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Chapter 2 – Caleb Explains the Plan
He finally returned, still unashamedly naked, carrying a coiled whip that she was soon to discover was almost six feet long. He explained to her that it was almost 10:00 p.m.
He explained, "It's time for us to begin your whuppin'." I'm going to whup you once at 10:00. Then, every fifteen minutes I'm going to whup you again, adding one lash each time. By 8:00 a.m. you should be up to over forty lashes. There's a large clock over the door so you can know when it's comin'."
She began to shout at him and he simply held his finger up one more time to his lips. Somehow, again, she knew she had to be quiet. She watched as he moved around her, keeping her eyes on him at all times until he was out of her line of sight. She looked up at the clock. She began shuddering. As the minute hand reached straight up she heard a shrill whistling through the air and then her life seemed to explode! She heard the whip hit her skin at the same time that her brain told her she had just been injured in a manner that was beyond her experience! It felt as though a razor had slit her skin! She cried out like a wounded animal but this did nothing to alleviate the pain!
He walked around to her front and slowly, deliberately began coiling the whip. She could see a trace of her own blood on the cruel tip of the whip. She began begging and he responded this time by putting his callused finger to her lips. She sobbingly quit trying to talk to him.
He calmly said, "See you in fifteen minutes."
Now the clock became her enemy. The minute hand seemed to race and crawl at the same time. Her back was in devastating pain from the single slash. She could not even begin to imagine what additional hits would do?
Sure enough, at fourteen minutes after ten he re-entered and walked behind her. Now she was shaking uncontrollably and begging – she didn't give a shit about any 'shushing'. He ignored her pleas, the minute hand signaled quarter past the hour, she heard the whistling and her back erupted once more in pain! Before she could deal completely with the new delivery of horror, she heard the whip apparently retreat, whistle again and a new slash of terror hit the exact center of the small of her back! It was like nothing she could imagine! She was in horrible pain! She was now terrified! Terrified at what she would become by morning! Terrified at his lack of emotion! Terrified at his deadly accuracy and strength!
He said again, "See you in fifteen minutes."
It was now 7:00 a.m. Her back was in shreds. Her emotions were in shreds. She had been reduced to an animal with no escape. He had worked up and down her back, across her broad butt, finally criss-crossing her ample thighs in search of new skin to devastate. She was hanging from her bindings at the wrist now. She no longer had the strength to stand up. Blood was seeping everywhere down her backside. Her nipples were erect in horror at was being done to her backside. He had actually worked up a sweat at the effort he was putting into her initial training. Sometime during the night, with two deadly slashes, he had actually severed her pigtails from her head. They lay forlornly at her feet – no longer of any use. He told her he was tired and was going in to take a nap. He told her he would be back later with relief. She was too devastated to even understand what he was saying to her.
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