Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2010 19:18:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Lisa Smith <lappinglisa@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Was Conditioned To The Pain

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I Was Conditioned To The Pain

By Enigma1

I was a little girl, about six.  My mommy and daddy split up and I ended up
with my grandmother.  She was old fashioned, uneducated, from Tennessee and
ran a boarding house for the guys who worked in the shipyard.  I was the
only kid in a house with adults, my grandmaw and grandpaw and the boarders.
They were all different, some shy, some friendly and some not.  Most of
them didn't know how to handle a little first grader living among them.

I had no brothers or sisters or any other family around me so I took what
happened to me as normal.  The row house was deep and thin.  The large
bedroom in the front, the living room and the kitchen and or course a big
front and back porch.  I had a bedroom on the second floor, in the back.
The really big bedroom in the front had four single beds where the boarders
slept.  So, I did not think it was weird when I woke up in the middle of
the night and seeing one of the boarders standing in my doorway jacking
off, looking at me or my grandmaw snuggling up with me on the couch, after
everyone was asleep and her feeling me or me suckling on her huge flabby
tits.

But, the thing I most remember was my "switchins".  Being switched or
whipped with a long switch, flyswatter or thin branch from a near by bush.
My grammy always dressed me like a girly girl.  She never had a girl so I
was always in little girl frilly dresses, lacy panties with white socks and
Mary janes.  My favorites were the black patent leather.

If I was bad, I got a switchin.  I had to go get one for her.  If it was
not thick enough I had to go get another one.  It didn't matter if there
were people around or not, I got whipped on my bare bottom no matter what.
When I was about seven I remember going to my room and feeling my burning
butt with the palm of my hand and in some weird way finding it exciting.
Excited in the only way a little girl could think of it.  I was not mature
enough to realize that it had a sexual connotation.

My being so young and cute brought out the perv in all the people around
me.  And since my own grandmother took great pleasure in feeling me and
having me do things to her, she was the last one to step in and say
something was wrong.  By the time I was eight, I was going down on my
grandma's black bushed cunt and sucking off the boarders.  Of course weeks,
months and years passed as these things gradually took place.  But, again,
it was the switchins I got that left the most permanent impression on me.

It was when I was eleven that it became clearer.  I had always loved the
aftermath of my whippins, but it was then that I actually felt my pussy
begin to get wet when she did it.  My grammy rubbing me taught me to rub
myself thinking of the whippins.  When I was twelve I had my first period
and everything changed.  I could no longer contain my moans while I was
being whipped and this was not lost on my grandmother.  "Do you like what
grandmaw is doing to you honey", she would ask in a throaty voice.  My
whippins became more frequent.  She began to finger me while she whipped me
and once she got so into it that she took my cherry.  It hurt but she did
not stop and I actually had my first orgasm.

(there will be a more detailed version of this story available soon, I'd
love to hear which my readers prefer, or email me and I will send you the
longer version or add me to you YIM and I'll tell you there.  Now, imagine
that.  You and I talking personally and me giving you all the juicy
details, lol)

Jump forward to my freshman year at state college.  My first real time away
from home in my life.  My long, loving relationship with my grandmother was
foremost in my decision to major in Women's Studies.  Of course, almost all
the students in Women's Studies were women.  Two recruited me to attend the
Lesbian's Union meeting afterwards.  I was curious, so I went.  Even though
I had the upbringing I had, I was still very naive about sexual
orientation.

When I was at the meeting I met some all out lesbians and some bi sexual
girls.  Some of the bi's told me about LTG.  I had never heard of it.  They
said it meant Lesbian Till Graduation.  That way they didn't have to worry
about boys and all their drama and could concentrate on the schoolwork and
activities.  I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box but this sounded like a
good idea to me.  I asked them how they arranged this and they told me the
president of the union would fix it up for me if I didn't already have a
girl in mind.  "Where do I sign", I laughed.

I met Jenny later that day as we were moving into the dorm.  All freshman
have to live in the dorms during their freshman year.  Jenny was very nice
and sweet as can be, but she never put the moves on me and I was so nervous
I couldn't get up the courage.  I could see and hear her masturbating at
night.  So, I started to rub myself thinking of my grandmother's whippins.
I even caught her peeing on herself in the bathtub one night.  So, I knew
she was very sexual and kinky and she never went out with boys.  I simply
had to do something.  My rear needed a beating.

I didn't realize I could not have been in a better place.

One day I simply asked Jenny if she didn't find me attractive (I had tried
walking around nude).

"yeah, I find you attractive", she answered without looking up.

"Well, what's the deal? " I asked like a little girl wanting a cookie.

"you have to beg", Jenny said without emotion.

"Beg?"

"Yeah, beg.  Beg me and maybe I'll consider it.

I had always thought that I'd been roomed up with another bi girl, a LTG.
But, in fact Jenny was a hard core lesbian and not only a lesbian but one
who was into domination and submission.

We talked for a while and she had me tell her my fantasies and my biggest
turn ons, but when I came to the spankings, her eyes really lit up.  The
bottom line was that if I wanted what I needed I was going to have to be
her total slave.  I would do sexually, what she wanted when she wanted it
and take care of all the housework.  As I was mulling it over she was
running a belt over my ass and up my back and between my legs and smiling a
very evil smile.  I was actually breathing heavy as I finally nodded my
head yes.

That was a night I will never forget.  She started out by having get naked
and get on my knees beside her bed.  She dangled her feet off the edge and
sternly ordered me to clean her feet with my tongue while calling me the
most disgusting names that she could think of.

"You're a disgusting little country hick of a slut aren't you Lisa?  Just
another incest loving (I had told her about my grandmother) slave who needs
to have someone run her life and control her.  Tell me, it's true.  Isn't
it?" she purred.

Yes, yes, yes was all I could mumble as I sucked on Jenny's big toe, licked
between her toes, and they were not clean I'll tell you and they even
smelled.  She then ordered me to pull off her panties with my teeth and as
I did I could smell her steaming, furry cunt.  She must not have showered
today.  When I got the panties down, I was ordered to lick up the inside of
her legs.  When I got to her bush (by the way, since I've been at college,
I keep mine waxed), which was indeed ripe.  I could hear her giggle and
strongly suggest that I dive in.  My nose went in first and simply just
breathed in.  Oh, my gosh, she smelled so, so, so good.  My grandma's furry
bush was always dirty like this so it was what I was used to.  My nose was
pushing against her clit and my tongue was burrowing in, tasting her unique
flavor, one I'll never ever forget.  Now it was Jenny's turn to moan.

I was getting into now as I lifted her hips and sucking her labs and then
her clit.  Putting my whole mouth over her pussy and sucking while making
my tongue flat and running it over and over her clit.

She pulled me up to kiss me after she had filled my mouth with her honey
and letting out a mind numbing orgasm.  She sucked my cum coated tongue so
hard I thought she was going to suck it out of my head.

She said, "Slave, I have to pee".

"So, go to the bathroom" I replied.

"No, silly.  You're my toilet now.  Get a towel", she insisted.

I did and told me to lay on it.  She squatted over my face and lowered her
muff to my mouth.  She said, ` squeeze my thighs when you have to swallow".
And, then she cut lose.  Oh, my gosh.  My mouth was flooded with hot piss.
I was surprised by not repulsed.

"Don't leave any slut", she whispered as I licked up the little droplets
that clung to her springy pubic hair.

The rest of the night we discussed my role of a slave and just exactly how
my life would change. And, of course when she was finish telling me she
gave me a wonderful whipping.  I went to sleep so satisfied.

To be continued......