saw
my own curly, dark brown pubic bush which seemed so full at the juncture
where my legs met in an inverted 'V'.
     "Tell me you want me to whip you!" she commanded.
     I raised my head slightly, my mouth half opened.  "I, I want you
to whip me," I said, my voice hardly above a whisper.
     "I can't hear you, Laurie."
     "I want you...I want you to whip me," I blurted.
     "That's much better.  And how hard does the young lady want me to
whip her?"
     "I, I...."
     "Come on, I haven't got all night!"
     "Very hard," I said with a big gulp.
     "Hold your tits higher--they're sagging too much!"  Danielle then
walked in a complete circle around me, surveying the territory she was
about to inflict pain upon, studying me carefully.  As she came around
to my right side she turned and bent over the chair on which she had
thrown all the whips.  Out of the corner of my eye I watched her sift
through the field of leather monsters.  I wondered which she would chose
first.  My heart was pounding inside my chest.
     Finally she turned, holding a pussy whip, an extremely painful,
black-handled device with one single, eight-inch strand, at the end of
which was a knurled button, perhaps a quarter inch in diameter.  The one
piece thong was bad enough--but its knurled end was a real pain inducer.
Wielded properly, it could invoke sharp, biting stings that would send
jolts of anguish quickly into the targeted area.  It's primary use, for
those brave enough to take it, and from whence it gets its name, is on
the female genitalia, where the clitoris, pussy lips and vaginal
entrance are extremely vulnerable to the knurled knob.  Danielle had
used it on me there before, just hard enough to give me a few good
jolts, and I often reciprocated.  The minute I saw the device, my loins
began to tingle.
     My eyes followed her as she turned, moved in front of me, then sat
on the sofa, facing me.  She held the whip in her right hand, its strand
hanging limply between her slightly parted legs.  She looked into my
puppy-dog eyes, searching for my fear and finding it deep inside me.
I showed it to her with a tiny gulp.  The corners of her mouth moved
into a half-smile.       "This one can really hurt," she said, referring
to the pussy whip she was holding.  "I think it's an excellent one to
begin our little session with, don't you?"
     I didn't answer her.
     She smiled slightly once more, the softness of her face belying the
thoughts in her mind.  "A pussy whip," she continued, "doesn't it look
terrifying, Laurie.  I've never really used it hard on you, have I?"
     I shook my head in agreement, not taking my eyes from hers.
     "It isn't only for pussies, though, it can be devastating on other
parts of the body as well.  Like, well like your breasts, for instance."
A chill went through my body as she flicked her wrist slightly, the thin
leather thong turning a few quick circles at the end of the wooden
handle.  Her eyes went straight to my still cupped tits.  "Mm, yes.
That would hurt a bit, wouldn't it?" she asked rhetorically.
     "My breasts are very sensitive," I whimpered.
     "I know.  That's why I thought of this little zinger.  Gosh, I
wonder what the tip of this thing would feel like if it caught a nipple
or something!"  She was teasing me now, and I loved it.  We had complete
trust in each other, or we would never play these little games.
     "Tell me, Laurie, why are you holding your breasts like that?"
     "Uh, because you asked me to."
     "No, silly.  I mean, why would I ask you to?"
     I thought for a moment.  "Well, you wanted me to offer them to
you."
     "Of course.  So they are mine now?"
     I lowered my head once more.  "My whole body is yours, mistress,"
I whispered.
     "To do with as I please."
     "Yes," I said.
     "Close your eyes, my dear."
     She always made me close my eyes before whipping me.  It served to
heighten my fear, not being able to see when the stroke would come, or
how hard it was being wielded.  The slight rustling I could hear in
front of me told me she had shifted forward on the sofa, moving closer
to me.  In my mind's eye, I could see the pussy whip being held aloft,
above my waiting breasts.
     "Push your nipples up higher," she commanded.
     "Oh, no, not my nipples!" I thought as I dutifully pointed the red-
circled nubbins in Danielle's direction, wincing my eyes in anticipation
of what was to come.
