Days of my youth 3

Days of my youth 3
Sadly “Casper “the Newfoundland had been killed in a road accident and we had buried him the day before, inside the camp woodland at the back of the barracks, I had had to borrow a JCB to dig the grave and it had all been done on the quiet as no doubt authority would have been less than happy with giant dogs being buried all over their lovely tidy camp.
I was now just 18 and had been experimenting with sex with Pete and Judy for a couple of months now whenever we had chance.
They had asked another friend in a quarter to have their k**s to sl**pover and take them out with the friends own lads, next day partly to dull the loss of their beloved pet. W e all needed to lift the spirits and my long awaited birthday was the ideal excuse, so off we went to the nightclub that they had gone to on our first night together, much local beer was d***k with a very good meal and the cabaret was a stimulating mix of stripping, lesbian show and finally a young lady who used a soft whip on herself, looking sadistic to most punters but those who knew the score were not fooled, and Judy was one who was not convinced. I remarked that I would like to have been holding the whip to which Judy smiled and replied that I had said something like that when we initially had the heart to heart that first weekend, I had forgotten that, it being one of many of those fantasy`s most men have at one time or another.
We shortly left and a local taxi swished us away to the house as only German taxis can, Inside the house it seemed now quiet without the big brown dog, so to keep things flowing Pete stuck a beer in my hand and we drank to my birthday. In the middle of their living room had been a typical German chandelier, a huge ugly thing hanging from the high ceiling; in its place now was a modern strip light, not really in keeping and giving a harsh neon light that was not conducive to seduction and was not much used now in the evenings they said, as a new addition since I had last visited was a much smaller lamp on the sideboard that gave the room a warm inviting glow. I noticed a chain dangling from the old ceiling hook that had previously supported the old lamp and asked what it had been left for. Pete explained that when the old lamp had been taken down the electrician a big German, had discovered a beam supporting the thing he had demonstrated its strength by swinging on the frame of the chandelier remarking on German workmanship. They had asked him to leave the bracket in place to hang a hanging basket of flowers on and had added the chain to make it more easy to use.
Judy then appeared with two parcel`s looking serious and giving one to me. “Before you open it eddy” she said “there is a condition, there is some instructions in there along with your present. You must promise to follow those to the letter,” she emphasised that, going on to say “regardless of whatever else goes on, She kissed me and passed me the present, a large box wrapped in birthday paper. that is going to be the most unusual present you will ever receive, probably in your lifetime, [and she was probably right] if you won`t agree and promise to do the things just as the instructions say, in the other parcel is a jumper and you can have that and we will never mention it again.”
My heart missed a beat, I knew whatever it was a serious present .I remembered the weekend and the excitement good and not quite so good but it had been a huge high, as had the odd weekends together since not so intense but good none the less, so how could a chap like me refuse, so with my mind in turmoil, I agreed to the conditions. She kissed me and passed me the present, a large box wrapped in birthday paper. Saying as she did that what was in the box was her ultimate fantasy and that both she and Pete had been looking forward and planning this for a few weeks now, it was up to me to make it come true.

I removed the paper and then lifted the lid, to find a whip, a leather whip one with a rawhide handle and bootlace type soft leather thongs the longest about 2 feet with small knots at the ends, there was also a card with the instructions written in Judy`s own careful handwriting. Laid out on the table under a cloth there was now revealed, a set of four cuffs, a pulley, some ropes chains and a gag along with some tubes of cream. I looked back at Pete who smiled and said” it`s your fantasy and it`s what she really wants, it`s her ultimate present for you as we have been posted and we won`t be seeing each other much more”. That news came as a hard blow, as I had become accustomed to our evenings together.
How could I refuse, I began to read the card, it directed me to attach a pulley to the chain in place of the flower basket, remove all of Judy`s clothes, fit her new vibrator, then suspend her to the point she would be on tip toes. I was then to use the whip on her body, no limits and no mercy, gagging her when she got too loud and not to miss her breasts and pussy or to be gentle in any way, until she passed out, when I was to give her another four strokes to include one to each breast as hard as I could muster.
Pete was to keep score while secured in a chair while this went on so he could not stop proceedings and she had underlined that it was to be really hard and until she passed out. Then I was to release Pete and he would administer the very last stroke with my help and he had been told exactly what he was to do. She had signed it and added kisses. I still have it now.
I turned to her aghast, ”I have always dreamed of a whip scenario but I don’t want to hurt you Judy you’re body is just too lovely and you mean too much to me for me to do what you ask” I whispered. A cloud of disappointment skipped across her face, and she quietly said “that this was what she really wanted, to be hurt and marked so she would remember our whole experience forever” and it was an “ultimate fantasy that it was to be her pupil who administered the whip as she was the one who had taken my virginity and trained me!” she trusted me to “complete the task”.
Reluctantly I agreed. Pete had now attached the pulley to the chain passing the rope through it. Then he sat down and in a silent trance I attached the cuffs and secured him to his chair, you could have heard a pin drop that room was so tense.
Judy had been standing silently watching, she kissed her husband, Then she kissed me the kiss of a butterfly, stepped back and looking deep into my eyes quietly repeated what she had said that first time in her room
“It`s time for you to un-wrap your very own treat.”
She stood as I with shaking hands began to removed her clothes, her blouse the orange one I had bought, then her skirt fell in a heap on the sofa, then her bra, the same wispy red one that she had worn that first time together. Her breasts looked lovely in the soft light as I placed her wrists in the cuffs and attached her cuffs to the still loose rope.
My hands slithered her nylons the little red wisp that was holding them and her panties slowly down her legs, she stepped out of them as daintily as a ballet dancer.
I kissed her first on her lips and then on her sex before slipping the vibrating egg up into her already wet body and put the control in her husband`s bound hand. I heard the egg start a short test hum, she shivered involuntarily and I pulled the rope lifting her to her toes and tied that off. She was now ready.
