Between one and two minutes

The student coach hands you the whip and when you stand directly between your auburn-haired student's thighs, gently repositions you slightly to one side, presumably to let the spectators have a better view. You can still castigate the target area perfectly well from where you are, so you bow to her greater experience of the venue. She then takes a step back and raises her whistle to her lips, an old-fashioned stopwatch in her other hand.

A shrill blast signals the start of Johanna's reward and you accompany it with a vicious blow to Lorelei's right outer labia that mashes it down onto the stiff spikes of the vaginal fig. Even muffled by a soaking cunt, her mewl of distress is audible over the hubbub of the crowd and a livid weal swells up where the lash struck. You make a show of swishing the whip over your head in a figure of eight a few times, before flicking it expertly to the other side.

The Asian footballer is putting on a show for the audience, rocking her hips and swaying her body, playing with her pretty little boobies with one hand and running the fingers of the other through her dark, lustrous hair. It's an alluring sight, but not enough to distract you from your task and you impress even yourself with your accuracy by laying the next two lashes on the redhead's inner lips, which are protruding slightly due to the intruder in her twat spreading her open so lewdly. It seems a little unfair that a girl who's only here to help out a friend should be facing such a brutal punishment for her troubles, so you make sure to take your time and space out the strokes, but despite her obvious arousal, Johanna doesn't seem to be nearing climax yet. Perhaps Lorelei's technique is somewhat lacking.

The tip of your whip strikes swollen pink clitoris, sending a shudder up its owner's belly and setting her meaty knockers quivering to a hearty cheer from the crowd. You take a moment to accept the plaudits and then follow up with an upward blow that catches the scarlet rim of her distended bum hole and the tender flesh above. Her heels almost slip off the corners of the block at this unexpected ****, but thankfully she manages to recover. You cross the next two lashes from right to left, compressing the labia on one side and pulling them open on the other, mercilessly scourging the inner surfaces of each lip.

You're about to return in the opposite direction when Robyn stridently announces that one minute has passed. Now Johanna is safe from a figging herself and only has to last sixty more seconds to earn another orgasm. However, her tute-partner seems galvanized by the news, attacking the fanny pressed to her face with renewed vigour. The young lady receiving her reward cries out loudly at the unanticipated change of pace, one hand dropping to Lorelei's lean abdomen for support as pleasure explodes through her loins. Unlike during the races, she's not restrained, but it's obviously expected for her to use her self-control to resist the urge to pull away from the overload of stimulation.

The excruciating pain from the other two sideways lashes do not distract their recipient and just as you're preparing a second vertical blow to her battered clit, a strangled cry of lust signals the start of the awaited climax. Robyn blows her whistle and you abort the swing, but at the same moment, pleasure turns to anguish when Lorelei's teeth fasten onto Johanna's hypersensitive nub, gnawing hard until the convulsions die down. If the orgasm's not completely ruined, it is at least tempered by the **** (you feel no other word adequately describes what's happening), to the absolute delight and amusement of the spectators.

Two flushed, tearstained and extremely sore girls are helped unsteadily to their feet to receive the approbation of the crowd. They both manage smiles and thank the audience for its support, hugging each other more warmly than you'd expect under the circumstances, before trying to hobble off the stage with arms round each other's shoulders. Unfortunately, the motion sets the tail-like pendulum hanging from Lorelei's bum swinging, which almost floors her and their exit is much less elegant than their entrance was, earlier. However, the laughter from all around shows that even this is enjoyed by the attendees of the event.

Whilst volunteers quickly prepare the stage for the final, Robyn thanks you for your assistance and asks for a round of applause, which is immediately forthcoming. This is your signal to leave the stage temporarily (you'll be back to present the trophy to the eventual winner), so you give a jaunty wave and skip down the side stairs to find a good vantage point where you can enjoy the action and be seen to be enjoying it. The two students who put on a show won't be participating, but the student coach welcomes the twelve who will be back on and they throw a few more sexy poses before taking their positions again.

Next Robyn calls up the finalists to be strapped down as before and a last round of betting starts. Your mind wanders to what's happening backstage. Is Johanna really content with the rather painful way things turned out? How long will Lorelei have to endure the figs stuffing her passages? You wish you could poke your head in to find out, but you're needed here and reluctantly **** yourself to concentrate, clapping each contestant in turn. Soon they're all in place and ready to start.