Chrissie Learns A Harsh Lesson The Conclusion

My arms were stretched straight up over my head, metal handcuffs circled my wrists and were tied to a metal ring that
had been embedded in the ceiling. The rope which was hoisting me up left me suspended from the ceiling in such a manner
that only the toes of my black 4 inch heels touched the floor. The hard metal of the handcuffs cut into the skin of my wrists and
a burning ache traveled through the muscles in my arms and shoulders. I felt totally helpless, totally vulnerable and yet
strangely aroused.
Standing ten feet away from me was the man who was about to take great pleasure in introducing me to the whip. I heard the
whistle of the lash as he deftly snapped it in the air as if he were warming up or practicing. Knowing that this wouldn't be his first time
subjecting a woman to the whip I could only surmise that his flailing of the air was merely a means to spur my anticipation of what
was to come. If that was purpose it most certainly was achieving the anticipated result. The sound of the whip as it cut through the air
caused a shiver to coarse through my body........and yes it produced a tingling in my "clitty".
"Oh my." He said "I'd almost forgotten something." as he rolled a silk cloth into a two and half inch strip, wrapped securely around
my head plunging me into darkness. "Ah yes!" much better he whispered in my ear.
I listened to his footsteps on the wooden floor as he stepped away from me. I estimated that he'd stepped perhaps ten feet away.
Then once again I heard the whistling of the Buggy whip as it sailed through the air. I heard a distinct CRACK! and then a sharp pain on
my left buttock as the end of the lash struck my fanny. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" I howled in both surprise and
pain. There was an interval of about 10 to 15 seconds before the second strike landed on my right butt cheek......it was as if he'd paused
briefly to assess or perhaps admire his first strike.

"OWWWWWWWW!!!!" I screamed again as the second strike landed. Then the blows came one after another with no long pauses
between them. SWISH!.......SMACK!!!,...SWISH!....SMACK!!!.....SWISH!.......SMACK!!!.....SWISH!....SMACK!!! It became a familiar
pattern, first the swishing of the whip as it whistled through the air and then the sharp stinging pain as it made contact with my backside.