Whipper
Executioner
"Men sense it when women need whipping". Really? I have always the sensation they don't want to be whipped.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