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It is a bit of a relief to hear the next implement is a belt. Not an ordinary belt though but one designed for individuals in discipline-intense positions, although you would have to confess if asked that you missed most of the description busy studying your own pussy as discreetly as you can. You make a mental note to go over its higher-tech characteristics later but for now it is time to bend over again. Mr Pryce delivers the half a dozen lashes. The first two are across the already paddled area to allow everyone to see the combined effect; tears reappear in your eyes. The rest are aimed lower across your sit spots to show the contrast. You manage to maintain the position sticking your increasingly sore bottom out. Mr Pryce finishes with two ringing hand slaps to your red globes and it is Diana's turn again. She will take Lydia over her knee to test a much smaller and lighter paddle (with no holes too) compared to the one she used on you earlier.

As the implement is the lightest, it makes sense that the spanking is longest yet. Lydia takes it well enough not to earn any extras or reprimands and by the time Diana is done with her, you feel relatively ready for the demo to continue. The pain is building up and fast, but each individual part is bearable so far and so you have a faint hope to maintain some dignity through the entire event. Lydia gets up, tears running down her face. Without being told to, by some spankee instinct she stands next to you and even returns your reassuring (or at least meant to be reassuring) smile. Now both of your bottoms are almost matching in colour, but your boobs and her pussy are as of yet untouched. Chris and Ms Wright decide that the next set of items are best tested together on both of you at once, so Lydia is given a few minutes to recover too while they unwrap and discuss several whips, ranging from relatively light to positively horrifying. Mr Pryce then leads you to the wall where you are put next to one another (so closely that you can feel the touch) with hands securely directly overhead. Presumably for better targeting for demo purposes, your ankles are secured too with your legs mercifully closed. You both have turned your heads towards one another and turning away now would be a challenge so you remain with your faces less than a foot apart, albeit with your touching arms in between.

You have been whipped before but this is supposed to be a tool capable of taking the experience to another level, one you are no longer too sure you want to go through. Chris and Ms Wright each holding a sample stand on either side of you. The brief whistle of the whip through the air makes your insides go cold. Lydia and you both groan, trying and so far managing not to scream, as the lash crosses both your backs. The next lash goes slightly higher and you both groan and buckle against your restrains once more. You hope they are getting a good enough idea of how the damned thing works. Ms Wright speaks up from your other side, saying that her whip is somewhat lighter but allows much more precise targeting. To prove that, she cracks it perfectly across your sore bottoms. Neither of you can hold the scream in now. The enthusiastic director lashes you again and again. Tears return to your eyes very quickly; it is hard to believe you felt only seconds earlier you can get through this unbroken. Before the half dozen is over, both Lydia and you are crying freely and openly; your bodies are now only partially supported by your shaking legs, with wrist restraints taking over the rest of the job, digging into your skin.

The pair of your senior colleagues takes the next pair of whips. These are meant to be for heavier duty and indeed they live up to expectations. Each only is used twice but you feel like your entire back and butt are on fire and Lydia is not doing any better. You have to turn around now though. The section of the wall proves to have a great number of retractable hooks to which your wrist and ankle cuffs can be attached. A minute or two later Lydia and you are facing the room; your hands are refastened to remain directly over your heads but your legs are now to be wide open. You can turn your head now to see Lydia's red tear-streaked face and Diana's impressed but slightly worried expression.

Chris and Ms Wright resume their places. The whips they are holding are the lightest of the set but the targets now will also be most sensitive. Your boss goes first again, bringing the whip across your breasts and stomachs. Neither of you is making much of an effort to maintain self-control now; maybe it would have been borderline possible but in any case those you would be trying to impress seem to be surprised you made it without breaking down completely this far. Individual screams merge into two continuous wails as the sample of the first whip progresses and ends and Ms Wright starts to whip your helpless pussies. Somewhere under the layer of pain you are trying to tell yourself it has to be almost over, it cannot get worse than this.