ENF CMNF CFNF story – Rich girl discovers her humiliation fetish

His crude reference to my body made me shudder with shame and the first stroke lashed across my bum cheeks. It was not as bad as the spatula but it did have a cruel sting when the tip wrapped around my right bum cheek. Greg noticed this fact and without a pause, he gave me ten more “back-hand” strokes to even it up as he put it. I still had to remain kneeling on the floor and Sharon came to kneel beside me. I moaned as she reached out and ran her hands over my bum; she gently soothed the pain and told me how red my bum was.

James gave Greg a can of beer and told him how he had got me in my rightful place and told him to continue until I was howling like a baby. Greg laughed and joked how he was trying to make it last as long as possible and he was trying to remember all his favourite positions out of the magazines to put me in. He went on to say how he was really looking forward to stripping me stark naked and seeing everything I had got between my legs and how when I finally begged to be stripped he was going to give me ten more with his favourite instrument.

He exclaimed how he thought of having a twenty-five-year-old woman like me under his control was his dream come true especially as I was a “rich bitch” as he put it. My ordeal was becoming more shameful by the minute but I could not protest and couldn’t believe I was so willing to go along with their obscene game. Even Sharon gave me a smack as she stopped rubbing my bum and as I stood up I saw Greg bringing a chair into the room.

He looked me straight in the eye and made me blush with pure shame as he laughed “I think you’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you Emma.” Then he cupped my breast and teased my erect nipple between his fingers. “Quite a dark horse aren’t you,” he carried on playing with my boobs as I sobbed “please no.”

A plastic ruler was my next item and I was made to stand at the back of the chair and bend over with my hands on the seat. The back-rest pressed into my tummy and Greg eased my legs apart. Then he announced he was tired of standing up and he sat on the sofa; I had to shuffle across with the chair to where he was sat.

When he was satisfied I was close enough he stroked the back of his hand up my legs and told me how he thought my bum could do with a rest and he thought my legs needed smacking. He sounded such a conceited bastard but I could not help feeling a strange kind of thrill about how he had brought me under his total control and me a twenty-five-year-old woman. He used the ruler to flick the backs of my legs and the sharp sting had me pushing my legs further apart.

When he had given me ten on each leg, he gave me a mocking pat between my legs with the ruler.

“Still not ready to show us this,” he asked. I couldn’t answer him and the silence was broken by a giggling Sharon.

“What do you think of this,” and I could see her give something to Greg.

“Fantastic,” he enthused and showed it to James. It turned out my wonderful best friend had made me my very own whip!

She had used a torch as the handle and at the end was a loop to which she had fastened four lengths of nylon rope about two feet long.

“Now for a proper flogging,” pronounced Greg and I was led up to the wall and told to stand with my legs apart and my arms touching the wall level with my shoulders. He traced the homemade whip down my back and as he teased me with it he told me I deserved this for being a stuck up bitch.

To compound my shame I replied with a quiet “yes” and laughter greeted the first stroke. He brought it down across my back although fairly gently at first; the next few became harder and I think he was testing my reaction to it. I must admit it felt very symbolic to be “whipped” and against all my sensibilities and pride I was beginning to get a sexual satisfaction to my treatment.

I had a frightening thought come into my head and I imagined him turning me around and “whipping” my breasts. I could hear muttering conversation as I was left against the wall and I actually shuddered with excitement at the thought of my tits being punished. A voice in my head told me it was absurd to actually enjoy this but I was more than enjoying it—I was craving it. I felt like screaming how I wanted my tits thrashed and to be made to crawl naked around the room begging for more.

I took a deep breath and without being told I turned around and knelt in the middle of the room. I was facing them all and with my arms behind me, I grasped my ankles and thrust my tits out as much as I could. I could see all their faces stare as Greg came up to me; he trailed the whip over my heaving chest.

“So my pretty little Emma thinks I should whip her tits,” he smiled and as I closed my eyes.

Every inch of my body burned with humiliation as I said, “Please, I am a stuck up bitch who deserves it.”

Sharon gasped “Emma” and I could hear my boyfriend almost choke on his beer and tell Greg to go ahead and give me what I wanted. My nipples were as hard as could be and I was literally shaking with suspense as he continued to run the whip over my boobs.

“You’re getting randy,” he laughed and again he waited for a response.

