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A WHIPPING This story was written in response to a request postod on the forum in early 2005. The request was for a story about a whipping where every stroke of the punishment was described. This is my attempt. Carol stood perfectly still in the centre of the room, apart from her naked body trembling slightly. Perhaps due to the slight chill in the air, perhaps due to her dread of the punishment to come. Carol was a slave, a sex slave. The room she was standing in was her master’s punishment room and she was standing, waiting for her master to come, waiting for him to give her the thrashing she had earned. Carol was just ten years old. A slim, pretty, petite thing with a tight, slightly tanned body and long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had walked to the punishment room by herself, that was part of the punishment. Being made to walk there alone, knowing the fate that awaited her, knowing that it was useless to try to escape it. There was no escape, no way out, nowhere to hide. When the master ordered you to the punishment room, all you could do was go there and wait. Buckled onto Carol’s wrists and ankles were leather cuffs, set with stout steel rings. Carol had buckled them on herself, that was the second part of the punishment. Taking the cuffs from the shelf and putting them on, knowing that they would be used to hang her, spread-eagled in mid air, whilst her master whipped her cruelly. The third part of the punishment was the waiting. Waiting in fear and dread for her master to arrive and begin the punishment, not knowing how long she would be waiting, not knowing how hard she would be punished. Carol knew the drill well, she had been punished before in this room, many children had. It’s walls echoed often to their screams. There was no door to the room, the better to let the screams of little girls and boys be heard in the rest of the house to put fear into the hearts of others. Carol tried to maintain her composure as she stood there, feet eighteen inches apart, hands clasped behind her back, head down. Occasionally a stifled sob escaped from her lips and a tear trickled down her cheek. How long had she been standing there? An hour? Two? It was all part of the head game her master played. Order a slave to the room and keep the slave waiting, trembling in fear. Carol heard a sound in the corridor outside, the unmistakable sound of bare feet on a wooden floor, footsteps coming her way! A figure appeared in the doorway and she knelt down, knees wide apart and leaned forwards until her chest was flat on the floor and her arms were spread out in front of her leaving her rump sticking up. Raised for punishment or rape at her master’s will! This was the total submission kneel demanded by her master whenever he first entered a room. The footsteps came close to her and she felt the tips of her master’s toes touch her shoulders. She kept her face to the floor, not daring to move! “Position “O”!” Her master commanded her in his deep voice. She pushed herself upwards, brought her knees closer together and adjusted her kneel so that her body was vertical from the knees upwards. This put her mouth at just the right height for her master’s cock! She finished the move by placing her hands behind her head and opening her mouth wide. Though her eyes were still cast down she could see that her master was naked, hands on hips and his long, thick cock was erect and inches from her face. He thrust his hips towards her face and the tip of his cock entered her mouth. Carol moved forwards and took more of the fat length into her until the tip touched the back of her throat. This was the oral kneel, another act of submission required by her master at certain times to remind slaves of their place. Carol moved her head backwards and forwards on the stiff pole, rolling her tongue around it. After several sucks her master leaned away from her until his cock slurped out of her mouth leaving a trail of saliva. She licked the moisture from it and kissed it on the tip. She was not meant to bring him off, not unless he told her to. This was a gesture to show his dominance over her. “Stand slave!” her master commanded. Carole obeyed, stood up and dropped her hands to her hips, her master moved forwards until his body touched hers, his big, stiff cock pressing against her belly. “Look up!” Carol obeyed and looked up at him. He was a handsome man in his late forties, fit and muscular. He wasn’t a bad man really, he cared very much for his slaves and they were well fed and well treated. But he did not tolerate failure of any kind and when he dealt out punishment he could be vicious! “Why are you here slave?” he asked her, a shudder ran through her body, now they were getting down to it and soon she would feel the kiss of the whip! “Please master,” She said, “This slave has displeased master, this slave is here to be punished” Despite all her efforts a single tear rolled out of one eye and trickled down her cheek. Her master put his hand on her face and wiped it, gently, away. “How have you displeased your master slave?” He asked her, stroking her face with one hand. His touch was a loving caress, many other masters would have had their fist tightly wound around a slave’s hair at this point, pulling and twisting! “This slave spilled wine master” She replied. He raised an eyebrow, “Expensive wine, master” She whispered as he continued