There is no help coming…
This will hardly be the first time I am whipped. My first year at the UVM I missed a perfect 4.0 GPA by one fucking tenth of a point! Then assistant dean Despard Wragg IV called me to his office where I was offered a deal. I could have my GPA raised to a perfect 4.0 if I agreed to be the entertainment for his uncle Chancellor Wragg’s faculty dinner (this was 14 years ago; Chancellor Wragg is now Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg) during dessert.
I was hesitant but that 4.0 GPA drew me in like a moth to a light! The day arrived and I put on the dark tank dress they gave me to wear. It barely covered my breasts and tight little. I had to practice walking in the stiletto heels the sent me- they were a bit different from what I was used to walking in. The dress was a bit different from what I usually wear also…
When the driver picked me up I have to admit my not yet 19 year old body made that little black dress look pretty damn sweet. I arrived at the Chancellor’s country estate and was promptly taken to the garden where I was bound in leather cuffs with my arms spread wide and just above my head! I protested that saying I was to be the entertainment for dessert. He assured me I would be most entertaining. For the next seven hours I stood in the garden with my wrists and ankles in cuffs. I agreed to it but was not happy…
AS the guests gather around me enjoying cocktails some asshole in a Madras shirt (they must sell them still…his was not faded. I thought if I get out this I will have to check out Walmart) pulls the top of my dress down.
I didn’t know that ‘entertaining’ the chancellor’s guests entailed being whipped!
Some bitch named Joan yelled “Do one tit at time! Don’t let that cunt pass out!”
This is so different. Being flogged before faculty was both painful and the humiliation would last as long as I was at the UVM. But here at Little Brampton instead a few dozen faculty and their guests there are hundreds of people that want to see me flogged. As I am bound to the whipping post there are three women roasting on spits below me and three above me hang.
This flogging is worse than I could imagine. The flogger looks the same but this one is laced with rough-formed iron ignots that rip my back and tight little with every stroke.
When they are done with me I am locked in a wood yoke and am led back to the Cruxton Abbey.
I try to decide if the pain and humiliation tops the arousal I feel!
-Barbara Moore
Tree
This will hardly be the first time I am whipped. My first year at the UVM I missed a perfect 4.0 GPA by one fucking tenth of a point! Then assistant dean Despard Wragg IV called me to his office where I was offered a deal. I could have my GPA raised to a perfect 4.0 if I agreed to be the entertainment for his uncle Chancellor Wragg’s faculty dinner (this was 14 years ago; Chancellor Wragg is now Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg) during dessert.
I was hesitant but that 4.0 GPA drew me in like a moth to a light! The day arrived and I put on the dark tank dress they gave me to wear. It barely covered my breasts and tight little. I had to practice walking in the stiletto heels the sent me- they were a bit different from what I was used to walking in. The dress was a bit different from what I usually wear also…
When the driver picked me up I have to admit my not yet 19 year old body made that little black dress look pretty damn sweet. I arrived at the Chancellor’s country estate and was promptly taken to the garden where I was bound in leather cuffs with my arms spread wide and just above my head! I protested that saying I was to be the entertainment for dessert. He assured me I would be most entertaining. For the next seven hours I stood in the garden with my wrists and ankles in cuffs. I agreed to it but was not happy…
AS the guests gather around me enjoying cocktails some asshole in a Madras shirt (they must sell them still…his was not faded. I thought if I get out this I will have to check out Walmart) pulls the top of my dress down.
I didn’t know that ‘entertaining’ the chancellor’s guests entailed being whipped!
Some bitch named Joan yelled “Do one tit at time! Don’t let that cunt pass out!”
This is so different. Being flogged before faculty was both painful and the humiliation would last as long as I was at the UVM. But here at Little Brampton instead a few dozen faculty and their guests there are hundreds of people that want to see me flogged. As I am bound to the whipping post there are three women roasting on spits below me and three above me hang.
This flogging is worse than I could imagine. The flogger looks the same but this one is laced with rough-formed iron ignots that rip my back and tight little with every stroke.
When they are done with me I am locked in a wood yoke and am led back to the Cruxton Abbey.
I try to decide if the pain and humiliation tops the arousal I feel!
-Barbara Moore
Tree