“Yes, yes,” I said pleadingly wanting something to happen but he was in no hurry. “I bet you never dreamed you would see your best friend waiting to have her tits whipped,” he laughed to Sharon. I could not be more humiliated as they all waited expectantly.

As before, the first stroke was pretty tame but my aching tits welcomed it. He increased the force and my nipples felt like they would explode as they felt the impact of the whip. He changed his position and brought the whip up from below my tits and caught the underside of my boobs, and by now I was yelping like a puppy. He showed no signs of stopping, and he even walked behind me to fetch the whip over my shoulders and on to one breast at a time.

With tears running down my face at last he stopped. I couldn’t move and my whole body seemed fixed in position. Gradually I looked down at my boobs and they were covered in bright red blotches, and even this sight gave me a thrill as I realised I had been thrashed for my own pleasure and my tormentor’s amusement. Sharon gave me a drink and the atmosphere was a little tense as I think Greg may have thought he had gone too far especially as my boobs began to get even redder. I had an urge to go and kiss him and tell him how fantastic it had been but I still wanted more and I was determined not to break the spell of being under his control. I winced as Sharon brushed her hands over my boobs, and she said how she couldn’t believe the whip marks on me.

I stood up and with my hands behind my back, I walked up to where Greg and James were sitting. I stood straight with my legs apart and looked at Greg.

“Well if you want to see what’s between my legs you’ll have to do better than that,” and for the first time it was Greg’s turn to look surprised.

He soon regained his authority and once again I was over the chair, this time kneeling on the seat and reaching right down the back with my arms. He held my bikini again and taunted me saying was I looking forward to him taking them off me and I even sounded cheeky as I replied: “We’ll have to see.”

I could see Sharon’s face and she looked completely “gob smacked” and I couldn’t blame her. Greg was now holding a table tennis bat and without pause, he gave me the full ten in quick succession. I gave out a series of gasps and moans as the bat brought my attention away from my boobs and back to my bum.

“I quite like this,” he exclaimed and I was given another ten this time a bit harder.

I was taking quick breaths and shuffling on the chair. Greg took the liberty of giving my bum a good feel and the tormenting swine even gave me a few pinches. These really made me squeal and with a final smack to my bum, I was allowed up.

He asked Sharon to clear the things off the table now, as he wanted his “pretty bitch,” as he called me, on my back over it. The considerate soul gave me a cushion for my head as I lay on the table. I was embarrassed to have to pull my legs up to my chest and hold them with my hands behind my knees. He then pushed my knees apart and calmly looked down at me.

“I’m going to have you like this when these come off,” he grinned and again snapped the waistband of my bikini.

I gave a little tremble of shame as I realised how exposed I knew I would end up. He offered Sharon and James a seat at the table and they eagerly sat at each side of me. I couldn’t believe how close they all were to me as I saw Greg pick up a wooden spoon from the kitchen. He took a seat himself and began to stroke my bum with the spoon. Then he gave me a sharp smack with it; it was quite a nasty sting and much worse than I was anticipating.

“So you’re a stuck up bitch are you,” he taunted and with a few more slaps with the spoon, I was made to answer him.

“Have we brought you down a peg or two now?” he asked and again I was made to say “yes.”

Then the arrogant bastard actually made me thank him for showing them all what an obedient little girl he had made me. He made me say that I was not a grown woman but a naughty little girl who deserved to be thrashed as hard as they liked. Then he tapped my pussy with the damn spoon and slowly made me say how I was going to let him take my bikini bottoms off and show them all I had between my legs. He continued to give me some really hard slaps with the spoon all the time talking to me and making me repeat more humiliating things. I had to admit that my pussy was getting wet and how I was desperate to reach an orgasm, all the time Sharon and James looked on in amazement.

I knew the time had come and I took a deep breath to summon up the courage and said to Greg “Please will you strip me naked.”

A shiver ran through me as I spoke and Greg stood up only to put his arm behind my knees and pin me to the table. He delivered five smacks to each bum cheek in exactly the same spot and I yelled for him to please stop and strip me instead. He let me stand and then with everyone back on the sofa he told me it was not as easy as that and he was really going to make me beg properly. He picked up the ruler and bent it almost in two.

“When I have stripped you, I am going to have you back over the table and smack your pussy with this,” he said menacingly.

A stab of absolute humiliation shook my body as I pictured the scene.

“Please you can’t,” I sobbed and he just laughed that he could whatever he liked and he was going to prove it.

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