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