It was quite easy to slip out of view away from the river path behind the little birches and brambles. Soon we found a good place and I stripped off COMPLETELY NAKED! It was pretty much a thrill just to do that out in the open, in the cold ...
Her First Whipping – Part 1
Bear with me, 'coz this is the very first time I have tried writing something like this down, especially on a web site like this, but I did promise!
So (deep breath – here goes), last week I was pretty busy at uni, but, with the encouragement of my new friends here, I decided to take the plunge and talk to my BF about my interests.
Tuesday night. Down the pub and after a long hard day. Me doing work back at my room on the first paper of term, him in the labs or wherever working on his PhD.
We had a pint each (I like a beer!) and then after talking about the football and rugby and other things, I asked him if he'd ever thought about things he'd like to try apart from regular sex. We joshed a bit, then he mentioned that he'd always sort of fancied a threesome, him and two lesbian girls.
Pretty standard I told him!
So, then it was my turn. I said I quite liked a little bit of pain, and mentioned that I'd tried it on myself with a little garden cane (the very thin ones) and with a hairbrush, on my tits and pussy. And I asked him if he'd like to play some games with me to see if he might like it too, doing things to me I said.
All, initially, a bit embarrassing. But we talked some more and I convinced him I wasn't crazy and that other people do this and that he must have seen Fifty Shades and so after a while he was quite ok about it and we agreed to give it a try, later in the week, over at his flat, which is a bit more roomy than mine, and has the huge advantage of having a bed with an old-style bedstead (thinking ahead you see... easier to tie me to!).
We both had heavy days ahead, so we snuggled up a bit and had another drink, but then for me it was back to my place and for him to his. We'd see each other on Friday evening we'd agreed. I had lots of work to do before then, and a few special things to sort out and buy!
Her First Whipping – Part 2
Just snatching a moment before my coffee break (in the library) ...
So, this is how things worked out.
In between work, I had a think (and a bit of a Google) about whippy things, and thought I would make something for myself.
So down at the local hardware store (they exist here!) I bought a rope for a Sheila Maid (those wooden things you can raise up on pulleys for clothes). Quite long and about 4mm wide, so I thought it would be fine for a variety of things.
Back home I first of all made my 'whip', just three strands tied together with a sort-of handle (from the rope), and I knotted them at the ends so they wouldn't fray where I'd cut them. And I cut the remaining rope into four separate shorter ropes for tying me up.
All set I thought!
I confess when I chatted with some mates over coffee on Friday morning about the plans for the evening and the weekend, I was getting a few butterflies! I didn't quite tell them my plans, although we did all agree to meet up in the pub on Friday night, as we tend to do.
I had this sort of creeping excitement feeling, and a sense that I might be about to do something that was a little bit naughty and a bit 'outside the rules'.
The afternoon, with my books, seemed to take quite a long time to pass. But it did, and around four I packed up and slung my nice backpack on and got on my bike and cycled home, packed up a change of clothes, my toothbrush and my bundle of ropes, and headed over to the BFs...
Her First Whipping – Part 3
I got there, stood smiling at stupidly at him and he'd let me in … his flat is in a shared house in the student area...typical sort of place...redbrick terrace. He's on the second floor at the top of the house, so lots of stairs and boy are they a mess... nice big room, very nice big bed. Desk. Lots of paper and books and a somewhat broken blind that covers the view of the next terrace and the usually grey and rainy sky.
Once I'd got up there I felt knackered, so was a bit fumbly with my stuff and a bit disconcerted when we chatted (after we'd kissed), but I reminded him what we'd agreed and he said ‘Ok’ again and so I showed him what I'd brought and said that if he was really ok then I'd get undressed. Which I did. And I took out my navel piercing and lay on the bed and smiled at him and said he should go ahead.
He looked even more disconcerted so I asked him to tie my wrists and ankles out to the corner posts and then to try the home-made whip.
He did all that. I liked the feeling of being tied up by him, all sort of helpless, and I liked it when he ran the ends of the whip over me.
OK, I said, now try it out. I knew he wouldn't do it too much or too hard. He tried a stroke on my belly and it didn't really hurt so I asked him to try harder.
And that time it did hurt, but in a really good way. Painful and full and yummy. And then he did it a few more times on my belly and boobs, just enough to make them a bit red.
I asked him to untie my feet and fix them up to the rail at the bottom of the bed so my legs were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the inside of my thighs.
He didn't want to but he did in the end, after some fooling around, and then he sort of got into the hang of it and used a bit more force, which was gooey and painful and made me jolt. I could see my thighs (and closer to my cunt) getting red and some nice red lines forming. It was so ... painfully lovely!
That was enough for him though, and in truth it did hurt a lot.
After, we made love. It also hurt between my legs and while it wasn't the best ever sex (he was a bit nervous still after what had happened) it was brilliant in a new way.
He's only got a basin in his room, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or panties and with an old, soft, multi-coloured skirt (a bit like a gypsy thing) on, and a white t-shirt and my jacket.
I liked feeling naked and cut under my clothes. I liked it even more at the pub down the road with our friends. We knew that my legs and boobs were all covered in marks, but they didn't.
