Not sure if this is the right forum, but....
I've recently been having a bit of a debate about what level of whipping is appropriate for various crimes in a totalitarian country. And when I think of more classic slavery situations, the image of slaves suffering a good many lashes comes to mind. At the same time, I know the Bible capped whippings at thirty-nine lashes because more might kill... though obviously there were people in the American South and so on who survived many more.
So assuming an average whip, how dangerous/painful/incapacitating are various amounts of flogging? And how is this changed by variation of tools and presence/absence of modern medicine?
Edit: Apparently the other person was thinking of a rattan cane - they're used in their country - so how do canings compare?
I'd say rule #1 is never ever let an amateur whip you. They can do severe damage in the hands of a fool.
After that, as mentioned above, lots comes down to tolerance. Personally I never take another's word for it until I've found out for myself-too any people claim vast experience only to have them turn into a sobbing mess at a mere slap. Turns out my definition of lots of pain is seriously different than most others.
Same holds true for caning. They can be vicious things when misused . But I love them for the wide variety of blows they allow, ranging anywhere from a soft soothing massage like level to skin splitting permanent marks.
I should know having given multiple symposiums on their use at clubs and workshops
Riding crops ate fun too, especially those with heads that can spread out the point of impact.
And darn near any whippy type thing can be used as a striking instrument in proper imaginative hands, I've used everything from dowel rods to the plastic things use to turn Venetian blinds Hard plastic is real fun, very flexible possessing good striking range, and it cuts like a motherfucker,
it can leave weals and raised welts that will have her in groaning in (wet) pain for days. I'm a big fan.
And I love, as in lovelovelove, leather belts
They're so damn erotic.
The zipping sound as I pull them off moving through the loops.The smell of her cunt juice and fear mingling in the air as her terror and need crest and meet
The shaky hands as she slips off her panties and presents that ass for a good beating.
Yeah, that's good times there. For her and Me.
Cathartic and combustible as the juice runs down her leg
Cripes, there's a reason I own 37 belts ranging from punk studded to rodeo aesthetic.
Dapper as I am, it's not all about fashion ya know...