to gaze at her, “And it ruined a tablecloth master”. Still he stared at her, “And I dropped and broke the decanter master!” “Turn around slave” He commanded and she obeyed. She was now facing the board on the wall from which many whips and straps were hanging. She felt her master’s cock pressing against her back as he move forwards, he reached down with both hands and stroked her chest, her little breasts had only just begun to grow, a mere swelling on either side of her chest. His fingers toyed with the tiny, gold rings which decorated her nipples. He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard! She grimaced at the pain but did not cry out, her master often tested his slave’s tolerance like this. He leaned down further and stroked his hands down her belly and over her silky, smooth mound until he found the little, gold ring that decorated her clitoral hood. He took hold of this and twisted it! Again she grimaced but remained silent. He whispered in her ear. “Bring me the snake slave!” Carol’s heart sank, the snake was the most vicious whip in the arsenal that hung on the wall in front of her. Four feet long and made of braided, rough leather with a fine slender tip. The main body of the whip could raise nasty welts which oozed blood, the tip could be used to inflict agonizing stings! She was in for a rough time! She walked up to the board, unhooked the whip, turned and walked back to her master. This was the fourth part of the punishment, the slave had to carry the chosen instrument of pain to the master and hand it to him, knowing that it would be used to inflict terrible pain upon the slave’s naked body! She walked up to her master and knelt before him, trembling. She brought the handle of the whip up to her mouth and kissed it. It was made of dark wood, carved to look like a large penis. She not only kissed it but licked it up and down, put it into her mouth and sucked it like the real thing. Then she lifted her arms and handed the terrible thing to her master. “Prepare!” He commanded as he took the whip from her shaking hands. Carole spread her legs apart and raised her arms out and over her head. Her master unhooked a chain from the wall and lowered a long, steel bar down to her. He clipped her wrist cuffs to this bar and then knelt down and clipped her ankles to coiled chains on the floor. Then he returned to the wall, took hold of the chain and pulled, hoisting the little girl clear of the floor until the floor chains tightened then he pulled some more, stretching her body as far as he could. Little Carol grunted at the discomfort as the cuffs started to bite into her wrists and ankles. Her master secured the chain to the wall and then returned to stand in front of her. Her head was now on a level with his. He placed one hand on her back and one on her chest then he stroked them both downwards until one hand cupped and squeezed her little buttocks one after the other. The fingers of the other hand stroked her slit up and dow n and fingered her little clit. Carol gasped and her sex became moist, she couldn’t help it, she was a fully trained sex slave! She couldn't stop herself from becoming wet if she tried! “Speak slave!” Commanded her master. This was the fifth part of the punishment, the last part before the whipping itself. The slave had to ask for punishment! Beg for it! “Please master” She whimpered, “This worthless slave has displeased her master, this worthless slaves begs to be punished hard for her failure!” Her master smiled at her. “Well said slave” he replied, “Your punishment will be one hundred strokes of the snake!” He walked behind her and she could hear him swishing the whip backwards and forwards to get the feel of it. ‘Oh God no!’ she thought. A hundred with the snake! She would never survive it! The swishing noise behind her stopped and there was silence. Her body hung there in mid air in an “X” shape, shaking with fear and from the strain on her limbs. Then she heard the whip whistling through the air! ---- CRACK! The sound of the whip biting into naked flesh echoed around the room as the first blow struck! Carol gasped and sucked in air, her body lurched forwards at the ferocity of the impact making her chains rattle! The blow had landed squarely across both buttocks, the tip of the whip curling around her body and snapping against her mound! Her face twisted into a grimace as burning pain crept into her backside! CRACK! A second blow landed an inch above the first and the tip of the whip stung her mound again! CRACK! The third blow landed an inch below the first and the tip snaked around her hips once more and snapped against the top of her slit, just above her clit ring! There was a moment’s pause as she hung there, shaking with pain, breath coming in little pants, Then she heard the hiss of the whip as it came towards her again! CRACK! It landed at the base of her bum, right in the crease under her buttocks and the tip lashed against the front of her left thigh! CRACK! The fifth blow landed in the same place but from the opposite direction and the tip stung the front of her right thigh! CRACK! The sixth blow landed just above her bum crease and this time the tip curled round her hips and was bang on target, snapping directly onto her clit ring! Carol let out a piercing scream as the whip struck and fire raged through her loins like a hornet was stabbing her! Her master walked around to her front. His right hand holding