:: Take your whipping. {"position":"990,3090"}
Might as well get this over with, [[you|You]] think, <<if $rachel.resist>>scrambling to your feet and <<endif>>eyeing the whip with trepidation.  "Yes, Miss [[Rachel]]," you say, deciding to use [[Julia]]'s honorific for her, in the hopes of appeasing her somewhat.

"Good," she says.  "Now bend over and touch your toes."

Nervously, you bend over and touch your toes<<if $hair_length gte 2>>, your long <<if $hair_color eq 0>>blonde<<endif>><<if $hair_color eq 1>>brown<<endif>><<if $hair_color eq 2>>red<<endif>><<if $hair_color eq 3>>black<<endif>> hair falling down to touch the floor<<endif>>.  With your new flexible body, bending over like this is really easy for you.  Much harder is the acute embarrassment you feel voluntarily assuming such a submissive posture in front of all these people.  Even worse is the anxious anticipation of Rachel's whip.

From between your legs, you see Rachel's feet come closer to you until she's right behind you.  She reaches down and strokes your upturned buttocks gently.  "Such delicate skin," she says.  "This is going to be a real pleasure."  She rudely thrusts her index and middle fingers into your wet sex and her thumb into your anus, pinching you and lifting you up so you're forced onto your toes.  You groan in agony (or is it ecstasy?).  Then she abruptly disengages her hand and you fall back onto your heels.  "All right, slut, time for your whipping.  I want you to count the strokes for me."

You watch her feet retreat and brace yourself when you hear the whip whistle through the air and crack onto your buttocks.  The pain is excruciating.  You cry out and stumble forward, catching yourself with your hands.  "Touch your toes, cunt!  And count!" Rachel yells.  Tears leaking down your temples, you hurriedly touch your toes and croak out, "One, Miss Rachel."

The whip flips back and thwacks right across the same spot she hit before.  You're better braced this time and don't stumble, but you cry out even more loudly and sobs rack your body.  "T-two, Miss Rachel," you stutter.

THWACK!  "Th-three, Miss Rachel."

CRACK!  "Aaahh!  F-four, Miss Rachel."  Your tears are now flowing freely down your forehead, practically blinding you.

Then you hear the loudest, most ominous whistling you've ever heard in your life and a thunderous crack as your poor bottom explodes into flames.  You stumble forward from the impact and weep uncontrollably, unable to even croak out the count.  Rachel taps her foot until you're finally able to compose yourself enough to say, "Five, Miss Rachel."

"All right," Rachel says.  "Straighten up."  You stand up straight and turn around to look at her.  She regards you pensively, passes her whip to [[Julia]], <<if $julia.blamed>>who is still looking at you contemptuously, <<endif>>and then opens her arms as if to hug you.  Gratefully, you fall into her embrace and weep on her shoulder.  Rachel strokes your hair affectionately and says, "There, there.  You were very brave<<if $julia.blamed>>...eventually, anyway<<endif>>.  That was for your own good, you know.  You have to learn obedience."  You cry against her chest and she holds you tightly in her arms.  You almost feel close to her for the first time ever.

"Now," she says, <<if $julia.blamed>>"I think you need to apologize to Julia."

You look over at Julia.  "I'm sorry, Julia," you say through your sobs.  Julia does not look mollified.

"Well, you're going to have to make it up to her later," Rachel says.  "Right now <<else>>"<<endif>>why don't you go and get dressed?  It's time we got some things out of the way."

You go back to the changing room and put on your clothes, wincing whenever something brushes your throbbing ass.  You rejoin Rachel and Julia outside soon after.

"Good," Rachel says.  "Now follow me."

[[Follow Rachel.]]