I removed my clothes, I asked her “are you really sure about this?”
She nodded as she said “do it...Please,” so I fetched her whip to kiss, which she did, her eyes sparkling with expectation.
Giving the new whip a trial crack; I began to gently flip the tip of the thongs across her rump and she jerked as I struck her that first stroke; a livid red wheal appeared across her back, amazing me with its vicious mark for a stroke of such gentle strength, my stiff prick began to drip pre-cum. A second stroke cut across her belly, she began to groan as each stroke fell, soon the white body was writhing in obvious pain, her lower lip had vanished and tears were beginning to form. red wheals on most of her previously white back, sobs now as I called Pete for a count “15” he called and I stopped for just a moment’s pause asking her if she still wanted me to go on, “last chance” I said, she refused by shaking her head, speech beyond her now so I fitted the gag, her eyes now pools of lust.
As I took up the whip again Pete reminded me that I was to not forget her pussy and her breasts, and thanking him, I began the next stroke which had me coming as the thongs bit into her breasts, her legs must by now have been finding supporting her body on tiptoe a trial, as she was slowly slumping her weight onto the rope, lifting each leg in turn, and twisting to ease the strain her right leg raised as I swung the next stroke the thongs found their mark wrapping themselves up between her legs to strike at the softest part of her body, I was glad of the gag, as her muffled screams were now loud in the big room, the next wrapped itself round her breasts again leaving another livid wheal across both. Blows now fell at a fair rate, on back, front and breast, as another climax ran through me. She was swinging on the rope now it was an automatic reaction, in the hope of saving herself from the stinging lashes; Pete was calling out each 10 strokes his trouser front wet with his own seed, 30, 40 why wouldn’t she faint and I could stop, released from my promise, 50, then the 60th stroke Where each stroke crossed another there where spots of bl**d, 70, we were at 80, before her head finally slumped forward and I could stop. her back now a mess of red lines and bruises, her toes dragged on the ground, I administered the next strokes as fast and as hard as I could, one each to the left and then the right breast, the rest on her back and buttocks, those last 4 cutting into her already damaged body leaving fresh bl**d along the whole line of each stroke,.
I quickly released Pete, and the together we undid her limp body, which he d****d face down over the stool , he removed the vibrating egg and he bid me hold her buttocks open with my arms under her body and out of the way as he administered the final terrible stroke which he did standing by her head giving her his best shot and he was a strong chap believe me, he didn’t pull any punches, striking straight down across her cleft slamming her delicate pink anal opening and curling itself into her sex. Her body shuddered and groaned as that blow fell and it was over.
In the next few minutes, as she began to recover we washed her cuts and with the ointment she had provided administered cream to her wounds laying her on the table to do so,
The lady was smiling, and mouthing her thanks as we placed her wrecked body into her bed and returned to the living room to clear away.
Pete and I checked on her every few minutes all that long night, guilty consciences no doubt, at 11 the next morning she woke, and asked for tea, by mid afternoon she was sat up and asking for us to select a dress for her in something light-weight and she very slowly went for a shower, bow legged and in much pain it is true
We sat at the table with breakfast while she lay on the sofa, as she said on something soft, seeing the state of her body I suspect we both felt very guilty, but she told us not to be, saying “you boys did exactly what I asked for and it was a once in a lifetime experience for us all”
I asked her if it was all she had hoped for in her fantasy. “And more” she replied, asking me if I had enjoyed myself? To which I said I had, but had learnt fantasy should stay fantasy if it in reality it causes so much suffering.
She then took us through the whole thing reliving each blow as if it were the most precious gift I could ever have given her. She starting by saying she thought I was going to refuse, when I read the instructions, my reluctance and the fact that she had the power over me to persuade me to do whatever she had wanted regardless of the consequences was a big turn on, she was so glad I changed my mind and followed the directions to the letter. So I asked how she knew we had done the last part of the instructions. In answer she said:
The thing that she remembered was The butterfly`s started as Pete fitted up the pulley, they got a little more busy as each item of her clothes were removed, when I placed the egg vibrator she had felt disappointed it was not working as a distraction, later, unbeknown to me Pete flicked it on each time the whip descended, just for the first 15 strokes, this telegraphed the arrival of each stroke he then left it on for the rest of the session not intentionally but as he couldn`t take his eyes from her body and had forgotten it. I had stopped giving her a last chance and she said it had been easy to say to “carry on”; though she was glad of the gag I fitted as she had been finding it hard to keep quiet. From then on she could scream all she wanted without the neighbours hearing. By then that her legs had been giving her pain, and as she heard her husband remind me where to strike, she said her bl**d ran cold, the first pussy stroke left a lasting impression, but the ones across her nipples caused her the most discomfort. Like a metronome she said those blows fell, Pete`s voice telling off the strokes in tens from about halfway through the session she had had small climaxes increasingly frequency as the strokes fell, first coming close to passing out after 70 strokes but, by sheer will power managing to hear the 80th called before it became just too much. She didn’t remember the four extra strokes at all or of us lifting her down, though she knew we had done it by her wounds, but she had regained some senses as we d****d her over the stool and knowing what was to come she said she had an enormous climax that lost her consciousness fortunately completely as the final blow wrapped itself into her sex, she could still feel the effects of that on her bruised clit.
There being nothing else to do I soon returned to my barracks. Pete reported to me on the Monday that she was up and doing light housework but was a “bit slow” and was still in a lot of pain. He also gave me the jumper!
I visited her with roses the next weekend, when she told me that she still had much pain and bruising, she would never want to do it again, and that sex at the moment was out of the question her clit still too bruised, but that she had no regrets at all about anything we had done. A sentiment repeated by Pete with one of his slow smiles. Then she kissed me saying they could never repeat our time together with anyone else, as she rolled down her top to show me two deep scars one on either lovely breast just under her nipples, You see, she said “I can never forget you now.”
