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I’d like the register a complaint about the draftiness of the required formal dinner attire
Some Women are condemned to live in hope.
And draughts.
(or drafts)
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Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
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Some Women are condemned to live in hope.
And draughts.
(or drafts)
Request rejected! The dresses being very well.I’d like the register a complaint about the draftiness of the required formal dinner attire
sympazero2
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Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men...?
The Shadow knows!"
1940s Radio SerialWhipping Stories (Sympazero)
"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men...?
The Shadow knows!"
Intro'd by Orson Welles
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sympazero2
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Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Elspeth agreed to terms before going upstairs with the Priest
(he wasn’t wearing his collar but Elspeth knew).
As a good catholic girl, she gave the sickly elderly cleric
a favorable rate, what harm could he do?
Plus he promised he would be gentle with her.
He even let her pick the instrument of chastisement.
She chose the riding crop.
Elspeth would regret her generosity for almost a month…
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Elspeth agreed to terms before going upstairs with the Priest
(he wasn’t wearing his collar but Elspeth knew).
As a good catholic girl, she gave the sickly elderly cleric
a favorable rate, what harm could he do?
Plus he promised he would be gentle with her.
He even let her pick the instrument of chastisement.
She chose the riding crop.
Elspeth would regret her generosity for almost a month…
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Extremely Short
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Oh, you silly girl.
No, being young and inexperienced isn’t an excuse.
You’re about to be whipped – how gently or playfully –
or how unkindly and savagely the whipping, you will reach
a point where it’s no longer fun and you will want it to stop!
(GIF)
The bad news: a Groan is not a safe-word; even a pathetic,
pleading, begging (albeit muffled) Scream is not a safe-word.
Only a safe-word is a safe-word, and you’ve just given yours away.
You silly girl.
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Oh, you silly girl.
No, being young and inexperienced isn’t an excuse.
You’re about to be whipped – how gently or playfully –
or how unkindly and savagely the whipping, you will reach
a point where it’s no longer fun and you will want it to stop!
(GIF)
The bad news: a Groan is not a safe-word; even a pathetic,
pleading, begging (albeit muffled) Scream is not a safe-word.
Only a safe-word is a safe-word, and you’ve just given yours away.
You silly girl.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Extremely Short
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Sir, may I ask a question?
Of course, you may, birthday girl. What is it?
You said I was going to be punished tonight.
You are. For your birthday. Punished severely. Why?
But why are there… there must be 12 or 15
people in the living room? And they're all carrying whips? Why?
Why do you think? I didn’t say I was going to punish you, did I?
Are they all going to whip me? At the same time?
Well, of course. That’s why I invited them.
And please darling, try not to faint too soon,
I don’t want you to miss the cake.
Of course, you may, birthday girl. What is it?
You said I was going to be punished tonight.
You are. For your birthday. Punished severely. Why?
But why are there… there must be 12 or 15
people in the living room? And they're all carrying whips? Why?
Why do you think? I didn’t say I was going to punish you, did I?
Are they all going to whip me? At the same time?
Well, of course. That’s why I invited them.
And please darling, try not to faint too soon,
I don’t want you to miss the cake.
sympazero2
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Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
This was posted on the Roissy Members' Bar
Notice Board about six months ago.
It was just re-posted with more detail:
Free Shipping
This was posted on the Roissy Members' Bar
Notice Board about six months ago.
It was just re-posted with more detail:
Free Shipping
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Whipping Stories (Sympazero)
Gabrielle should never have never gone for a “walk in the woods” alone.
Not that there was any lethal danger, but there was
enough threat of painful injury, especially now that
Billy-Bob Wilson had caught up with her.
It had been a running joke for years at the BDSM Swingers Club she,
her husband Harry and Billy-Bob all belonged to.
Everyone, including Harry, laughed when B-B
threatened that one day he would love
to whip her small perfect breasts to ribbons!
But Gabrielle didn’t laugh, she sensed his obsession was real
and some day he planned to do just that,
to whip her breasts to shreds!
Was today the day??
She tried a bluff:
She said she was meeting husband Harry at the top of the hill.
B-B called her bluff, he’d seen Harry heading off to play a round of golf,
and in fact he’d asked for permission
to "play around" with Gabrielle – but not of golf.
