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"When will we be there? I'm so bored!" I knew that bothering him while he was driving wasn't a smart move, but it felt like we had been driving forever.

"One more time, young lady. That's all its going to take for you to regret opening your mouth." Pete replied sternly.

I decided maybe he was right. After all, he did come up with some pretty nasty punishments when he was cranky and tired. I sat back with my music player and tried to make the time go by faster. Try as I might, I just couldn't sit still. Maybe if I could get him entertained he wouldn't be in such a foul mood.

"Baby, you look tired. Let's make this trip a little more exciting..." I trailed off as I started to reach for his belt buckle. Maybe a blowjob would make him a little less irritated.

"What do you think you're doing?" he roared. "This is neither the time nor place!"

I knew I had gone too far as I felt the car slow down suddenly. Pete was pulling off the interstate next to a wooded area. I thought I might buy some mercy by suddenly being perfect, but Pete wasn't about to buy my act. After the car was safely on the shoulder, Pete got out of the car and opened the trunk. I heard him moving about, but I didn't recall us putting anything in the trunk. Maybe he was just going to get a drink. Suddenly, he appeared at the passenger side door with a red book bag. "Get out of the car and bring your coat, " he said gruffly.

Surely he doesn't plan to punish me here, on the side of the road! Everyone can see! It would be sure to draw some people coming over to check on me, and Pete, as a lawyer, knew that our jobs (I'm a teacher) would not be very secure if we were seen engaging in odd activities on the side of the road. "I said get out of the car!" Pete yelled at me. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the trees and bushes next to the interstate. The gravel and sticks hurt my feet as I stumbled after him.

"I warned you about doing stupid things while I was driving!" Pete said coolly. "I guess its going to take an attitude adjustment for us to get there peacefully!" I sucked in the hot summer air and tried to look pitiful. "Take off your clothes and don't say a word" Pete said as he began rooting through the book bag. I slowly took off my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a tree stump. I tried to see the car, but we were too deep in the woods. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear a dog barking. When I looked over a Pete, I knew that I wasn't going to be happy for the rest of the trip.

"I believe its time you experienced what real punishment is all about." Pete's eyes were scanning my body as my nipples hardened in the hot summer air. Pete and I have been dabbling in play punishment for a few months, but we've never had to go farther than a hard spanking here or there..mostly for back talking him. "I'll even let you help decide the punishment" Pete laughed wickedly as he handed me 2 six sided dice. I looked at him confused. "Roll them" he said.

As I rolled the dice, I looked at the implements that Pete had assembled. There was a leather belt, our new flogger, a nasty looking paddle, and a couple of clothespins. I had experienced all those at some point but never all together! "I got a 2 and a 5" I told him.

"Excellent" he replied. "We're going to multiply them together and that is how many strokes you are going to get on that particular body part. I like to call this the 'Total Body Punishment' because most of your body is involved. You will receive punishment to your feet, thighs and ass, stomach, breasts, and best of all, your cunt." Pete knew how I hated being whipped on my pussy. "We'll work from the feet up...but first we need to prepare those beautiful nipples of yours with some clothespins." As Pete spoke, he was crushing my sensitive nipples with the obviously new clothespins. I gasped sharply as they bit me.

"Since we're starting with the feet, I need to you lay on your stomach with your feet in the air." Pete was picking up the belt and winding it around his hand. My stomach was beginning to feel queasy. "You will ask for every stroke and thank me. If I don't hear it, I'll assume you didn't feel it and we'll repeat it." I knew this wasn't going to make the rest of the ride very comfortable. "You may begin." he laughed.

"Please, sir, hit my foot with your belt." I asked meekly. I heard the belt swish through the air and crack on my soles. I stifled a scream. "One, sir, thank you. May I have another?" Once again, the belt slammed into my foot. "Two, sir, thank you. May I have another?" After 10 strokes, I wondered how on Earth I was going to walk back to the car barefoot.