That was the last time I ever saw them together.
The very next day I went on detachment on a driving job to Belgium for a month and on return they had gone, to Cyprus. We wrote for a while and in one letter about 18 months after they left she said she was left with the two scars on her breasts and one each on her back and her butt, that she hoped they would never fade away, but things were not the same without the physical side and we slowly lost contact over the years.

The years have rolled on as years do, a retired married man now I joined Hamster on the computer and I wrote the above story to pass away the time and to give others some “erotic enjoyment”. I had been on hamster for a month or so when I received a request for friendship from someone calling them-selves, `Her-boy`, we shall call him, Mike.
I did as we all do and opened the profile to find it was a chap who had not been on long but had a good selection of mom and son videos, and galleries. Now those who know me know I am a sucker [no pun intended] for mom and son stories so I added him to my friends and we began to talk on the private messages. [he`s not there now so don’t bother] He said he had read all my works to date had enjoyed them, and had learnt a lot he did not know, which struck me as a little odd, but thought it was just a throw away comment. After a week or two of chat he sent me a message referring to the location of the dogs grave, something only a very few of us knew. As “Caspar” had been such a big dog we had laid him to rest in a small copse at the back of some garages in our barracks using a “borrowed “JCB and that it was done without higher authority`s knowledge meant that few knew of the location. He then revealed he also knew the address of the hireing where the whole thing had happened. Naturally I was a bit worried about that as I realised he could only be someone close to the action, Pete or one of the boys I had “babysat” all those years ago and it was a case of he must know that as the author of the pieces, it was me that had had a hand in giving his mother scars on her body.
I was therefore more careful than normal about what I had to say to him a bit like treading on egg-shell`s, I asked if he was one of the boys or if he was Pete. He was one of the boys and that he vaguely remembered me all those years ago, He assured that Pete had passed away some years ago while still in the service, in a road accident along with his b*****r. That he was not unhappy about what had happened and that his mother and he shared a house near a village on the Derby, Staffordshire moorlands border.
The fact that Judy was still alive was a bonus to me, so I gently asked to if she was OK, and to my surprise he said she was “bouncing with health and vitality” and “as sensual as ever”! This again struck me as odd for a son to refer to his mother in such a way, but it`s an odd world and there are some people on hamster who are just a little out of the mainstream and look at life in a different way to most. What did excite me a little and perhaps disturb me as well, was a gallery picture on his profile that came up a day or so later, with just a large breast on it showing a scar about 4” long just under the nipple, and a caption saying “I remember it well” My mind was in a turmoil now, was this a trap by a young man who wanted revenge for what I had done to his mother all those years ago, even if it was at her request, or was it a genuine wish for contact by a young man who wanted to put me back in contact with (or perhaps warn me off from) his mother.
Now, my life at home had been a happy one, a wife who was everything a wife should be, and who I had never found the need to lie to or cheat on. She knew nothing of that piece of my past and I did not want to enlighten her on the subject, although I had always had guilty feelings about the scars on Judy`s body since it had happened But I had kept them bottled up.
This then, was chance for me, hopefully with Judy, to talk about the guilt and either at best gets her forgiveness, or at worse know the extent of my guilt.
I arranged to meet Mike in Markeaton Park in Derby “on neutral ground” as I didn’t want my address revealed as yet or my wife to get any undue shocks. I arranged it as a day out visiting the Midland Railway museum, my wife having no interest in the railways of the UK, she, as I expected opted to go visit her s****r and I could drop her off on my way! Thus on a grey overcast Thursday in September I arrived at the park and sat on the bench beside the k**dies railway, leaving my car well away in the far end of the car park. After a long 30 minutes I was in somewhat of a nervy state, when a small mini-van pulled in with a small chap of about 50 driving. “Hi” he said “are you Eddy?” (I thought who else would be sitting on a closed miniature railway station bench in a k**die`s park on a rainy mid week day in September).
I affirmed that I was, and as it was now spotting with rain, at his request I got into his van and was relieved to find he was both kindly disposed to me and keen to know more about his father`s work, his mothers relationship, their sex lives much as I knew and the facts leading up to that ultimate night. We spent an hour together, with me filling in the odd detail`s not in the stories he had read and re-read, I in turn was keen to know what had happened to Pete and Nick and all about Judy,.
On the fate of Pete, he Sadly explained that it had been a road accident on the motorway, that he had survived only losing his left foot, something I had till then not noticed as he had not got out of the little motor, they, his father and b*****r had been killed instantly it was 20 years since. I expressed my sympathy.
On the subject of his mother, he was more reluctant, though he did say he as yet had not told her he had “found “me. Hesitantly he explained that he was living as man and wife with his own mother, and the pieces now fell into place, I suspect he had been as worried about my reaction as I had been about his to me! I explained my problem of not revealing my past to my wife and we mutually decided not to rock the boat in either direction. I also said I still felt guilty about what had happened on that last night to which he said nothing. We arranged for me to visit the house on the moors soon and then went our separate ways; I suspect both of us now in a happier state of mind.
The following week my wife announced she was going to a spa with her s****r for a long weekend, something her s****r had won at bingo! I decided it was fate and made arrangements to visit Mike and Judy while she was away, and Mike met me on the Friday at one of the green man pub`s, Green men were numerous up on that moor and I can understand why! This one proved to be only a mile or so from their home. The little house was a typical isolated, moorland farmhouse, a few outhouses, solid stone built and no longer a working farm, the land being owned by a neighbour. Judy met me at the door, now just in her 70¬s her hair grey, her eyes still with a twinkle; her body still tidy though her bust larger than I remember and just turning south as we say round here.