You want to know what Harry said?
"Use her in good health, but don’t bleed her too much."
Arriving at the hilltop, Gabrielle saw the ropes, pre-tied around the big oak
and the variety of lethal-looking whips leaning against the trunk;
she knew she was in for it.
Now B-B is tying her wrists together - at the back!
Now she can only be tied to the tree facing-out,
all the whipping is going to be frontal!
Gabrielle gasped! B-B's dream -and her nightmare - about to come true!
Her breasts were already aching terribly in anticipation.
If there was any doubt of his intentions, it vanished with his whisper:
"Today's the day your tiny tits get to meet my barbed-wire flogger!
Don’t worry, I also brought along some bandages
and a couple of pints of blood
– your type, I checked –
and I know how to give a transfusion!”
Not that there was any lethal danger, but there was
enough threat of painful injury, especially now that
Billy-Bob Wilson had caught up with her.
It had been a running joke for years at the BDSM Swingers Club she,
her husband Harry and Billy-Bob all belonged to.
Everyone, including Harry, laughed when B-B
threatened that one day he would love
to whip her small perfect breasts to ribbons!
But Gabrielle didn’t laugh, she sensed his obsession was real
and some day he planned to do just that,
to whip her breasts to shreds!
Was today the day??
She tried a bluff:
She said she was meeting husband Harry at the top of the hill.
B-B called her bluff, he’d seen Harry heading off to play a round of golf,
and in fact he’d asked for permission
to "play around" with Gabrielle – but not of golf.
You want to know what Harry said?
"Use her in good health, but don’t bleed her too much."
Arriving at the hilltop, Gabrielle saw the ropes, pre-tied around the big oak
and the variety of lethal-looking whips leaning against the trunk;
she knew she was in for it.
Now B-B is tying her wrists together - at the back!
Now she can only be tied to the tree facing-out,
all the whipping is going to be frontal!
Gabrielle gasped! B-B's dream -and her nightmare - about to come true!
Her breasts were already aching terribly in anticipation.
If there was any doubt of his intentions, it vanished with his whisper:
"Today's the day your tiny tits get to meet my barbed-wire flogger!
Don’t worry, I also brought along some bandages
and a couple of pints of blood
– your type, I checked –
and I know how to give a transfusion!”
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Studies in Cruciform
A Short Story:
A week later and the girls at Roissy now know
who Gertrude is, and they feel sorry for her.
They know her desperate-for-money husband had left her there
last week to be used, or abused by any and all of the Members.
But through a miscommunication, everyone stayed away from her,
thinking she was the wife of one of the Society Officers;
with the result that she was ignored, made no tips and left Roissy empty-handed.
Now she's back, and her husband has made her situation clear.
She is to be abused as severely as the members wish.
He spent money on her elegant lace collar - intending it to draw
attention to her lovely bosoms. Bosoms he wants to see cruelly
whipped by evening's end. She promises she will do her best.
A Short Story:
A week later and the girls at Roissy now know
who Gertrude is, and they feel sorry for her.
They know her desperate-for-money husband had left her there
last week to be used, or abused by any and all of the Members.
But through a miscommunication, everyone stayed away from her,
thinking she was the wife of one of the Society Officers;
with the result that she was ignored, made no tips and left Roissy empty-handed.
Now she's back, and her husband has made her situation clear.
She is to be abused as severely as the members wish.
He spent money on her elegant lace collar - intending it to draw
attention to her lovely bosoms. Bosoms he wants to see cruelly
whipped by evening's end. She promises she will do her best.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Studies in Cruciform
An Extremely Short Whipping Story:
Interesting how quickly an intellectual exchange...
...can devolve into a genuine literary contest.
(GIF)
An Extremely Short Whipping Story:
Interesting how quickly an intellectual exchange...
...can devolve into a genuine literary contest.
(GIF)
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Longer Than Usual Whipping Story:
"Saturday Night at the Whipping Club"
The Naked Blonde strapped to the two iron
stools is about to get whipped bloody;
"Saturday Night at the Whipping Club"
The Naked Blonde strapped to the two iron
stools is about to get whipped bloody;
But she has the compensation of knowing
something all the other laughing girls don’t:
They’re next.
something all the other laughing girls don’t:
They’re next.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Longer Than Usual Whipping Story:
"I'm going to put a gag in your mouth, O,
because I'd like to whip you till I draw blood.