"Excellent, bitch" Pete exclaimed when my feet were done. "Its time to continue on to your thighs and ass. Roll the dice!" I rolled a six and a two...twelve. I took a deep breath. "Twelve, sir" I informed Pete as he picked up the paddle. "Get up and assume the position" Pete growled. I stood and brushed myself off, then grabbed my ankles. "Sir, please punish my ass with your paddle," I cried.

"As you wish!" Pete replied as he took a swing directly in the center of my tush. I held in my scream. It felt more like a baseball bat than a paddle." "One, sir, thank you. May I please have another?" I breathed slowly. "Certainly!" Pete smiled as he prepared for impact. Twelve strokes on my ass and upper thighs. While it wasn't many strokes- I have had much more- it was the force of the strokes and the lack of a warm up. I just prayed I wouldn't have blisters from the holes in the paddle. When my twelve were finished, I could tell Pete was getting hard...and the punishment was not even half over yet!

I rolled the dice. One and six...not bad this time. I informed Pete as he was picking up the flogger. I could tell he was disappointed, but I was not! "I guess I should add a die next time," he said. "Stand with your feet apart and your hands clasped behind your head, slut." I could see the bulge in the front of Pete's pants. I began the ritual "Please, sir, flog me on my stomach." Pete took a large upswing and hit me as hard as he could. I doubled over, suddenly unable to breathe. "Remain in position!" Pete yelled. "Guess that one doesn't count!"

Tearfully, I resumed position. "Please, sir, flog me on my stomach." I could barely get the words out. This time, I did not miss the count, but instead squeaked out "One sir, please give me another." After my four counted strokes were completed, my belly was blotchy and sore. Then, I remembered my breasts were next.

Pete loves to punish my breasts because they respond so much to his touch. Aside from my cunt, my breasts are my least favorite place to get punished because they are so tender. Pete grabbed me and pulled me over. "While I prepare the next implement, I want you to remember what clothespins are for," he said sneakily. He took off the clothes pins, and I could see my flattened nipples. Pete rolled them around in his hands while I tried to contain the pain, then he re clipped the clothespins on in the opposite direction on the very tip. My nipples were white hot with pain. "Keep those hands on your head!" Pete said as he began walking away.

When Pete came back moments later, he had a long, thin tree branch in his hands. "I thought you might enjoy some nature coming back with us" he giggled as he shaped the tip of the branch. He tested it a few times with a couple of practice swings. When he felt he had edited the branch enough, he came over me. "Roll the dice"

My hands shook as I rolled the dice. Five and four. I sadly reported my number to Pete as he laughed and unclasped the clothespins. "Please, sir, hit my breasts with your limb." I heard the whip cut through the air and land directly on my right nipple. I screamed "Thank you sir, that was one. Please...another!" as the pain radiated through my body. The next few aims were not as evil, but numbers 13 through 15 were direct nipple hits. I wasn't sure if my legs would hold up until number 20. When it was all over, tears were streaming freely down my face. Pete gave me a few seconds to collect myself.

"Because your last whipping was so hard, I'll give you a choice," Pete told me. "Roll the dice." I was crying as I rolled a 15. "You can either take all 15 directly on your pussy with any implement you choose...or you can take 5 strokes of the tree whip on each of your punished parts, plus 5 on your pussy." I could see the gleam in Pete's eye as he waited for my answer. "You have five seconds to decide...or I'll start adding strokes." I knew I could not stand 15 strokes of ANYTHING on my pussy, because if I knew Pete, I knew all 15 would be clit hits. I decided to go with the spread out punishment right as my five seconds were up.

"I figured you'd choose that," Pete smiled deviously. "You know I'm still going to make it worth my while! The only strokes you have to count are the pussy strokes. Get in position for your 5 on feet." As I lay down on the ground, the floor of the woods wreaked havoc on my already painful stomach. I put my feet in the air and barely had time to breathe as Pete laid 5 of the strongest strokes yet on my feet all in succession. I screamed. "Quickly, assume position!" I struggled to jump up and grab my ankles. Just as quickly as before, Pete laid 5 strokes down my ass and thighs. I didn't even have the energy to scream anymore. "Hurry it up! Time for stomach!" When those 5 were completed, Pete smiled. "Just a little more, baby...then we can have a nice quiet ride." I didn't even have the energy to glare at him as he laid 3 strokes on each nipple. "That was 6!" I cried. "I didn't want it to feel left out!" he replied. "Lay on the ground with your legs apart."

