Aurélie's whipmanship improves

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. When she felt ready, the redhead extended her arm and she had the satisfaction to see the lanyard make a deep depression in the meaty boob, while the ****'s scream reached a much louder level.

She tried again, aiming at the various targets indicated by the Whip master. It was tricky as there was the other slaves, the oars, the chains to manoeuvre around. Her first attempts were not all successful but they all found some piece of flesh to lash hard anyway, even if it was not always the **** she had aimed for. However, Aurélie kept trying, each lash more precise and stronger than the one before.

After 20 minutes of dutiful training, Aurélie had become very good at it and the slaves under her care were now rowing with the utmost strength and rhythm. 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, but she was smiling with pride and joy, even though her right arm was beginning to feel tired.

She straightened herself, her left fist on her hip while she presented the whip handle back to the master, as satisfied expression on her face. She was panting a little and her breasts heaved against her sweat-soaked shirt.

"Thanks for the course. I hope I did not demerit."