sympazero2
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A Tiny (and Gentle) Whipping Story
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sympazero2
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I couldn't agree more...
Or less...
I'm not sure which.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Tiny Love Story
I dunno, four… five hundred lashes at least…
and she’s still conscious!
That’s it for me, I can’t move my arm…
What do you want to do with ‘er?
I’m telling you, if you don’t want ‘er,
I’m ready to cut ‘er down and marry ‘er!
I dunno, four… five hundred lashes at least…
and she’s still conscious!
That’s it for me, I can’t move my arm…
What do you want to do with ‘er?
I’m telling you, if you don’t want ‘er,
I’m ready to cut ‘er down and marry ‘er!
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Un événement quotidien
Among the very popular amenities at Chateau Roissy was the business lunch.
Guests for whom Roissy was unknown were very impressed by what they saw,
and generally more amenable to business ventures proposed by Members.
The most impressive aspect of the lunch was the Après-Dessert
visit to the coffee room, where Pierre the Valet was in charge.
Every day, whichever Roissy girl’s turn it was, would always
feel torn between the extremely generous tips
and the whippings she would have to suffer to earn them.
Additionally, the presence of neophyte Visitors always brought
danger for the girl – some men regarded the spectacle like a strip show –
trusting the more money they threw at Pierre
(with cries of “harder! HARDER!!”)
the greater the punishment he would inflict.
More than once, a Guest grabbed up a riding crop
and began whipping the girl before he could be restrained.
But even without those unfortunate occurrences most days it was virtually
certain the beating would end with the girl unconscious and bloody.
Among the very popular amenities at Chateau Roissy was the business lunch.
Guests for whom Roissy was unknown were very impressed by what they saw,
and generally more amenable to business ventures proposed by Members.
The most impressive aspect of the lunch was the Après-Dessert
visit to the coffee room, where Pierre the Valet was in charge.
Every day, whichever Roissy girl’s turn it was, would always
feel torn between the extremely generous tips
and the whippings she would have to suffer to earn them.
Additionally, the presence of neophyte Visitors always brought
danger for the girl – some men regarded the spectacle like a strip show –
trusting the more money they threw at Pierre
(with cries of “harder! HARDER!!”)
the greater the punishment he would inflict.
More than once, a Guest grabbed up a riding crop
and began whipping the girl before he could be restrained.
But even without those unfortunate occurrences most days it was virtually
certain the beating would end with the girl unconscious and bloody.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Q & A
Is this when the whipping starts?
Is this when the whipping starts?
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Pardon my Absence, Chaps and Chapettes, been busy...
A Tiny (and not-so-Mild) Whipping Story
Please, sir, can I have some more?
A little bit more...?
Just a touch more...?
Tha-a-a-at's it... Thanks!
A Tiny (and not-so-Mild) Whipping Story
Please, sir, can I have some more?
A little bit more...?
Just a touch more...?
Tha-a-a-at's it... Thanks!
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A last cigarette before she enters Roissy.
Her lover had told her over the phone she should expect to spend
at least three days in the chateau; that was not something she wanted to hear.
She told her lover she had a modeling gig lined up, couldn’t it wait?
Her lover became very quiet as he did when angry.
She tried to apologize, how could she make it up to him?
His answer was simple:
A business colleague of his was already lodged at the Chateau,
he would introduce himself to her, she was to obey his every instruction.
She shivered. She now expected to be severely punished for her impudence.
She didn’t like her back to be whipped; she was very sensitive to the lash.
She usually blacked out every two or three minutes,
and prayed that whoever was whipping her knew
enough to pause while she was unconscious.
Plus the welts could take weeks to heal, and her modeling
career would have to wait; but her lover knew that,
and hopefully would tell his friend to be careful.
In fact, her lover told his friend that she adored being back-whipped,
that he should spend three days and nights bull-whipping her
till she pretended to black out, and keep beating her until she "woke up".
Ignore the screams and the bloody welts and the blacking out;
Her lover had told her over the phone she should expect to spend
at least three days in the chateau; that was not something she wanted to hear.
