The demo continues

Ms Wright is already unwrapping the next implement, a riding crop with an unusually thick handle. It turns out the handle has a stamp into which text can be entered via an app; once posted on a woman’s body, it will stay for at least forty-eight hours, sufficient for most nudity longer punishments. The crop itself is described as idea for applications on one’s breasts and as Lydia’s are larger Chris decides she will be a better target to show its effects on when offered by Ms Wright to carry out the next step.

Lydia makes every effort to keep her expression neutral as she clasps her elbows behind her back, pushing her breasts out. She is to be given four strokes; one on each nipple and one on each breast’s flesh. The crop leaves clear imprints and draws grunts of pain from its designer but she takes it bravely. For once being small where it matters offers a comparative advantage to you, as you get to give your bottom a discreet rub while the crop cracks against the pale skin, so contrasting from the rest of Lydia’s tanned body. Finally it is put aside too and you both are now bearing first marks.

“I think we will need both girls for this one” Mr Pryce says as he unseals the third bag. You do not initially understand what he meant but he goes on to explain that the small bunch of very thin plastic rods is designed primarily for punishing sensitive areas such as genitals and between one’s cheeks. Nearly unbreakable they will never splinter to cause harm and their light weight will prevent lasting damage. However, the thinness may lead to tiny yet agonising skin breaks when applied at full ****. He passes the rods to Ms Wright who after a moment’s consideration tells you to get onto the table face up with legs up and wide; once you are in the deeply humiliating (and rather familiar by now) position, Lydia is instructed to kneel on top of you, face down and reaching behind to spread her unblemished as of yet cheeks.

You may come out of this very good friends, you think, as Lydia climbs over you and bends forward. You can feel nipples on your skin and her chin rests just over your forehead, somewhat painfully. This will not be the main issue though. Your wide open and pulled back knees touch Lydia’s equally spread legs and you both present yourselves for the next part. You can hear rather than see the rods being raised and brace for the impact, but it is Lydia who squeals in pain, her voice muffled by your hair but most indicative of the pain she must be in nonetheless. She squeals again and louder, when Ms Wright whips her again. Her nipples rub against your skin and her breasts jiggle from her reaction to the merciless rods but she stays in place. This might not be the right time for it, but you are once again amazed at the power of the Rulebook; Diana is seeing another naked girl literally on top of you after you volunteered for treatment along these lines, but you know with full certainty she will not have the slightest issue with that.

The rods tap the very centre of your open pussy and you know your turn is here. The lash feels like a dozen wasp stings all at once and you scream into Lydia’s neck, grateful for her weight to be pressing you down. The next lash comes almost immediately afterwards but being ready does not help at all and you scream again, desperately wanting to curl up with hands on your stinging pussy... but just about managing to control yourself, knowing this must be the end of this part.

Only it is not. You no longer feel the rods’ touch but Lydia is bracing herself. Ms Wright must have returned to her first target. Sure enough, Lydia jerks again and makes a louder noise than before, her voice starting to sound tearful. Another lash lands on her exposed anus and then it is back to you, as your near-future colleague is sobbing above you, leaning in heavier. It takes all the willpower you can master not to snap your knees shut when the rods dig into your pussy again. You are in an even worse state than Lydia when Ms Wright delivers the next and final stroke and you feel the both of you digging your fingers hard into your legs and cheeks respectively to maintain position until being told otherwise. The permission does not come. Instead you told you need a disinfecting rub as you hear individually wrapped sanitary tissues being open.

The rods must indeed have broken skin in places because the cleansing by an firm yet surprisingly gentle hand causes almost more pain than the whipping itself. Lydia is faring a bit better, but you are both sobbing pitifully by the time you are told to get up, which you do with legs awkwardly kept apart. Shame all but forgotten, you try to sneak a peek between your legs and you actually see Lydia in the corner of your eye twisting her neck to examine her own damage. You are quite surprised with what you see though: there are a few faint red lines and nothing more. The results do not look a fraction as bad as they feel and you wonder how many young women will suffer very severe punishments on their most private parts because the spankers will not see the results of their work.