Chapter 4

But what I didn't know was much more interesting. Linda told me her whole story.

"The first spanking I can remember was when I was about five or six. I didn't like it in the least. But over the years they came as regular as clock work."

"By the time I reached puberty I noticed that they effected me differently. Every time my dad would turn me over his knee and blister my ass I would get hot in the cunt too, and when he was done I rushed to my room and buried my hands into my hot cunt and came like crazy."

"I always came better after getting my buns warmed than at other times, so I came to the conclusion that I would purposely get my ass spanked. It wasn't a very difficult thing to arrange. My folks were very strict and I was across one of their laps at least three times a week.

By fifteen I was dating and by sixteen having sex. But straight sex with guys wasn't as good as my own fingers after a spanking. So I carried things one step further. I asked my dates to spank me before sex."

"Some wouldn't and those I dropped. Others would and those I kept around and had sex like I never dreamed it could be. Fucking after getting a hot ass was the greatest. And that is the way I made it through high school.

Calmly drifting into college I took up the same pursuits. But after a while the spankings didn't have the same overpowering effects and I began to look for other avenues of pleasure. And that is when I met Gary."

"Gary knew my reputation and spanked my ass real good on our first date. I came, but nothing real grand and Gary knew it too.

Our second date Gary brought along a paddle. At first I was hesitant, to say the least. But Gary is a persistent fellow and soon I was over his lap and getting my first paddling."

"When he was finished I could hardly move but the sex was fantastic. Every date after that the paddle was in the car.

"he graduated that June and we were married two weeks later. The paddle was packed in a suitcase for our honeymoon and it got plenty of use before we came back. And as month followed month we began to change."

"Gary became more and more demanding and I became more and more submissive. It got to the point that I would greet him at the door stark naked, the paddle in my hand. I was punished for the smallest infraction and loved every moment of the punishment."

"I began to purposely forget' to do things so Gary would paddle me. Finally we realized what was happening and things changed. No longer was I punished for not doing what I was suppose to do, I was rewarded with a paddling for doing them."

"And that system worked out much better. My work got done faster and better, Gary was more understanding, and if either of us wanted sex I ran to get the paddle and we went to town.

"But that system created one fault. How was Gary to punish me when I needed it? So we progressed to the next step."

"Gary bought a riding crop and it was used for punishments and it hurt like hell too. But we both still got hornier than hell when Gary came at me with the crop. For a while bondage was tried as punishment but that yielded the same responses in us. It seamed no matter the form of punishment we both got hot. Burning, piercing and humiliation produced the same responses in us. I hurt more but both us just got hotter and hotter."

"And then we stumbled upon the cure."

"I totally despise being exposed to others. Gary could whip me, burn my nipples until they were blistered, he could pierce my tits and cunt all he wanted and I loved every second of his treatment. But if he so much as pulled my blouse tight across my boobs with others around I couldn't stand it."

"Thus last night my punishment wasn't the paddling, it was you and Stephen watching me as my ass was bared to your eyes.

"Wow!" I interrupted her story.

"I never even thought of that, Linda. Sure I was embarrassed for you to watch me too, but... I don't know. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

"I know."

"You do? How?"

"It's obvious, Linda. You wear clothes that draw the eyes. And the way you flaunt your body is an invitation to all that see you. But that just isn't my thing. The pain I love, but my body is for Gary only."

"I even have a hard time at the doctor's when I get a check up. In case you've never noticed, I don't wear shorts or swimsuit. Never. The most risque that I'm willing to go is to wear snug fitting clothes, not tight, just snug. And I don't feel real comfortable in them."

"But with Gary I'm perfectly relaxed nude. Weird, isn't it?"

"Well, in a way I suppose. But then to each their own, I always say. So tell me about some of your favorite times. Which ones go you all hot and bothered?"

And Linda did just that.

"Two come to mind with that question. The first one was after we had been married about a year. I forget what started the whole thing, I probably didn't do an assigned task or something. But I do remember all of the consequences."

"Gary drug me down to the room in the basement. He literally ripped off my clothes, tearing them to shreds that landed on the floor. He cuffed my wrists then had me hanging from the beam in the ceiling.

Then he put cuffs on my ankles and tied them way out to my sides."

"I was totally spread and vulnerable. Then Gary started with the crop.

"The crop is a three and a half foot, bamboo covered with leather hunk of intense punishment. I remember that I screamed my fool head off with the first twenty-five strokes to my breasts. Both of my nipples were split when he lowered his aim and attacked my stomach, then centered in on' my opened cunt. I thought I would die as he pounded away at my leaking snatch. It felt like my damn clit was ready to burst open."

