windar
Teller of Tales
depends on the whipping - there's the slap across my shoulders
that just says "keep up the rhythm, girl, keep up the rate!",
there's the sharper stroke around my ribs that says,
"you're slacking, slut, wake up!",
and there's the vicious lash that curls round and bites my breasts
that tells me "you're meat now - a waste of space on the rowing bench,
you'll just go on suffering till you drop..."
But I look at it from the floggers perspective. To have to spend all day watching slaves and whipping them periodically is a pain in the ass. Better to give them their quota, relax and spend the day drinking beer and getting laid and then check at the end of the day and punish those who deserve it (and any more you feel like punishing just for fun) all at once.
It's damn cheeky of you to put your needs ahead of others...