     "What a beautiful target," she said softly, talking to herself.
     "I'm so scared," I said, half-whining, expecting the first stroke
to come down upon my sensitive tissues at any time.
     "That helps the atmosphere, darling.  I want you to be scared.  You
still want me to work you over real good, don't you?"
     "Y-yes," I replied, still keeping my eyes tightly shut, for the
first time thinking to myself that maybe it wasn't as good an idea as
I had originally envisioned.  Danielle was the type who liked to
surprise her victims.
     "Mmm, such a big nipple!" she exclaimed, emphasizing the word
"big".  "When I'm done with you, if it doesn't hurt too much from the
whipping, I'll suck it nice and slow for you."
     "Yes, I would like that," I said, my voice cracking in nervousness.
     "Mmm, maybe one nice stroke, then one long suck.  On each of them.
Just alternate back and forth.  Would you like that, Laurie?"
     I tried to swallow, but nothing was there.  My breasts felt so
heavy in my hands, my nipples so exposed and imperiled.  "If you wish,
mistress," I softly replied, ever the faithful subservient.
     "I won't leave any lasting marks," said Danielle.  "We'll have just
one whole body striped and blotched in pretty shades of red, from top
to bottom.  We don't want to leave any area ignored, do we?"
     Hardly had the words left her mouth than the whistle of the pussy
whip gliding through the air filled my ears.  Formulating the answer to
her question in my mind, I guess I wasn't quite prepared for the stroke
at that moment.  Taking careful aim, she drove the full force of the
thin leather strand along the upper portion of my proffered right
breast.  The tell-tale crack of leather into my sensitive flesh was
followed in milliseconds by a searing, burning pain, electric-like in
its intensity, throughout the whole gland.
     "AHHHHHHHH!" I cried, throwing my head back in pain, contorting my
face, gasping for my next few breaths.
     "Dear me," she said softly, "Such a loud scream for just the first
stroke.  Let's try to be a bit more brave, my dear, or this will be  a
long, long night for the both us."
     I was breathing audibly and quickly through my mouth.  My right tit
hurt like hell, but why, deep inside, did I want more?  "I can take it,"
I cried.
     "Oh, I know you can, Laurie," she said with a flick of her wrist,
sending a second lash into me, this time on my left breast, across the
top.
     "EEEEEYAAAA!" I shouted, falling slightly forward from the sharp
pain which was unbelievable in its intensity on my delicate flesh.
     "And we haven't even scorched the nipple yet!  This could be fun!"
she said gleefully.  "Shall I stop, Laurie?"
     I took a long, deep breath through my mouth, letting the air fill
my lungs.  "No," I said, quite bravely, letting the air out as soon as
I had spoken.
     "I hope you won't be sorry," she said, shifting her body once more
on the sofa, bettering her angle.  My eyes were shut as tightly as
possible, as I braced myself for the next lash.  To my surprise, she
went right to work on my defenseless, ultra-sensitive nipples.  Although
she had to have held back something out of deference to my ability to
withstand pain, the next stroke landed right on the button, the wicked
knurled end of the cruel thong catching my right nipple with its full
force.  A thousand needles jammed into me there could not have hurt so
much.
     I let out a long, blood-curdling scream, at the top of my lungs,
as I fell forward onto the rug beneath me, in a heap, grabbing the poor
nipple with my right hand in a vain effort to douse the flame there.
My breaths now game in gasps.  I curled up into a fetal position.
     "I'm sorry," she said.  "I didn't mean..."
     "Shut up," I interrupted not wanting her to spoil this fantasy.
"I told you I can take it.  I want you to give it to me.  This is just
the beginning."  The searing pain radiated from the recently stuck
nipple throughout my entire breast.  The nubbin seemed to be throbbing
as the delicate nerve endings sent messages of burning pain to my mind.
     "You surprise me," whispered Danielle.  "I've known you all this
time, but I didn't ever think you were up to this sort of thing.  I'd
have thrown in the towel ten minutes ago."