"Then he used the crop up and down the insides of my legs. If you've never been whipped there, there is no way you can appreciate how tender it is. Then it was on to my back followed up by beating the shit out of my ass."

"I'm not real sure but I think I took well over a hundred strokes before Gary set the crop aside and picked up to eight inch needles."

"I don't really remember what he said, but the jest of it was he was pissed by what I had done. Then he ever so calmly began to insert one of the needles through my nipple."

"I screamed to high heaven. Then he did the same to my other nipple and I screamed again. Then he centered my nipples on the needles, his fingers on the ends of the needles, and began to slide them back and forth in my tits."

"God, Linda, the pain was unbelievable. Not only had he beaten me, especially my breasts, but he was sawing those needles back and forth inside me."

"He leaned forward and kiss me. God, was that ever a kiss. But when he pulled away he told me to beg him to hurt me. I begged. Oh, Linda, did I ever beg. I wanted him to hurt me. I needed it."

"And he did. As he kissed me he began to pull the needles away from stretching my nipples way out. I loved it. I begged him to do it some more."

"He did. He ripped the needles out of my nipples. From the base of the brown skin to the end of the nipple. He pulled those needles. Then with about a quarter of an inch left to tear through, Gary jerked the needles out of my nipples."

"From the beginning of the areola to the ends, my nipples were torn open. All the brownish tissue was ripped apart, a good three inches of the insides of my nipples could be seen."

"When he gave that final jerk, I came. Oh, Mother of God, how I came. My nipples were torn and bleeding and I was coming and I didn't think I would ever stop.

Gary just stood there and watched me come over and over. When I finally came back to earth he continued."

"He took something out of his pocket and doused it with alcohol. Then through my tear filled eyes I watched him bring one to my opened nipple."

"It was a solid ring of gold. Gary was fitting me with a fucking nipple ring, only he didn't use the self piercing kind."

"No he laid my nipples open to install them. And that's what he did. He placed the ring at the edge of my areola and pink breast tissue, wiggled it to get it exactly where he wanted it then he took up a needle and thread and proceeded to sew my nipple shut around the ring."

"He made neat little stitches in my nipple, seven on each side of the nipple ring. Then he did the same with the other nipple. Twenty- eight stitches and I think I came with every one. There was no way to remove the rings without repeating the process."

"They became a permanent part of me and I wear them to this day.

"Well after that Gary fucked me. Jesus, how he fucked me. He lowered my arms until I was at the right height. My feet were higher than my hips, but I didn't give a damn. Gary was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. He came but was far from finished."

"He nursed on my sown tits until he got it up again then fucked me some more. Three more times he did that. Suck sown tits, fuck, suck sown tits, fuck, suck sown tits then fuck. I didn't stop coming.

For all I cared he could rip the damned stitches out and start all over.

"But of course he didn't do that. He finally just stopped. His cock was finished for the night. He let me down. I was so weak that he had to carry me to bed."

"We slept for over twelve hours then fucked some more.

"The other time was when he installed rings in my cunt lips the same way. I now wear four rings in my body and the only way they can be removed is to cut them or tear them out of me."

"And those rings have had thousands of things hung from them over the years: weights, beer cans full of beer, various tools from Gary's workroom, his shoes, one time he tied strings to my tit rings and hung the stool from his workroom from the strings, and other things that I can't even remember."

"He has hooked a leash to any one of the four and lead me around like a puppy dog. He's tied them together and pulled them apart."

"Holy shit, Linda. God is that some story. I'll admit that some of that turns me on, but ripping you open and installing rings?"

"Yea, it is some story and even more amazing because it's true. And I would do it again. And I can tell you about it, Bev, but even if you asked I couldn't bring myself to show them to you."

"How did you know I wanted to see them?"

"It's written all over your face, Bev."

"Oh, ahh sorry, Linda."

"Don't be. Actually I'm quite proud of my rings. It's just my body that I can't show. Weird, huh?"

"No. Just different. Maybe I'm the weird one for flaunting my body. Who knows and who gives a damn. We are what we are."

Linda left shortly after that. We both had work to do and Jason was crying for a bottle.

The rest of the day I thought about what she had told me.

That night I told Stephen Linda's story.

He said that Gary had told him some it the night before and we compared notes, so to speak.

Neither of us said so, in so many words, but we both knew that in the future we would try some of the things that Gary and Linda did on an almost daily basis.

Our first dive into the world of bondage and discipline occurred some three weeks later.

Unbeknownst to me, Stephen was more than ready to investigate that new world. All he was waiting for was my next major blunder and I provided that by getting into an accident. Nothing major, just a fender bender that Stephen decided to make me pay for with my flesh.

Spanking and paddling were child's play compared to what I faced when he learned of the accident. And to make it worse he told me to expect my punishment in three days.