I was bustled into the warmth of the kitchen, where we had tea and home-made cake while we caught up with old times a bit, neither of us mentioning our sexual history and generally pussy-footed round the subject, neither really wanting to disturb old ground. Mike, who had sat quietly till then, rather broke the ice with the impatience of youth, or at least in our case comparative youth. “Judy” he said (not mum I noticed but Judy) “I know you and Eddy were lovers in the past and that`s why I left you a hard copy of the stories to read this morning, Eddy knows how we live, so let`s be a bit more realistic and let`s talk about the problems real or imagined and get it into the light once and for all”.
There was a silence you could have cut with a knife, before, hesitantly at first, Judy began to talk, First about the memories the stories had disturbed, then about her life with Pete, a rough and tumble marriage that had had elements of sadism and master slave and that had built into a sort of fantasy world for them both. She had submitted to Pete`s every will until the first c***d had been born followed a year later by Mike. The balance of the master slave world had then been tilted and she had begun to take over as the dominant one, insisting the boys were not involved in any way with their other life. They had taken a lover into the marriage and he had had sex with Judy which had brought out the cuckold side of Pete, also his Bi element which Judy had exploited until the lover had been posted away, which was where I had come on the scene. She said we all already knew what had happened due to my most graphic stories that had turned her on no end and then went on to say that they had had a high time in Cyprus, then returned to the UK and had had a few years at a training camp, with Pete flitting off for periods in Ulster, and the boys in boarding school. She had had a number of lovers in that time, not one BDMS orientated, none being serious and none lasting long. The humiliation being meat and drink to Pete, who by now was a staff sergeant with a bunch of fresh trainee drivers who changed every 6 weeks.
Pete and the boys were off to Scotland on a fishing holiday when disaster struck, he and nick were killed instantly under a lorry, mike in the back being trapped by his foot and having to have it amputated. Her world tumbling down, Mike always a sickly c***d, had taken a year or two to get back to health, the compensation had been good so financially they were set for life and they had moved to Manchester together to gather themselves. They had been there for about a year when Mike had told her that both boys had known of her numerous later lovers and that he wanted to be next. It being mutual they had slept together that very evening and after a lot of thought they had come here buying this remote farmhouse and the outbuildings in their f****y name as man and wife.
Mike now brought up the scars, he said he and his b*****r had spied on his mother as all boys are wont to do and had seen the scars on either breast, they had been the cause of much interest and discussion Though it was not till after the accident that he had dared ask about them only to be rebuffed with the lady not wanting to discuss it. That`s why when he read the stories he put two and two together and inadvertently I had confirmed the details.
Judy laughed and said she now understood why he had been keen to examine her back and her scars a month or two back and that she had not let him see until he explained which at the time he had not wanted to do. I reminded Judy that I had only seen the scars when they were fresh, and with a smile she stood and silently began to undo the buttons of her dress, Mike and I held our breath as slowly this lovely elderly lady to my amazement took off her clothes. Her breasts were all I could imagine, larger now and more aged than when I had first known them But still proud enough to support a pair of lovely nipples and two curved scars 3” or 4 “ long just as I had placed them all those years ago. She looked into my eyes and quietly said that she asked for these marks and had been proud of them all the time she has had them, I was not to blame myself in any way as it was what she had wanted and that she had had no regrets at all. She asked me to read the story of how they had been put there to us all and with a trembling voice I began to do so, as she removed the rest of her clothing, As I came to the actual whipping she became misty eyed, her mind reliving the past as only a victim could, 60, 70, 80 strokes, then the last 4, she beckoned Mike and I forward and pointed slowly to each successive cut, left and right breast, one across her shoulders which was hardly visible, and one across her backside faded now but still just there.
She had me continue and turned, bending over and kneeling on the armchair revealing the last scar left on her by her husband, It started to the left side of her little brown puckered arse fortunately it had not hit squarely or who knows what would have been the outcome it passed onto the left of the lip of her virgina , finally scar tissue still showing at the side of her clit hood deep in the cleft, still showing after all this time it must have been deep and agony when it was new.
We sat in that little unlit kitchen, with the firelight flickering and talked , Mike visibly stimulated by the moment, his lady now nude on his lap, his hand in her lap fingering her moist pussy, I could sense it was the hand of her lover and her final partner in life, She said she had had lovers from time to time who had noticed the scars on her breasts and had asked about their origins perhaps in the vein hope of her being their sub, but she had never enlightened them, preferring to let imagination`s run riot. Neither had she let anyone use her in a sadistic way again. No -one had noticed the last scar she said, they being her most erotic secret. She said she was a one person woman now, and that was as well in view of my home situation, though she said the spark has not yet vanished and she still had a sex drive that suited both of them, kept her young and though the whips were not part of the scene nor swapping, or cuckolding they enjoyed life to the full plus a bit, her words not mine.
As I put my coat on I asked them to keep in touch as friends and they have promised to do that. Mike made up the fire and Judy went off, I thought to dress, She returned in a house coat, with a briefcase in her hands, “this is for you “she said “but don’t open it till you get home”, I took my leave of them pausing on the step to say goodnight, knowing this lady was unstoppable and part of a really happy couple.
She kissed me as I left, it was like a butterfly in that same old way; my mind reliving that first kiss all those years ago.
As I walked to the car, there was a deep sounding bark from an outhouse and she called to the dog to silence it with a loud command of “quiet Caspar” we exchanged a glance and she shrugged her shoulders with a grin, nothing was said but we both knew. I drove away with a smile on my face.
Stopping on my way home to look in the case, it held much as I expected , after all these years , wrapped in tissue, a gaudy orange blouse and a whip, a leather whip, one with a rawhide handle and bootlace type soft leather thongs the longest about 2 feet and with small knots at the ends ..

