My Whipping Date With Sarah

When Sarah showed up at my place, I was surprised by how young she looked. The picture on her website made her seem older. So I asked her to show me her ID. Sure enough, Sarah, as she had called herself in all our emails, was 18. I repeated the rules we'd already agreed on. No hitting or punching with a closed fist, no knives, needles or pins, no broken bones, no bruises or marking on her face. Everything else was permitted. In response to her repeated email requests, I had explained several times how I planned to whip her.

I took Sarah into the other room and told her to strip naked. She wasn't timid, I'll say that for her. In no time at all, she'd removed her blouse and black slacks, then her lacy black demi-cup bra and black panties. And, she hadn't lied about her figure. She was 5 foot 4, with dirty blonde hair that just touched her shoulders, lovely smooth legs, a tight abdomen, and 34 C tits that begged for a long whipping. I fastened leather cuffs on her wrists, looped a rope through the D rings, threaded it through a ring in the ceiling, and tied it off on the far wall. She was all mine. I attached a heavy spreader bar between her legs, ran my hands up her calves, over her knees, her adorable thighs, and first jammed my thumb and then my three fingers into her cunt. With my thumb wet from her juices, I went hunting for her clitoris, not much caring how long it took.

"You're already wet."

I kept shoving my fingers into and out of her cunt, thumbing her clit until it started to get hard.

"Enough for the warm up."

I took out a deerskin flogger and went to work on those perky 34C tits of hers. I made them bounce. Left tit, right tit, left it, right tit. Then sometimes I'd lash the same tit 9 or 10 times in a row before I switched to the other one. This was really fun. Her tits bounced and shook delightfully  when the whip hit them. About the 20th stroke, they were already bright red.

Then I took out something heavier. Bison. Again I went to work on those tits. This time going a little slower so the fun would last longer. Each time the thick, thuddy tails hit her, she groaned and the spreader bar would scape the floor from the impact on her body.

Then I switched to her cunt. At first, just soft, easy, underhand swings upwards, so the leather would strike her ass and her crotch. As I swung the flogger, I tried to drag the heavy bison tails a bit, so the rough edges of the leather would scrape across her sensitive flesh. Gradually, I increased the pace and strength of the whipping.

She was breathing faster, moaning a bit.

I kept it up. Sometimes, I'd swing the whip way up high behind her, so it would slap against her ass cheeks really hard. Other times, I'd make sure the flogger slammed into her labia.

"I'm going to whip your cunt until you cum."

By now, she was really jerking that spreader bar around on the floor. I tried to hit her labia with just the tips of the bison tails, where there was more cut leather to tear at her flesh. I'd hit her pussy 5 or six times like that, then slam the body of the flogger tails between her legs.

I had her. It was just a matter of time. She was breathing hard and whimpering each time the flogger struck.

Then I thought, why let her cum? I've got her here as long as I want. Let's try something else.

I put the whip down, walked up to her and pulled her hair with my left hand so she had to look me straight in the eye. But I didn't say a thing.

With my free right hand, I slapped her tits. This produced a delightful, slightly liquid, slapping sound. Her eyes got very bright. I let go of her hair, and slapped her right tit with my left hand and, then her left tit with my right hand. Her tits shook with each blow. I swung my hand, slapped her breast, watched it shake from the impact, and her Sarah moan. Swing, slap, shake, moan. Swing, slap, shake, moan. I loved the sound and the feel when the palms of my hands hit her tits, making that slapping sound. I kept slapping her tits. I wanted to prepare lovely Sarah for what was coming next.

Each time I slapped her tits, she wasn't moaning any more. She was really grunting.

When my hands started getting sore, I seized her nipples in my fingers and jerked her tits on her tits until she had to stand on her toes. Her breasts were crimson red from the slapping and whipping I'd given her. She had lovely pink areolae that I admired as I twisted and squeezed her erect little nipples as hard as I could, pulling upward on them as I kept trying to lift her feet off the floor.

She shrieked and struggled to twist away.

No chance. I kept a tight grip on her nipples, digging my nails into the flesh.

"I am having such a good time with you."

I twisted her nipples clockwise, then counterclockwise. I pulled them upwards and sideways and then downwards. I jerked her around by her nipples, and heard her gasp and cry.

