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Whipping Stories (Sympazero)

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"Father Knows Best..."
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by Sympazero
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The first time your father whipped me was on our wedding night. He was hopelessly drunk but insanely brutal – I found out later he used a studded flogger on my breasts – I lost consciousness and didn’t surface till the morning.
He had his best man, a fellow doctor, standing by with units of blood in case I needed a transfusion… I did.

Twenty years later I still carry the original whip-scars on my nipples – they almost match the latest ones. Since then hardly a month goes by without some demand for whipping. Christmas and my birthday are the worst.

Surely he didn’t whip you when you were carrying me?

Actually, sad to report, he was especially savage then – he bull-whipped my breasts almost every night of my pregnancy.

Not your belly!

No, he spared you in my belly, but nowhere else. He shredded my back down to my backside, caned my thighs till they poured blood, but my breasts took the worst! After you were born, I couldn’t produce milk – we had to hire a wet-nurse.

God, how awful. Am I the first person you’ve told?

Yes, and the last.

What if I talked to him?

He’ll deny it. Anyhow, it’s too late for me. He says if he stopped, I’d miss it.
He’s probably right. A few years ago when he fell ill--

--Yes, I remember he was in hospital…

…Hmm, the first time in my married life I wasn’t beaten regularly. For weeks I was in agony - the lack of breast-whippings hurt worse than when he used the thick bamboo cane on them.

He says he’ll whip me on my deathbed, and I’ll thank him… He’s probably right about that too. Not to alarm you, but lately I’ve seen him deep in conversation with your fiancé Richard. I think you should prepare yourself to be beaten by him. Your wedding night could be bad, you should be ready.

But I love Richard. I shouldn’t mind being whipped a little.

Ah! Therein lies the problem. The more you love them, the harsher the whippings.

Will it hurt?

Listen to yourself; you’ve already accepted the whip as inevitable!

Does it? Hurt?

Yes, it hurts? It will be agony until you start getting used to it. But pray, and I speak from experience, pray you don’t get so used to it you begin to crave it. Men sense it when women need whipping, when they need to be whipped in extremis… Then the beatings become excruciating.

But when…? Where?

Where does your father whip me? Usually in the wine cellar when you and the servants are asleep. It’s almost soundproof. While you were away at college he didn’t bother with discretion – he just threw a rope over the dining room chandelier and hung me up by the wrists and beat me for an hour or so. Those are the bad nights. The worst part of it is when he finally lets me down, I have to clean up the puddles of my own blood.

Blood? I don’t unders—he whips you naked?

What do you think? Of course naked!

Omigod, when does he do this?

Actually he’s overdue…any day now. Ask him if you can watch the next session.
In fact you could ask to take part – I think I can probably predict his answer!

The End
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Sympazero



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"Men sense it when women need whipping". Really? I have always the sensation they don't want to be whipped. :)
 
Well, there were lots of virgin martyrs tortured in interesting ways - Agatha, Lucia, Blandina, Candida, etc. etc., and a millennium later St Catherine of Siena was surely a patron saint of masochists (rivalling Spain's Teresa of Avila). But I can't recall that any of them were whipped (though maybe that was taken for granted?) How many Italian women are into being whipped today I've no way of knowing, though I notice an online article based on a survey of a sample of s/m in Italy that included > 100 female volunteers, predominantly maso.
 
Eulalia said:
Well, there were lots of virgin martyrs tortured in interesting ways - Agatha, Lucia, Blandina, Candida, etc. etc., and a millennium later St Catherine of Siena was surely a patron saint of masochists (rivalling Spain's Teresa of Avila). But I can't recall that any of them were whipped (though maybe that was taken for granted?) How many Italian women are into being whipped today I've no way of knowing, though I notice an online article based on a survey of a sample of s/m in Italy that included > 100 female volunteers, predominantly maso.
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100 in Italy it means 0,125 each cities. :)
 
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Thongs
by Sympazero

She hears – albeit faintly through the door – praises heaped on her lover;
evidently the occupants of the room are pleased by his presentation.
Though clearly she is not the first girl he has brought to the Chateau,
this is her first experience here. She hears her lover promise many visits.