     I smiled, feeling the pain in my swollen nipple begin to subside
slightly.  "I can't explain it.  It's like there is something inside me
that makes me want you to do that, just like you did.  Don't be afraid,
Danielle.  It hurt like hell, but only for a moment.  It just sort of
tingles now.  It makes me feel good.  I'll let you know if you go too
far.  Just give me a real good workout, head to toe, and when you're
done, I'll give you the best tongue job you ever had."
     "You do give great head," she said with a broad smile.
     "The best, but I've held the best of the best back for an occasion
just like this," I whispered sexily.
     "You mean the more I hurt you, the better your tongue gets?"
     "You might say that," I replied, the glint in my eyes exposing the
truth of my statement.
     She smiled broadly, knowing that she had a strange power over me
now.  I was practically begging for her to go all out.  From this moment
on, her innate sense of hurting me too much seemed to disappear.  I had
given her a good reason to really give it to me, if she wanted to, and
I taken away any incentives to hold back.  The ball was in her court
now.
     "You are either exceedingly brave or extremely foolish," she said.
"In either case it's obvious that you think you have a high tolerance
for pain.  We'll see how true that is very shortly.  Turn around and
face the wall."
     Still in a kneeling position, I turned awkwardly on my knees, my
breasts swaying back and forth as I moved.  My entire backside was now
exposed.  I knelt....  Waiting....
     She kept me in that position for several moments, surveying me.
I could almost feel her eyes on my buttocks, an obvious potential as her
next target.  "You have such a gorgeous ass, Laurie.  What a shame we
have to stripe it."
     I gulped, straining to listen for the tell-tale sound of the tiny
whip whistling through the air.  The knurled knob of the leather thong
would hurt tremendously.  I waited longer.  Still nothing.  What was she
doing?  The suspense was killing me.  Finally, I heard her move.  From
behind me, she arose from the sofa and returned to the chair upon which
she had placed all the whips.  I stopped bracing myself for the pain.
The momentary lapse felt good.  A kind of relief swept over me.  A
moment's reprieve.  "Relax, Laurie," I told myself, "you were the one
who wanted this."
     Bending over once more, Danielle rummaged through the whips once
more before straightening up and turning back in my direction.  In her
hand was a cat-o-nine tails, the strands hanging ominously down and
seeming to jingle silently as she moved behind me once more.
     The fear returned quickly.  The cat could hurt.  My back and my
buttocks lay bare, uncovered, exposed.  "Raise your arms over your head
and bend forward slightly," she commanded.  I obeyed, instinctively, my
humongous breasts hanging in their fullness.
     "Are you ready?," she asked tantalizingly.
     "Yes," I gulped.
     "Count the strokes," she said, standing behind me, raising the cat-
whip over her right shoulder, taking careful aim, and bringing the nine
strands down upon my bare back, just above my right shoulder blade.
     "EEEE-YAAAA! ONE!" I cried as each wicked strand found its own area
to sting me, most of them biting across my shoulder and clavicle.
     "Good girl," she continued, snapping her wrist sharply and driving
the nine leather thongs horizontally across the upper left side of my
back.
     "AHHHHHHH!  TWO!" I shouted out.
     "THWACK!!!"  The loud crack of the wicked whip right between my
shoulder blades sent electrical impulses along the length of my spinal
cord.
     "OHHHH!  THREE!" I cried, followed by a long moan.
     "I want your tongue like never before!" she exclaimed, taking the
whip with two hands and sending it screaming across the small of my
back.
     The moan and scream that followed this last stroke seemed to come
from deep within me.  My back seemed to be on fire.  "FOUR!" I shouted
at the end of my scream, punctuated by heavy breathing.
     "You love this, don't you, you little whore!"  bellowed Danielle.
Before I could answer, the fifth stroke came lashing across the full of
my back like a thief in the night, robbing me of my dignity.