I liked it when he hugged me and smiled and we kissed. My friends didn't know! I did! That was almost the best thing, and almost made me cum, right there, with my beer, in the pub!
So that was last Friday! We haven't tried again since (yeah, we've had sex again, natch. And the marks are still a bit there too).
But we will. He says we will if I want to. So that's all good, I think! My first go EVER and it went ok, I think! Yeah!!!!
Her First Whipping – Part 4
Sorry it's taken me so long ... been a bit busy.
Anyway, to last Friday. No bullwhips (yet) but I did add a few extra knots to my little 3 tailed 'whip' and took it over to the BFs.
This time we started off with some nice, slow, very cuddly and kissy sex. I liked it especially when he kissed me between my legs where my skin is still a bit raw and sore.
And then it was time for our play-time. I'd talked him through it and this time I went down on my knees at the bottom of the bed and he tied my hands up over my head to the post at the end. He left me waiting there for a bit, which was super-thrilling, and just watched me breathing slowly.
Then he came and ruffled my hair over my ears, kissed me on the back of the neck, asked me again if I was sure and, once I'd said I was, he picked up the whip from the bed. I held my breath.
He whipped me about twenty times on my back, between my shoulder blades. He left quite long gaps and I counted. Sometimes the gap was very long and I was left looking up at him, part wanting him to hit me and part wanting him to stop. It was really quite painful, but each time I had this wonderful struggle going on in my head between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to feel the sudden burn and the sound of the whip as it hit me. Is this normal? Anyway, it felt like butterflies and was pretty wonderful!
Once he was finished he turned me round, still on my knees, but now with my back to the bed, and I sucked him off, which was sweet of him to let me, and nice for him I think!
After, I looked at my back in the mirror, and it was ‘pretty’ red (and ‘pretty’-pretty I thought), and when he touched me it was tender and sore.
We sat around for a while and talked about what had happened. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he was getting ok with it. I said I'd read about doing it outdoors and how he'd feel about that, and talked about the different whips I've looked at.
He hugged me and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this and that if I really did, he was ok and we'd keep it our secret and things like that.
Then he fucked me again. Twice more.
It was a really brilliant night. I want to do this more because it makes me feel better than I've ever felt, but I'm just a bit scared about getting too hurt or marked up and what people will say, because I am sure someone will notice. But maybe that might be interesting too, having to explain to a girl-friend at the gym what all the marks on me are!
I'm not going to rush into things too crazy though and we won't do any more whipping before the end of the week. Friday seems the best night ... gives me a lot to look forward to every day in the library!!!
Her First Whipping – Part 5
The BF's been away for a few days on a symposium over in Leeds, so I've been on my own this last weekend.
I don't mind that really - time to go to the gym with my friends and have some gossipy coffees and drinks after studies.
Friday night felt a bit empty though. Watched something or other on iPlayer, Bake Off, that sort of thing, and ate a pizza.
Spent Saturday in the library, then around 4 decided enough was enough. Bus home, then got my bike out and cycled down to the park. It's not a town park, more of a country park I suppose, that runs by the river for a few miles. Lots of muddy tracks and clumps of woodland.
The river is a dark, swirly thing, hidden between high banks to stop it flooding. Some people use the park as a shortcut, some to walk dogs or to drink beers or just wander.
But on an October late afternoon, with the sky dark and gloomy and promising rain, I guessed it wouldn’t be too busy and I was right. I chained the bike by the gates and wandered along, down to the riverside.
I guess I felt a bit glum, but also anticipatory. I had a plan which I wanted to try out. Nothing too daring!
I found a place where a clump of trees … birches, was part-hidden by elder and overgrown blackberry bushes, and followed the little path in, pushing away the tangly branches, until I was pretty much out of sight of the main path.
Then I unzipped my waterproof and unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing down to my jeans. I already liked the cool air on my tits, and I wet my fingers and played with my nipples. In the distance I could hear someone shouting for their dog and some kids playing. I was liking this!
Whoops - had to shut down quickly... in the library and a mate came by... sorry!
Anyway, I pushed my boobies against the bark of the tree and let them slide across, sort of wrapping myself round, twisting, so my belly was against the tree too.
In the distance I could hear a dog barking and just see its owner shouting over the tops of the brambles. I loved the excitement of being half-naked and almost public!
I dragged myself back across the trunk of the tree, letting the breaks in the bark cut at my boobs, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were lovely red graze marks, like the ones you get if you fall off a bike into gravel.
I did it some more, almost wanting to scream a bit, but biting my lip, and now there were tiny traces of blood on me. I gave the tree a big, deep hug, sort of to say thank you, and crouched down, completely out of sight, while I pulled my top back on again and buttoned up my shirt.
The bike home was in the rain, and I was soaked but happy when I got back up to my room, although it’s fair to say my shirt was a bit of a mess, all bloodstained.
I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. Then I showered. Gorgeous hot water stinging the cuts. And put some cream on and lay down a while.
I went out in the evening with some mates and we did cocktails. I knew what they didn't! It was my secret pleasure and inside I was smiling sooo much! I want to do it again, but with my BF and some rope and a whip! It's possible, I think!