"Its almost over..." I told myself as I got down on the ground. Pain was flooding my entire body. Maybe the pain from everywhere else would help cover up the pain soon to be in my pussy. Pete got down on the ground, spread my pussy lips apart and kissed my clit. "Sorry, little buddy. This is going to hurt." I gasped "Please, sir, punish my pussy!" and Pete cracked his little whip directly on my clit. I clamped my legs together and managed to squeeze out "Thanks, one, again!" Pete smacked my butt to remind me open my legs and hit again. How did he get such painful accuracy while still hitting so hard? "Thanks, two, oh God...again..." The rest of my strokes finished out in a haze of pain.

Pete pulled me off the ground, collected his "tools" and put them up. Then, he put my clothes in the bag as well. "What am I going to wear to the car?" I asked when I had caught my breath. "Wear your coat. But wear it backwards. You'll be taking it off in the car," he replied. We walked back to the car, and I stood by the door waiting for Pete to unlock it. "I have one more present for you, honey!" he smiled as he brought a black mat to my door. "You're going to sit on this on the way back!" The mat was the door mat to our back door, where Pete wipes his feet before he comes in the house. It has prickly black plastic spikes all over it to aid in cleaning the shoes. I began to cry quietly as Pete opened my door and placed it on my seat. It covered the the entire seat and went down my legs some. I got in the car and pulled the coat around to cover just my front. Pete got in the driver's side and looked at me approvingly. "Well, I must say...we added on some time, but I think the rest of the ride should go quite smoothly!" I just gazed out the window and did not reply. Now was not the time to ask how much longer we had.

"When will we be there? I'm so bored!" I knew that bothering him while he was driving wasn't a smart move, but it felt like we had been driving forever.

"One more time, young lady. That's all its going to take for you to regret opening your mouth." Pete replied sternly.

I decided maybe he was right. After all, he did come up with some pretty nasty punishments when he was cranky and tired. I sat back with my music player and tried to make the time go by faster. Try as I might, I just couldn't sit still. Maybe if I could get him entertained he wouldn't be in such a foul mood.

"Baby, you look tired. Let's make this trip a little more exciting..." I trailed off as I started to reach for his belt buckle. Maybe a blowjob would make him a little less irritated.

"What do you think you're doing?" he roared. "This is neither the time nor place!"

I knew I had gone too far as I felt the car slow down suddenly. Pete was pulling off the interstate next to a wooded area. I thought I might buy some mercy by suddenly being perfect, but Pete wasn't about to buy my act. After the car was safely on the shoulder, Pete got out of the car and opened the trunk. I heard him moving about, but I didn't recall us putting anything in the trunk. Maybe he was just going to get a drink. Suddenly, he appeared at the passenger side door with a red book bag. "Get out of the car and bring your coat, " he said gruffly.

Surely he doesn't plan to punish me here, on the side of the road! Everyone can see! It would be sure to draw some people coming over to check on me, and Pete, as a lawyer, knew that our jobs (I'm a teacher) would not be very secure if we were seen engaging in odd activities on the side of the road. "I said get out of the car!" Pete yelled at me. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the trees and bushes next to the interstate. The gravel and sticks hurt my feet as I stumbled after him.

"I warned you about doing stupid things while I was driving!" Pete said coolly. "I guess its going to take an attitude adjustment for us to get there peacefully!" I sucked in the hot summer air and tried to look pitiful. "Take off your clothes and don't say a word" Pete said as he began rooting through the book bag. I slowly took off my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a tree stump. I tried to see the car, but we were too deep in the woods. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear a dog barking. When I looked over a Pete, I knew that I wasn't going to be happy for the rest of the trip.