     "EEEEEEE!  AHHHHHH!" I shrieked.  "FIVE!"  My throat, now
completely dry, making my count more difficult.  My back felt as if a
thousand burning needles had simultaneously penetrated me there.  Tears
streamed down my cheeks in torrents from the pain, but I wasn't crying
out loud.  Why did I want more of this torment?
     Danielle moved closer to me, then, bending slightly, brought the
fingernails of her left hand to a point just below the nape of my neck.
Gently, soothingly, she began to move the nails in a slow, circular
pattern all over my burning back.  The effect was tremendously
tranquilizing.  "I know it hurts, baby," she whispered in a comforting
voice.
     "Oh, Danielle...." I started to say in a whimper.
     "Shhhh," she interrupted, her voice soft as a glove.  "Soon it will
feel good."
     I closed my eyes, knowing she was right.  When she arose, the
burning feeling across my back had subsided.  I was ready for more.  "I
like how you do it," I said.
     "I know," she replied.  "We all need this sometimes."  Without
warning, her gentle words were followed by another biting lash, again
over my right shoulder blade.  The outer tentacles of the whip reached
all the way around to the front of my clavicle, the cruel tips digging
into me there.  As I screamed out once more, I wanted to lower my arms
and soothe my hurt, but I knew I couldn't.
     Over the next five minutes, my counting continued, all the way up
to twelve.  Twelve hard, full, biting, stinging, lashing, burning
strokes with the cat-o-nine tails that left me sobbing and sweating.
     When she was done with my back, she surveyed the damage.  "Oh,
Laurie, your back is one big, red blotch.  You should see all the whip
marks.  It looks beautiful!"
     I said nothing in reply, my breathing too laborious at this point
to even try to talk.  Sweat poured in torrents from my brow.
     "Put your elbows on the rug," said Danielle.  "I want your ass up-
-well up!"
     Quickly, I obeyed.  My breasts now hung between the back of my arms
and the front of my knees.  My nipples scraped the rug.  It was obvious
what was next.
     "You ass surpasses us all," she whispered, then followed her words
with a driving slash of the cat-whip upon my right buttock.  My position
had tightened the skin across my ass, making the nerves even more
vulnerable to pain.  I nearly jumped off the floor as the crack of the
leather into flesh shot into me like tiny knives.
     "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried in agonizing pain.
     "Dear me," she said above my sobs.  "Just loud crying from such a
little girl.  We must have caught a few nerve endings, didn't we."
Without waiting for an answer I was too weary to provide anyway,
Danielle drove another lash of the cat horizontally, across the crack
of my ass.  The leather thongs, all nine of them, found their own little
area on my exposed behind and inflicted not one, but nine separate
stings simultaneously.  The pain this time was so much that I just  made
a long "WHOOOOO" sound.
     "We're getting there, aren't we, Laurie," offered Danielle as she
took very careful aim and lashed the tentacles vertically, right along
the length of the divide of my pumpkin, the ends finding their cruel way
into the crack separating the halves of my ass.  This time, the pain was
unreal!  I fell forward, in a heap, crying out agonizingly, my hands
reflexively seeking my burning buttocks in a vain effort to douse the
fire back there.
     "Move your hands!" shouted Danielle.
     "OH!  It hurts so bad!" I cried.
     "But you want more!" she yelled over my sobs.
     "Yes!  Yes!" I bellowed over my pain.
     "Then pay the price, you whore!  Get back on your knees and bend
all the way over!"
     Slowly, tortuously, I arose from my more safe position on the floor
and pointed my beleaguered buttocks once more in the air, invitingly.
As I started to put my elbows on the floor, she stopped me.
     "No," she said.  "Reach behind you and spread your cheeks apart
with your fingers.  Show me that cute little rosebud."
     Hesitatingly, I moved my hands to my buttocks.  Using four fingers
from each hand, I pried the split pumpkin apart, exposing my round,
crinkly anus to the cruel night air.  "What are you going to do?" I
asked, an obvious tone of fear in my voice.
     "A final test," she replied.  "To see the real level of your
endurance."  I could feel her eyes on my nether opening.  I had never
felt so exposed in my life.  "Your anus looks so defenseless."