Do I have your permission?"
"I'm yours," O said.
The welts on O's body took almost a month to disappear.
In places where the skin had been broken, she still bore
the traces of slightly whiter lines, like very old scars.
If ever she were inclined to forget where they came from,
the attitude of René and Sir Stephen were there to remind her.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Another Short Whipping Story
Cherie--
--You don’t have to say it…
Say what?
You’re leaving now, but before you go you’d like to see
me whipped. But this time you’ll ask my permission.
How did you know?
(the girl shrugs)
Well, what’s your answer?
Do I have a choice?
Oh yes, there’s always a choice.
You mean the choice of leaving Roissy if I refuse a command.
Well?
I have no other place to go. I have to grant permission.
And when you summon Pierre to come whip me, he'll…
…What…?
...He’ll whip me all the more brutally for questioning the rules…
And you will encourage him -- Harder! Harder! Until I bleed or faint!
You want to hear me scream, don’t you?
Yes.
Then send for Pierre…
Cherie--
--You don’t have to say it…
Say what?
You’re leaving now, but before you go you’d like to see
me whipped. But this time you’ll ask my permission.
How did you know?
(the girl shrugs)
Well, what’s your answer?
Do I have a choice?
Oh yes, there’s always a choice.
You mean the choice of leaving Roissy if I refuse a command.
Well?
I have no other place to go. I have to grant permission.
And when you summon Pierre to come whip me, he'll…
…What…?
...He’ll whip me all the more brutally for questioning the rules…
And you will encourage him -- Harder! Harder! Until I bleed or faint!
You want to hear me scream, don’t you?
Yes.
Then send for Pierre…
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Auctioneer's sing-song: Let me start it here would you give two thousand dollars,
well then give a thousand. I’ve got a thousand, now a thousand and a quarter.
Would you give a thousand and a quarter? Now a thousand and a half.
A thousand and a half, would you give one seventy-five, one seventy-five
now two thousand. Two thousand now two and a quarter, anyone else give two and a quarter….
[one minute later]
A virgin, gennilmen! A virgin! Takes a good whuppin’ I’m told!
Them whup-marks on 'er back she came by the hard way!
We all done at fifty thousand? OK! Goin’ once… goin’ twice!
SOLD at fifty thousand! Whup ‘er once for me!
sympazero2
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Okay! Okay! What am I bid??
Bidder: Will you throw in the leash?
Absolutely! The leash does double-duty! She starts to act up,
you unclip the leash and lay it hard across her back!
It gets their attention, trust me! Awright! What am I bid?
Bidder: Will you throw in the leash?
Absolutely! The leash does double-duty! She starts to act up,
you unclip the leash and lay it hard across her back!
It gets their attention, trust me! Awright! What am I bid?
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Gibbs505
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Another Whipping Story
Oh, god... You're going to use the bullwhip...!??
(no answer)
...And I saw in the glove compartment
you've brought bandages and iodine.
How hard are you going to whip me?
Very hard, my love, harder than I ever have. Prepare yourself.
But I thought you loved me.
I do love you, you’re my wife.
You say you love me but you want to hurt me?
I don’t understand. You're going to whip me bloody, aren't you?
It's true, you don’t understand.
The more pain you suffer, the greater my love.
It’s because I love you I’m going to whip you
until the blood pours from your wounds...
Are you going to gag me?
Why? I picked this spot carefully. We’re miles from anybody.
No, I want to hear you scream. I expect you'll black out after a half-hour or so...
A half-hour!? Then you'll stop?
I'll stop whipping you while your unconscious, I'm not a beast.
No, I'll let you recover your senses then... begin again.
Oh, god!
If you black out five or six times, and you don't lose
too much blood, you'll probably last until dark.
Oh, please god, no!
...Anyway that's when I booked the club's private ambulance for.
Oh, sweet Jesus!!
Are you ready, my love?
Y-Y-Yes...!
Oh, god... You're going to use the bullwhip...!??
(no answer)
...And I saw in the glove compartment
you've brought bandages and iodine.
How hard are you going to whip me?
Very hard, my love, harder than I ever have. Prepare yourself.