Sadly “Casper “the Newfoundland had been killed in a road accident and we had buried him the day before, inside the camp woodland at the back of the barracks, I had had to borrow a JCB to dig the grave and it had all been done on the quiet as no doubt authority would have been less than happy with giant dogs being buried all over their lovely tidy camp.
I was now just 18 and had been experimenting with sex with Pete and Judy for a couple of months now whenever we had chance.
They had asked another friend in a quarter to have their k**s to sl**pover and take them out with the friends own lads, next day partly to dull the loss of their beloved pet. W e all needed to lift the spirits and my long awaited birthday was the ideal excuse, so off we went to the nightclub that they had gone to on our first night together, much local beer was d***k with a very good meal and the cabaret was a stimulating mix of stripping, lesbian show and finally a young lady who used a soft whip on herself, looking sadistic to most punters but those who knew the score were not fooled, and Judy was one who was not convinced. I remarked that I would like to have been holding the whip to which Judy smiled and replied that I had said something like that when we initially had the heart to heart that first weekend, I had forgotten that, it being one of many of those fantasy`s most men have at one time or another.
We shortly left and a local taxi swished us away to the house as only German taxis can, Inside the house it seemed now quiet without the big brown dog, so to keep things flowing Pete stuck a beer in my hand and we drank to my birthday. In the middle of their living room had been a typical German chandelier, a huge ugly thing hanging from the high ceiling; in its place now was a modern strip light, not really in keeping and giving a harsh neon light that was not conducive to seduction and was not much used now in the evenings they said, as a new addition since I had last visited was a much smaller lamp on the sideboard that gave the room a warm inviting glow. I noticed a chain dangling from the old ceiling hook that had previously supported the old lamp and asked what it had been left for. Pete explained that when the old lamp had been taken down the electrician a big German, had discovered a beam supporting the thing he had demonstrated its strength by swinging on the frame of the chandelier remarking on German workmanship. They had asked him to leave the bracket in place to hang a hanging basket of flowers on and had added the chain to make it more easy to use.
Judy then appeared with two parcel`s looking serious and giving one to me. “Before you open it eddy” she said “there is a condition, there is some instructions in there along with your present. You must promise to follow those to the letter,” she emphasised that, going on to say “regardless of whatever else goes on, She kissed me and passed me the present, a large box wrapped in birthday paper. that is going to be the most unusual present you will ever receive, probably in your lifetime, [and she was probably right] if you won`t agree and promise to do the things just as the instructions say, in the other parcel is a jumper and you can have that and we will never mention it again.”
My heart missed a beat, I knew whatever it was a serious present .I remembered the weekend and the excitement good and not quite so good but it had been a huge high, as had the odd weekends together since not so intense but good none the less, so how could a chap like me refuse, so with my mind in turmoil, I agreed to the conditions. She kissed me and passed me the present, a large box wrapped in birthday paper. Saying as she did that what was in the box was her ultimate fantasy and that both she and Pete had been looking forward and planning this for a few weeks now, it was up to me to make it come true.

I removed the paper and then lifted the lid, to find a whip, a leather whip one with a rawhide handle and bootlace type soft leather thongs the longest about 2 feet with small knots at the ends, there was also a card with the instructions written in Judy`s own careful handwriting. Laid out on the table under a cloth there was now revealed, a set of four cuffs, a pulley, some ropes chains and a gag along with some tubes of cream. I looked back at Pete who smiled and said” it`s your fantasy and it`s what she really wants, it`s her ultimate present for you as we have been posted and we won`t be seeing each other much more”. That news came as a hard blow, as I had become accustomed to our evenings together.
How could I refuse, I began to read the card, it directed me to attach a pulley to the chain in place of the flower basket, remove all of Judy`s clothes, fit her new vibrator, then suspend her to the point she would be on tip toes. I was then to use the whip on her body, no limits and no mercy, gagging her when she got too loud and not to miss her breasts and pussy or to be gentle in any way, until she passed out, when I was to give her another four strokes to include one to each breast as hard as I could muster.
Pete was to keep score while secured in a chair while this went on so he could not stop proceedings and she had underlined that it was to be really hard and until she passed out. Then I was to release Pete and he would administer the very last stroke with my help and he had been told exactly what he was to do. She had signed it and added kisses. I still have it now.
I turned to her aghast, ”I have always dreamed of a whip scenario but I don’t want to hurt you Judy you’re body is just too lovely and you mean too much to me for me to do what you ask” I whispered. A cloud of disappointment skipped across her face, and she quietly said “that this was what she really wanted, to be hurt and marked so she would remember our whole experience forever” and it was an “ultimate fantasy that it was to be her pupil who administered the whip as she was the one who had taken my virginity and trained me!” she trusted me to “complete the task”.
Reluctantly I agreed. Pete had now attached the pulley to the chain passing the rope through it. Then he sat down and in a silent trance I attached the cuffs and secured him to his chair, you could have heard a pin drop that room was so tense.
Judy had been standing silently watching, she kissed her husband, Then she kissed me the kiss of a butterfly, stepped back and looking deep into my eyes quietly repeated what she had said that first time in her room
“It`s time for you to un-wrap your very own treat.”
She stood as I with shaking hands began to removed her clothes, her blouse the orange one I had bought, then her skirt fell in a heap on the sofa, then her bra, the same wispy red one that she had worn that first time together. Her breasts looked lovely in the soft light as I placed her wrists in the cuffs and attached her cuffs to the still loose rope.
My hands slithered her nylons the little red wisp that was holding them and her panties slowly down her legs, she stepped out of them as daintily as a ballet dancer.
I kissed her first on her lips and then on her sex before slipping the vibrating egg up into her already wet body and put the control in her husband`s bound hand. I heard the egg start a short test hum, she shivered involuntarily and I pulled the rope lifting her to her toes and tied that off. She was now ready.
