The watching men would see me receive the kiss of the whip as it caressed my fully revealed breasts and genitals. Realising the reality of this I felt a strange sensation in my lower parts and wetness between my legs but at the time, I wasn't aware I was having an orgasm. Then my head started to pound and my eyes bulged but I could still see the clock on the end wall and trying to read it upside down took my mind from the horror to come, it said five to three. Five more minutes before the first lash fell and I had no illusions about the pain I would feel or how loud I would have to scream as it ripped through my body. There was four minutes left before they started on my back but then I was also to be whipped on my front. Another look only three minutes to go then two minutes before 3:00 I heard footsteps behind me and wondered who was going to do it. Only one minute left and although the prisoners had been highly excited by the sight of a naked woman the hall went silent as they waited to experience the fantasy of seeing a young attractive girl being whipped.

I glanced to my side hoping to see who was going to whip me but all I could see was a man wearing a mask holding the stranded whip he was going to use on my back and my front. One more glance at the clock, dead on three then I heard the swish and the stinging over my upper back, which felt as if wasps were biting it. I gagged and felt sick as another made me twist and cry out but with the third, it felt as if all the nerve ends were going to burst and I screamed for the first time. I kept banging the floor with my hands hoping this would ease the pain. The strands of the forth spread across my buttocks and upper thighs and I continued screaming. I was allowed to finish my screaming but still in agony, I saw it was only five past three and the worst was yet to come.

It was still silent in the hall and between my sobs and pleas; I heard the footsteps again only this time he was on my other side. He was facing my front now and still looking at him, I could see the lashes open out just before they fell on the top of my thighs and the lower half of my stomach. With the front of a woman, tenderer than her back the pain was intense and I rose from the waist in agony. This made it worse because the second lash was already falling and with me raised from the floor, the strands cut me under my breasts. I dropped down screaming then the third was aimed at the middle and top of my breasts. Some of the strands must have cut my nipples, there were shooting pains right through me my mouth was dry and my throat sore from my screams. My body was thrashing about as much as my tied legs would allow and I didn't feel the forth cut across my middle but the next two were to be the worst. The strands were to go between my legs so they could cut into and between the two raised mounds of my labia flesh and strike my clitoris.

I was kept waiting until I was recovered enough to feel the pain and when the first cut into my clitoris I felt extreme agony in my lower half and fainted before I was given the next cut. When they thought I was ready for the second strike my labia inner flesh and clit tube were now so swollen when they were struck the agony was so intense I screamed but fainted before I felt the pain. Recovering slowly my body felt as if hot flames were being passed over it, then opening my eyes I saw one of the wardress's sitting by my side. I hope the salve we put on has eased your pain, how does it feel now she asked.