This was Mamie, a nurse by profession who looked after the medical side of the sexual activities enjoyed by the botanical garden’s special volunteers. She inspected Beth from head to toe, examining especially her ass, breasts, and pussy for signs of wear or potential problems in her ordeal to come.
Satisfied, Mamie nodded to Brian, and between them they marched her under the overhanging tree branch and held her there. I lowered the chain from the pulley overhead and attached it to Beth’s wrist cuffs, and Riff nodded with approval as I activated the hoist and stretched Beth’s hands helplessly over her head until only her toes just touched the earth.
"Damn," I muttered as I watched Beth struggling for her balance. "That’s a fine woman." Riff laughed at this and nodded. "Oh yes," I commented, "she is one tight ship, my friend. She has it all. Pretty face and hair, nice big tits, nice round ass, and one delightful, perverted cunt that vibrates when you fuck it …" I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed. Beth stared at us with a frown. Was she disapproving, or just apprehension about what we might do to her?
We started with the floggers. A flogger has multiple stands of soft fabric that will warm the skin when applied vigorously and deliciously just before a fuck. We do not use the floggers you saw in old movies about pirates or Romans. Those floggers, known as scourges, were solid leather soaked in brine to make them hard and able to salt the wounds they made. In addition, the scourge had nails hammered into the ends of the leather strips to tear open the flesh and leave bloody stripes on the victim’s skin.
Brian applied the first blow to Beth’s ass. She reacted with a startled "Oh!", and then manic laughter. Those reactions continued in diminishing form and volume until the seventh blow, whereupon she fell silent. The sibilant whisper of the flogger strands flying through the air toward her reddened ass cheeks was the only sound in the forest, as if all nature were drawn to the scene of human punishment, both horrible and exciting.
"Whish …. owww"
"Whish …. oh"
"Ten"
Brian stepped back and handed the flogger to Riff. "Your turn," he told him. "Next ten." I raised my eyes at this. Was Beth ready for twenty? How far would Brian go? He shook his head. "No. She’ll be OK. And rests between."
Riff enjoyed applying the flogger to Beth’s buttocks perhaps a little too much. Anyway, he began where Brian left off, on the hills of her jiggling bum cheeks, and then moved up toward her tramp stamp and finally down the curve of her bum onto her generous thighs. A couple of stray strands even found their way up her ass crack and smacked her pussy.
"Oh!" she squeaked as the flogger flipped on her cunt lips, and Riff noted with great satisfaction that her squeak meant she was both startled and pleased at the little nip she felt on her vulva.
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