The anxiety of waiting was almost as bad as what happened. Well not quite.

Stephen told me to have Jason at his folks when he got home. I was to be nude and sitting in the 'punishment' chair when he walked through the door.

I was in place by 5:00. I wasn't taking any chance of being late.

Stephen arrived home at 5:20.

I heard him walk from the garage. He stopped at the door of the living room and looked at me. Satisfied, he went upstairs to change.

I squirmed the entire time he was gone. He hadn't been specific in what was to happen, but I knew enough to expect more than a spanking or a paddling.

Other than that, all I could do was imagine. And I had a very vivid imagination that had worked overtime.

Stephen came back downstairs. He was carrying a gym bag that I had never seen before.

He opened it and took something out.

"Here, catch. Put them on your wrist as tight as possible."

He tossed something to me. I caught it, or more precisely, them.

At first I didn't know what they were. Then it dawned on me.

They were wrist bands. They were stiff, black, padded, leather wrist bands complete with a ring and a clip.

Cold fingers wrapped them around my wrists and pulled them tight.

"Now these on your ankles."

Again he tossed them to me. A set of matching ankle bands.

I put them on.

"Now, Bev, go to the basement. To my workroom."

I was more scared than when my brothers had tackled me that first day by the lake. I didn't know what to expect, except that it would be harsh.

I walked to the workroom. The clips on my bands rattled with each step I took, like a bell tolling my doom.

I don't usually go to Stephen's workroom but as soon as I entered I saw several changes from my last visit. There were rings and hooks in the ceiling that appeared to have no purpose.

I knew the purpose. Bev was to hang from them.

Choosing a set at random I stood under them as Stephen followed me into the workroom.

As he set the gym bag on the workbench I saw more evidence of Stephen's preparations. There were more rings and hooks near the floor and still more halfway up the walls. No doubt about it, Stephen had anticipated this night happening, or something like it anyway.

"Hook these to the rings in your wrist bands."

Stephen placed two, short, sturdy lengths of chain in my hand that had a clip on both ends. My cold fingers snapped an end to each band.

I was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. My imagination was running wild. Would he tear my nipples and place rings in them? Or would he do that to my cunt lips?

Or would he be satisfied with whipping me? Satisfied? Why did that word pop in my head.

Slow down, Bev, you're getting carried away here, I told myself. But I found those words to be little comfort.

I heard a thunk behind me but didn't have the nerve to see what had caused it.

"Step up on the block, Bev."

Stephen took my elbow and turned me around. Sure enough there was a huge block of wood behind me. The thunk.

My knees almost buckled as I stepped on top of the block.

"Now raise your hand toward that hook and hold still while I attach your chain to it."

Stephen pointed with his finger and I saw the hook he was pointing at. Somehow I managed to raise my right hand to it and he hooked the chain to the hook in the ceiling.

"Now your left one to there."

Again he pointed and again I raised a hand.

My arms were pulled widely apart as my wrists became attached to the hooks in the ceiling far above my head.

"Now fold your legs so I can pull the block away."

I don't know why he would have any problems removing the block. It sure didn't feel like my feet were supporting me in the least.

I bent my legs at the knees and my wrist and shoulders took my entire weight. They began to hurt before the block slid out of sight.

Suddenly I was very thankful that I had shed that twenty-five pounds. I now had a very powerful reason to never gain weight again. Just the thought of extra weight pulling me toward the floor was horrifying.

I leaned my head back and tried to gather some courage for what I was about to face.

I felt Stephen at my feet and when I looked down he had already attached chains to my ankle bands. My brain registered the fact that they were much longer than the ones hooked to my wrists. Somehow that thought didn't instill confidence in me.

Stephen placed his hand on my right calf and tipped my body to the side by pulling. With his other hand he clipped the chain to a ring in the wall.

My leg was straight out to the side of me and I knew that as soon as he released his hand the tendons in my crotch would be pulled."

I was right. Stephen slowly released his hold on my leg and the tendons and muscles in my leg began to stretch. Then his hand was on my left calf and pulling in the opposite direction.

I am not ashamed to say that I groaned in pain as he pulled that leg toward the opposite wall.

Something was too short, my leg, the chain or the ring was too far away. There was no way I could stretch that far.

I was wrong.

Stephen pulled, then pulled some more. The clip on the end of the chain snapped into the ring on the wall.

As I gave another groan the cool air invaded my opened cunt. And that brought my attention to that part of my anatomy.

The reason the air felt so cool was because my cunt was covered with my secreting juices.

I was horny. Somehow I found that amusing. Here I was horny and I hadn't even noticed it in my worries. I actually gave a chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"I just realized that I'm horny. I hadn't noticed it until the cool air hit my hot cunt. I... I think that that is a first. Me not noticing that I'm horny."