I removed my clothes, I asked her “are you really sure about this?”
She nodded as she said “do it...Please,” so I fetched her whip to kiss, which she did, her eyes sparkling with expectation.
Giving the new whip a trial crack; I began to gently flip the tip of the thongs across her rump and she jerked as I struck her that first stroke; a livid red wheal appeared across her back, amazing me with its vicious mark for a stroke of such gentle strength, my stiff prick began to drip pre-cum. A second stroke cut across her belly, she began to groan as each stroke fell, soon the white body was writhing in obvious pain, her lower lip had vanished and tears were beginning to form. red wheals on most of her previously white back, sobs now as I called Pete for a count “15” he called and I stopped for just a moment’s pause asking her if she still wanted me to go on, “last chance” I said, she refused by shaking her head, speech beyond her now so I fitted the gag, her eyes now pools of lust.
As I took up the whip again Pete reminded me that I was to not forget her pussy and her breasts, and thanking him, I began the next stroke which had me coming as the thongs bit into her breasts, her legs must by now have been finding supporting her body on tiptoe a trial, as she was slowly slumping her weight onto the rope, lifting each leg in turn, and twisting to ease the strain her right leg raised as I swung the next stroke the thongs found their mark wrapping themselves up between her legs to strike at the softest part of her body, I was glad of the gag, as her muffled screams were now loud in the big room, the next wrapped itself round her breasts again leaving another livid wheal across both. Blows now fell at a fair rate, on back, front and breast, as another climax ran through me. She was swinging on the rope now it was an automatic reaction, in the hope of saving herself from the stinging lashes; Pete was calling out each 10 strokes his trouser front wet with his own seed, 30, 40 why wouldn’t she faint and I could stop, released from my promise, 50, then the 60th stroke Where each stroke crossed another there where spots of bl**d, 70, we were at 80, before her head finally slumped forward and I could stop. her back now a mess of red lines and bruises, her toes dragged on the ground, I administered the next strokes as fast and as hard as I could, one each to the left and then the right breast, the rest on her back and buttocks, those last 4 cutting into her already damaged body leaving fresh bl**d along the whole line of each stroke,.
I quickly released Pete, and the together we undid her limp body, which he d****d face down over the stool , he removed the vibrating egg and he bid me hold her buttocks open with my arms under her body and out of the way as he administered the final terrible stroke which he did standing by her head giving her his best shot and he was a strong chap believe me, he didn’t pull any punches, striking straight down across her cleft slamming her delicate pink anal opening and curling itself into her sex. Her body shuddered and groaned as that blow fell and it was over.
In the next few minutes, as she began to recover we washed her cuts and with the ointment she had provided administered cream to her wounds laying her on the table to do so,
The lady was smiling, and mouthing her thanks as we placed her wrecked body into her bed and returned to the living room to clear away.
Pete and I checked on her every few minutes all that long night, guilty consciences no doubt, at 11 the next morning she woke, and asked for tea, by mid afternoon she was sat up and asking for us to select a dress for her in something light-weight and she very slowly went for a shower, bow legged and in much pain it is true
We sat at the table with breakfast while she lay on the sofa, as she said on something soft, seeing the state of her body I suspect we both felt very guilty, but she told us not to be, saying “you boys did exactly what I asked for and it was a once in a lifetime experience for us all”
I asked her if it was all she had hoped for in her fantasy. “And more” she replied, asking me if I had enjoyed myself? To which I said I had, but had learnt fantasy should stay fantasy if it in reality it causes so much suffering.
She then took us through the whole thing reliving each blow as if it were the most precious gift I could ever have given her. She starting by saying she thought I was going to refuse, when I read the instructions, my reluctance and the fact that she had the power over me to persuade me to do whatever she had wanted regardless of the consequences was a big turn on, she was so glad I changed my mind and followed the directions to the letter. So I asked how she knew we had done the last part of the instructions. In answer she said:
The thing that she remembered was The butterfly`s started as Pete fitted up the pulley, they got a little more busy as each item of her clothes were removed, when I placed the egg vibrator she had felt disappointed it was not working as a distraction, later, unbeknown to me Pete flicked it on each time the whip descended, just for the first 15 strokes, this telegraphed the arrival of each stroke he then left it on for the rest of the session not intentionally but as he couldn`t take his eyes from her body and had forgotten it. I had stopped giving her a last chance and she said it had been easy to say to “carry on”; though she was glad of the gag I fitted as she had been finding it hard to keep quiet. From then on she could scream all she wanted without the neighbours hearing. By then that her legs had been giving her pain, and as she heard her husband remind me where to strike, she said her bl**d ran cold, the first pussy stroke left a lasting impression, but the ones across her nipples caused her the most discomfort. Like a metronome she said those blows fell, Pete`s voice telling off the strokes in tens from about halfway through the session she had had small climaxes increasingly frequency as the strokes fell, first coming close to passing out after 70 strokes but, by sheer will power managing to hear the 80th called before it became just too much. She didn’t remember the four extra strokes at all or of us lifting her down, though she knew we had done it by her wounds, but she had regained some senses as we d****d her over the stool and knowing what was to come she said she had an enormous climax that lost her consciousness fortunately completely as the final blow wrapped itself into her sex, she could still feel the effects of that on her bruised clit.
There being nothing else to do I soon returned to my barracks. Pete reported to me on the Monday that she was up and doing light housework but was a “bit slow” and was still in a lot of pain. He also gave me the jumper!
I visited her with roses the next weekend, when she told me that she still had much pain and bruising, she would never want to do it again, and that sex at the moment was out of the question her clit still too bruised, but that she had no regrets at all about anything we had done. A sentiment repeated by Pete with one of his slow smiles. Then she kissed me saying they could never repeat our time together with anyone else, as she rolled down her top to show me two deep scars one on either lovely breast just under her nipples, You see, she said “I can never forget you now.”
