The man with the whip struck her again across the front of her thighs, another scream of pain so she raised her arms and opened her legs but after striking her again she spread her legs even wider until her labia was parted enough to show the pink flesh inside. As the two men walked around her this reminded me of how I would have looked when I was told to display myself. They were arguing so Roberta asked Pam what were they saying and was told they were saying she is the best-looking woman they have seen for a long time. They both want to screw her but with us here to satisfy their sexual urge after the show they will carry on with her punishment. The woman also understood what they were saying threw her arms around the man closer to her and I suspected she was saying, Fuck me if you want to but please don't whip me”.

Her crying and pleading had no effect on them as one grasped her arms and the other man put clamps on her wrists joined together by a short chain. He turned her back to us, raised her arms and dropped the chain over a hook suspended from the ceiling hanging her over the grill on the floor while the other man clamped her ankles together. They stood either side of her the whips in their hands about 6 ft. long 1" thick at the handle tapering down to point.

They had agreed as a pair, since one was right the other left-handed they would strike each side of the body in turn. When the first lash fell about level with her armpits there was a soft thud then a red stripe appeared over half of her back followed by a parting of the flesh the valley filling with a trickle of blood. She made no sound, but when the second fell from the other side and the red stripe showed level with the first, the torso arched forward and an agonised scream filled the room. Scream after scream followed each lash, the body arching each time as best it could with the restraining bonds. After about 6 lashes each side the red stripes now about half way down her back she stopped screaming and with urine running down her legs into the grill below the men stopped, walked around the hanging body to admire their work.

When satisfied they turned a hose on her washing down the blood which was now running over the little cheeks of her arse. They lit cigarettes and spoke to Pam; she said they wanted us to see her front. We all walked around and as I passed seeing all the open ridges on her back I felt quite sick but seeing those ridges curling round those perfect breasts cutting the aureoles and splitting the pointed nipples but leaving that untouched line of flesh between them I broke into tears and both Roberta and I vomited into the grill.

When the men turned the hose on her again she opened her eyes, started groaning and making funny sounds from her throat. They took up their positions and Pam then told us to stay at the front for the second half. This time they arranged the lash tip to come around her side and pass over the curve of her breast just below the already ridged right aureole, the next lash doing the same to the left breast. It continued until the last lash fell just above the navel, the only sound she made through that agonising second half being those awful noises from her throat.

Looking at that once gorgeous body now running with blood, the perfect breasts now scarred for life, erect nipples now split and useless I had to turn to Pam and ask why do they do this. Pam's only answer was it has always been so in this Country, women are considered slaves and fit only to pleasure men, all punishments must be severe enough to make them and others afraid to disobey any commands from a man or boy.

As the men smoked another cigarette the only sound was the moans from the woman and I found standing in the position of subservience for so long was painful. Both men walked to us then one of them spoke to Pam as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her brassiere.