the whip, his left stroking her buttocks where the whip had landed, his fingers tracing the six, long, angry red welts that were raising up on her skin, little spots of blood just beginning to break the surface. He kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth to receive his tongue as his fingers found her slit again and probed her sex. Her body shuddered at his touch, her slit grew moist again and a longing burned in her for him to bury his cock in there! He stepped away from her and backed off a few feet, leaving her gasping and painting, her arse burning from the welts, her mound and clit sore from the stings. He drew back the whip and lashed out! SNAP! The very tip of the whip landed right on her left nipple, snapping on the nipple ring and hurting like Hell! She gasped and hissed and threw her head back! SNAP! Before she had even recovered, the eighth blow landed on her left nipple with equal ferocity! “Nnnnnffff” She groaned as pain flooded her sensitive, little aureola! CRACK! The full weight of the whip landed diagonally across her chest between her tiny breast buds, the tip licking over her shoulder and snapping against her spine! WHACK! The tenth blow landed the opposite way, neatly dividing her breasts with a cross, a pair of welts quickly raising to mark the spot! THRASH! A heavy, vicious blow raked across her ribs, under her nipples and left a trail of red. THWACK! An equally cruel lash struck her across the full width of her chest above her nipples! Each time the body of the whip landed, the tip would whistle around her body and strike her a stinging, secondary blow on another part of her body. Tears rolled down the cheeks of the little girl as waves of pain rolled over her! Tiny beads of sweat began to appear on her body, she could feel the first trickles of blood running over her buttocks now and down her legs. Her master stepped up to her again and traced his fingers along the fresh welts on her chest. He moistened his fingers with the sweat of her body and licked them clean, then he walked behind her again. He took hold of her pony tail and hooked it over her shoulder to expose her slender back. Leaning forwards he kissed her on the nape of her neck and then moved down her spine, kissing her several times until he reached the base. Then he licked up the length of her backbone and nuzzled her neck again. Carol’s body reacted as a sex slave’s should, her love juices were flowing down her legs now and her cunt ached to be fucked! Just as she was getting to grips with the desire burning in her sex, CRACK! The whip cut a slash across her back from the nape of her neck to the left armpit. WHACK! Another blow raked down her from right shoulder to left waist. THWACK! Another landed diagonally a few inches below these. Carol was sobbing now, her little chest heaving. She fought to stifle the urge to scream. THRASH! A strike from neck to right armpit crossed the others on her back. WHACK! A blow cut her from her left shoulder to her right waist, CRACK! The eighteenth stroke mirrored the others and left her young skin criss-crossed with angry weals which oozed blood! Her master stepped up to her and she felt his chest against her back as he nuzzled her neck again, then his hand stroked her sex, massaged her wet cunt lips and he pushed a finger into her moist quim! “Oh master!” she moaned, shaking her head from side to side as he finger fucked her wet hole. This was the worst torture of all! Her body was awash with pain yet her instincts forced her to become as horny as Hell when touched like this. Her body was tormented with conflicting feelings of pain and desire! Her master stepped away and walked around to face her, took aim with the whip and lashed out! ---- WHACK! The whip lashed across the front of Carol’s left thigh just above the knee, the tip swishing around her leg to sting her inner thigh! She clenched her fists and bucked in her restraints. THWACK! The whip struck her right thigh with the same effect! CRACK! A second strike raked her left thigh an inch above the first. CRACK! The same on her right thigh. Both of Carol’s thighs were starting to burn now, the stings from the tip of the whip on her inner thighs hurt like needles were sticking in her. Carol looked into the face of her master as he drew back his arm ready for the next strike, there was not a trace of malice on his face. The whip snaked towards her, she furrowed her brow and closed her eyes. WHACK! The blow was on her left thigh again, an inch above the last. THWACK! A third on her right thigh, again a little higher! She bit her lip as harsh pain crept through her flesh, each blow hurt more than the previous as the whip moved up her thighs and struck ever more sensitive skin! A thin sheen of sweat covered Carol’s body now and her breath came in short pants, her whole body was tense and trembling. Both from the strain of her limbs being stretched and her efforts to withstand the beating being inflicted on her slender form! THRASH! A fourth blow struck her left thigh and Carol grimaced at it’s impact. WHACK! A matching blow struck her right thigh. Her inner thighs were really starting to sting like blazes from the snapping tip of her master’s whip! ‘Oh God’ She thought to herself, ‘Please let me get through this and I swear I will never spill my master’s wine again!’ CRACK! A fifth blow raked her left thigh, very close to the top, this time the tip of the snake curled around and under her and snapped against her slit, making her scream out in pain! WHACK! A fifth blow on her right thigh and her tender little cunt was stung again by the tip! Again she shrieked out loud as her most sensitive area was tormented by the kiss of the whip! SLASH! A sixth blow struck the top of her left thigh, the whip curved around her leg and stung the thin crease under her buttock, the tip whipped through and under her slit, raking along it and the very tip of the lash cracked against her clit ring! “AIEEEEEE!” She wailed as intense agony assaulted her in several places at once! WHACK! A sixth and matching blow assaulted her right thigh and her clit ring suffered again! Tears streamed down little Carol’s reddened face as the terrible pain flooded her tortured skin. The little girl was crying now, crying like the savagely whipped child she was. There was a lengthy pause as her master waited for her sobbing to subside. Carol opened her eyes and looked at him. She watched as he drank from a bottle of water, his own, muscular body sweating from the effort of the flogging he was inflicting on his slave. She suddenly realized how terrible her own thirst was! Her master took another mouthful of water and stepped up to her. He kissed her and she opened her mouth instinctively to receive his tongue but it was the blessed relief of water that entered her mouth as her master passed it from his mouth into hers! “Th, thank you my master” She managed to say as he withdrew his lips from hers. He moved his mouth around to the side of her head and whispered in her ear. “Courage little slave” He said, “Your punishment is almost a third over and you are bearing it well!” He cupped her little buttocks and squeezed them, making her wince as the welts on her backside were irritated at his touch. He kissed her again, this time his tongue probing her mouth, then he kissed her jaw, then her throat! Then he licked down her young body and sucked at each of her sore nipples making her gasp in pain and pleasure! Down and down his tongue licked. Down over her belly, down over her sore mound until his mouth found her moist cunt and his tongue darted in and out of it. Lapping up the sex juices that flowed from her stimulation! “OH God master!” She groaned, as the feel of his tongue on her sex made her hornier than ever! “Please master” She begged, “Please fuck me now, please I beg you! Fuck me and then continue my punishment!” Her master pulled away from her and looked at her, looked at her sweating, shaking, tiny body. Looked at the rivulets of blood that ran down her torso and legs. Looked at the mottling all over her skin, the rash of her lust from his intimate kiss! He walked behind her, came up close to her and nuzzled her neck. “I will fuck you when I am damn good and ready slave!” He said. “Your punishment continues!” He stepped back a few feet. Raised the whip and struck out! CRACK! The whip struck the back of her right thigh above the knee and, again, the tip snapped against her inner thigh! WHACK! The next blow was on her left thigh with the tip hitting the more sensitive target again! THWACK! Again on her right thigh, a little higher! The impact of the blow sending up a fine mist of sweat and blood from the trickles that were running down her legs. THRASH! Another blow on her left thigh added to the pink fog! Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth now where she had bitten her lip in an effort to withstand the pain she was suffering! CRACK! A third blow raked higher up on her right thigh, the tip of the snake snapping on top of already existing stings making them hurt far more! WHACK! A blow in the same place across her left thigh. As before the blows were hurting far more as their target became more tender! There was a pause now and little Carol hung from her restraints panting furiously and sobbing. The most she had ever had before had been thirty lashes, but she had never had the snake before! She was in agony! Not only did every welt and weal hurt like Hell, but her salty sweat irritated the wounds even more as it trickled down her body! Apart from her sobs, the room was silent. She heard the swish of the whip behind her and tensed, but nothing happened! Her master did this to slaves sometimes, whipped them hard and then paused, letting them hang there in mid-air, wondering when the next strike would come, swishing the whip now and then to make the child flinch! It was all part of the punishment! Twice more Carol heard the whip rustle and tensed her little body but no blow came. Then CRACK! “AIEEEE! AHHHHAHAHAHA!” Screamed Carol, a ferocious blow slashed across her right upper thigh, the tip lashing against her inner thigh again with such force as to raise a thin welt of it’s own! WHACK! An equally hard blow landed on her left thigh again, again the tip raised a thin red welt, again Carol screamed at the intense pain! She could not hold out any longer, she was past her endurance point and the pain was too much for her. Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed and cried! “Oh God master, mercy, please no more, no more!” She begged! CRACK! Her body lurched forwards as another vicious blow struck the back of her right thigh, now high enough for the tip to swing between her legs and rake along her slit! She was screaming and wailing like a Banshee now! WHACK! An equally cruel blow landed on her left thigh and the tip found it’s target on her slit again! Behind her she could hear her master breathing hard, he had obviously put all of his strength into those blows, the agony burning in her upper thighs emphasized this and the flow of blood running freely down her legs was a testimony to it! She heard him shift position and take a deep breath. She tensed her body. CRACK!! Carol shrieked louder than ever. A harsh blow had raked straight across the crease under both of her buttocks and the evil tip had snapped against her clit ring again! WHACK! Before she had stopped screaming another blow in the same place but from the opposite direction did the same thing. Her body lurched and rattled her chains hard, the blows had landed on top of existing welts and hurt like the Devil himself was lashing her with a whip of fire! As she hung there crying, she heard the soft footsteps of her master as he approached her then felt his body against her back as he put his arms around her and tweaked her nipples! His touch was not harsh though, but caressing, his fingers slid down her torso as before, over her belly, over her aching mound and rubbed along her slit. Yet again, despite the pain her sex was suffering from the sting of the whip, she responded to his touch and his fingers became wet with her love juice! “P, please master” She whimpered, “This slave, b, begs you! Please, n, no more, I am sorry master, truly sorry, I swear I will be more careful in future! AIEEEEEEE!” This last scream was in response to her master taking hold of her clit ring and twisting hard! He nuzzled her neck again and whispered in her ear. “Your punishment will continue slave, you know that. Once I assign a punishment, it is carried out in full, you know that too! Now we will continue!” He walked around in front of her again, took up a position to one side, took aim with the cruel whip and lashed out! ---- THRASH! The body of the coarse whip landed heavily across Carol’s belly, knocking the wind out of her, the tip curling around and down to strike at the welts on her buttocks! “Oooofffff!” She gasped as the air was forced out of her lungs. Before she could recover, WHACK! Another blow, just as heavy landed and inch above the first. She forced herself to suck in air as, CRACK! A third blow landed just below the first! “Arrrrghh!” She grunted as the pain from the blows made itself felt and three, red stripes began to raise up on her skin! THRASH! A fourth blow landed just above the top most welt making her grunt again. Her face was twisted into a grimace as this new area of her body was assaulted and fresh tears streamed from her eyes. CRACK! A fifth blow landed lower down on her stomach, catching the top of her hip bones. THRASH! A sixth landed directly on top of that one! Now her belly hurt as badly as anywhere else and her backside was ablaze from the extra irritation caused to the welts there by that vile, stinging tip! Her master approached her again, she kept silent this time, silent but for her soft whimpering and sobbing as the excruciating pain became too much for her young body to bear. He stroked his fingers down her tear stained face and brought them to his lips, tasting the salty moisture. Then he kissed her gently on the lips and moved around to stand behind her, his hand rubbing softly along her belly, making her wince at his touch again. Once more she felt his face nuzzle her neck. “Halfway, little one” He said “Be strong for me and endure the rest” She nodded slightly and closed her eyes as he backed away from her. Being struck from behind was the worst. Never knowing where the whip would strike next! At least when he was in front of her she could guess where the whip would land and prepare herself a little. But when he was behind her, she had no idea where the whip would strike her and the tip was unpredictable anyway! For several moments she hung there in dread of the next blow, waiting for a sound. The padding of feet on the floor, a sudden intake of breath, a swish of the whip! Anything that would give her a clue as to when to expect the next strike. A couple of times she tensed as she sensed something, but it was her imagination. There was no real sound and no blow landed. THRASH! Taking her completely by surprise a harsh blow raked across her lower back, the tip of the whip snapping around her waist and striking her square on her navel! The sudden shock made her body quiver and jerk in her restraints. Once again, before she could even react to the blow, CRACK! A second lashed the small of her back just below the first and her belly button was stung again by that damnable tip! WHACK!! A third, heavy blow straked across her midriff and she squealed as the intense pain built up in her lower spine! There was another pause as she heard her master move behind her, crossing over to strike from the other side of her body. She had often witnessed other slaves being punished as severely as this, the punisher always moved frequently to ensure an even spread of strikes across the body! WHACK! The whip struck her across her lower back again, just above her buttocks and she screamed again as the tip struck her mound! THRASH! Another blow landed slightly above the last wrenching another shriek from her throat as the damned tip punished her mound again! CRACK! A further strike caught her across the length of her back below her ribs. Her master coiled the whip around his fist, walked up to her again and kissed her between her shoulder blades. Then he walked around