A whipping

Delilah was now hanging by her arms from the ceiling. Her toes were barely touching the floor, which made it difficult for her to stay balanced in one spot. Behind her, Mr. Stratford and the others were all lined up. In David’s hand was a long whip.

Flicking his wrist, David made the whip smack against Delilah’s lower back, triggering a Yelp from the suspended girl. Her chest heaved as she took each breath, already worn out from the punishment she had already endured.

David delivered four more slashes to Delilah’s back before handing the whip off to Adrian. Adrian aimed a little lower and got Delilah right across her big, firm asscheeks. She swayed and cried out as the whip bit into her exposed flesh, leaving a bright red line behind.

Adrian’s next hit crossed the other way, making an ‘x’ on Delilah’s ass. He made the pattern twice more before handing it off again to Lars. Lars examined the brutally beaten girl.

“P-p-please, no more,” Delilah whimpered. Her words fell on deaf ears. The men all looked forward to this hour all week. They weren’t going to let her go that easily.

Lars moved his arm quickly to send the whip through the air, impacting Delilah’s upper back. She wailed as her flesh got another welt. The wails continued as Lars sent the whip over and over into Delilah’s back and shoulders, making them as red as the rest of her punished backside.

Finally, Lars handed it off to Mr. Stratford. Mr. Stratford went around to the other side of Delilah and looked into her tear-stained eyes. Then, he assaulted her tits with the whip. Delilah cried out as the whip hit her already swollen nipples.

After all the men had finished their whippings, they let Delilah get down. She would have the weekend to recover before the new work week started.