Chapter 32

We didn’t have to wait long to find out, but the effect was not what I expected and feared it would be. Tom backed up a couple of steps and started swinging the whip back and forth horizontally. His motion was very steady and consistent, moving only his wrist and flicking the whip back and forth so it passed within a few inches of Julie’s body without touching her. Unlike the initial crack, the whip made only soft popping sounds as it moved by her.

Tom slowly inched forward until the end of the whip was just grazing Julie’s ass. She didn’t react at all at first, but then I saw two things happen: faint pink streaks started to appear on her pale butt cheeks and her hips started swaying gently from side to side. I was fascinated by the way Tom was bringing Julie to a slow boil; he was pausing periodically to sensually slide the whip across her shoulders, caress her back and breasts, and whisper into her ear. I was so engrossed in the scene that I hadn’t noticed a small crowd of about a dozen people was now watching the erotic display play out with us.

Daddy reached over my shoulder and started lightly caressing my upper arm, his fingers brushing against my breast through my top. He moved his other hand to my thigh and began slowly sliding my skirt up. Julie’s body movements told me that she was thoroughly aroused, and I felt the heat and moisture begin to build between my legs as I watched the sensual display taking place in front of me. While I continued taking in everything that was going on, Daddy was loosening my halter top, which gave him more access to my body. Then his hand moved higher between my legs and he gently rubbed my pussy through my little thong.

“You’re turned on, aren’t you, honey?” he said smoothly.

“Yes,” I replied shyly.

He smiled. “Do you want to experience that?”

I looked around again at the small crowd that was watching the spectacle with us. “Yes, Daddy, I do.” The very thought of being publicly whipped by a stranger scared me, but I was so turned on that my need outweighed my fear.

“Okay,” he said simply, obviously pleased with my decision of consent.

Tom continued sensually whipping Julie; her face was flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow. Her hair was disheveled and there was a light coat of sweat that covered her body. Tom suddenly lowered the single-tailed whip and approached her again. He whispered something, and she nodded her head emphatically. He reached inside her thong and caressed her pussy and clit, and she exploded in a wailing orgasm. I shivered when I saw and heard her climax, and Daddy slid one hand inside my top to squeeze and rub my erect nipples while moving his other hand inside my thong under my skirt. I squirmed and started to pant as Daddy’s fingers pushed me to the edge. Then he suddenly rubbed my clit, and after a few seconds I released too.

When I opened my eyes, I blushed when I noticed that there were as many eyes on me and my father as on Tom and Julie. Tom reached into his second duffel and removed another flannel blanket. He wrapped the blanket around Julie’s shoulders and then unbuckled her cuffs. He put an arm around her waist and half-guided, half-carried her to the blanket on the floor; he sat her down and got her a bottle of water from his duffel. I wish Daddy had a similar blanket or something, I thought as the adrenaline rush of my orgasm bled away and a slight chill came over me.

I turned and looked at my father. “May I talk to her?”

“Of course,” my father replied, so I stood up and walked over to where Julie was sitting. She invited me to join her and share her blanket, and I thanked her and sat down next to her so I could pull part of the blanket over me.

“That was so amazing,” I gushed. “It looked like you really enjoyed that.”

A little smile broke over her face. “I loved it. Tom has several singletails, and they are my favorite of all his toys.”

“I really want to experience that,” I admitted sheepishly.

“I’m sure Tom will be happy to oblige you.”

We continued to talk while Tom and my father stood a few feet away. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I was pretty sure that, among other things, he was telling Tom that I wanted to be whipped. After a few minutes, the men came over to where we were sitting and squatted next to us. Tom kissed Julie and caressed her hair, and she returned his kiss ardently. Daddy was less aggressive, but he touched my cheek, turned my face up to his, and kissed me lightly, and I responded happily and enthusiastically. When the men had broken off their kisses, Tom spoke to me.

“Well, Kenna, your Dominant tells me you want to experience the singletail.”

“Yes, Sir, I do,” I said meekly.

“Okay, let me explain a few things about it, and then I’ll give you that opportunity.” He reached over and picked up the whip.