Pain

Looking around the stable you soon see what you need. Hanging from a peg by the inside door ia a thin riding crop. The whip is well made, if a little worn from use. The shaft is covered with a intricate braid of horse hair ending in a flap of dark leather and the grip fits comfortably into your hand. A few test swings send the whip humming through the air and you see the girl tense and try to look over her shoulder to see what you are doing.

Stepping to directly behind the bound girl you bend over so your face is close to her right ear. Whispering softly you ask:

"Are you going to be an obedient captive?" She says nothing at all but you see her jaw clench in determination. "I thought you'd say that." You whisper in her ear and step back for your first blow. You like being behind her because she cannot see what you are doing. Your first blow is an uppercut; the end of the thin flexible shaft hits her on the outside of her full breast, and the leather flap at the end flips around and hits directly on her pouty nipple.

"Aighh" The girl's scream of pain and surprise was quick and loud, she must have either have very sensitive nipples, or never been lashed before, because that was only a half swing, and didn't even hit her with full power. Switching the crop to your other hand you reach around her bound arms and cup her swollen tit in your hand. Some red lines from the tight bindings remain, but as you hold her heavy globe in your hand you see an angry red welt rising where your first shot struck.

"You should be flogged to **** for this." The woman hisses as the pain subsides enough for her to speak. Stepping out of the woman's vision again you wait five or six breaths. The waiting has the desired effect because the woman cries out again when the crop touches her again even though this time the leather tip caresses her gently. The riding crop brushes her hip and then follows the dip in her slender waist, you trace along her heaving ribs and up over the swell of her breast watching her body tremble under its touch. Stepping back again you wait in silence. After a minute of silence she tries again.

"I can't tell anything. Even if I wanted to." The next lash is much harder than the first blow. This time you strike the other side of her body, the crop strikes her in the tender flesh under her arm before wrapping against her breast and snapping against her nipple.

"Aaaaaighhh" She was louder this time than before, probably too loud, you do not want to attract any attention. "You bastard! You Pig! Someone help me! Please! Hel--" the rest of what she said was lost as you stuffed her balled up blue panties into her open mouth. Using a strip of binding cloth still pinned between her slender back and the post you finish gagging the woman. You liked the sound of her cries, but better safe than sorry; the last thing you want is to have this session interrupted.

"Do I have your attention now?" You ask using the same soft whisper. She nods her head and you can see a tear sparkling near her eye. "I am going to strike you ten more times, so you know what it feels like to be whipped by a man." Her eyes grow wide and she says something unintelligible through the gag. "Shhhh, it will hurt, I know, but when it is over I will ask you again about who you are, and then you can show me how cooperative you can be. You'll be a good girl, won't you?"

You strike all ten blows from behind her, varying the location and timing and even the strength of each one. Hitting her sometimes on her bruised breasts, sometimes across her soft belly, and on her firm white thighs. Not every lash hit as hard as the others, but all were hard enough to raise red welts on her unblemished white skin. The last two blows struck her just above her hips one on each side. The leather tip of the crop flicked along the crease in her spread leg and landed on her exposed labia. Her muffled cries of pain had been replaced by mewed whimpers, but these must really hurt because she screams into her gag and attempts yet again to break the bindings on her wrists. The thin leather belt digs deeply into her arms but the pain from the belt is nothing compared to the pain from the red stripes all over her body.

Leaving the whip on the floor you gently cut the gag from her mouth. Her face is streaked from tears, and some spittle runs over her chin but she looks beautiful. You can't wait to see her on her knees begging you to fuck her mouth.

"You were very brave," You tell her "but you cannot win this battle of will. Do you understand your position now?"