She told her lover she had a modeling gig lined up, couldn’t it wait?
Her lover became very quiet as he did when angry.
She tried to apologize, how could she make it up to him?
His answer was simple:
A business colleague of his was already lodged at the Chateau,
he would introduce himself to her, she was to obey his every instruction.
She shivered. She now expected to be severely punished for her impudence.
She didn’t like her back to be whipped; she was very sensitive to the lash.
She usually blacked out every two or three minutes,
and prayed that whoever was whipping her knew
enough to pause while she was unconscious.
Plus the welts could take weeks to heal, and her modeling
career would have to wait; but her lover knew that,
and hopefully would tell his friend to be careful.
In fact, her lover told his friend that she adored being back-whipped,
that he should spend three days and nights bull-whipping her
till she pretended to black out, and keep beating her until she "woke up".
Ignore the screams and the bloody welts and the blacking out;
it’s all an act – she loves it!
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Polite Whipping Story
Oh, dear, I’ve cut you a little more than I meant to,
there's quite a lot of blood on your back... Okay,
might as well keep going – give you a few more, what?
(gif)
Listen, when I stop, there’s a little stream about 50 yards
downhill that way, could you go rinse off the blood before
you come in the house? Take the whips with you, rinse them too?
I’d rather you didn’t bleed all over my white carpets. Thanks!
Wow, my arm's getting tired, I'm gonna have to switch hands!
Listen, if you black out or something – it could happen – and you
wake up and I’m not here, remember what I said about the blood, okay?
OK! Another twenty strokes...? Nah, let's make it fifty!
And I’ll see you inside?
Oh, dear, I’ve cut you a little more than I meant to,
there's quite a lot of blood on your back... Okay,
might as well keep going – give you a few more, what?
(gif)
Listen, when I stop, there’s a little stream about 50 yards
downhill that way, could you go rinse off the blood before
you come in the house? Take the whips with you, rinse them too?
I’d rather you didn’t bleed all over my white carpets. Thanks!
Wow, my arm's getting tired, I'm gonna have to switch hands!
Listen, if you black out or something – it could happen – and you
wake up and I’m not here, remember what I said about the blood, okay?
OK! Another twenty strokes...? Nah, let's make it fifty!
And I’ll see you inside?
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Why does she date a guy dressed like that???
sympazero2
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I think he's her Uber driver.
(In L.A. they get to design their own tip.)
(In L.A. they get to design their own tip.)
(I've re-designed the post - hope it's better.)
Jon Smithie
Tribune
I know, right? I learned back in 1970 with "Love Story" that "Love means never having to say you're sorry." Now, forty nine years later, I learn that "Love is a gentle whip."
I'm confused. I don't know where to turn, or what to think. Wait a minute. . . wait a minute. . . Perhaps. . . just perhaps. . . they mean the same thing???
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
An Impolite Whipping Story
Laura knew what she faced. The other girls had briefed her on what to expect.
At first she was reassured by the casual flippancy of their descriptions, but then
little by little she realized she was different, a special case.
The Roissy girls were there to sexually amuse the members;
Laura had been sent by her lover to be presented to the members.
The Roissy girls were not there to be whipped… Laura was.
The first few blows from the dog-whip were painful, but not unbearably so.
She could survive this as proof to her lover of her devotion.
She was bent over a sofa and it felt as if only one man was whipping her...
Then she heard the other men – she thought about six – pick up their horse-whips and approach.
Then simultaneously, they struck!
Oh dear god, she thought. They’re going to kill me!
Laura knew what she faced. The other girls had briefed her on what to expect.
At first she was reassured by the casual flippancy of their descriptions, but then
little by little she realized she was different, a special case.
The Roissy girls were there to sexually amuse the members;
Laura had been sent by her lover to be presented to the members.
The Roissy girls were not there to be whipped… Laura was.
The first few blows from the dog-whip were painful, but not unbearably so.
She could survive this as proof to her lover of her devotion.