Her First Whipping – Part 6
Well, I'm back, if only briefly. Sorry to have been away for so long lots on - had to make trips to Cambridge and London and Northampton (don't ask!).
Anyway, back home, a few things have happened, and all good really.
My BF has been really sweet and helpful and I love him for it! After my little experiment in the woods down by the river, he agreed to go down with me. We waited ‘til almost dark (it's the North, it's dark early) and we knew that the kids and dog walkers wouldn't be there.
It was quite easy to slip out of view away from the river path behind the little birches and brambles. Soon we found a good place and I stripped off COMPLETELY NAKED!
It was pretty much a thrill just to do that out in the open, in the cold. We hugged and kissed a bit, and then, like we'd agreed, he tied me up to the trunk of one of the bigger older trees, an oak, with my arms wrapped around it and my legs apart.
My wrists and ankles were tied and I loved the feel of my belly and boobs against the cold, slightly damp, very rough bark. He had the whip I'd made and I promised not to scream and so he kissed me again and stroked my hair (short, dark, a bit curly) and began to whip me.
At first, he was too nervous and gentle, but then he got more confident (and more certain that I wouldn't shout out) so he hit me harder.
I could hear the whip coming. That tiny moment between that sound and the sudden strike and that immediate shock and the burning pain was amazing.
Anticipation and reward. I was loving it.
Over my shoulder blades and across my back and (missing the dangerous bit) over my bum and my thighs. My thighs hurt the most. I think he hit me twenty or tweny-tive times. And then he fucked me very gently up my ass.
It was a fantastic feeling. I was trembling all over. Really shaking. I wanted to stay tied up all night and be fucked all night. Couldn't though, obviously.
He untied me and I suddenly felt totally tired. He wrapped me in a towel and I wiped myself down. Tree dirt and sweat and little bloody marks on the towel.
Once I was dressed (nice light easy-fitting things and an old soft pully that I really love coz it shapes beautifully over my boobs) we packed up and left the park. Now it was really dark.
I was still trembling, but excited. And my back hurt, sort of burning up. I should have gone straight back to his place to wash up, but we went to the pub and drank some vodka and that was so good. No-one knew about what we'd done!
We've done it again since. I'll tell you about that later. Have to go now. Thanks for all the encouragement. I love my BF for being so, so, so good at all this!
Her First Whipping – Part 7
So, I'm not at the library on this gloomy, dripping, dank day. I'm sitting at my laptop at my desk in my room.
There's a birch tree battering its leafless branches against the window. It's warm and cosy here though. I've got a baggy t-shirt on, and that's it. I've got my fingers on the keyboard, but every so often ... I take a break and let them wander to my clit.
I've found them wandering that way a lot as I drift from one page to another and one set of images to another and fantasize my way to a lovely, sweet, wet orgasm as I look at the picture on CruxForums.
They've certainly opened my eyes. And in ways I hadn't imagined. I can't really still believe how excited images of sweet, pretty girls being led up onto scaffolds are.
Nooses hung around necks. Eyes taking a last look at the world. I can't believe how fluttery I feel when I look at pictures of sweet, pretty girls being impaled, the long, spiked pole sliding into their cunts, the sense of horror as they feel themselves lifted and supported only through the wood that is forcing its way deeper into their guts, slowly killing them.
I can't believe how my nipples hardened when I look at pictures of sweet, pretty girls being tied down onto the torture rack, or being flogged, or being nailed onto their crosses.
It's an amazing thing, this fantasy thing. How we can imagine ourselves into these awful situations and how our minds can think us into loving them, adoring them, wanting them so, so, so much. But at the same time knowing that we really wouldn't want it at all. But at the same time maybe questioning that not wanting and sort of wishing that maybe it could be true. It's so confusing, but I love this strange confusion, I'm discovering.
Back to reality (sighs...).
It's all going well on my front (and my back) ... whips seem made for me and me for whips and my BF is such a darling boy and seems to like it too. I've really enjoyed him tying me tightly to my bed (or to his bed) so I'm as stretched out as I can be and then getting him to loop a thin cord around my belly (after I've taken my piercing out!) and pulling it really, really tight and sliding it back and forwards so it almost cuts into me.
It leaves a delicious red welt all around me, and feels as though my belly is burning up. And I adore so much getting cleaned up and putting on my jeans and a sloppy sweater without my bra and without any panties, and going out with him into town and kissing him so everyone can see he loves me and so no-one can see the marks on me, but so I know and he knows they are there.
And then he slides his hand under my sweater and gently squeezes my nipple, then squeezes it harder and harder, and I know he's going to do it and I don't let the hurt show to anyone and I just kiss him deep in his mouth.
I'm going to stop now and look at some things and touch myself a bit more ... XXX
THIS IS THE END OF OUR LITTLE GIRL’S INTRODUCTION TO THE WORLD OF DARK FANTASY. TO DISCOVER HOW SHE SLIDES FURTHER DOWN THIS SLIPPERY SLOPE THEN PLEASE GO BACK NOW TO READ “JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT” AND BEGIN AT ACT 1.