     "Oh no!" I cried.
     "Oh, yes," she said softly.  "You'll never be a fulfilled woman
tonight unless I do it."
     "What are you going to use on me there?"
     "Oh, we're done with the cat.  It's back to the pussy whip.  Or
should I say, the 'anal whip'."
     My heart sank into my stomach.  Even I had not expected her to go
this far.  The very thought of what was about to happen sent shivers
down my spine.  But there was something in me that prevented me from
stopping her.  I wanted to know what my own threshold of pain was.  Was
there a level beyond which I could not go?  Wasn't the last stroke
enough?
     "Say 'NO' and I won't.  I'll just tongue you there, real good.  Say
'YES' and I will, and later my tongue will feel a thousand times
better," she said.
     My mind raced.  Was I insane?  Here I was, exposing my most private
of body parts to my lover.  Oh, I had done it before.  Many times.  But
never like this, and never with the thought that excruciating pain would
result.  Would her insatiable tongue feel better before or after the
pain?  The decision was mine.  "Yes," I whispered, holding my breath as
I the word escaped my mouth.  What a price to pay for my tenacity!
     "Good," she said softly, "then I'll double the treat.  Once before
I do it and once after."  Danielle slinked to a sitting position on the
floor behind me, her legs to either side of mine, her face even with my
upraised ass.  In the process, her skirt slid so far up her legs, she
might as well not have been wearing one.  Not one to lose the advantage
of such a position, I parted my legs just a bit more by moving my knees
apart a few more inches.  The effect was perfect--with my head almost
touching the floor I had unobstructed vision between my own legs as I
looked behind me.  It was no surprise to me, then, that I had an
excellent view of the entire length of the pure white, silky crotch of
Danielle's panties.
     Had she opened her legs for me purposely?  Did she even know what
a beautiful view I had?  Wide-eyed, I surveyed the gaping crotch,
reveling in the sight of the few golden pubic curls which peaked out
from both sides of the reinforced band of white, behind which lay her
gorgeous honey-dewed pussy.  She inched even closer to me, spreading
herself more in the process.  The panty crotch was stretched so tightly
I thought it would snap.
     At first, I felt her hands running over my still smarting ass,
soothing what little pain remained, running her fingertips from time to
time inside the dividing crack, but avoiding my anal region like the
plague, knowing that the closer she got to it, the more excited I
became.  My hands were still spreading my lower ass cheeks apart; she
pushed them away, losing her close-up view of my puckered anus in the
process, but giving her an opportunity to survey the entire area of each
side of my split pumpkin with her roving fingers.
     Looking right into the epicenter of her panty crotch, I could see
Danielle was soaking wet.  Taking a deep breath, I even smelled her
womanly odor.  The pungent fragrance filled my nostrils and turned me
on even more.
     "Do you like it when I suck your asshole?" asked Danielle, moving
her fingertips at least to either side of the lower crack of my ass, but
not separating the halves yet, just teasing me.
     The vulgarity of her statement didn't annoy me; I loved it when she
talked dirty to me.  "Yes," I replied, trying to swallow upward.
     "I love your little asshole so much," she whispered, finally
opening me up there with her prying fingers, exposing the crinkly
rosebud once more.  "Mmmm," she hummed, "it's so cute and tiny!  I'll
never figure out how we can get some of the things we do into that
little hole!"  She laughed.  Had I been standing, I would have been
blushing profusely.  My position, fortunately, had already reddened my
face, though Danielle was unable to see it anyway from her vantage
point.
     "I love it when you put your tongue in my ass," I whispered sexily,
still staring into my lover's panty-covered crotch.  "You do it so
well."
     She pried me apart even further, concentrating with the tips of her
thumbs now on each side of my anal button, forcing open the nether
portal, giving her a wide open target for her brilliant tongue.  "I can
almost see inside you," she said in a matter-of-fact way, peering right
into the opened walls.  I felt like I was under a microscope.
