First
Whipping
| Gina's
First Whipping |
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| A girl's first experience with the lash of leather is special don't you think? The stinging sound of the whip as it sizzles through the air. The sharp snap as it contacts the skin. The raising of welts across her back as the sensation seeps into her body. |
 Topless
and with both hands bound in front of her I pulled her up the stairs. I
lead her across the entire length of the spacious attic before positioning
her in front of the uncharacteristically large window exposing the street
below. It was a pretty day and you could see people going about their business
on the street below .... innocent of the fact that Gina was about to receive
her first lashing. They could watch if they would only look up. |
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I strapped a bit gag tightly between her teeth, not so much in an effort
to silence her as to give her something she could bite down on as each
stroke tore across her skin. I took up my position behind her, found my range in the dimmed light, and struck out at her. And so it began, Gina's first whipping ..... but by no means the last. |
Separating
each wrist I pulled her arms high above her head, spreading them apart
as I fastened them to the sturdy wooden beam. The aroma of stale air contrasted
nicely with the freshness of the scene outside the arched windows before
her. 