But I thought you loved me.
I do love you, you’re my wife.
You say you love me but you want to hurt me?
I don’t understand. You're going to whip me bloody, aren't you?
It's true, you don’t understand.
The more pain you suffer, the greater my love.
It’s because I love you I’m going to whip you
until the blood pours from your wounds...
Are you going to gag me?
Why? I picked this spot carefully. We’re miles from anybody.
No, I want to hear you scream. I expect you'll black out after a half-hour or so...
A half-hour!? Then you'll stop?
I'll stop whipping you while your unconscious, I'm not a beast.
No, I'll let you recover your senses then... begin again.
Oh, god!
If you black out five or six times, and you don't lose
too much blood, you'll probably last until dark.
Oh, please god, no!
...Anyway that's when I booked the club's private ambulance for.
Oh, sweet Jesus!!
Are you ready, my love?
Y-Y-Yes...!
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Another Whipping Story
(Strong - not for faint-hearted)
"Waiting at Roissy"
(Strong - not for faint-hearted)
"Waiting at Roissy"
It had been three months since the encounter. It had taken all of
those three months for her breasts to heal completely.
He had paid for the best surgeon in Paris to perform the surgery.
The thin white scars and micro-stitches were all but invisible.
He had told her to wait by the window. When she saw him arriving
she was to hurry to the pre-arranged room, there to undress completely
and to wait to hand him the crop; the special crop, forged in Spain;
thirty-six inches of Toledo steel, covered in fine black leather.
He kept her waiting in the room for thirty minutes,
a deliberate act to increase her fear, as if the girl
was not already nearing a state of dry-throated terror.
Finally, he entered the room and locked the door behind him.
She was quite naked now, standing at attention in the middle of the bedroom,
her shoulders back, chest presented and, truth be told, her teeth chattering in fear.
He advanced; she offered him the dreadful implement.
He took it and, without a word, smashed it across her waiting breasts.
The first crimson weal appeared instantly, evenly across both nipples,
to be followed by matching threads of liquid crimson.
The girl gasped and fainted on the carpet.
With ease he picked her up and deposited her on the bed.
those three months for her breasts to heal completely.
He had paid for the best surgeon in Paris to perform the surgery.
The thin white scars and micro-stitches were all but invisible.
He had told her to wait by the window. When she saw him arriving
she was to hurry to the pre-arranged room, there to undress completely
and to wait to hand him the crop; the special crop, forged in Spain;
thirty-six inches of Toledo steel, covered in fine black leather.
He kept her waiting in the room for thirty minutes,
a deliberate act to increase her fear, as if the girl
was not already nearing a state of dry-throated terror.
Finally, he entered the room and locked the door behind him.
She was quite naked now, standing at attention in the middle of the bedroom,
her shoulders back, chest presented and, truth be told, her teeth chattering in fear.
He advanced; she offered him the dreadful implement.
He took it and, without a word, smashed it across her waiting breasts.
The first crimson weal appeared instantly, evenly across both nipples,
to be followed by matching threads of liquid crimson.
The girl gasped and fainted on the carpet.
With ease he picked her up and deposited her on the bed.
He would wait for her to recover consciousness,
he was a gentleman after all, then he would administer
the next blow; the first of dozens, perhaps hundreds,
if carefully distributed, or if he chose to strike elsewhere
on the young girl's pale, slender body that evening.
He removed his coat, folded it and placed it on the bureau.
Next he lit a small cigar and studied the comatose girl.
It was likely she would black out many times in the
coming hours, but he was a patient man.
His last encounter with her had lasted four hours.
This one he hoped would last six to eight.
If she showed real distress, the private ambulance was waiting
behind the Chateau and a local (discreet) doctor was on call till dawn.
The girl was surfacing, moaning quietly.
He picked up the crop again and advanced.
he was a gentleman after all, then he would administer
the next blow; the first of dozens, perhaps hundreds,
if carefully distributed, or if he chose to strike elsewhere
on the young girl's pale, slender body that evening.
He removed his coat, folded it and placed it on the bureau.
Next he lit a small cigar and studied the comatose girl.
It was likely she would black out many times in the
coming hours, but he was a patient man.
His last encounter with her had lasted four hours.
