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發表於 2005-5-14 08:14 PM
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Stephanie's New Master
The whip was about four feet long, made from soft leather wrapped around a tapering springy material for about half it's length, then continuing as a single lash to its end where it was knotted and splayed into four tips, each about two inches long.
He tested the springiness of the whip as he flicked it through the air. He then flicked it across Stephanie's belly. Receiving little reaction from her, he increased the snap of the wrist, applying a little more speed and power to the tip of the lash.
Stephanie began to writhe and twitch as the tip of the lash began to bite her. Her new master decided to change his angle of attack, out of curiosty, to see if the blows would be visible on her flesh. He noted with interest that there was some period of delay between the blow and the appearence of the mark, and as he began to move the lash about a pattern of blows followed like a shadow. He became so engrossed in his experiments that he was unaware of the cries and moans of pain coming from Stephanie.
He stepped back to look at her. Her face was streaked with tears. The front of her body was now lined with streaks of pink shading from a light rose hue to a deep angry crimson. The stripes began at the swelling of her breasts and continued in an unbroken mass to her knees. He had made sure to pay more than a little attention to her breasts, inner thighs and lower belly.
Finally he became aware of the sounds of suffering coming from the naked bound girl. Stephanie was suspended spread-eagled inside a wooden frame of heavy timber that seemed to be hinged in the middle where it was held solidly to the floor and ceiling. The framework could pivot in any direction.
A wimpering Stephanie hung limply within the frame, held in place by padded manacles attached to blocks and tackles, her chin rested on her chest as she finally began to catch her breath.
She knew not to look up as she heard her new master go into a nearby cabinet.
"You have been taught well, Stephanie," her new master said as he walked back over to the frame.
"I guess we can conclude tonight's entertainment with 12 lashes from the martinet," her new master said gruffly.
He then held the martinet, a french version of the cat o'nine once used quit readily in French boarding school, up to Stephanie's lips.
"Well," he said.
She then kissed the leather that was soon to kiss her flesh.
"Now you are going to get a dozen of the best with this martinet, and you are going to count them," said her new master.
"Oh, please master,.. no more.. please.. Master, I hurt."
"You are supposed to hurt, Stephanie, it's the purpose of the lash to make you hurt. Do you want two dozens for whining?"
"No ... Please.. Master.. I beg for a dozen," Stephanie said submissively.
"You will count each stroke!"
"Yes, Master."
He layed the leather thongs of the martinet softly across her buttocks, measuring the distance for his swing. Stephanie tightened her rear in anticipaton.
Swissssssh.... SMACK...... Her new master struck a blow across her upper buttocks.
"One....... Master."
Swissssssh.... SMACK......
"Twwwooo....... Maaaaaster..." she cried.
The blows rained down on Stephanie, she could only quiver in the frame as each blow rained down on her. The stripes of the blows glistened red, from the top of her ass to the tops of her thighs.
One blow slashed between her legs.
"EIGHTTTT............... MASTER!" she screamed. Her voice climbed higher and higher as she counted the last four blows.
She was now whimpering, crying and gasping for breath. Again her new master held the martinet to her lips and she fonfly kissed it and said, "Thank you.... master.."
"And you were worried I wouldn't treat you well," her new master said as he lowered her from the frame.. |
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