She was bent over a sofa and it felt as if only one man was whipping her...
Then she heard the other men – she thought about six – pick up their horse-whips and approach.
Then simultaneously, they struck!
Oh dear god, she thought. They’re going to kill me!
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Genteel Whipping Story
But your doctor friend…
...He’s not a doctor, he’s a Harley Street specialist, very discreet
and dashed expensive! What did Nigel say?
Yes, Sir Nigel. When he examined me said he thinks the welts and scars
on my lower back may take months to heal, perhaps as long as a year.
And what’s that to me? Man has a perfect legal right to flog his wife!
To take a stick to her if he feels the need – rule of thumb and all that!
He’s not suggesting we stop? Give up the practice?
No, dear husband, just to give me a small respite, a pause to…
…For how long? A week? S’pose I could hold off whipping you for a week…
The doctor…sorry, Sir Nigel, suggested three months…
Three months?! He’s joking, surely!
…to give the bloody welts a chance to close, to heal,
and the skin to restore itself, just three months…
And then I can resume?
Yes. If you still feel the need to, you can resume whipping me.
As hard as I want?
As hard as you want.
All right, I take his point. If we take a break for a while, it will mean
that much more enjoyment for us when we resume, what?
If you say so, my dear…
But I warn you, when we start again I’ll be whipping you three, four, five
times harder than before, to make up for lost time! You understand
that, don’t you? You accept a man has his rights and, of course, his needs?
Yes, dear, I accept it...
Very well, your back is safe from the bullwhip for three months.
Meanwhile what shall we do this weekend at the country house?
You know, I’ve never whipped your breasts, have I?
Oh, no…!
I thought not. I say, here’s an idea, I’ll send a note to Nigel,
invite him down for the weekend, then when you’re
strung up, hanging naked in the billiard room…
Oh, dear God, no!
What’s wrong, I thought you liked being strung up naked…?
I don’t! Please…!
Is it modesty? Good grief, he’s a medical man, he’s seen it all before!
Think of it, he can give us tips on the best whip to use on your bosoms!
Of course we needn’t limit ourselves to just whipping your breasts –
we can cane your nipples till they bleed! Imagine, we can cane all of you from
your neck to your knees - your perfectly virgin unmarked breasts,
your belly, your thighs, your cunny - black and blue stripes everywhere
just as long as we spare your back! And when my arm gets tired
Nigel can take over! I must remember to ask him how long is it safe
to continue whipping a girl after she's lost consciousness.
If he doesn't know we can experiment on you, trial and error, what?
I simply adore scientific research... My, isn’t this a splendid plan?
Now where’s that note-paper…?
Oh, dear God…
But your doctor friend…
...He’s not a doctor, he’s a Harley Street specialist, very discreet
and dashed expensive! What did Nigel say?
Yes, Sir Nigel. When he examined me said he thinks the welts and scars
on my lower back may take months to heal, perhaps as long as a year.
And what’s that to me? Man has a perfect legal right to flog his wife!
To take a stick to her if he feels the need – rule of thumb and all that!
He’s not suggesting we stop? Give up the practice?
No, dear husband, just to give me a small respite, a pause to…
…For how long? A week? S’pose I could hold off whipping you for a week…
The doctor…sorry, Sir Nigel, suggested three months…
Three months?! He’s joking, surely!
…to give the bloody welts a chance to close, to heal,
and the skin to restore itself, just three months…
And then I can resume?
Yes. If you still feel the need to, you can resume whipping me.
As hard as I want?
As hard as you want.
All right, I take his point. If we take a break for a while, it will mean
that much more enjoyment for us when we resume, what?
If you say so, my dear…
But I warn you, when we start again I’ll be whipping you three, four, five
times harder than before, to make up for lost time! You understand
that, don’t you? You accept a man has his rights and, of course, his needs?
Yes, dear, I accept it...
Very well, your back is safe from the bullwhip for three months.
Meanwhile what shall we do this weekend at the country house?
