Chris smiled as he surmised that Carol had no idea what the strap was for. Turning to Susan he said, "Explain to Carol the purpose of the strap Susan," Chris instructed. After all that she had been through, Susan still was able to blush scarlet as she gulped with the order. It was one thing to be naked and have your bottom spanked in front of another person. That was horrible enough, but to have to describe what you are going to receive, the discipline that is meted out, well that was really hard, but she did her best. Not able to look Carol directly in the eyes, she said, "This strap is for having one's titties spanked," she choked out. Carol's eyes widen in disbelief. Chris said to Susan, "one's?" And Susan quickly corrected herself, "my titties." "Titties, you mean you're going to strap her boobies," Carol said half excitedly and half fearfully. "Carol you've so much to learn if you are going to be a disciplinarian," Chris said, "No discipline session of a naughty girl is complete without a good tittie whipping, and as severe as it might sound to you these globes that you girls are endowed with, when administered correctly, can take a good blistering." Taking the strap from her hands, Chris continued, "Would you like to find out?" "Oh NO, NO," Carol yelled both hands instantly covering her large titties. "You're going to have to have your titties whipped someday if you really want to make another girls boobs dance, other wise you won't know how severe, severe can be," Chris said, "but I realize all this is new to you and so, we'll go easy and let Susan demonstrate." "Arms behind your back young lady," Chris told Susan. She did so, pushing her shoulders back, and straightening up so that her boobs rose on her chest. A second later the tip of the strap stung her left tittie just below the nipple. Susan let out an audible gasp. Chris reached forward and cupped her breast massaging the part that head been stung, he then stepped back and with his backhand he made her right tittie leap up, and then fall back down on her chest. Again, he massaged the stripe that was forming. Susan smiled inwardly with the knowledge of what was happening. Chris was an expert at this kind of discipline, and he was able to kiss her boobs and make it look and sound like he was in the midst of tearing them from her body. But, Susan realized that her punishment was over with the scalding of her bottom, that the tittie whipping and all that would come would be erotic discipline. Yes, it was sting, but it would be delivered slowly, with touching as well, and as her nether regions would already attest, she was getting wet from arousal. To the uninitiated novice, it appeared that Chris was giving Susan a good tittie whipping, but in reality he wasn't hitting her half as hard as he had previously. Susan knew that Carol had no idea, and so she decided to give her friend a show she wouldn't forget. Susan was a pretty good little actress herself. "OWWWIEEEE MY BOOBBBIEEESSS!!," Susan screamed, jumping up and down, hands grabbing madly at her delicious globes. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR TITS YOUNG LADY," Chris ordered, and Susan complied, bring her arms to the side, tensed, stretched, fingers wide in a gesture of anxiety. She bent her chest slightly forward, her luscious mounds of meat hanging. Chris fired off two good crackers that caught each mound and made them dance on Susan's body. "AAAAIEEEEEE," Susan screeched, "STOP STOP CHRIS, MY BOOBIES ARE ON FIRE, THEY BURN," she shrieked. Casting a glance over at Carol, Susan saw that her friend had spread her legs and her hand was frantically at work grabbing her twat as she enjoyed seeing Susan get her boobs tortured. Even the slightest of strokes would of necessity leave a pink swatch on such fair a complexion, and Susan's breasts were no exception, they were streaked with bright pink patches. Chris was quick about landing two more strokes, this time the tip of the strap catching the sensitive little meaty nipples. Susan howled, "OHHH SHITTTTT MY NIPPLES YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR THEM OFF," she wailed as her hands could no longer be silent, and they flew to her little buds and grabbed as they stung like crazy. Chris allowed Susan to bounce around crying about her boob spanking and massaging her tits unabashedly. He caught a glimpse of glistening between her legs and smiled to himself, "and the Academy Award goes to Susan," he mused.

As Susan calmed down, Carol made the statement, "Shit, Susan's tits must be raw, does it hurt much?" she asked Susan who was busy shamelessly rubbing her boobs. "It's like my boobs were laid in a searing hot frying pan," Susan replied smiling deep within. "But as you can see Carol," Chris said, taking hold of one of Susan's stiff little nipples, "There is no real damage done to Susan's beautiful melons.