Whips!

Myra shoots a dastardly look on to the table stacked with whips, floggers, and paddles. "Hmm, let's see how durable that body of yours is..."

Myra starts walking over to the table and sliding it closer. It's densely packed with all sorts of horrible and painful looking things, stuff you DEFINITELY don't want anywhere near you. She moves the whips and other stuff around, putting them in some sort of order. This gives you time to really start worrying about how painful this will be.

When she's finally done, she grabs a riding crop off of the table and turns towards you. "This should get you warmed up for what's to come later. A simple leather riding crop. This should give you a nice sting! Let's not waste much more time, huh?"

Myra moves right next to your laying and spread out body and slowly drags the riding crop on your bare skin. You know what to anticipate, but not when, which makes it that much more torturing. She circles around you a few times and swiftly delivers a powerful smack against your thigh, leaving a red mark on it. You let out a groan and silently swear to yourself. Myra continues circling around you, not giving you any hints as to when the next attack will come. Just a few seconds later, she smacks your other thigh, leaving a mark on it as well. You groan out again, even while trying to stay as composed as possible. Her next smack hits your right nipple, really making you scream out this time. Another smack hits your other nipple. Then, Myra starts smacking her way down your body, hitting you in the chest, stomach and reaching your privates. She recoils back an violently hits your soft member. You let out a painful yell, as you feel your shaft get punished like this.

"Whoops, sorry, meant to hit your balls." Says Myra, right before delivering another hard slap, this time hitting your ball sack.

You yell out, even more, this time and start shuffling your body in protest.

Myra goes around your body, smacking you on the arms, legs, chest, and crotch for a while until your body is covered with red marks of the riding crop. You're breathing quite heavily, bearing the pain from Myra's slaps. You don't know what you did to deserve this, but it must be for something, so you accept the punishment nonetheless.

Myra looks down at your bruised body and says "Alright, enough warming up, let's make things more interesting..."

She presses a button on the table control remote and it starts moving underneath you, shifting its surface. You quickly find your back exposed and lying on your stomach, as the table flips you around. You stare in the cold steel surface, and cautiously await Myra's next "activity". You can hear her placing the riding crop back on the table and pick up something wooden. You remember seeing a sizable paddle on that table, making you think that that's what she picked up.

She confirms your theory, by saying "This here is my trusty paddle. Never leave home without it! The way this thing makes people squeal gets me excited! Let's see what kind of screamer you are..."

You feel the paddle's wooden surface press against your bare ass cheeks. You have a feeling you'll be feeling a lot of that soon enough...

With a big wind up, Myra brings the paddle crashing down on your butt, making a loud *SLAP* echo through the room. You immediately yell out in pain from the quick burning sensation that overtakes your lower half.

Standing behind you, Myra says "Wow, already bright red in one hit? Well, I guess I did smack you pretty hard. Let's see how many other shades of red we can explore."

She recoils once again, and before you're even done getting over the first hit, another furious smack strikes your ass. You yell out again, even louder this time. Myra starts going wild on your ass, hitting it again and again with the cutting board sized paddle. Your screams and the slapping sounds of wood against skin fill the room. Soon enough, your ass becomes as bruised as your front half just was, but Myra just keeps going. She smacks you at an irregular rhythm, putting you on guard as you wait for the hard surface to crash down on your aching ass cheeks. After dozens of hard smacks on your ass and the most ruthless paddlin' of your life, Myra returns the wooden pain bringer to the table with the rest of her devices.

"Whoooweee! Yer lookin' as red as a field o' cherries! Yall better prepare, cuz my girl Cassie comin' out next! That's what I call my Cat O' Nine Tails flogger if you were wonderin'." After spontaneously throwing on a bad southern accent, Myra moves the table around, so that it's back to it's starting position - with you on your back facing the ceiling.

You watch as Myra picks up a pretty big braided rubber flogger with a jewel-encrusted handle. It looks quite fancy for a BDSM tool.

Myra speaks up again, dropping that impromptu accent "Yeah, Cassie's been a staple in my arsenal for quite a while. It's custom made to my devious needs, and it delivers quite a sting, as I'm sure you'll find out. But enough talk, back to business."

Myra moves in closer, playfully swinging the falls of her flogger in a circular motion. You watch the braided tips of the falls swing around and around, almost hypnotizing you. Before you know it, Myra is next to your table and already mapping out your body to see where she wants to hit you. Her first hit hits your shoulder blades, then she moves onto your stomach, then your thighs and then your crotch. The feeling is a sharp sting mixed with the weighty thud of the braided ends. Of course, you start painfully moaning out after every hit, but that just comes naturally to you at this point. Every sting, every hit you've taken has been slowly accepted by your brain and you start feeling a weird pleasure from it. The domination is sexually arousing and makes your soft bruised cock get erect.

Myra spots your erection and says "Interesting... So you like being used as a punching bag, huh? Let's see if you'll still be this hard after I bring out my next toy, but for now, let's turn up the power!"

Myra starts whipping you with her flogger with thundering hits that leave your body covered in red markings. Some of your more punished areas have begun bleeding, but Myra doesn't see that as a stopping signal. She winds up even harder with each hit, making you let out a hearty moan after every strike.

After a long enough time of painting your body with a crisscross of red stripes, Myra puts her trusty flogger to rest. You're heavily panting at this point, almost breathless from the **** you've endured so far, but Myra still has one thing left up her sleeve.

She says "Well, you've taken everything I've got so far like a champ, but my next toy breaks everybody down after a long enough time..."

She picks up the last and biggest item on her swatting device table, that being a giant bullwhip. It looks over 10 feet long and has a leathery texture. Myra picks up the table controller and flips you around so that you're on your stomach again, but instead of laying down, she brings the table up vertically, so that your naked backside is perfectly exposed for her whipping pleasure. You can hear her high heel boots move further away from you, and you anticipate the worst.

You hear her say "Not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt, but I've warmed you up enough, so bear with it."

She quiets down and starts intimidating you. You hear the whip crack in the distance a couple of times as if she's testing it. Then, suddenly Myra sends the whip flying to your direction at an immense speed. As the tip makes contact with your back, a sharp pain overwhelms you. You struggle, but are confined by your restraints and left to grunt and wallow in pain like an animal. Another stinging whip crack hits your bare flesh, making you yell out in pain. The next whiplash hits your bright red and sensitive butt, making you wail out in even more pain.

The powerful strike of Myra's bull whip covers your back and ass with long red stripes, some even drawing blood. Tears flow down your face from the pain, but all you can do is bear with it. You start regretting not establishing a safe word. Your body shudders, but it seems that Myra has had enough. She stops her whipping and you can hear her approaching the table. Suddenly, it starts moving around again, supporting your back and revealing your front facing side to Myra.

Instead of ending your ****, she keeps you propped up vertically and moves back once more, saying "What, you thought we were done? Your front still doesn't seem punished enough, so I want to fix that."

She gets a few feet away from you and recoils her arm again, getting ready for another powerful whiplash. The stinging strike hits you across your chest. You'd scream from pain, but your body already feels so punished, that your brain starts trying to shut the pain out completely. You still feel an insufferable sting with every whip crack, but you bear with it better than you did before.

After covering your chest and crotch in the same red stripes as she did your back, Myra finally seems to be finishing up her session. A few final whiplashes hit your body, but once you see her placing the bloodied whip on the table, you let out a sigh of relief.

Myra then approaches you, takes your head in her hands and says "Aww, was that too painful for this little baby? Well, you stood it out, either way, so good job, ****! Oh and don't worry, those marks will heal up in no time... probably."

Myra lowers you back to the table's starting position and slides away the table of whips.