By Louetta

Being whipped


I don't know how many times I've been whipped. I do remember the
first time. I was alone in the woods in what I thought was one of
my secret places. I can still feel how scared I was when they set
upon me while I was lying in the sun. Three of them. Guys I knew.
They took me to a nearby tree, bound my wrists together in front
of me and strung me up from an overhanging limb. Then they
stripped me. All I had on to start with was this little bikini
and I was naked in two minutes, but being slowly stripped seemed
to take forever. And I loved it. I loved the power my body gave
me over them. Especially when I was naked.

I remember the butterflies in my stomach as the guy who did the
honors opened the straps on my bra and slowly prepared to bare my
bosom. Underneath my top, my breasts were as white as the snow,
as soft as silk. Then he lowered the flimsy little garment an
inch at a time until my breasts were bared. I already knew how
exquisitely sensitive my tits were to a boy's touches.
Nevertheless, I was awestruck at how it felt when they each felt
me up gently and how I loved the painful feelings as they pinched
my nipples.

Then there was the heaving of my chest and the pounding of my
heart as he untied the sides of my bikini bottoms and I knew I
was moments from being nude. And suddenly I was. It wasn't the
first time I was nude with a boy and not even the first time I
was tied up nude with a boy. It wasn't even the first time I was
tied up nude against my will. But now I was old enough so the
consequences were potentially different. And I loved it. I felt
the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the summer breeze on my
breasts and my bare ass and the wetness between my legs. It was
enchanting.

I didn't know what they were going to do to me. I guess I thought
they wanted sex but they didn't, at least they never entered me.
But they enjoyed my naked body to the fullest with their hands
and their mouths and I was in heaven. I had been naked with boys
before and boys had touched me before but never like this, tied
up and slowly stripped against my will. They spent the better
part of an hour feeling me up, stroking my ass and finally my
cunt, making fun of me and enjoying the tempting young body that
could offer no resistance. Then finally one of them slowly
unhitched his belt. He forced me to kiss him. Then he spent the
next half hour whipping me. Every fucking inch of me.

It hurt like hell. I was really thin and not having any padding
made it hurt worse. It was unimaginable how much it hurt. Of
course that was what they wanted. I screamed and I cried. But
despite the excruciating pain I loved it. Absolutely loved it. I
loved being naked in front of the guys. The shining whiteness of
my bare chest, untouched by the sun, so unlike the tanned chests
of the boys in front of me. The agony of the whip across my hard
pink nipples and my soft white breasts. My thin white ass
quivering under the lash. My pussy dripping wet, offered to
whomever might take it. But thankfully nobody did.

I loved the way the whip burned my soft brown body. Loved the way
the cool fire that started more in my abdomen than in my cunt
grew into the now familiar feelings between my legs. Loved the
hunger in their eyes as they devoured the sight of my thin body
twisting naked under the lash. Loved how my breathing stood still
and my body exploded when he hit me one last time and I came so
hard it pushed my hips violently forward and they stared at me in
amazement. For the first time I understood the power of the
secret garden that lay between my spare brown thighs.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com 


  
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