To be flogged herself

Her faces distorts when she sees me picking up the rope that had been used to tie Gabriella.

"It seems to me that having tortured an unfortunate servant for such a frivolous reason deserves a punishment. You can stay here", I add for the two **** girls who were hesitatingly heading for the door, "especially you, Gabriella, if you want to see your tormentor chastised."

I grab Olivia's wrists and, before she can react, I tie them with the rope. She wriggles and kicks vainly while I drag her to the place where Gabriella was bound.

"I am a priestess of Venus! You will lose your head for this!"

Seeing that I bind her wrists to the beam, she threatens to make me impaled, skinned, burnt alive and every **** which crosses her mind, accompanying this with an astonishingly large vocabulary of insults. Martha and Gabriella have their part of it when, after having shouted at them to interfere or to run for help, their mistress realizes that they don't move and just stay in the room watching. The priestesse's cries become yells when, having taken the whip and raised it above my head, I let it fall on her full breasts, then her belly, then her butts...

The two **** girls stare silently at her proud mistress squirming in her bonds under the whip, all her arrogance going away, her shouts turning into tears and supplications. She begs me to stop, promising to make me know all the pleasures of Venus, offering the richest rewards to her servants if they stop me. I let my arm rest only when Olivia's body, from her neck to her knees, is as scared as Gabriella's. The priestess has collapsed, only held by her bonds, sobbing without restraint and repeating in a strangled voice "stop, please, stop".