Megan's Severe Dinner Party Whipping P1

Megan, a 23-year-old women; 5'-6", 120lb, measuring:35-23-35 with long shapely legs and a pretty pixie face. She was nude, except for the collar around her neck and the restraints around her wrists and ankles, as she walked into their playroom. The words: "For Flagellation" were stamped into the leather collar. Her friends were already seated, except for Ron & Sam, who were standing waiting for her. She placed herself between two posts sprouting from the floor of a twelve-foot-diameter turntable. Their new devise was flush with the floor of the room. The men pulled her arms up and threaded rope through her restraints before doing the same for the restraints on her ankles. The ropes continued through D-rings in the posts. They pulled on the rope spreading her legs and extending her arms. When she was appropriately extended, they tied the ropes. Sam pressed a switch on the remote and the D-rings in the post rose pulling Megan up with it. The two men quickly placed blocks below her feet. Another press of the switch the other way and she was lowered an inch to rest her weight on the blocks. This elevation located her perfectly for whipping. As soon as the weight of her body was off her arms, Megan thanked them. Ron replied: "your welcome - we want you comfortable while we make you very uncomfortable." Megan replied that he really knew how to sweet-talk a girl. Her friends chuckled while Sam pressed another button and the turntable started to slowly rotate. Her friends were surprised to see the floor rotate, but they cheered when they realized what was happening. Regardless, of where her five friends were seated around the turntable, they would all get the same view - at different times.

Ron and Sam each picked up a flogger. Sam started on her ass. Ron started on her stomach. Each, moderately on one side, then the other. This continued at a slow pace through one revolution. A little harder on the next revolution. Sam moved down her back while Ron moved up her torso. Adding more force with each revolution, Megan started to mummer as her face started to show distress. When her body was a uniform red hue from the top of her legs to her neck on both sides of her, they laid the floggers down. Each man picked up a single tail whip comprised of a piece of leather 1"wide, 1/8" thick and 48" long sprouting from a wood handle. Sam swung the whip causing Megan to whimper as a wide red line crossed her shoulder blades. Then Ron lashed her belly producing another red stripe, but a louder whimper. Each man continued with Sam marching down her back, while Ron marched the whip up her torso. The rhythm of: Sam's lash, whimper; Ron's lash, whimper; Sam's lash, whimper etc... filled the room. When Ron started on her breasts, Megan's face contorted as she cried out in pain with each lash. When the whip rudely caressed her nipples, she screamed in pain. Sam moved to her lower back. He put as much force into the lash as he could in an effort to produce the same reaction from her. They continued through another rotation of the turntable; which brought tears rolling down her cheeks as she pulled on her restraints in futility. Megan endured additional diagonal lashes crossing existing lashes from the opposite direction. Her cries reflected the additional pain.

The men paused. Megan caught her breath and let her muscles relax while her endorphins tried to sooth her. The men exchanged their 4' whips for 6' bull whips. Ron moved around to her back on the left side, while Sam moved to her right side. A few moments later, Sam flung the whip into the lower part of her ass. Megan Yelped. Ron followed with a lash from the other side landing just above Sam's line. Megan whimpered loudly. Sam struck her again just above the last. A deep red streak crossed both cheeks of her ass. Tears reformed in her eyes and rolled down her face as the two continued to march their whips up her bottom. The two men slowly picked up the pace until only a second passed between lashes. Her cries became almost continuous. As the turntable rotated, her friends could see both the torment in her facial expressions and a moment later, the two men producing that torment. Megan felt like her ass was on fire as welts crossed welts. She was screaming after fifty lashes when the two men finally laid down their whips. Kim stepped on the platform to dry Megan's tears and wipe her nose. Once Megan's breathing settled, Ron picked up a small whip and teased her wet pussy. Megan started to mummer when he put a little force into it. Soon, had her whimpering with each lash. However, her clit was receiving the attention she needed. Before long, she climaxed with a strong orgasm that shook her body violently in the small play her restraints allowed. Her friends clapped their appreciation for the show they just viewed. All of the men were stiff and the girls were moist. Ron and Sam unbound Megan. Ron lifter her up as she wrapped her arms around him. This was the first time Megan was able to cum with the whip. It had become one of her goals and she was so grateful she kissed Ron passionately while she thanked him. When they broke their embrace, Ron handed her to Sam. Kim and Ann followed Sam carrying his wife to the recovery room. The two girls tended to Megan's damaged body and Sam returned to the playroom. (continued in Part 2)