You know, I’ve never whipped your breasts, have I?
Oh, no…!
I thought not. I say, here’s an idea, I’ll send a note to Nigel,
invite him down for the weekend, then when you’re
strung up, hanging naked in the billiard room…
Oh, dear God, no!
What’s wrong, I thought you liked being strung up naked…?
I don’t! Please…!
Is it modesty? Good grief, he’s a medical man, he’s seen it all before!
Think of it, he can give us tips on the best whip to use on your bosoms!
Of course we needn’t limit ourselves to just whipping your breasts –
we can cane your nipples till they bleed! Imagine, we can cane all of you from
your neck to your knees - your perfectly virgin unmarked breasts,
your belly, your thighs, your cunny - black and blue stripes everywhere
just as long as we spare your back! And when my arm gets tired
Nigel can take over! I must remember to ask him how long is it safe
to continue whipping a girl after she's lost consciousness.
If he doesn't know we can experiment on you, trial and error, what?
I simply adore scientific research... My, isn’t this a splendid plan?
Now where’s that note-paper…?
Oh, dear God…
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Celluloid Whipping Story
“OK here’s where we shoot the whipping test.”
“Whipping? You're not gonna hurt me, are you?”
"No, hon, it’s only pretend. We fake it. If I was gonna
whip you for real, I’d have to pay you more…a lot more!”
“Really? Like how much more?”
“A lot. You wanna sit down and talk about it?”
“Sure…”
“You gotta understand, honey, I’m talking about real hard-core whipping,
fifty lashes with a horse-whip laid on anywhere on your body
so hard you could faint from the pain! Black and blue stripes all over you,
you won't be able to work for a month, you understand…?"
“I understand… How much?”
“OK here’s where we shoot the whipping test.”
“Whipping? You're not gonna hurt me, are you?”
"No, hon, it’s only pretend. We fake it. If I was gonna
whip you for real, I’d have to pay you more…a lot more!”
“Really? Like how much more?”
“A lot. You wanna sit down and talk about it?”
“Sure…”
“You gotta understand, honey, I’m talking about real hard-core whipping,
fifty lashes with a horse-whip laid on anywhere on your body
so hard you could faint from the pain! Black and blue stripes all over you,
you won't be able to work for a month, you understand…?"
“I understand… How much?”
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sympazero2
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A Cosmetic Whipping Story
(Life in the Big City)
"Is that the Lipstick Building out the the window?
Sure looks like it..."
One thing's likely, by the time they get through
with her tonight, her lipstick might be a little smudged.
(I wonder if her boss is paying her overtime.)(Life in the Big City)
"Is that the Lipstick Building out the the window?
Sure looks like it..."
One thing's likely, by the time they get through
with her tonight, her lipstick might be a little smudged.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
An Intriguing Whipping Story
At Chateau Roissy’s Saturday Night fashion show,
the Girl modeling the Thierry Mugler pierced nipple dress
was instructed after the show to go upstairs to the
Commandant’s private office and await further instructions.
The Valet escorting her there informed her that the Commandant
had taken a fancy to her and she should be honored because he
seldom took a personal interest… She should also prepare herself for
a severe whipping, but on what part of her body the Valet wouldn’t specify.
At Chateau Roissy’s Saturday Night fashion show,
the Girl modeling the Thierry Mugler pierced nipple dress
was instructed after the show to go upstairs to the
Commandant’s private office and await further instructions.
The Valet escorting her there informed her that the Commandant
had taken a fancy to her and she should be honored because he
seldom took a personal interest… She should also prepare herself for
a severe whipping, but on what part of her body the Valet wouldn’t specify.
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Less Intriguing Whipping Story
The instructions could not have been simpler:
Open your dress to prepare yourself for the whip,
then enter the elevator and press '3'.
You will be met.
The instructions could not have been simpler:
Open your dress to prepare yourself for the whip,
then enter the elevator and press '3'.
You will be met.
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sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
A Less Intriguing
more Philosophical
Whipping Story
more Philosophical
Whipping Story