     Danielle brought her nose to my spread crack, almost brushing
against my gaping anus.  "Mmm, you smell so fresh," she whispered,
taking in the aroma of me there.
     "I just took a bath a few hours ago.  I always wash real good
there."
     "Do you finger yourself there when you wash it?" she asked with a
broad smile.
     "You know I do," I laughed.  It was my first true laugh in quite
a while.
     She moved closer yet, her lips just brushing my still spread anus.
"AHHH!" I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
     "Tell me to tongue it," she whispered, her words beating like drums
on my rosebud.
     "Tongue it, you tease," I begged.  I could feel her every breath
on me there.
     Pursing her lips slightly, she kissed it instead.  The effect was
just as electric.  Her lips felt so soft against my super-sensitive anal
tissues!  I closed my eyes and, taking a long deep breath, drew the
memory of this occasion into my mind where it would remain indelibly
etched forever.
     "So nice and soft," she whispered into my anus, her breath snaking
inside me.  The feeling inside me was unbelievably hot.  I was turned
on now like I had never been before.  When she pressed her lips hard
against my the opened petals of my rosebud, I screamed out in pure
pleasure and pressed myself back into her, wishing I could force her
soft lips deep into me.
     The tip of her tongue, when it snaked out of her mouth, touched the
edge of my anus like an electric shock.  I moaned more loudly than I can
ever recall, so exquisitely beautiful was the feeling.  Rising to the
occasion, Danielle's tongue circled my asshole very slowly, wetting it
in the process with her warm saliva.
     "Oh, shit, that's nice!" I sighed.
     "It gets better," she said into my opened hole, then drove her full
tongue into me like a piercing knife.  My scream of ecstacy filled the
room.  There was no stopping her now.  She drove her tongue in and out
of my asshole in a fast, pistoning pace, stopping only from time to time
to lave the entire outer anal area with long, wet, warm, and wonderful
strokes of her fabulous tongue.  I had never known her to be this wild.
     Each thrust of her indefatigable tongue into my rectum drew another
sound of ecstacy from my mouth.  My "Ohhh'S!" and "Ahhhh's!" and moans
and groans filled the room.  If I moved my ass to the right, her lips
followed it.  She went on and on for at least ten minutes, like a crazed
woman.  I know I came half a dozen times in those beautiful moments,
little tiny "cums" that only serve as the harbinger of one tremendous
orgasm.  I didn't think she would ever stop, nor did I want her to.
This was too lovely, too exquisite, too intense, too passionate a moment
to ever cease.
     My moans were now becoming more and more prolonged.  My breaths
came in short, quick gasps.  This was what sex is all about.  This is
the way it should be, two people enjoying each other in the way they
want.  "OH! Danielle!  Do it now baby!  DO IT NOW!"
     Danielle knew exactly what I meant.  The coup de tat.  The final
showdown.  The one thing that would bring me over the edge.  Withdrawing
her driving tongue from my asshole, she held the tip of it right on the
edge of my anus, and then played it like fingers on a banjo--back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth--in a gorgeously erotic show that
sent bolts of electricity into my loins.     "YES!  YES!" I screamed.
"DO IT!  DO IT!  DO IT!"  Danielle's tongue played the mandolin.  My
head began to swirl.  My body shook spasmodically.  The climax began to
well from deep within me, then came rushing like a speeding freight
train.  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  I'm coming.  Oh yes,
I'm coming Danielle!  OH, YES!  OH, YES!  YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"  I climaxed
in a heap on the floor as Danielle fell atop me.  Wave after wave of
fulfillment engulfed my body for the better part of a minute.  I wanted
the feeling to go on forever.  Even as I came down, the tingling
sensations remained.  It was the best climax I had ever known, bar none.
     I lay on the floor, exhausted, unmoving.  Danielle's cheek was
across my naked hip, her arms over my ribs.  We stayed like that for a
long, long time as I drank from the cup of ecstacy.  Finally, I spoke.
"Oh, Danielle, that was the best ever.  The best!"
     She kissed my hip softly.  "I'm glad you liked it," she whispered.
