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Thank you @Sir Henry for your reply. I too like to hear the sound (clap) of the impact. However, I also like the anticipation of hearing the whistle of a whip as it approaches ...
Ohh this is totally a reason why I prefer whips!
Also, the imagining of the severity of the impact depending on the sound of the leather through the air!

Imagination is so important to me when I hear that sound you bet I’m anticipating but also fantasising big time!

Both of you: Oh my god those sounds are at least half of what I love about the whip’s sound… mmmm that WHIRR sound as a single tail cuts through the air… just dying to hear that gorgeous Crack sound followed by the delicious pain…. All the time imagining myself a slave in ancient times … yeah I won’t bore you with more of that here. I have stories you can be bored by for such purposes if you’re seeking reading punishment? :roflmao: :azote:

Yes I can probably talk about this all day!
 
Thank you @Sir Henry for your reply. I too like to hear the sound (clap) of the impact. However, I also like the anticipation of hearing the whistle of a whip as it approaches ...

Yes, my dear, the clapping sound on the naked skin of the criminal / slave / delinquent to be punished is as much music to my ears as the whistling and hissing of the whip lash in the air. The hissing heralds the blow - and the expected pain - like lightning heralds thunder.

The Tawse, on the other hand, barely hisses audibly unless you really hit it with full force, which as a Dom I definitely don't do to any woman in our role-play sessions (no matter what some of you may think of it now - I know what I'm doing and have made a good name for myself in the BDSM scene over the last twenty years). However, the impact of the two leather strips is much louder than the pure impact sound of a whip and that makes up for the lack of hissing. At least that's what I and many of my colleagues think.

But there's another aspect (I'm a nasty bloke, I know):
Namely, I love it when my respective delinquent in our sessions does NOT know (i.e. hears) when the hot, burning blow lands on her back or on her bum! In my experience, the longer and more irregular the pauses between the strokes, the more interesting this becomes. And it's so wonderful to watch and to study the movements and squirming of her body during these short pauses between strokes!
The same is the case with my so-called "forced blood flow to the breasts", as I jokingly call it when my tawse works on the two milk bags: in this case, I blindfold the recipient of the punishment or chastisement beforehand...
 
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A year ago she was a celebrated Lieutenant in the Resistance Naval forces, serving with the fleet that was famously devastated by the Empire at the Battle of Boar's Fang Bay. She had thought she was lucky to survive. The few who did were rounded up and swiftly conscripted into slave labor, mostly in the Imperial Foundries or, like herself, the Granaries that supplied the army with food. After twelve grueling months of painful and degrading labor, she wondered if her comrades who went down with the ships had been the lucky ones.

The first time she was whipped in the Granaries, it had been for helping to instigate a riot. The second time was for leaving her workstation to help an injured boy. This would be the third addition to the growing collection of scars across her back, and it seemed as though the only reason this time was that the supervisors enjoyed seeing her in pain.
 
The Fell Wood is inhabited by demonic spirits and malevolent Fae, and even the most experienced Witches tend to avoid it.
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Two novices of the Coven have been found guilty of betraying their oaths, and must be ritually punished. After standing in shame before their sisters, the two are flogged until bleeding, after which they are left bound to a pillar in the deepest part of the Fell wood. The scent of their blood will attract the Dark Things that live within, who will come in the night and decide for themselves whether to spare the girls or claim them
 
The Fell Wood is inhabited by demonic spirits and malevolent Fae, and even the most experienced Witches tend to avoid it.
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Two novices of the Coven have been found guilty of betraying their oaths, and must be ritually punished. After standing in shame before their sisters, the two are flogged until bleeding, after which they are left bound to a pillar in the deepest part of the Fell wood. The scent of their blood will attract the Dark Things that live within, who will come in the night and decide for themselves whether to spare the girls or claim them
Oh dear, Barb and Eulalia, in trouble again, inevitably.
 
The Fell Wood is inhabited by demonic spirits and malevolent Fae, and even the most experienced Witches tend to avoid it.
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Two novices of the Coven have been found guilty of betraying their oaths, and must be ritually punished. After standing in shame before their sisters, the two are flogged until bleeding, after which they are left bound to a pillar in the deepest part of the Fell wood. The scent of their blood will attract the Dark Things that live within, who will come in the night and decide for themselves whether to spare the girls or claim them
Oh dear, Barb and Eulalia, in trouble again, inevitably.

Oh that's okay by me, just what I signed up for (and the Dark Things are an exciting extra!) :devil:
(Not sure if novices can betray their oaths, they usually stop being novices when they take their oaths, but perhaps it works backwards with witches!)
 
Oh that's okay by me, just what I signed up for (and the Dark Things are an exciting extra!) :devil:
(Not sure if novices can betray their oaths, they usually stop being novices when they take their oaths, but perhaps it works backwards with witches!)
There is no point in trying to introduce logic into this situation, whenever these two delinquents are involved it is axiomatic that they must have done something to earn a flogging.
 
The Fell Wood is inhabited by demonic spirits and malevolent Fae, and even the most experienced Witches tend to avoid it.
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Two novices of the Coven have been found guilty of betraying their oaths, and must be ritually punished. After standing in shame before their sisters, the two are flogged until bleeding, after which they are left bound to a pillar in the deepest part of the Fell wood. The scent of their blood will attract the Dark Things that live within, who will come in the night and decide for themselves whether to spare the girls or claim them
Another stunning creation, @mark sessnatz i hope we get to see more!
 
Correction and preliminary mission report of the command centre

The following corrections are to be published here:
Special agent Eulalia's statement is indeed true: the witch novitiate ends with the taking of the oath, which is followed by the baptism of blood and the consecration of the witch.
But this is only incidental. Much more important for clarifying the incident is the current report from the Operations Centre:

1.) according to the analysis of our secret service, the two female prisoners are NOT novices of the coven, as falsely circulated here, but two cloaked elves from the Lightheart Forest (allied with us) who have been suspected of espionage.
2) According to current knowledge, their alleged "confessions" were made under torture and coercion.
3) Our elite combat unit SFEO has just been dropped at 0100 zulu time with paragliders over the operational area; the rescue operation is still ongoing, the radio connection to the SFEO Special Force is established.
4.) Pick-up of the group with the target persons at the meeting point alpha tango 23 in plan square N 09 is scheduled for 0220 zulu.
5) Since the publication of the secret service photo of the two prisoners in this thread jeopardises national security, an investigation has been initiated.
 
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Lira had served as a chambermaid to a moderately well-to-do merchant couple in the capital, ever since her homeland was conquered. But her owners were old, and had no heirs, so when they died, she became the property of the Empire and was shipped to the imperial periphery to work in the warehouses.

Life as the army's chattel was so much harsher and more grueling than she had ever known. Being unused to hard labor, she struggled to meet her quotas. Finally, one of the nastier work foremen grew impatient enough with Lira's lagging that he ordered her to be disciplined with thirty lashes. The others in her work gang lower their heads and turn away from the grisly scene, unable to help, but unwilling to watch.
 
Ever wonder why the woman being whipped and the guys wear glasses???
Mysterious, indeed!

Eye conjunctivitis? :lol:
Perhaps too bright lamps in the cellar vault? :lol::lol:
Maybe the whipping men are secret agents? :lol::lol::lol:
They don't want to be recognised later by their [surviving] victims? :lol::lol::lol::lol:

It remains a mystery...
 
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