Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 22: Sharon Whips Them

They were left alone until almost dinnertime. It was good to rest after the ordeal of their first real whipping. Their bodies hurt, as was to be expected when the flesh is so abused. They talked some but it was hard to concentrate on most subjects when your body is sore and aching. Melinda’s breasts especially hurt where they were pressed into the leather covering of the bench. But the worse ache was between her legs where their Master had so cruelly whipped her. Darlene said that her pussy hurt also, but Melinda was of the opinion – and rightly so – that hers had suffered more.

When the light came, Melinda was surprised to realize that she had fallen asleep. Susan came walking around in front of the benches, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor. She was still wearing that black leather catsuit but had added an ominous touch: a whip coiled and hanging from her belt. There was a smile on her face.

“You two have now been whipped by the Master. From now on I can use the whip to punish you as needed. And I’m sure you two will both need a lot of punishing.” She almost purred as she said that. “You think that your bottoms hurt now,” she continued, “you just wait until I get to them. Master is a nice guy but he really doesn’t realize how much a woman’s ass can take. Or her breasts, for that matter. Angus says that you were whipped across the breasts. I love to whip a woman’s breasts. I love to make a woman scream.”

on thick to scare them

shorter than the whip Reggie had used but still looked extremely evil. Both of

Melinda’s bench. The frightened girl followed her with her eyes as she positioned herself just the right distance from that bare bottom for a good swing. Then her arm went back – slowly because Susan knew Melinda was watching. When the arm came overhead and down, it was much quicker. The leather landed squarely on the two globes with a loud smack. Melinda screamed; she could not help herself. Pain burst anew on her rear and burned brightly. Her body jerked within the straps, and her taped arms lifted an

fresh stroke was becoming nicely swollen and red. Susan knew that the welt left by the whip

went tense as she saw her daughter react to the fresh pain. She could almost feel

The agony in that scream was something she could listen

felt when that leather whip descended and struck her flesh. She knew the pain and felt it with the younger girl. But in the twisted way of the