Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip


    Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip


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    The Master was sitting at a desk, typing at aptopputer. He nced up at the two naked women


    as they were brought into the room but said nothing and went back to his work.


    The room was very much in keeping with a hunting lodge. There was a firece, wood paneled walls,


    a couple of trophy antlers mounted over the firece and a few leather chairs. There were also a


    couple bookcases filled with books that looked as if they had not been removed or even dusted in a


    great many years.


    Melinda was the closest to a window and she gazed at the scene outside. The mountains were not


    muchpared to the ones she was used to in California. On the nearby hills she could see pines.


    Closer by, there were silver birches, yew and oaks forming a forest, beginning just beyond the


    driveway. The sky was overcast and the day gray, matching her spirits.


    But she saw no one outside. There was only the gravel driveway and then the forest. If she could just


    get out of that house, she could disappear into the trees and might elude capture.


    They both wished they could move their arms. They had been taped together behind their backs for


    over twenty-four hours. There were annoying itches, possibly from the glue on the tape even though


    they wore those long gloves. The worst part, though, was that they could not move their fingers. The


    hands and fingers were taped t against the upper arms and quite unable to move. Not as bad as


    some of the bondage they had been put in, it was still very ufortable to have their arms secured in


    that manner for so long.


    Reggie continued at theputer for a long time. The two women waited, standing there, a slight but


    cold draft caressing their bare skin. Behind them, Angus stood between them and the door they had


    come in.


    Eventually their Master looked up. Folding down the top of theputer, he stood and walked around


    the desk to view this birthday present.


    “I see by your wet hair that Angus and Susan have given you a shower,” he said with a faint smile.


    “That is good.” He walked around them, noted but did notment on the redness where Susan had


    struck Melinda’s ass, then stood before them again.


    “I am going to introduce you to a old tradition at Harcourt Lodge. It is customary for the master of the


    lodge to whip a new ve as soon as he or she arrives. I allowed you to sleep the night first, but it


    would not be right to dy your wee any longer. Angus, please take them and prepare them.”


    “Right you are,” Angus said, and suddenly a strong hand was upon each bare arm, pulling the women


    towards the door.


    Darlene walked with her head down. She had no doubt that their Master meant what he said. She was


    going to be whipped. How much it would hurt she had no idea, but she suspected it would be a lot.


    Melinda stared at Angus with a strange mixture of fear and disbelief on her face. Surely that Reggie


    bastard was not serious! A whipping? Like her bottom was not already sore from that whipping Susan


    had given her over breakfast. Yet a part of her mind calmly told her that the riding crop had not been a


    serious whipping and that what wasing would probably be a whole new level of pain. Of course,


    that little part of her mind was totally correct, but Melinda had nothing in her experience to understand


    its meaning.


    The room they were taken to was downstairs, not far from the room where they had spent the night. It


    was a simple ce, a square room about twelve feet on a side and windowless. The walls were bare


    stone and the floor concrete that was cold beneath their bare feet. Instead of a single overhead light,


    there were several lights in the corners up high. When switched on, they provided ample light over the


    whole room.


    “Normally you would be hung by your wrists for this whipping. But I wish to leave you taped up for now,


    so we’ll modify that part a bit. Angus, if you please.”


    As they watched, Angus went to a box in one corner and came back with a length of thick hemp rope. It


    was brown in color and much thicker than the ropes that had been used on them before. He fashioned


    a small loop in one end and then pulled the other end back through it to make a sliding loop. That he


    ced over Darlene’s head and pulled it snug around her neck. Next to the box was a small chair. He


    pulled that over and stood on it to thread the rope through a ring attached to a wooden beam in the


    ceiling. He tugged on the rope until Darlene was up on her toes, and then tied it off to a wall cleat. The


    process was repeated with Melinda. The younger girl did not cooperate as the older woman had, and


    had to be pulled over under the ring. With no hands to fight, she could not prevent the loop from being


    ced over her head and tightened down. As Angus threaded it through the ring and pulled on it, her


    fright-filled eyes looked to Reggie then back to Angus.


