Aurélie's struggles with the whip

Aurélie frowned and the tip of her tongue appeared between her clenched lips as she concentrated, focusing her eyes on the blonde's breasts which was swaying back and forth as she rowed. It was tricky as there was the other slaves, the oars, the chains to manoeuvre around. When she felt ready, the redhead extended her arm but the whip coiled itself around the oar instead of hitting anything. She had shake it a couple of times to get it free.

She tried again, trying to anticipate the movements of the limbs and oar. This time she reached the blonde ****'s flank and the tip of her whip touched the side of her boob but the girl hardly reacted as the blow had not been strong enough to cause real pain. Aurélie cursed and gritted her teeth. That bitch could at least have faked the pain, acting her role correctly.

The next attempts improved a bit but she found that either she lacked precision or she lacked strength. She could never get both right. Nevertheless, she was trying hard and soon she had built up quite a sweat in the warm air of the oar-deck and her shirt was now sticking to her torso. She had opened a few buttons, displaying a bit more of cleavage. Her skin was glistening in the light cast by the scarce lanterns, red locks of hair stuck to her perspiring face.

After 20 minutes of dutiful training she had not made much progress. Her right arm was aching from fatigue. She straightened herself, both fists on her hips, the whip dangling down her right leg and snaking by her feet, an exhausted expression painted on her sweaty face. She was panting hard and her breasts heaved against her sweat-soaked shirt.

"I'm afraid I need more training. Maybe I should learn to hit immobile targets first. This is much more difficult than it looks."