"I believe its time you experienced what real punishment is all about." Pete's eyes were scanning my body as my nipples hardened in the hot summer air. Pete and I have been dabbling in play punishment for a few months, but we've never had to go farther than a hard spanking here or there..mostly for back talking him. "I'll even let you help decide the punishment" Pete laughed wickedly as he handed me 2 six sided dice. I looked at him confused. "Roll them" he said.

As I rolled the dice, I looked at the implements that Pete had assembled. There was a leather belt, our new flogger, a nasty looking paddle, and a couple of clothespins. I had experienced all those at some point but never all together! "I got a 2 and a 5" I told him.

"Excellent" he replied. "We're going to multiply them together and that is how many strokes you are going to get on that particular body part. I like to call this the 'Total Body Punishment' because most of your body is involved. You will receive punishment to your feet, thighs and ass, stomach, breasts, and best of all, your cunt." Pete knew how I hated being whipped on my pussy. "We'll work from the feet up...but first we need to prepare those beautiful nipples of yours with some clothespins." As Pete spoke, he was crushing my sensitive nipples with the obviously new clothespins. I gasped sharply as they bit me.

"Since we're starting with the feet, I need to you lay on your stomach with your feet in the air." Pete was picking up the belt and winding it around his hand. My stomach was beginning to feel queasy. "You will ask for every stroke and thank me. If I don't hear it, I'll assume you didn't feel it and we'll repeat it." I knew this wasn't going to make the rest of the ride very comfortable. "You may begin." he laughed.

"Please, sir, hit my foot with your belt." I asked meekly. I heard the belt swish through the air and crack on my soles. I stifled a scream. "One, sir, thank you. May I have another?" Once again, the belt slammed into my foot. "Two, sir, thank you. May I have another?" After 10 strokes, I wondered how on Earth I was going to walk back to the car barefoot.

"Excellent, bitch" Pete exclaimed when my feet were done. "Its time to continue on to your thighs and ass. Roll the dice!" I rolled a six and a two...twelve. I took a deep breath. "Twelve, sir" I informed Pete as he picked up the paddle. "Get up and assume the position" Pete growled. I stood and brushed myself off, then grabbed my ankles. "Sir, please punish my ass with your paddle," I cried.

"As you wish!" Pete replied as he took a swing directly in the center of my tush. I held in my scream. It felt more like a baseball bat than a paddle." "One, sir, thank you. May I please have another?" I breathed slowly. "Certainly!" Pete smiled as he prepared for impact. Twelve strokes on my ass and upper thighs. While it wasn't many strokes- I have had much more- it was the force of the strokes and the lack of a warm up. I just prayed I wouldn't have blisters from the holes in the paddle. When my twelve were finished, I could tell Pete was getting hard...and the punishment was not even half over yet!

I rolled the dice. One and six...not bad this time. I informed Pete as he was picking up the flogger. I could tell he was disappointed, but I was not! "I guess I should add a die next time," he said. "Stand with your feet apart and your hands clasped behind your head, slut." I could see the bulge in the front of Pete's pants. I began the ritual "Please, sir, flog me on my stomach." Pete took a large upswing and hit me as hard as he could. I doubled over, suddenly unable to breathe. "Remain in position!" Pete yelled. "Guess that one doesn't count!"

Tearfully, I resumed position. "Please, sir, flog me on my stomach." I could barely get the words out. This time, I did not miss the count, but instead squeaked out "One sir, please give me another." After my four counted strokes were completed, my belly was blotchy and sore. Then, I remembered my breasts were next.

Pete loves to punish my breasts because they respond so much to his touch. Aside from my cunt, my breasts are my least favorite place to get punished because they are so tender. Pete grabbed me and pulled me over. "While I prepare the next implement, I want you to remember what clothespins are for," he said sneakily. He took off the clothes pins, and I could see my flattened nipples. Pete rolled them around in his hands while I tried to contain the pain, then he re clipped the clothespins on in the opposite direction on the very tip. My nipples were white hot with pain. "Keep those hands on your head!" Pete said as he began walking away.

