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Studies in Cruciform 2.1349
Small Stories

That’s it, bend over the table. You know what’s going to happen now?

I think so.

Speak up! You think so or you know so?

I know so. You’re going to beat me with that cane.

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Very good. But not completely accurate. I'm going to beat you bloody with this cane.
Do you know how many stripes I’m going to give you?

No. As many as you want I suppose.

Also very good. I think I’ll let you see yourself when we’re half-way through.

Shall we begin?

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Oh, god, oh god!

She can’t help you now.

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Y'know I think I'll do a color version also,
it'll make a nice cover for your C.V.

(But be sure you mark it "half-way through",
I have a reputation to uphold.)​
Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
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Studies in Cruciform 2.1350
Small Stories

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She had been whipped before, many, many times.
But she knew she would never ever 'get used to it'
as a friend had warned her she would.
Certainly she had been beaten frequently enough
for her muscle memory to raise a cold sweat at the prospect.



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She hated and feared her lover’s snake-whips,
and even more his process in using them.

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He would inform her three days in advance that he intended to whip her.
He claimed this gave her time to prepare mentally,
but in reality it only gave her time to let the fear build.
(The whippings were not single events, but lasted several hours.)

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Over the months of her growing submission
(she would recognize later that her lover had been
grooming her for the whip from the first day they met)
she had developed a technique for surviving the
agony of the lash or crop while her lover was beating her.

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Though not always successful
(on some days he beat her so brutally she lost consciousness),
she managed to stay afloat by remembering the
thoughts of Pauline Reage’s O while she was being whipped…

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“O liked the idea of [whipping], but when she was
being [whipped] herself she would have betrayed the
whole world to escape it, and yet when it was over she was happy
to have gone through it, happier still if it
had been especially cruel and prolonged.”

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Today, she feared, would be especially cruel and prolonged.

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Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
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Studies in Cruciform 2.1352
Small Stories

They’re waiting, you say?

Yes, everyone’s at the club.

Not the wives, surely?

No, of course not, just the chaps, the members…

And the girl has dropped out?

‘Fraid so. Apparently she had a midday performance
which took rather more out of her than they expected.

Did they take her to hospital?

No, no, not necessary, several doctors in the audience.
She’ll be all right in a few days. A week at the most.

And I suppose you want me to fill in for her?

Awfully decent of you if you could.
Be a feather in my cap with the chaps.
They’ve sent a car…

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I’m to be naked, I imagine?

Umm, yes. Not a problem, is it?

How many strokes? Or should I ask first, what’s the instrument?
Not a bullwhip! Tell me it isn’t a bullwhip!

I’m afraid it is. Sorry. And the girl’s contract called for 100 strokes.
I suppose we should be prepared, since
you’re fresh, the Committee may request more.

I can probably take 150, or until I black out,
at which point you’ll stop them…!

Of course, of course! I won’t let it happen again! I swear!

All right. And Edward? This is the last time.​
Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
sympazero2 said:
Studies in Cruciform 2.1350
Small Stories

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She had been whipped before, many, many times.
But she knew she would never ever 'get used to it'
as a friend had warned her she would.
Certainly she had been beaten frequently enough
for her muscle memory to raise a cold sweat at the prospect.



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She hated and feared her lover’s snake-whips,
and even more his process in using them.

View attachment 613698
He would inform her three days in advance that he intended to whip her.
He claimed this gave her time to prepare mentally,
but in reality it only gave her time to let the fear build.
(The whippings were not single events, but lasted several hours.)

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Over the months of her growing submission
(she would recognize later that her lover had been
grooming her for the whip from the first day they met)
she had developed a technique for surviving the
agony of the lash or crop while her lover was beating her.

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Though not always successful
(on some days he beat her so brutally she lost consciousness),
she managed to stay afloat by remembering the
thoughts of Pauline Reage’s O while she was being whipped…

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“O liked the idea of [whipping], but when she was
being [whipped] herself she would have betrayed the
whole world to escape it, and yet when it was over she was happy
to have gone through it, happier still if it
had been especially cruel and prolonged.”

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Today, she feared, would be especially cruel and prolonged.

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Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
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This episode hints at something we haven't brought into the light much
in all our discussion of whipping and being whipped -
the almost fetishistic fascination maso-subs like me
can develop for the Whip itself - the sheer beauty of a well-made one,
the sensuous feel of it, the scent of leather (with hints of girl-sweat and blood),
its taste on lips and tongue, its whistle and crack....
we know how cruelly it hurts, yet we love the challenge, the arousal,
our dance and fight with it, knowing we'll be defeated,
but testing ourselves against its power....
 
Eulalia said:
This episode hints at something we haven't brought into the light much
in all our discussion of whipping and being whipped -
the almost fetishistic fascination maso-subs like me
can develop for the Whip itself - the sheer beauty of a well-made one,
the sensuous feel of it, the scent of leather (with hints of girl-sweat and blood),
its taste on lips and tongue, its whistle and crack....
we know how cruelly it hurts, yet we love the challenge, the arousal,
our dance and fight with it, knowing we'll be defeated,
but testing ourselves against its power....
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Long term members know Tree rarely uses whipping (or caning, or whatever). He just is too civil for that!
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Studies in Cruciform 2.1353
Even Smaller Stories

Get up! Get up and bend over that couch!
No, on second thoughts, STRIP!
Disrobe completely! Not a stitch remaining...

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...I want you naked and unprotected from head to toe,
for I mean to give you the thrashing of your life!!​

Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
Studies in Cruciform 2.1354
Even Smaller Stories

Oh, Roger, please don’t sulk! I was only joking.
You hit me much harder than my little sister Gertie!
How was I to know you were holding back - like
the gentleman you are! Look, let’s try again, shall we?

