Every thirty seconds, the whip would fly. Melissa spun around on the chain, giving the priest a new target for the whip with each revolution. Melissa ...creamed pitifully, almost unable to breath. The whip wrapped around her back as she spun slowly, and the tail made it's mark across her young breast, cutting her ariola and nipple. The bullwhip flew again, cutting her stomach, her navel, her legs, calves, ribs. Melissa had received 40 strokes already, in only 20 minutes. Then the unthinkable. As You scan through the final one, You glance up with a slight smile. “It’s almost a shame that you’ve done so well My little slut. I was looking forward to giving you a taste of this,” You pick up a wooden ruler from Your desk and twirl it in Your fingers. My pulse quickens at the sight of it, but I only smile slightly back at You, wondering if You will now look extra hard for any errors. You place the sheet down on the desk, and look at me again. “Stand up slave.” Obediently. Patty unrolled her towel and pulled out a hot dog left over from dinner. "We'll save this for the test," she said. Megan picked up her bag and pulled something out of it. When she turned around, I could see she had a small cucumber in her hand. "I brought this'" she giggled, "and this." She reached back into her bag and pulled a small vibrator out. "I swiped this from my sister's room," Megan said. "She won't be back until Monday, so she won't miss it. Megan twisted the bottom of the vibrator. In fall of 2015 I got serious and started my quest to become a good sub bottomboi. I was fucked a few times by Black, Latino, Asian and Native American guys and luckily was fucked by a couple of guys who really knew how to fuck. I didn’t get hooked on phonics but instead got hooked on being fucked. Then in early March while in DC for a conference I got a chance to be fucked a few more times by Black guys with big dicks. I was getting better, but just didn’t like getting fucked, actually I LOVED.