I got out a ball gag and put it into her mouth. I secured the leather strap behind her head and neck. That would keep her quiet.

"I don't want you hyperventilating."

I went for my singletail. This was a red and black 18 plaited beauty--three feet long, not counting the thong and the popper. So it was really more like four and a half feet long. I stood back from the bound girl and swung the whip in the air a few times. Then I moved off to my left side to get a better angle and began just flicking it across her torso, not to hurt her or even to scare her. Just to get the feel of it. I let the popper dance across her skin.

This was really going to be fun.

A bullwhip has four sections: a handle, a thong, a fall, and a popper or cracker--that makes the noise.  

When I began flicking the whip,  I lashed Sarah right across her abdomen. The tightly braided popper can be quite painful when it strikes naked flesh, but when you really want to make marks, you make sure the leather fall, which connects the thong to the popper, also strikes your target.   In this case, my target was beautiful 19 year Sarah who, in all her emails, at least, had expressed a keen interest in finding out what it was like to be whipped really hard.

So I snapped the popper at her helpless body and let her feel its cutting sting.

Then, when I grew more comfortable with the whip, I hit Sarah with the leather fall, and I let the popper wrap around her rib cage and cut  bright welts on her luscious skin.

I repeated my stokes again and again, making sure my aim was true and I had total control. Bright red stripes appeared across her stomach and her torso. Sarah was shaking and whimpering under the gag. I lowered the strokes just a bit and began striking her on her thighs, increasing the pressure just a bit when I saw the reaction I was getting.

Sometimes I snapped and stung her with the popper.  Sometimes I hit her with the fall, and let the popper wrap around and sting the back of her thighs, her ass, her sides, and her back.  I hit her anywhere I wanted.

Sarah squirmed and struggled each time I lashed her. I thought she was going to chew right through the bright red ball gag.  I'm sure that terrific screams of pain were echoing inside her. And I could see beautiful red stripes on her spread thighs, her lower abdomen, and her ribcage. I flicked the popper right across her cunt a few times as well, and that really made her dance.

I don't want to give the impression that this was a neat, surgical exercise in accuracy with each whip stoke landing parallel to the next. Even though I took careful aim, each time I hit her, the popper or the fall caused a different shaped welt. Sometimes there was a beautiful diagonal welt. But, sometimes it was more like a crescent. After a while, the different-shaped welts criss-crossed. In no time at all, her torso was a beautiful red map of pain and submission. Her thighs, her cunt, her belly and abdomen were covered with stripes.

I'd saved the best for last. I gradually raised my aim, going from Sarah's abdomen to her rib cage. Then I went to work on her breasts. Standing where I was --off to the bound girl's right--I was in a perfect position to hit her left breast. I snapped the whip right across her lovely flesh, repeatedly hitting her until I laid several lashes in a row right on her helpless tit. By moving a little further back, I could target her right breast. I stung her again and again with the cruel leather thong that tore across her lovely skin. Sometimes, I laid the thong across both her tits at the same time.

I was determined not to stop until I could see her bleeding. I flicked the leather thong across her breasts again and again, congratulating myself each time I saw the black whip sear her nipples, and I could hear the satisfying snap of the leather on her flesh. I kept whipping her right across her tits. I was enjoying every stroke. I was hypnotized by the beauty of the experience.

I have to confess that I must have missed the exact moment when one of the welts on Sarah's body actually began bleeding. Because, the next thing I knew, there were several tiny trickles of blood slowly dripping down from her breasts. One cut was just below her left nipple. And the other wound cut across her right breast.

It was a proud moment. I'd whipped the bound young woman until she was bleeding. I didn't stop right away. I wanted to see what it looked like when the whip smeared the blood across her skin.

Eventually, though, I stopped.  

I removed her ball gag.

I freed Sarah’s ankles from the spreader bar.   She was panting, moaning, and glistening with sweat. Then I unfastened the cuffs from around her wrists. She slumped into my arms, and I held the whipped girl in a careful embrace so she she wouldn’t fall.  

I lowered her stripe-marked body to the floor, and I whispered, “Sarah, I hope this whipping was everything you expected.”