Of course!

"And I am impressed by how...keen your understanding of the punishment you will be receiving is." You tell her, putting down the quirt for the moment. " I am going to allow you to accept restraints without penalty, because of that keenness." Gently, you take her hands, and guide them to the top of the whipping post, fastening the leather straps nice and tight, almost to the point of being painful. Then you take a step back. " I don't expect you to count or thank me or anything. Just take the punishment as well as you can."

Fear colors Imogen's voice, but she replies quickly and obediently. "Yes sir, I will!" she replies, and you nod. Then the whipping begins. You start at her shoulders, striking with plenty of ****. Although the quirt is light, the impact is still plenty, and fierce red welts rise up on her pale skin, making a beautiful contrast. You pause after that first stroke to admire it, then begin to thrash her again, striking with rapid, vicious speed, slowly lowering your aim as the area you whip becomes a mess of throbbing welts. As you pass the middle of her back, Imogen beings to sob in pain, and she starts to thrash about, practically trying to pull herself off the post.

But her efforts are fruitless, her struggles useless, and you only pause your flogging to pull down her stained, stinky pull-up and expose her backside. You notice some very red skin, doubtless from diaper rash. It will certainly make this part of her punishment much more painful, and once more Imogen's fortitude impresses you. As you start flogging her ass, that fortitude begins to fail and she begins to shriek and howl, all signs of self-restraint lost. Urine starts to run down her thigh, and she barely seems to notice. You doubt anything could penetrate through the haze of pain, so you decide to leave her to recover for a bit, and enjoy a nice cup of tea while browsing the internet and learning a little bit more about this new society.

You bring your laptop down to the basement, and find some water kept to a boil in the kitchen. Pouring yourself a nice cup, you sit down to admire Imogen's whipped body and look things up. Aimlessly surfing the web, you find all manner of changes having come from the rules you have instituted, ranging from chastity belts for women being part of the punishment for some crimes to professional porn being rendered nonexistent - the only real form of it is in actual movies and TV shows, where brutal spankings and rough sex for female characters are fairly common.

At this point, Imogen has recovered somewhat, and you take up the quirt again. "Since you wet yourself once more, there will be additional punishment." You tell her, and you run the tip of the quirt over her pussy. Obediently, she spreads her legs, and hoarsely answers you. "Yes sir."