Stephen smiled at my words, then said, "Well enjoy it while you can, Bev, because I don't think you will be laughing for long."

But unexpectedly those words didn't scare me any more.

Yes, I knew that Stephen would hurt me, but it didn't matter because I was horny. Horny even before he began. And I knew from past experiences that I really enjoyed receiving pain.

Granted I had only had spankings and the paddle, but I had enjoyed the ache and here I was already enjoying myself and I was unharmed. Ignoring the fact that I was protracted out like a taunt string, that is.

At that moment I wanted Stephen to hurt me. I wanted it vehemently.

Not to erase any guilt about the accident. I wanted it because I enjoyed being hurt.

But I will admit to a moment of doubt when Stephen took a vicious looking crop out of the gym bag and held it in front of my face. But that moment passed quickly.

I was horny and about to get even hornier when he began to injure me. Silently I welcomed Stephen to do his damnedest. And he did a pretty good job too.

I gasped, more in surprise than in true pain, when Stephen hit my right nipple with the crop.

It wasn't that hard a hit, but not all that gentle either. It was just right for my first one.

The next one was slightly harder but I refused to shriek until I had to. I realized that Stephen was testing me and himself.

The third one made me groan. Granted it was harder still but by then my right nipple had definitely been woken up.

I was ready for number four and clamped my mouth close. It helped a bit but both of us heard my groan. The fifth consecutive smack to land on my right nipple was a breaking point of sorts, I screamed for the first time.

Not a gut wrenching scream, but a scream nevertheless.

With each stroke of the crop Stephen hit me harder and when the sixth one landed on my left nipple for the first time I screamed again. Seven to ten on the left nipple was accompanied by a gut wrenching scream with each one.

We had discovered my tolerance level and surpassed it. I was in pain, no doubt about it.

Stephen gave me a few minutes to rest and recuperate before he walked behind me.

He just began to test my ass just as he had my nipples. My ass was tougher. It took twenty times landing on the exact same spot for me to scream.

The next spot he chose on my ass only lasted for ten before I screamed. And then he changed tactics.

Instead of just the flared head of the crop selecting a specific spot to torment, Stephen use the entire length of the crop to attack me with. I continued to call out as I felt long slender lines of pain sink into my rounded hind cheeks.

When those lines began to overlap the spots that had received the selected torment I was really letting Stephen know of my discomfort. Ten, fifteen, then twenty times the crop cut into my aching ass.

Twenty-one landed directly on my opened cunt.

The stiff upper cut of the crop drove the flared head of the crop into my cunt, the wider head smashing my twitching clit and as God it my witness I came.

My damned clit crashed into climax when hit with the crop. Five more landed to my reddened ass and I continued to come.

Unexpectedly I wanted more, more pain, more climaxes, more of whatever Stephen could give me. And I wanted some of it to he directed to my hot capped tits.

"Beeeeat mmyyyy titttts... pleasssee Stephen... mmyyyy titttts."

I closed my eyes and prayed that he would grant my request. I almost signed in gratitude when I felt the full length of the crop crash into both tits at the same time. I loved it, wanted more.

"More pleasssee."

And he gave me more.

My clit and cunt were working overtime. There was no pause between my highs. I was coming in an unending string of escalated pleasures and loving every blessed second of it.

I don't know how many times Stephen wedged the crop into my begging tits, it could have been ten or a hundred. I didn't know.

All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to spend the rest of my life hanging from hooks in his workroom, being beaten and coming and coming and coming.

But unfortunately I did stop, but it was long after Stephen had struck me for the last time. My body shuttered to a halting stop and I hung limp and drained.

"Bev, are you coherent yet?"

"Hummmmmm I... I think so."

"How... ah how do you feel?"

"Oh hummmmmmm marvelous... simply marvelous."

"You look like a side of skinned meat and appealing as hell. I have to ah have you. Now."

"Yesssss fuckk me, fuck me now Stephen."

And that is preciously what he did. Stephen had hung me at the correct height for his cock to penetrate my cunt or ass and as his swollen cock entered my drenched snatch I started coming again.

I came until he spewed his load in me. When he finally pulled out I swear that I could hear some of our combined juices plop onto the floor of the workroom.

Later, after he released me, I couldn't move if my life had depended upon it.

My legs had been stretched sideways for so long they almost refused to come back under me like obeying legs should. My hands felt like they were encased in the thickest mittens ever invented and my head wobbled on my neck.

Stephen carried me to our bed, two flights up. He felt very strong against my total weakness.

Once in bed he made love to my weak frame so tenderly that I cried.