That was the last time I ever saw them together.
The very next day I went on detachment on a driving job to Belgium for a month and on return they had gone, to Cyprus. We wrote for a while and in one letter about 18 months after they left she said she was left with the two scars on her breasts and one each on her back and her butt, that she hoped they would never fade away, but things were not the same without the physical side and we slowly lost contact over the years.

The years have rolled on as years do, a retired married man now I joined Hamster on the computer and I wrote the above story to pass away the time and to give others some “erotic enjoyment”. I had been on hamster for a month or so when I received a request for friendship from someone calling them-selves, `Her-boy`, we shall call him, Mike.
I did as we all do and opened the profile to find it was a chap who had not been on long but had a good selection of mom and son videos, and galleries. Now those who know me know I am a sucker [no pun intended] for mom and son stories so I added him to my friends and we began to talk on the private messages. [he`s not there now so don’t bother] He said he had read all my works to date had enjoyed them, and had learnt a lot he did not know, which struck me as a little odd, but thought it was just a throw away comment. After a week or two of chat he sent me a message referring to the location of the dogs grave, something only a very few of us knew. As “Caspar” had been such a big dog we had laid him to rest in a small copse at the back of some garages in our barracks using a “borrowed “JCB and that it was done without higher authority`s knowledge meant that few knew of the location. He then revealed he also knew the address of the hireing where the whole thing had happened. Naturally I was a bit worried about that as I realised he could only be someone close to the action, Pete or one of the boys I had “babysat” all those years ago and it was a case of he must know that as the author of the pieces, it was me that had had a hand in giving his mother scars on her body.
I was therefore more careful than normal about what I had to say to him a bit like treading on egg-shell`s, I asked if he was one of the boys or if he was Pete. He was one of the boys and that he vaguely remembered me all those years ago, He assured that Pete had passed away some years ago while still in the service, in a road accident along with his b*****r. That he was not unhappy about what had happened and that his mother and he shared a house near a village on the Derby, Staffordshire moorlands border.
The fact that Judy was still alive was a bonus to me, so I gently asked to if she was OK, and to my surprise he said she was “bouncing with health and vitality” and “as sensual as ever”! This again struck me as odd for a son to refer to his mother in such a way, but it`s an odd world and there are some people on hamster who are just a little out of the mainstream and look at life in a different way to most. What did excite me a little and perhaps disturb me as well, was a gallery picture on his profile that came up a day or so later, with just a large breast on it showing a scar about 4” long just under the nipple, and a caption saying “I remember it well” My mind was in a turmoil now, was this a trap by a young man who wanted revenge for what I had done to his mother all those years ago, even if it was at her request, or was it a genuine wish for contact by a young man who wanted to put me back in contact with (or perhaps warn me off from) his mother.
Now, my life at home had been a happy one, a wife who was everything a wife should be, and who I had never found the need to lie to or cheat on. She knew nothing of that piece of my past and I did not want to enlighten her on the subject, although I had always had guilty feelings about the scars on Judy`s body since it had happened But I had kept them bottled up.
This then, was chance for me, hopefully with Judy, to talk about the guilt and either at best gets her forgiveness, or at worse know the extent of my guilt.
I arranged to meet Mike in Markeaton Park in Derby “on neutral ground” as I didn’t want my address revealed as yet or my wife to get any undue shocks. I arranged it as a day out visiting the Midland Railway museum, my wife having no interest in the railways of the UK, she, as I expected opted to go visit her s****r and I could drop her off on my way! Thus on a grey overcast Thursday in September I arrived at the park and sat on the bench beside the k**dies railway, leaving my car well away in the far end of the car park. After a long 30 minutes I was in somewhat of a nervy state, when a small mini-van pulled in with a small chap of about 50 driving. “Hi” he said “are you Eddy?” (I thought who else would be sitting on a closed miniature railway station bench in a k**die`s park on a rainy mid week day in September).
I affirmed that I was, and as it was now spotting with rain, at his request I got into his van and was relieved to find he was both kindly disposed to me and keen to know more about his father`s work, his mothers relationship, their sex lives much as I knew and the facts leading up to that ultimate night. We spent an hour together, with me filling in the odd detail`s not in the stories he had read and re-read, I in turn was keen to know what had happened to Pete and Nick and all about Judy,.
On the fate of Pete, he Sadly explained that it had been a road accident on the motorway, that he had survived only losing his left foot, something I had till then not noticed as he had not got out of the little motor, they, his father and b*****r had been killed instantly it was 20 years since. I expressed my sympathy.
On the subject of his mother, he was more reluctant, though he did say he as yet had not told her he had “found “me. Hesitantly he explained that he was living as man and wife with his own mother, and the pieces now fell into place, I suspect he had been as worried about my reaction as I had been about his to me! I explained my problem of not revealing my past to my wife and we mutually decided not to rock the boat in either direction. I also said I still felt guilty about what had happened on that last night to which he said nothing. We arranged for me to visit the house on the moors soon and then went our separate ways; I suspect both of us now in a happier state of mind.
The following week my wife announced she was going to a spa with her s****r for a long weekend, something her s****r had won at bingo! I decided it was fate and made arrangements to visit Mike and Judy while she was away, and Mike met me on the Friday at one of the green man pub`s, Green men were numerous up on that moor and I can understand why! This one proved to be only a mile or so from their home. The little house was a typical isolated, moorland farmhouse, a few outhouses, solid stone built and no longer a working farm, the land being owned by a neighbour. Judy met me at the door, now just in her 70¬s her hair grey, her eyes still with a twinkle; her body still tidy though her bust larger than I remember and just turning south as we say round here.