I chose this evening dress because the shoulder straps
slip off easily to my waist, baring front and back! Let’s go inside, please?

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The riding crop is in the umbrella stand by the front door,
the handle’s probably still warm. Please?

Look, I’ll make you a proposition.
I want you to beat me with all of your might,
until you draw blood - and beyond if you wish!

Thrash me until I lose consciousness, and beyond, if you feel the need!
All I care about is your happiness, Roger dearest.
Please, let’s go inside? Please…?
My bosoms beg for the caress of the crop!​

Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
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Studies in Cruciform 2.1355
Even Smaller Stories​

But why me? Just because I’m the new Mistress of the Manor…?

"Yes, and tradition is tradition, I’m afraid.
It’s just your rotten luck it falls on you, darling.
Every fifty years the women of the Village have the right to issue
a symbolic warning to their new Mistress to keep away from their men."

But I don’t want their men! Wait, they’re not involved in this, are they?

"No, only the women are allowed to “warn” you with a ceremonial birching."

What if I refuse?​

"Without the goodwill of the Village, the Estate would collapse.
We have no choice. Do you accept the ritual birching?"​

Yes, all right, I accept.

" You must swear."

I swear I shall accept the ritual birching...

"No matter how unpleasant or uncomfortable it becomes?"

I swear, darling, all right? I swear!
But why must I disrobe? It’s indecent!
This dress displays enough bare back for their silly birches, surely? ​

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"The rule is you must be completely unclad in order to render
all areas of your…person… accessible. And the birches aren’t silly.
They’re an ancient bundle of hardened birch and
calcified bull-rushes, over 300 years old and as hard as barbed wire.
I’m afraid they may do you some dreadful damage..."​

But you’ll be there to protect me, won't you! ​

"As Master of the Estate my role is limited to keeping time.
No woman may whip her mistress longer than five minutes,
I then take and pass the birch bundle to the next in line."​

Five minutes!? That’s enough time to flay the skin from my body!
Wait, you said 'all areas of my person'?
Is there no limit as to where they may strike me?

Regrettably, no. We must observe the old village rhyme:

Scourge where ye please,
Betwixt neck and knees.

Oh dear god! When and where...

...Tomorrow at midnight in the Great Manor Hall.

And I cannot protect myself?

No. The last rule, and the worst for you, is that you are
to be suspended naked by your wrists 12 inches from the floor
throughout the entire scourging.

Ahh... So the shortest among the women may reach all areas of my person?
And may I ask how many women are there? ​

Twenty-six. (she gasps) Plus me.

Good god! Plus you?? I don’t understand!​

As your lord and Master I must add my caution when the women are finished.
I must whip you soundly over your entire body for ten minutes…

You’re mad! You have tricked me! You mean to kill me!
How can you agree to inflict such pain
and torment on one who loves you?​

Don’t be afraid of the pain, beloved, no doubt you’ll be unconscious by then.
It will be all right, most Mistresses survive the ordeal, though I'm told
it may take several years for the welts to fully disappear…​
 
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Eulalia said:
when I was betrothed to Sir Jasper Stump-Whipple,
I must have been besotted with love -
why did my parents not warn me
of the weird ways of that ancient family?

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Ahhh, it's not the small print you need to have heeded, it’s the coat-of-arms! :confused:
 
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thehangingtree said:
Long term members know Tree rarely uses whipping (or caning, or whatever). He just is too civil for that!
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thehangingtree said:
Long term members know Tree rarely uses whipping (or caning, or whatever). He just is too civil for that!
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Define “rarely”.
Eulalia said:
when I was betrothed to Sir Jasper Stump-Whipple,
I must have been besotted with love -
why did my parents not warn me
of the weird ways of that ancient family?

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Ah yes, the Stump-Whipples!
Weird indeed! They had their own House Journal!
How well I remember their coverage of your Wedding Night!

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Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
Studies in Cruciform 2.1356
Small Stories​

But why, Mistress, must I be chastised? I have done nothing wrong!

"Aha, my child! It is precisely because you are innocent
your flesh is to be shredded by the razor tips of my cat-o-nine-tails!"

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I do not understand, Mistress!

"Yours is not to understand, yours is
but to receive a thousand cuts from my merciless whip!"

A thousand? But I shall surely die!

"And thus will you be worthy to sit at my
right hand in Paradise! Prepare yourself!"​
Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
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Studies in Cruciform 2.1357
Small Stories

Last night my upstairs neighbor came tapping at my door.
I let her in. She was wearing a terry bathrobe and boots.
She quickly shrugged off her bathrobe - now only boots.

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She offered me a heavy leather belt - a razor strop, massively thick and iron hard.

She confessed she had never been struck with a belt
and was curious to know how much it would hurt.
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I took it from her - it was indeed a frightening, vicious instrument.
I advised against it, warning her that in the hands of a Sadist
she could suffer real harm.

I showed her a photo of a girl with some ugly welts from a belt.
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Did she want me to strike her that hard?
No, she said, she wanted to be struck harder.

A half-hour later (after she regained consciousness),
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I helped her upstairs and put her to bed.
Curiosity satisfied, she thanked me, and asked
how soon she could visit me again?

Only next time, she said, she wanted to be whipped
with a bigger belt, and much, much harder.​
Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
 
sympazero2 said:
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Fascinated by 'The Slithering Shadow', I find it is a tale in the saga of Conan the Barbarian,
in which we encounter a delightful creature with the enticingslithering_shadow_by_benitogallego.jpgWeird-Tales-1933-09-003.jpgsavage-sword-the-slithering-shadow.jpg
name of Thog, who has taken a fancy to a young lady named Natalia...
 
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