     "It's never happened that way before.  So intense!"  I took in a
deep breath.  "I mean, like shooting stars and all!  Fantastic,
Danielle, just fantastic!"  My words were coming fast.  I was having
trouble explaining how great it was.
     "Why don't you just shut up, silly," laughed Danielle.  "You're
going to make me jealous."
     I smiled.  "You'll get your turn, baby.  Oh, am I ever going to do
you good!  There's a little incentive to outdo you now."
     "That's if there's enough energy left in you to do it," she said.
"The real damage is about to come.  Maybe you won't be in any condition
to do me."
     I had almost forgotten about what Danielle was going to do to me.
There was the matter of the painful pussy whip that she was going to use
on my now much-beleaguered anus.  "Maybe you want me to do you first?"
I asked.
     She smiled.  "Laurie, you are not going to get out of it that
easily.  My pussy is so hot you could fry an egg on it, or maybe in it,"
she laughed, "but I'm going to finish what I started, even if it means
waiting another day for you to keep your promise.  Get back in your
kneeling position with that ass up nice and high and open yourself up
for me one more time!"
     Danielle lifted herself from me, moving to a seated position on the
sofa.  Her skirt was more than half-way up her thighs.  I could see her
panties again.  My body felt tired, but I was able to kneel once more,
turning my backside to her as I took one last glance up her skirt.  My
anus was still wet from her tongue, the cool air felt good on it.
Dutifully, I leaned forward all the way, my head touching the floor.
My buttocks pointed straight up toward the ceiling.  Reaching behind me
once more with my fingers, I pried my split pumpkin apart, exposing my
soon-to-be punished rosehole.
     "Mm, I like that," said Danielle in a husky voice.  I gulped.  "Are
you nervous, Laurie?"
     "A little," I answered.
     "I want you to be nervous a lot, baby-doll.  This is really going
to hurt.  I wouldn't want to be in your place."
     "I'm a big girl," I said bravely.  "Just get it over with."
     "Not so fast, my dear.  I want you to remember this moment for a
long time.  First of all, it's not spread far enough to suit me.  Open
up more!"
     I worked my fingers deeper into my anal region, to either side of
the tiny nubbin, and gave her a sight she would never forget.  I really
spread it out for her!  Nothing was left to her imagination--just an
asshole spread as far as it could go.  Plenty of super-sensitive target
area for the pussy whip, or should I say anal whip.
     Danielle leaned forward.  I could feel her eyes on my spread
rosehole.  She touched the opened aperture with her index finger, having
wet in her mouth beforehand.  I gasped.  The finger entered the wide
open portal without resistance.  I gasped louder.
     "So nice and tight," she said softly, pushing the invading finger
further into me.  I grunted.
     "Let's go for two," she said, sliding her middle finger alongside
her index finger.  It, too, entered me quite easily.  I moaned, then
hissed.  I wanted her arm inside my ass, and she knew it.
     "That hurts!" I lied, hoping to goad her on.
     "I know how much you hate it," she said sarcastically.  "This
should help, too."  And with that, a third finger plunged inside me.
I felt filled, but wanted more.
     "AHH!  Work your fingers in and out," I begged.
     "I thought it hurts," she said with a slight laugh, obeying my
request.
     "It hurts so good!" I yelled.  "Oh, Danielle, don't stop!  Don't
stop!"  Keeping my asshole spread with my own fingers, easing the way
for my lover, I worked the split halves of my pumpkin back toward her
plunging fingers, imploring her with my body to continue her rape of my
anal canal.
     "You are wanton!" she cried, working all three fingers all the way
in until they could go no more, then played a symphony with her
fingertips against the walls of my rectum.  I felt like I was going to
come again, but couldn't.  My brow tightly furrowed, my face contorted,
I let her play with me like that for almost ten minutes.  A few times
she gave my ass a good hard slap with the palm of her free left hand.
The pain was good.  Yes, I was wanton.  So very, very wanton.