I was bustled into the warmth of the kitchen, where we had tea and home-made cake while we caught up with old times a bit, neither of us mentioning our sexual history and generally pussy-footed round the subject, neither really wanting to disturb old ground. Mike, who had sat quietly till then, rather broke the ice with the impatience of youth, or at least in our case comparative youth. “Judy” he said (not mum I noticed but Judy) “I know you and Eddy were lovers in the past and that`s why I left you a hard copy of the stories to read this morning, Eddy knows how we live, so let`s be a bit more realistic and let`s talk about the problems real or imagined and get it into the light once and for all”.
There was a silence you could have cut with a knife, before, hesitantly at first, Judy began to talk, First about the memories the stories had disturbed, then about her life with Pete, a rough and tumble marriage that had had elements of sadism and master slave and that had built into a sort of fantasy world for them both. She had submitted to Pete`s every will until the first c***d had been born followed a year later by Mike. The balance of the master slave world had then been tilted and she had begun to take over as the dominant one, insisting the boys were not involved in any way with their other life. They had taken a lover into the marriage and he had had sex with Judy which had brought out the cuckold side of Pete, also his Bi element which Judy had exploited until the lover had been posted away, which was where I had come on the scene. She said we all already knew what had happened due to my most graphic stories that had turned her on no end and then went on to say that they had had a high time in Cyprus, then returned to the UK and had had a few years at a training camp, with Pete flitting off for periods in Ulster, and the boys in boarding school. She had had a number of lovers in that time, not one BDMS orientated, none being serious and none lasting long. The humiliation being meat and drink to Pete, who by now was a staff sergeant with a bunch of fresh trainee drivers who changed every 6 weeks.
Pete and the boys were off to Scotland on a fishing holiday when disaster struck, he and nick were killed instantly under a lorry, mike in the back being trapped by his foot and having to have it amputated. Her world tumbling down, Mike always a sickly c***d, had taken a year or two to get back to health, the compensation had been good so financially they were set for life and they had moved to Manchester together to gather themselves. They had been there for about a year when Mike had told her that both boys had known of her numerous later lovers and that he wanted to be next. It being mutual they had slept together that very evening and after a lot of thought they had come here buying this remote farmhouse and the outbuildings in their f****y name as man and wife.
Mike now brought up the scars, he said he and his b*****r had spied on his mother as all boys are wont to do and had seen the scars on either breast, they had been the cause of much interest and discussion Though it was not till after the accident that he had dared ask about them only to be rebuffed with the lady not wanting to discuss it. That`s why when he read the stories he put two and two together and inadvertently I had confirmed the details.
Judy laughed and said she now understood why he had been keen to examine her back and her scars a month or two back and that she had not let him see until he explained which at the time he had not wanted to do. I reminded Judy that I had only seen the scars when they were fresh, and with a smile she stood and silently began to undo the buttons of her dress, Mike and I held our breath as slowly this lovely elderly lady to my amazement took off her clothes. Her breasts were all I could imagine, larger now and more aged than when I had first known them But still proud enough to support a pair of lovely nipples and two curved scars 3” or 4 “ long just as I had placed them all those years ago. She looked into my eyes and quietly said that she asked for these marks and had been proud of them all the time she has had them, I was not to blame myself in any way as it was what she had wanted and that she had had no regrets at all. She asked me to read the story of how they had been put there to us all and with a trembling voice I began to do so, as she removed the rest of her clothing, As I came to the actual whipping she became misty eyed, her mind reliving the past as only a victim could, 60, 70, 80 strokes, then the last 4, she beckoned Mike and I forward and pointed slowly to each successive cut, left and right breast, one across her shoulders which was hardly visible, and one across her backside faded now but still just there.
She had me continue and turned, bending over and kneeling on the armchair revealing the last scar left on her by her husband, It started to the left side of her little brown puckered arse fortunately it had not hit squarely or who knows what would have been the outcome it passed onto the left of the lip of her virgina , finally scar tissue still showing at the side of her clit hood deep in the cleft, still showing after all this time it must have been deep and agony when it was new.
We sat in that little unlit kitchen, with the firelight flickering and talked , Mike visibly stimulated by the moment, his lady now nude on his lap, his hand in her lap fingering her moist pussy, I could sense it was the hand of her lover and her final partner in life, She said she had had lovers from time to time who had noticed the scars on her breasts and had asked about their origins perhaps in the vein hope of her being their sub, but she had never enlightened them, preferring to let imagination`s run riot. Neither had she let anyone use her in a sadistic way again. No -one had noticed the last scar she said, they being her most erotic secret. She said she was a one person woman now, and that was as well in view of my home situation, though she said the spark has not yet vanished and she still had a sex drive that suited both of them, kept her young and though the whips were not part of the scene nor swapping, or cuckolding they enjoyed life to the full plus a bit, her words not mine.
As I put my coat on I asked them to keep in touch as friends and they have promised to do that. Mike made up the fire and Judy went off, I thought to dress, She returned in a house coat, with a briefcase in her hands, “this is for you “she said “but don’t open it till you get home”, I took my leave of them pausing on the step to say goodnight, knowing this lady was unstoppable and part of a really happy couple.
She kissed me as I left, it was like a butterfly in that same old way; my mind reliving that first kiss all those years ago.
As I walked to the car, there was a deep sounding bark from an outhouse and she called to the dog to silence it with a loud command of “quiet Caspar” we exchanged a glance and she shrugged her shoulders with a grin, nothing was said but we both knew. I drove away with a smile on my face.
Stopping on my way home to look in the case, it held much as I expected , after all these years , wrapped in tissue, a gaudy orange blouse and a whip, a leather whip, one with a rawhide handle and bootlace type soft leather thongs the longest about 2 feet and with small knots at the ends ..

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