to face her front again, dangled the whip and rustled it a few times, then took aim, ready to strike! As she hung there, panting for breath, a sheen of blood and sweat coating her body, she remembered the severe whippings she had seen previously. They were getting to the nasty part now. The usual, main target areas were almost covered. Once they were out of the way, the remaining blows of the allotted punishment would target the most sensitive parts of the body! She remembered the boy she had witnessed being cruelly whipped almost a year ago. She couldn’t remember the reason for his punishment but she remembered the last half of it, where the whip had danced on parts already whipped and the final stages where the most sensitive areas had been agonized by the tip of the snake, the nipples and genitals! The boy had screamed horribly as his penis had been lashed again and again by that damned, cruel, stinging tip! And all of this she was yet to endure, but first, there was one main area left to suffer the kiss of the whip! THRASH! The whip landed straight across the front of her hips just above her mound and the hateful snake tip whacked her across her buttocks! WHACK! A second blow struck her pelvis just above the first. THWACK! A third landed an inch higher! Carol was tiring now, she hadn’t the strength to scream anymore, all she could do was hang there and grunt and groan at each new impact. Her whole body was aching from the strain on her outstretched limbs and from the pain of her many wounds. CRACK! Another blow landed on her hips, a little higher than the others, WHACK! A fifth blow to her pelvis landed higher still! She heard her master take a deep breath and grunt loudly as he brought the whip in for a sixth time! THRASH! A powerful blow to her pelvis again jerked her body backwards! AAAARRRRGGHH! She screamed. The blow had been brutal and the pain terrible. As her master coiled the whip around his fist again, Carol’s head slumped forward. She was already exhausted. Sixty times the vicious whip had cut across her slender young body. Sixty times the wicked tip had stung her skin. It was almost like being struck by two whips at the same time, doubling the punishment. Her breathing was shallow now, she was dazed, almost in a faint. Her master approached her and held a small phial under her nose. The stink of the smelling salts jerked her awake and back to reality! “Can’t have you falling asleep during your punishment!” He said “Slaves must endure every single stroke of the whip!” He held a bottle of water to her lips and she drank eagerly, mumbling her thanks to him. Her master drank deeply himself as he walked around her suspended form and examined his handiwork. From neck to knees Carol’s body was streaked with angry, red welts. Thin rivulets of blood trickled down from them. Sweat mingled with the blood and covered her with a thin reddish film of moisture. She looked like something from a horror movie. But none of the welts were too deep. Her young skin would heal eventually, but for months to come, as she walked around the house naked, she would be a stark reminder to all slaves to do their best and please their master! Her master stepped behind her, and she heard the rustle of the whip as it uncurled from his fist. Now the worst part of the punishment would come. Further strikes across existing welts and then her nipples and sex would be the targets of the tip! ---- CRACK! Carol screamed loud as the whip raked across her burning buttocks and blood spattered! The tip curling around her side and stinging the welts on her pelvis. THRASH! A second blow sent blood flying as it slashed across her backside. WHACK! A third wrenched a blood curdling shriek from her as existing welts on her buttocks were galvanized into fresh agony! THWACK! A fourth, solid blow landed, raising a red mist. Carol was screeching continuously now and shaking her head violently from side to side. Her body shook and chains rattled as she bucked and twisted in her restraints. CRACK! A fifth blow tormented her blistered arse, each punishing blow sending the tip of the whip to sting the welts on her front. THRASH! A sixth had her buttocks quivering. Carol hung limply from the chains as her master approached her again. He stroked his fingers along the fresh welts making her wince and flinch. He cupped her bloodstained buttocks and squeezed, extracting a groan from her as her wounds were irritated. He stepped in front of her and put his hand under her chin and lifted her sagging head so that she looked up at him. “Two thirds done little one” He said. She gave an almost imperceptible nod as he wiped away her tears. He slid his hand down her front and fingered her slit again. Amazingly she still managed to moisten as he rubbed her. He removed his hand and walked behind her again. She heard him rustling the whip again and took a deep breath. CRACK! The whip struck her along the crease under both buttocks! Blinding agony assaulted her as the sensitive nerves were tortured by the whip! The evil tip snapped around her and whacked onto her clit ring! “AHHHHHHH! GOD!” She wailed as WHACK! A second blow struck her in the same place! THWACK! a third blow landed directly on top of the first two! Wave after wave of pain tormented her and she screamed and screamed as THRASH! A fourth blow hit her in the same area! Each time the tip struck her on her clit ring! This was one of the worst parts of a severe