     Finally she withdrew her fingers.  "O.K., I'm ready.  Are you?"
     My breaths were coming in quick, short gasps.  "Yes, do it!"
     "Beg me!"
     Was she kidding?  Beg her to whip my asshole?  "Please, Danielle,
whip me there."  I pulled my anus as far apart as I could, then braced
myself for the pain.
     "Whip you where?  Where do you want me to whip you, slut?"
     "My anus.  Right on my anus.  Oh, please Danielle, get it over
with!"
     I didn't even hear the slapping sound that the knurled knob of the
pussy whip made against my ultra-sensitive rosebud.  I just felt one
short, quick lightning bolt strike me right in the center of my open and
exposed asshole.  The pain was like nothing I have ever felt before or
hope to feel again.  I fell to the floor like a deer shot with an arrow,
crying out the most agonizing, ear-piercing scream either of us had ever
heard.  If a sharp needle had just been shoved into me there, it
couldn't have hurt worse.
     The racking, agonizing pain seemed to flow away from my anus in
ever widening circles, like a stone on a pond, sending one electric
shock after another from my loins upward through my spinal column,
reaching my brain with a message that this was the ultimate of pain,
there could be no worse.  The scream must have lasted a full minute, and
not once during that minute did the pain subside one iota.
     Reflexively, Danielle moved down on the floor beside me quickly,
putting her arms around me, trying to soothe the unbelievable pain away.
"Oh, baby, baby, I'm sorry I hurt you so bad," she said, her voice
filled with sincerity, as she rubbed my bare shoulders with the palms
of her hands.  The stinging pain went on.....and on....and on.....
     I had asked for the most acute pain she could give me.  I had even
begged for it.  And having received it, I thought I was crazy.  I would
rather have had a red-hot poker shoved up there than what Danielle did
to me, but I would never tell her.
     I must have lay there for a full ten minutes, waiting for the ache
in my anus to begin to wane.  All the while, Danielle soothed me,
sometimes kissing my shoulders, stroking my hair, blowing warm air ever
so gently on my face, anything to help me through my suffering.
Eventually, the pain began to subside, little by little.  I turned very
gingerly on my side, toward Danielle, ever aware of the dull throb in
my anal region.  Shifting slightly, she drew her still clothed body next
to my naked one, belly to belly.  Her body felt tepid; mine was a mass
of sweat, especially my back.
     Danielle brushed some hair from my brow with her fingertips, then
wiped a small tear from beneath my eye.  Her warm smile spoke a thousand
words of sympathy for my pain.  I returned the smile, then slowly
brought my lips to hers.  Her kiss in return was more soothing than
passionate, punctuated by the gentle stroking of her fingertips at the
nape of my neck.  To let her know how much I still needed her, I pressed
my naked pubis against the cool leather of her skirt.  She reciprocated
while she quietly insinuated the tip of her tongue into my eager mouth.
     Not once, since that night, have we ever spoken about what she did
to me with that pussy whip.  Although we have had dozens, perhaps
hundreds, of other sessions where we became involved in all kinds of S&M
activities, even some rather bizarre endeavors in that arena, neither
of us ever mentioned what happened.  Although the pain was the most
excruciating I had ever known, and although I had difficulty sitting
down for days afterward, I never regretted having gone through what I
did.  In deference to the pain Danielle knew I was feeling, she did not
perform any anal sexual activities on me for more than a week after that
night.
     When Danielle finally felt I was ready for anal play, at first her
kisses there were soft and gentle.  She put nothing inside my nether
portal until she knew I had completely recovered, and even then, with
a new beginning, took me with only one finger or small object at a time.
She was smart, easing me back, increasing the size of what she put in
my delicate rosebud over many days.  Since there were so many other
things we did to each other, I didn't miss anal sex, though when it
began again it seemed so much better than before.  Perhaps the pussy
whip's ultra-painful sting had made me even more aware of my sexuality
there.  Whatever it was, it certainly appeared to be the precipitous
factor in one other night I will never forget--the night of the glass
tubes.

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