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Juan1234
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The man took his place standing beside the girl, facing her backside, a many-tailed, knotted leather whip in his hand.
"Begin," he said, and immediately, his partner began counting.
"One, two, three, four,"
CRACK!! The whip came down hard on the girl's flanks, leaving a red-pink trail in her flesh. She screamed, and already the counting had resumed: "One, two..."
She lifted her bottom from her heels and pressed her chest to the ground, cocking back her hips and arching her back so that her vulva came clearly into view.
"Three, four..."
But as the whoosh of the whip came behind her, she groaned with indecision, her feet kicking in distress, and just as it approached, she lost her nerve, squeezing her buttocks together and tucking her hips under her to protect herself. That one hadn't counted either.
"...two, three, four"
SLAP!! And the scream.
"...two, three, four"
CRACK!! She still had thirty lashes to go.
Finally, on the fifth stroke, she managed to hold her position of utmost vulnerability long enough to take the whip's full burning fury squarely on her exposed sex. Her squeal quickly turned to a guttural roar as she collapsed onto her side, curled up in a ball. She took the next three strokes in this position. Twenty-nine to go.
It had been years since Anjali had seen this type of punishment, and she was less numb to it than she had expected to be. The camera image shook.
"...two, three..."
The girl returned to all-fours, spread her legs and cocked her hips back as far as she could, once more presenting her naked vulva for the lash.
SLAP!! It caught her squarely, and again she collapsed. After this, she managed to hold a rhythm, taking one lash to her private parts, then curling up and taking two lashes on her back or thighs, then getting up to take another lash on her sex.
By the twentieth counted stroke, she needed the time of three or four lashes to her back and thighs before she could summon the strength to present her womanhood again, and she lay there taking almost a dozen lashes after the twenty-eighth. But once she managed to get into position for the twenty-ninth, she took it without collapsing, only thrusting herself forward with a shriek and clenching her buttocks. By the count of four, she was back with her legs spread, her intimate parts bared to the lash.
CRACK!! It was especially hard, and she screamed even louder and longer, collapsing into a ball to sob.
Anjali stopped recording, unblinking eyes dry as her cotton mouth.
"Begin," he said, and immediately, his partner began counting.
"One, two, three, four,"
CRACK!! The whip came down hard on the girl's flanks, leaving a red-pink trail in her flesh. She screamed, and already the counting had resumed: "One, two..."
She lifted her bottom from her heels and pressed her chest to the ground, cocking back her hips and arching her back so that her vulva came clearly into view.
"Three, four..."
But as the whoosh of the whip came behind her, she groaned with indecision, her feet kicking in distress, and just as it approached, she lost her nerve, squeezing her buttocks together and tucking her hips under her to protect herself. That one hadn't counted either.
"...two, three, four"
SLAP!! And the scream.
"...two, three, four"
CRACK!! She still had thirty lashes to go.
Finally, on the fifth stroke, she managed to hold her position of utmost vulnerability long enough to take the whip's full burning fury squarely on her exposed sex. Her squeal quickly turned to a guttural roar as she collapsed onto her side, curled up in a ball. She took the next three strokes in this position. Twenty-nine to go.
It had been years since Anjali had seen this type of punishment, and she was less numb to it than she had expected to be. The camera image shook.
"...two, three..."
The girl returned to all-fours, spread her legs and cocked her hips back as far as she could, once more presenting her naked vulva for the lash.
SLAP!! It caught her squarely, and again she collapsed. After this, she managed to hold a rhythm, taking one lash to her private parts, then curling up and taking two lashes on her back or thighs, then getting up to take another lash on her sex.
By the twentieth counted stroke, she needed the time of three or four lashes to her back and thighs before she could summon the strength to present her womanhood again, and she lay there taking almost a dozen lashes after the twenty-eighth. But once she managed to get into position for the twenty-ninth, she took it without collapsing, only thrusting herself forward with a shriek and clenching her buttocks. By the count of four, she was back with her legs spread, her intimate parts bared to the lash.
CRACK!! It was especially hard, and she screamed even louder and longer, collapsing into a ball to sob.
Anjali stopped recording, unblinking eyes dry as her cotton mouth.