Beth
by Allene
Chapter 39
The next morning my tits, my pussy, my lower stomach, and my
upper thighs were a mass of red and purple bruises that stood out
in sharp contrast to my white skin. We were both amazed his
callused hands had caused so much more lasting damage than whips.
My Dad was devastated. I told him that he should not feel
bad. I didn't, rather I considered the bruises as a sort of badge
of courage. He agreed saying, " You're right Beth, You should be
proud. Anyone else would have run away. You did not even try."
I suggested he get his camera to add this experience to his
collection. He thought it was a great idea and took pictures of
my bruises while I was hanging from the bar, tied spreadeagled on
the floor, and tied over chairs and banisters.
I thought that he would have a lot of decisions to make to
set up the order of importance of the photos in his album. I
could hardly wait to peek at his album to see what order they
would be in.
Naturally the photo session made us horny again so I decided
it might be extra exciting for him to fuck my tender pussy. This
turned out to be very painful because he gripped my tits to pull
me up and down and twist my body on his dick.
When he came he squeezed my tender tits very hard and that
brought me off. It was hard to believe I could convert that much
pain to pleasure. It reinforced the idea that I was a very
special person.
He was very gentle with me for the next week even after there
was no longer a mark on my body. He was very patient providing
hours of foreplay so I could come. I was very grateful and told
him I wanted to be his love slave. This must have pleased him
because he bought a dog collar and leash to lead me around with
while I was on all fours but never gave me more than light slaps
with a leather paddle he had made down the crack of my butt to
slap against my pussy until I begged him to fuck me.
I was afraid that I had let him go too far and that he may
never give me the special thrills I needed. Fortunately this was
not the case.