Half-proud and half-fearful, she hangs on for security to the thongs
attached to her leather choker (another first). Little does she know that in
a minute the thongs will be tied around her wrists, doubly securing her to
the large metal hook depending from the ceiling in the middle of the library.
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PATIENCE
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by Sympazero
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She’s been told to wait. What for, they didn't say.
Her back hurts. A lot.
She hopes they don't whip her again, but she heard
one of them say they should use the 'heavy bull' on her.

She can hear girls crying in other parts
of the house; one of them is screaming;
she hopes they're not using the heavy whip on her.
Whatever else they’re going to do to her,
she wishes they’d hurry up.
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SMILE PLEASE!
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"So you don’t care what happens to them?"
The pictures? No, I just take them,
hand them over, cash the checks.
"And you don't care what happens to me?"
Not really. Your husband hired me—
"--He’s not my husband, he’s my Master…my Owner…"
…Whatever, he hired me to shoot a
‘before and after’ session. I cover you nude,
featuring your unmarked skin, then
I go to lunch. I come back an hour later
and shoot the ‘after’ session.
"You mean 'after the whipping'? You do know
I’ll probably be hanging unconscious
from the ceiling, covered in bloody whip marks?"
Smile please!
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Courtesy
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She asked them if they would be kind enough
to remove her nipple rings. The last time she had
forgotten to ask and of course when they inserted
the giant dildo gag in her throat, as they planned
to today, it was too late and the studded floggers
(there were four men whipping her that day),
ripped-out the nipple-rings in seconds.

They agreed and told the
assistant to remove the rings.
“Wait a moment” One of them – the man
whose first time this was, asked a question:
“If I give you five thousand dollars extra,
can you leave the rings in place?
She thought a moment.
I'd also like, with your permission, to use a bull-whip?
“There’ll be an awful lot of blood…”
The man shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t mind.”
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The Hostess
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(By Sympazero)
Six months ago, they had agreed to terms.
Her lover would stay in the relationship on
condition she submitted to his physical demands;
which included limitless corporal punishment,
more often than not of skin-splitting severity,
(these days he used only the short bullwhip on her)
and to the even more brutish
demands of his drinking buddies.

She was by now accustomed to the pain and
humiliation, but the cruelty and contempt were
growing exponentially and, she suspected, he had
started taking money from his savage friends.

Today was her birthday he reminded her…
She should expect about a "dozen of the guys".

AFTER
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NOW VOYAGER
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By Sympazero

Sir Stephan is going to Bangkok tomorrow
morning on business for three months.
So, he has explained to O, tonight’s whipping
sessions will be… special… so as to remind her of
what she’s missing; and of course to remind her
of how severely she will be punished upon his return.

Meanwhile his maid Nora is instructed to
crop O (nude of course) every morning for
thirty minutes on O's back and thighs, and
to lay on the short-bullwhip to her breasts
for a full hour on Sundays, during which she will
be allowed two intermissions of five minutes each.

Stephan steps forward,
"Are you ready for your second session?"
Can I have a sip of water, please," O asks.
"Of course, of course, anything for my beloved O...
(Stephan lifts the cup to O's lips...)

Only three more sessions to go. After this one."
"How many more?" O whispers?
"Just three more...are you ready?"
Breathless, confused, O nods her head.
"Then let’s begin again, shall we?"
Stephan leans over, kisses O on the mouth, and strikes!
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The END



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Green Card
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Binh Nguyen is eighteen, Saigon-born and …
quite surprised by what has happened to her in
the last six months. Her father
(who loves her, he says,) just threw
a huge wedding in Los Angeles.
Greg, the man she just married,
very wealthy and handsome, announces,
as he’s walking her down the aisle,
there’s a tradition in his family.

They arrive back at the Hotel suite –
(having taken the whole hotel)
Greg continues: the tradition involves
all the men of his family – in a
minute they’ll all start filtering through
that door to “pay their respects” to the Bride
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Meanwhile could she kneel down?
Quick, here comes Uncle Bob, and
he's brought his big bull-whip! Ah, tradition!
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By Sympazero​
 
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