whipping. Having the buttock crease struck again and again. Carol was in absolute torment and cried constantly as CRACK! A fifth blow landed on top of the others! She heard her master shifting his stance behind her and tensed her body! THRASH! Another blow landed in the same spot! Her master appeared in front of her and stepped close. He put his arms around her and hugged her little body to his. His lips met hers and she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. His hands stroked her back up and down. She gasped as his touch irritated her wounds again. Their lips parted and he stepped away from her again, his chest and belly streaked with her blood. He licked some of the blood from her back off his fingertips and then he made ready to swing the whip again. This time he stood further away from her and made a few practice swings to one side. Instead of laying on with the body of the whip he would now use the tip only. Striking at her most sensitive parts! Carol watched in despair as her master cracked the whip several times in mid-air, getting the feel for this change of technique then he turned to face her again and took aim! He lashed out and brought the tip of the whip slashing upwards! SNAP! It landed along the full length of her moist slit! Carol’s head jerked backwards and her screams began again! WHAP! The second blow landed on her left outer labia. THWIT! The third blow landed on the right. As Carol wriggled and shrieked in torment her master approached her, knelt down and examined her. This part of the punishment was delicate work and although he had every intention of continuing her pain he had no desire to permanently damage a perfectly good sex slave. Satisfied that the blows were neither to heavy nor too light, he backed away and continued! SNAP! Her sex was raked again by the savage tip. Her body was jerking so much that her master found it difficult to aim! WHAP! A fifth blow struck her aching vagina making her dance in mid air and rattle her chains some more! CRACK! A final and heavier blow slashed down her slit! Coiling the whip around his fist again, Carol’s master approached the crying girl and stroked his hand down her belly, over her mound and rubbed at her sore sex. The area was red and swollen but not badly damaged. To his amazement she still became wet at his stroking, even through the unbearable agony she was suffering. He stepped away from her and dangled the whip again. Through her sobs, Carol watched her master swish the whip backwards and forwards a few times, studying her suspended body carefully, eyeing up his next target! He swung and the whip snaked towards her! SNAP! The tip found it’s mark on her smooth, hairless mound, an inch above the top of her slit! The sting hurt like blazes, but she was in so much pain from the welts all over her body that a little more made no difference. WHAP! The next blow landed just to the left of the first. THWIT! Another landed on the opposite side! Carol gasped and moaned at each strike. Her master paused to look at her again. Three angry red marks decorated her mound, all in a neat little row but there was no real damage. He lashed out again. CRACK! A more solid blow landed just above the first wrenching a wail from carol’s throat. WHACK! An equally cruel blow landed to the left. THWACK! A matching blow struck her to the right. Her master approached her again and knelt down to examine her, the last three blows had broken her skin slightly and little spots of blood oozed from the wounds. He licked at her mound and lapped up the little spots, then he licked her all of the way up her torso. Up her throat and planted a kiss on her mouth. She tasted the metallic flavour of her own blood on his tongue as it probed her mouth. He pulled his mouth away from hers and leaned down to kiss her nipples. He sucked and licked each one in turn, rolling his tongue around the little gold rings which decorated them. He straightened up and leaned forwards to whisper in her ear again. “These will be the next target little one” he said fingering her nipples again, “Five strikes on each before we move onto the final set!” The mere thought of five, agonizing stings on each of her tiny, sensitive nipples caused new tears to well up in Carol’s eyes! Her master stepped back away from her and rattled the whip once more. It hissed as it snaked through the air towards her chest! SNAP! The tip stuck home on her left nipple! WHAP! A strike on her right! A pause followed as her master waited for Carol to stop shrieking! The tip of the whip had struck home with terrific ferocity! SWAT! A second, harsh blow struck her left nipple. THWACK! A second on her right! Her master approached her and carefully examined her nipples, blood trickled from both. The whip had impacted upon the gold rings, forcing them into the sensitive skin and cutting it. The gold metal was bent out of shape. “Hmmm” He said, “These will have to be replaced or repaired, can’t have a sex slave who doesn’t look her best can we?” Once more he backed away, took aim and lashed out. CRACK! The whip cracked against her left nipple again, the skilful blow missing the gold ring and striking the aureola! THWACK! A third strike on her right nipple, again avoiding her decoration! Carol was howling in torment as cruel pain flooded the sensitive little spikes! SNAP! A fourth, stinging blow struck her on the left. WHACK! A blow of equal force lashed against her right! Carol wailed and sobbed, her whole body trembling once more as sob upon sob wracked her chest. THWACK! A fifth strike tormented her left nipple, again her master skillfully avoided the little, gold decorative ring. THRASH! A vicious blow snapped against her right! As Carol hung limp from her cuffs, she was almost delirious with pain, her head slumping forwards again and her breathing laboured. Her master approached her again, once more he produced the phial of smelling salts and shocked her back to alertness. Yet again he stroked his fingers across her face and wiped away her tears. “Almost over now little one” He said, fingering her clit ring, “Only six more lashes to come, all on this last and most sensitive spot!” