Elizabeth sat quietly on the sofa, gazing out the window as the warm summer winds whispered through the trees. Her mind far away, she hardly knew where she was. She was snapped out of her reverie by the double-beep of an electronic wrist watch. It must be the top of the hour: her Master had said "Every hour, on the hour". So be it. Her heart skipped a beat, and then she was up, walking across the room, to fetch the whip.

This particular whip was not really such a terrifying thing to look at. A whippy rubbery handle, perhaps 18 inches long, terminated in a very slender, rubberized whip tail, perhaps a foot long. The whip tail looked so thin and the rubber looked so soft that it was hard to believe that it could hurt. But Elizabeth knew full well that it could do just that.

She walked over to where her Master was reading, apparantly immersed in His thoughts. She lifted her long cotton dress to just above her knees, and knelt in front of Him. Holding both hands out in front of her, arms extended, palms up, she offered the whip to Him, head bowed, eyes on the floor. After a few minutes he noticed her and picked the whip up out of her hands. She gently grasped each of His hands, in turn, and placed a soft, moist kiss first on the back, and then on the palms. Then, still on her knees, eyes still on the floor, she turned, moved a few feet away, and drew her dress up over her hips. Trembling slightly, she bent over, arms extended, until her face, arms, and shoulders were pressed against the floor. She spread her knees slightly and arched her back, offering her ass, cunt, and thighs to her Master. She waited for what she knew would come.

As she knelt there, prostrated before Him, she could feel the air on her asshole and cunt lips. The lock through her cunt lips pressed down against the middle of her cunt, and the cunt leash gently tugged her lips downwards. The leash, a medium weight chain, swung slowly, tugging her cunt lips to and fro. A twinge of embarrassment ran over her as she thought about the obscene display she was presenting, made even more bizarre by the piercings, lock, and chain. Well, this was the point, wasn't it? To remind her of her place, every hour, on the hour. She arched her back more firmly, offering her crotch to Him.

He arose and walked over to her. His hand stroked each cheek, then a finger ran down the crack of her ass, and massaged her asshole. Finally, a stroke or two along her cunt lips. Satisfied, he stood up, positioning himself to her left. She tensed slightly, waiting. Silence. More silence. Then, a sound like tearing cloth, and she clenched her cheeks. Nothing. More silence. Then that sound again. This time, the whip struck.

The whip tail was so light that it never did any serious damage, but it was dense enough that it traveled very quickly through the air. That, combined with the naturally adhesive surface of the rubber, made it dig deeply into her flesh, grabbing the skin, and pulling against it. The first cut fell across both of her spread ass cheeks, and it stung brutally. She cried out, softly, but held her position.

He whipped her slowly and forcefully, putting perhaps a dozen hard strokes on her ass. Then, he strolled to where her hands lay extended out in front of her, on the floor, and put a foot on each side of her elbows. She moaned in fear. These strokes hurt the most. A moment's pause, and then her asshole and cunt lip burned with an intense fire. She was getting a crack/cunt whipping.

This time, she shouted her protest, moving her hips a bit from side to side, but generally holding her position. Another dozen strokes fell, slowly and heavily. Finally, the job done, her cunt lips burning, her master returned to His chair.