By 10 I am weeping and howling - to the delight of the crowd. A pause while the executioners have a rest and a drink - and Vanessa and I are turned so our raw backs are against the posts. Breasts thrust forward. Inviting the attention of the whips. Nipples proud and erect - to the delight of the crowd of onlookers. The first stroke snickers across my breasts for the tip to find my left armpit. Excruciating.
Stroke after slow stroke. Finding breasts, belly button, mound, labia as I kick each leaving a thin wheal and a bloody end to the cruel trail.
10 and turned - left handed to criss cross our backs. Another ten and then back to front. Both sides. Like fire. This time they aim for our feminine parts - clitoris and nipples. As well as breasts and bellies. The crowd cheering every on target stroke. And at last - finished .....