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Courage slave” he continued, “It will soon be over”. Yet again he backed away from her and rustled the whip as he concentrated on his target. He struck out and brought the whip swishing towards her! SNAP! He scored a direct hit on her clit hood! “AHHHHHHHH!” Shrieked Carol as the most intense pain yet coursed through her loins! CRACK! A second strike hit the same spot before she could breath in to scream again! WHAP! A third blow struck, this time the tip snapped against her clit ring! “AIIIIIIIII! She wailed! “AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!” Her master stepped up to her and knelt down to examine her, blood trickled down her slit from a small cut where the ring had been forced into her skin like on her nipples. He satisfied himself that it was not serious, backed away, took aim and lashed out again! CRACK! The tip stung her clit hood again to the left of the ring! WHACK! A fifth strike caught her just to the right! Carol wailed and howled in intense pain as she heard the whip hissing towards her for it’s hundredth and final strike! THWACK! The final blow struck the ring again and the savage pain made her shriek even louder. Her master walked up to her, put his arms around her sobbing, gasping body and held her tightly. Her blood streaked his body again and her tears flooded his shoulder. He held her in his tight embrace until the worst of her crying had subsided. Then he crouched down and unclipped her ankle cuffs from the chains. He walked over to where the overhead chain was secured to the wall, unfastened it and lowered her until her feet touched the floor. Walking back to her he unclipped her wrist cuffs from the bar and she slumped to the floor, her little body shaking like a leaf, her chest jerking to the rhythm of her soft sobbing. He raised the bar back up until it was out of the way, secured it and returned to stand in front of her. He held out the whip and let the tip of it stoke across her trembling shoulders. Somehow Carol found the strength to pull herself up into a kneeling position. She took the whip from his outstretched hand and kissed and sucked the penis shaped handle. “Th, thank you f, for my p, punishment m, master” She said weakly. Then she forced herself to stand, turned and walked shakily to the whip rack where she hung the snake back on it’s hook. She turned to face him again, took a few steps towards him and sagged to the floor again. She crawled the rest of the way and then struggled into the “O” position, with her hands behind her head and her mouth open. Her master pushed his cock into her mouth and she sucked on it several times, taking it deep into her throat. She could taste his precum, the whipping had excited him and now he would finish by using her bloodstained body for his pleasure! He slid his cock out of her mouth and then walked to the doorway where he rang a small bell. Returning to her he knelt behind her and pushed against her body until her head and shoulders were on the floor. She felt him rubbing lubricant into her rectum and then felt the tip of his big cock against her tiny sphincter. Gripping her aching hips he pushed hard and his stiff pole entered her making her cry out. As he knelt there, fucking her arse, two more little girls appeared in the doorway and knelt down. Both were as naked as Carol and perhaps a year older. As they knelt there they watched their master fucking their fellow slave. Their faces masks of horror and fear at the state of her body, covered in bleeding welts. As he fucked her arse, Carol’s master fingered her sore and swollen slit, making her moist again. Then he pulled out of her rectum and entered her sex roughly, he grunted and groaned as he fucked her hard, making the little girl cry out in pain again . After a few, powerful thrusts he cried out loud and she felt spurt after spurt of his semen bursting inside her. The sensation made her have a small climax of her own and her cum juices trickled out of her sex, mixed with his spunk. He slid out of her wet cunt, stood up and walked around to face her again. Carol forced herself up into a kneel and took his cock into her mouth once more, sucking and licking it clean. When she had finished, he slid his shaft out of her mouth and stepped back. Carol bowed her head and closed her eyes. “Thank you for fucking me master” She said “Thank you for blessing me with your seed”. Her master grunted and turned away. “Clean her up and see to her wounds” he commanded the other two, kneeling girls as he left the room. As her fellow slaves rose and walked towards her, Carol slumped to the floor again and the merciful unconsciousness of a dead faint overcame her. Her punishment was over. |