This one he hoped would last six to eight.
If she showed real distress, the private ambulance was waiting
behind the Chateau and a local (discreet) doctor was on call till dawn.
The girl was surfacing, moaning quietly.
He picked up the crop again and advanced.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Another Whipping Story
Family Ties
Family Ties
She had hinted to him subtly for years.
More so as all sexual life vanished with her husband’s illness.
Her hunger for human contact was a driving, gnawing thing,
a burning heat within. She spoke directly of her urgent needs
to the young man a few days after her husband’s funeral.
They had run into each other at the market
(though he suspected she engineered the meeting).
Did he think she was perverse? They both laughed at that.
He was actually surprised at how unperturbed he felt at the prospect.
Yes, he was willing to try it. They could count on each other’s
discretion, he had known her all his life
and he and his wife lived nearby.
Yes. Let’s try it tomorrow afternoon.
Next day before they began she asked what his
wife Susie thought of their experiment.
He assured her Susie was all for it and
willing to step in if he was otherwise busy.
That made them laugh more than they expected.
Now she asked if he had everything he needed?
He did. She smiled her gentle sweet smile and
left the room for a moment. She returned, naked.
He was impressed by her 65-yr-old beauty and said so.
“I’m ready, son. I’ll try not to scream too much…”
“All right, mom, here goes…”
And he swung the horsewhip hard across her breasts…
(three weeks later)
The session lasted longer than expected; their experiment
covered 'more territory' than they had anticipated.
As he was leaving, she kissed him and elicited
his promise to be there again tomorrow.
He suggested he bring Susie with him, they had opened up some pretty
good single-tail whip cuts on her back and Susie was a whiz with a BandAid.
His mom wondered mischievously if Susie might be persuaded to try the horse-whip.
"Giving or taking?" he asked.
"Why not both?" was the response.
“You know, mom, I love the way you look in whip-stripes,
I think you should wear them every day from now on…
In fact, I insist! I never want to see you naked ever again
unless your body is covered in whip-marks! Do you swear?"
"I swear. If you're the who puts them there! Or Susie!
I swear I'll go to my grave covered in whip-welts!"
"Though you will have to make some adjustments...”
“Pity”, she said, “I’ll miss swimming with my grand-kids…
But I’ll survive… See you tomorrow?”
More so as all sexual life vanished with her husband’s illness.
Her hunger for human contact was a driving, gnawing thing,
a burning heat within. She spoke directly of her urgent needs
to the young man a few days after her husband’s funeral.
They had run into each other at the market
(though he suspected she engineered the meeting).
Did he think she was perverse? They both laughed at that.
He was actually surprised at how unperturbed he felt at the prospect.
Yes, he was willing to try it. They could count on each other’s
discretion, he had known her all his life
and he and his wife lived nearby.
Yes. Let’s try it tomorrow afternoon.
Next day before they began she asked what his
wife Susie thought of their experiment.
He assured her Susie was all for it and
willing to step in if he was otherwise busy.
That made them laugh more than they expected.
Now she asked if he had everything he needed?
He did. She smiled her gentle sweet smile and
left the room for a moment. She returned, naked.
He was impressed by her 65-yr-old beauty and said so.
“I’m ready, son. I’ll try not to scream too much…”
“All right, mom, here goes…”
And he swung the horsewhip hard across her breasts…
(three weeks later)
The session lasted longer than expected; their experiment
covered 'more territory' than they had anticipated.
As he was leaving, she kissed him and elicited
his promise to be there again tomorrow.
He suggested he bring Susie with him, they had opened up some pretty
good single-tail whip cuts on her back and Susie was a whiz with a BandAid.
His mom wondered mischievously if Susie might be persuaded to try the horse-whip.
"Giving or taking?" he asked.
"Why not both?" was the response.
“You know, mom, I love the way you look in whip-stripes,
I think you should wear them every day from now on…
In fact, I insist! I never want to see you naked ever again
unless your body is covered in whip-marks! Do you swear?"
"I swear. If you're the who puts them there! Or Susie!
I swear I'll go to my grave covered in whip-welts!"
"Though you will have to make some adjustments...”
“Pity”, she said, “I’ll miss swimming with my grand-kids…
But I’ll survive… See you tomorrow?”
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