What's the extra punishment?

Figging, and then the whipping resumes

You found something interesting during your research. One popular punishment it to put a ginger fig up a naughty girl's bottom, and if she has been really naughty to soak it in hot sauce or similar first. Reading about the effects it can have is entertaining, and you decide that this is exactly what Imogen needs. Once more you leave her be, as she still occasionally sobs and whimpers from the pain of your flogging. You walk upstairs and begin searching through the fridge.

You find a stack of several, all skinned. Most are thick enough their size alone would make them quite uncomfortable. You take out the largest one, admiring it, and debate if you should. After a moment, you decide the question should be "Why you shouldn't?" and you can't think of an answer. So you take a jar of extra-hot sauce and dip the fig in, spinning it around, making sure every inch of its surface is covered in the thick red sauce.

Carrying it downstairs, some of the sauce drips onto your wrist and burns like hell. You ignore it, to eager to see what it does to Imogen to be concerned about a little something like that. She is still crying when you reach her, although it has subsided to the occasional sniffle. Without a word, you grab her hip and begin to roughly push the fig in, and Imogen lets out a yelp, her whole body tensing in pain. As you push it in deeper, her composure shatters completely. She sobs in agony, she wails and howls and screeches, her body spasming and twisting to try and endure the horrible burning that soaks into her ass.

You take a step back to admire the agony that you have inflicted on her, and then you begin to flog her again. At the first stroke of the whip her ass clenches, and she lets out another wail so loud it hurts your ears as the burning from the fig suddenly intensifies. You deliver another stroke, and another, and another, viciously beating her ass until it is welted and raw, until Imogen can no longer shriek and scream because her throat has gone hoarse, until sweat is dripping down your skin.

You pause, and take a minute to breathe. Imogen is limp, her back and butt and the tops of her thighs flogged raw. In several places you broke the skin, and a few trickles of hot blood run down her flesh.