When Pete came back moments later, he had a long, thin tree branch in his hands. "I thought you might enjoy some nature coming back with us" he giggled as he shaped the tip of the branch. He tested it a few times with a couple of practice swings. When he felt he had edited the branch enough, he came over me. "Roll the dice"

My hands shook as I rolled the dice. Five and four. I sadly reported my number to Pete as he laughed and unclasped the clothespins. "Please, sir, hit my breasts with your limb." I heard the whip cut through the air and land directly on my right nipple. I screamed "Thank you sir, that was one. Please...another!" as the pain radiated through my body. The next few aims were not as evil, but numbers 13 through 15 were direct nipple hits. I wasn't sure if my legs would hold up until number 20. When it was all over, tears were streaming freely down my face. Pete gave me a few seconds to collect myself.

"Because your last whipping was so hard, I'll give you a choice," Pete told me. "Roll the dice." I was crying as I rolled a 15. "You can either take all 15 directly on your pussy with any implement you choose...or you can take 5 strokes of the tree whip on each of your punished parts, plus 5 on your pussy." I could see the gleam in Pete's eye as he waited for my answer. "You have five seconds to decide...or I'll start adding strokes." I knew I could not stand 15 strokes of ANYTHING on my pussy, because if I knew Pete, I knew all 15 would be clit hits. I decided to go with the spread out punishment right as my five seconds were up.

"I figured you'd choose that," Pete smiled deviously. "You know I'm still going to make it worth my while! The only strokes you have to count are the pussy strokes. Get in position for your 5 on feet." As I lay down on the ground, the floor of the woods wreaked havoc on my already painful stomach. I put my feet in the air and barely had time to breathe as Pete laid 5 of the strongest strokes yet on my feet all in succession. I screamed. "Quickly, assume position!" I struggled to jump up and grab my ankles. Just as quickly as before, Pete laid 5 strokes down my ass and thighs. I didn't even have the energy to scream anymore. "Hurry it up! Time for stomach!" When those 5 were completed, Pete smiled. "Just a little more, baby...then we can have a nice quiet ride." I didn't even have the energy to glare at him as he laid 3 strokes on each nipple. "That was 6!" I cried. "I didn't want it to feel left out!" he replied. "Lay on the ground with your legs apart."

"Its almost over..." I told myself as I got down on the ground. Pain was flooding my entire body. Maybe the pain from everywhere else would help cover up the pain soon to be in my pussy. Pete got down on the ground, spread my pussy lips apart and kissed my clit. "Sorry, little buddy. This is going to hurt." I gasped "Please, sir, punish my pussy!" and Pete cracked his little whip directly on my clit. I clamped my legs together and managed to squeeze out "Thanks, one, again!" Pete smacked my butt to remind me open my legs and hit again. How did he get such painful accuracy while still hitting so hard? "Thanks, two, oh God...again..." The rest of my strokes finished out in a haze of pain.

Pete pulled me off the ground, collected his "tools" and put them up. Then, he put my clothes in the bag as well. "What am I going to wear to the car?" I asked when I had caught my breath. "Wear your coat. But wear it backwards. You'll be taking it off in the car," he replied. We walked back to the car, and I stood by the door waiting for Pete to unlock it. "I have one more present for you, honey!" he smiled as he brought a black mat to my door. "You're going to sit on this on the way back!" The mat was the door mat to our back door, where Pete wipes his feet before he comes in the house. It has prickly black plastic spikes all over it to aid in cleaning the shoes. I began to cry quietly as Pete opened my door and placed it on my seat. It covered the the entire seat and went down my legs some. I got in the car and pulled the coat around to cover just my front. Pete got in the driver's side and looked at me approvingly. "Well, I must say...we added on some time, but I think the rest of the ride should go quite smoothly!" I just gazed out the window and did not reply. Now was not the time to ask how much longer we had.

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Frank looked up from repairing the corral gate at the sounds of horses and a buckboard clattering into the yard. He put down his tools and walked over to help Jake out of the buckboard. Even though he had healed up enough to walk, Jake would never be able to ride a horse again. There was just too much damage to his leg muscle mass. Jake struggled to dismount from the buckboard. He was simply too tired, and in too much pain, to manage without help. He was destined to suffer pain in his bad...

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