“A cane! But I’ve never even been hit with so much as a feather duster!” I said. Coral’s eyes got terribly bright all of a sudden. Oh yes, I was a virgin for her, a virgin bottom. The two of them instructed me to take my clothes off, one piece at a time, and pose for them in a completely exploitative way. I bent over in my leather boots and fingered the stretch between my ass and my cunt. I ran the pearls between my legs. I insulted them gamely. “Enjoy yourselves now, you little shits, because I’m going to turn the tables twice as hard when this is over!” Finally I had nothing left on but my stockings, the corset, and my mother’s rhinestone necklace. Coral invited me to approach her as she pulled a small red-and-black leather whip from her hip pocket. “I’m going to hand you the handle, and if you return it to me, it means you accept my authority.”

I took my sweet time returning it to her. There is no one on earth I would let whip me except Coral. I trust her sensitivity and expertise, but I didn’t know how I would react to the pain.

Honey Lee knew what was on my mind. “Do it for me, Susie,” she said, and kissed my lips and hair. Then she put on her jacket. I started crying.

“You mean you aren’t going to stay?” I sobbed.

“No, but I’ll be close by,” she promised.

I could tell it was harder for her to leave this time, and I didn’t understand why.

Coral stretched me out belly down on her bed and fitted my wrists and ankles with thick fleece and leather restraints. They were chained and locked fast to eyebolts on the floor. I truly could not move. I felt myself flirting with panic. Although there were only the two of us now in the room, I felt more embarrassed than ever and buried my head in the sheets. I didn’t want to see what was coming.

Something coarse and thick swept over my back. It was a horse tail! Coral whisked it softly across my ass and then flicked it sharply on the same spot. It barely stung, but before I could let it register, another tender sweeping sensation floated over the same stinging spot. The tail felt completely different depending on how she stroked me.

“Look at what your next choices are,” Coral said. Sitting in front of my nose were five whips: one knotted, one thick with many strips, one riding crop, one strap, and one paddle board like Sister Teresa used on our fifth-grade class. I was a Goody Two-shoes and never felt that paddle on my butt. Now I had a perverse desire to get it. “I want to try all of them,” I said. “Just build up slowly to the meanest ones.”