Walking over to where Pet hung Master Paul asked her if she was ready and doing this of her own free will.
“Yes” Was her only answer.
Stepping back Master Paul took his measure of the distance between himself and Pet.
Drawing back his arm his wrist flicked the whip in a slow manner that sent the leather across the distance.
As it wrapped once around her waist the tip ended its journey against the right cheek of her bottom.
At impact Pet let a small whimper escape her lips.
Mistress Martha walked up to her and once again asked if she was OK and willing to continue.
Again Pet’s answer was yes.
Stepping away Mistress Martha nodded to Master Paul.
Again and again the whip delivered it’s reminder of pain onto Pet’s back and bottom.
With each touch of the whip Pet’s legs gave out a bit more than the previous hit.
There were no tears, no signs of distress upon her face.
In fact soon enough I witnessed a change in her facial expression.
What at first had all the hallmarks of pain quickly turned into a look of ecstasy.
At the twentieth stroke Master Paul withdrew.