    When he backed off, she was left standing there, the rope firm around her neck but not so tight as to


    inhibit breathing. She was, however, standing on her toes to prevent that from happening.


    Reggie walked around them slowly, enjoying both the naked bodies and the look of fear in their eyes.


    When he put out his hand, Angus ced a whip in it. It was made of ck leather braided into a three


    foot long, the tapering weapon wicked enough looking to strike fear into the heart of anyone. Darlene


    closed her eyes and would not look at it. Melinda stared at it in shock.


    “You can’t mean to use that on us!” she said, the words having trouble getting out of her mouth.


    “I do mean to and will,” he said calmly. “Please feel free to scream if you wish. There is no one here


    save Angus and Susan and myself to hear you.”


    Hezily swished the whip back and forth a few times to get the feel of it. Then he positioned himself


    behind Melinda. She twisted around on tiptoes to face him.


    “You probably would prefer this on your ass rather than your front,” he told her. “No?”


    Melinda looked as if she was going to faint or scream at him. Her eyes were wide with fear and her


    breathing was almost a pant. If you looked carefully, you could see the muscles in her legs trembling


    ever so slightly.


    “Turn around or I’ll whip you across your breasts,” he said.


    Melinda shook her head.


    So quickly that she never saw iting, he swung the whip backhanded, striking her directly across


    both breasts.


    A scream began but was cut off. Melinda, reacting to the sudden and intense pain in her breasts,


    jerked backwards. The scream was cut off when the rope tightened around her neck. For long seconds


    she hung by the neck until the shock wore off enough for logic to take hold again. Then she put her feet


    down and sought to lift herself up on her toes. The rope from her neck to the ring went ck and the


    loop around her neck loosened – just enough for her to suck in air.


    She strained to look down at her lovely breasts that were hurting so very much. She could just see a


    red streak forming across the tops of them, just above her nipples. It amazed her that the skin was


    already swelling up into a thin ridge of red flesh.


    “Would you care to turn around now?” he asked calmly.


    “Why…” Melinda whispered as tears raced down her cheeks. She did not mean to question why she


    should turn around, but why he was doing this to her. And he knew what she meant.


    “Because I can. I own you. You are my property. I can do anything I wish to you.”


    The statements were met with an expression of disbelief. Blinking back her tears, she sniffed and said,


    “You can’t mean that. That just doesn’t happen. And not in civilized countries like Ennd!”


    Reggieughed at her naiveté. “Honey, there are plenty of countries in this world where women are


    bought and sold and kept as ves. Even right here in Jolly Old Ennd.”


    He swished the whip back and forth again. “Now, are you going to turn around or do you want all the


    strokes on your breasts?”


    Melinda frowned but began twisting around on her toes until her ass was avable to the man with the


    whip. No sooner had shepleted the turn than the whip swished again andnded on that bare ass.


    She cried out and jerked her body forward. She could not help it. The sharp burst of pain in her ass


    was more than she had ever felt, worse even than the casual stroke he had delivered across her


    breasts. Later, when she was much more experienced in such matter, she realized that he had held


    back on his first stroke. But those delivered to her ass were with the full force of his arm.


    The scream died off into a strangled cry as the rope tightened around her slender neck. Her body


    twisted around and she fought to get back on her toes. The next two strokes came in rapid session,


    evoking more jerking of her body and strangled cries. Once back on her feet, she shook her upper


    body violently as if she would shake the tape off her arms so she could protect herself.


    It was a lovely show, and Reggie applied the whip just enough to keep her dancing. Quickly, her ass


    was covered with red, swollen ridges of flesh. Tears poured out of her eyes to wet her breasts and the


    floor beneath her. She was finally able to keep her feet under her when the fresh strokesnded but


    she could not hold in the cries of pain.