And so I was on the boardroom table. Naked as the day I was born, I was walking barefoot on the boardroom table. I was commanding. I was disdainful. I was an empress. I was an ice cool Tsarina. I was stunningly beautiful, and the awesome power of my wonderful woman's body to fascinate arouse astound and provoke put me in charge. There was silence, total silence, as I walked in front of each N man and, shaking my mid-back-long loose black naturally curled hair from my face, squatted in front and challenged him to look into my mesmerising dark brown eyes. Each man looked down shamed and overwhelmed. Each man that is, except the N president who repeatedly intoned in English: "Exquisite. you are just so exquisite!"

There was applause as the geisha girls who were there to torture me, helped me down. I could, there and then, I swear, have asked to be let off the whipping, and the N men would have agreed without protest. But I knew that their president would have used his overriding veto to enforce the total fulfilment of my contract.

The men gathered round, many with very clear evidence in their pants of the lust my beautiful body had provoked and was still invoking. We were in a clear space at the end of the huge boardroom, well away from the table I had just stepped from. As I stood facing the N board and my own men, with Kate looking on from a distance, my wrists were strapped behind me. I was then made to kneel and had straps tied round my individual ankles and thighs to bind each ankle, legs tightly folded my heels touching my butt hemispheres, to its respective thigh.

Even as I knelt thus bound, two straps were being lowered from a pulley in the ceiling. These were passed under my armpits and tied off in non-slip nooses. I was then slowly pulled up from the floor till my butt was four-feet from the ground. My gorgeous strong bound legs swung and twisted with my body.

"You are to receive a sexual whipping", announced the N president. "You will be whipped in the way that Chinese emperors had virgin girls deflowered for their pleasure. However, the geishas will only be using platted leather whips without the spiked-ball-end the emperors' slaves employed, as we are only seeking to punish not to break the hymen that a sensuously sexy girl like you will have long since surrendered to girlhood's enthusiastic fingers", he continued.

"As with the emperor's virgin's, you will have a constant terrible choice: a battle in your mind: a classic dilemma."

"In your case, you must take three lashes within the lips of your sex. But that is very, very, painful, so you will want to keep your lovely legs tight closed to stop it from happening."

"But that will be no answer, because whilst ever you keep your thighs closed you will be whipped on each leg alternately till you open them to be whipped between them. And if you keep your thighs closed for six strokes on each leg, you will additionally be whipped on your breasts to make you open your girlhood wide."

"You will be driven by pain and the longing to end your punishment to open your legs. But to be whipped inside your cunt is very, very, very painful. So you will inevitably close your thighs again and they and your breasts will be whipped once more till you cannot take it any longer and you will wide-open your cunt to the whip again, to get your torture over, and so on round and round."

"In sum, you must fight to defend the most tender and sensitive organ of your exquisite body from having its wonderfully tight outer lips sundered by the force of the whip that, if it penetrates you, will rape your supremely sensitive inner lips and clitoris savagely and inhumanly, thereby filling every cubic millimetre of you with excruciating unbearable pain!"

I caught a glimpse of Kate crying, tears running down her cheeks.

"Bastards!" I shouted, "bastards!"

"Whip her!" ordered the N Corporation president, and my cruel ordeal began.

Five girls were armed with black tapering three-foot-long, single strand, three-ply platted leather, wrist-hoop-handled whips. Each of two took a stance either side of my suspended body. Their whips would beat the leg and thigh nearest them. Two more were behind me to bring their whips round on my breasts and, inevitably, my tender nipples, unless I kept my tight folded tied legs up to defend them.

The fifth girl would wait patiently in front of me till I parted my legs. There were also two more geisha girls standing holding whips at the ready in reserve to cover for tiring arms.

I fought my bonds, terrified of what I had volunteered for. I cried out for mercy and begged them to let me free even before my beating had begun. I danced sexily, gorgeous huge thighed tied legs rising and falling, my breasts swaying, and my body swinging on the loops under my armpits as I fought to avoid the blows that had not even begun to strike me yet.

I cried out "no. please no.please, I beg you please, no!" I was watched by all assembled as I cowered away from my fate. The men I could see were enjoying my body being so provocatively displayed and inescapably secured for the beating that was inevitable once I had exhausted myself. The men who had the greatest look of pleasure on their faces were my fellow board members, the men who worked for me. Two geishas were restraining Kate, as she too begged for my release.

And the look on the faces of those geishas was one of absolutely pure sadistic malevolence toward me. Of all the people who were going to enjoy my suffering, none would enjoy it more than these pretty geishas, girls who had been trained in the art of delivering pain to their fellow girls: girls who were the mistresses of their art and enjoyed their work, with a deep, deep, sexually motivated pleasure.

I was at last having to rest my body shining from and trickling girl-sweat, girl-sweating sweet girl-smellingly from the totally useless fighting of my bonds. The leg whipping geisha girls showed no mercy as they hit my gorgeous folded legs as ferociously as they could, unerringly accurately left and then right. An echoing cruel "thwick!" . "thwick!" from the slap of the whips was followed by my individual screams of shocked pain. It hurt so. It hurt incredibly. It hurt more that I imagined it could. It hurt more than anything I had endured in my entire life.

Even as I was still howling and swinging in my bonds they whipped my legs again; and again; and again; and again. This was no game: no pretence. My lovely soft girl-skinned legs bore six livid crimson raised welts each as testimony that this was no game. And my tongue was shooting out of my wide-open mouth, I was screaming so loudly with the terrible pain.

To try and get my whipping over and to avoid the horror of having my breasts whipped, I lowered and wide-parted my thighs just as they intended I should be forced to by their whipping them so blisteringly hard. And the girl standing in front of me flicked her whip up skilfully savagely brutally cruelly accurately and unmercifully inside my tender slightly agape girl-lips with a resounding "thwick!"

I howled and slapped my thighs shut so fast and so hard that there was a huge echoing "smack" of girl-flesh on girl-flesh, and I danced in my bonds raising and lowering my gorgeous bound legs and squeezing my wonderful thighs hard into each other to try and ease the horrible terrible unbearable savagely stinging throbbing searing pain in my sex.

I was being forced to behave provocatively sexily and I could see some of the N men being masturbated by more geishas as their eyes, men and girls' both, feasted on this cruel torture of my wonderful girl-sweat glistening body.

My tight folded legs were being repeatedly and brutally whipped once more: "thwick!" . "thwick!", over and over as I danced in my bonds to avoid the savage blows and yet to keep my thighs together for fear of the ten-thousand-fold more savage pain from being whipped inside my girl-lips. My savage cries echoed around the room: no words were formed, just the screams of my pain.

And my exceedingly sexy gyrations provoked more animal desire to see me suffer and dance, so sexily, dangled in my straps. My wonderful powerful girl-legs now bore twelve raised red livid welts. Please heaven I could not bear to have them whip my breasts. I lowered and opened my legs out wide; unable to bear even them being beaten any longer and longing against longing to get my punishment over.

The girl at the front flicked her whip expertly up hard inside my thus opened sex once more: "thwick!". My thunderous thighs slapped shut so rapidly I caught her whip hard between them before it withdrew. And, as she had the loop at the end of the whip handle around her wrist, I pulled her off her feet as I danced like a dervish squealing and screaming and twisting, thighs squeezed as one together, howling in my excruciating pain.

And then an orgasm began. It was slow rolling thunder. I was overwhelmed by the transformation. My girl's body had betrayed me and my girl-mind was overwhelmed by the mistress between my girl-legs. She who has ultimate command over every girl, now had total command over me. My girlhood's mind, the mind of my sex, was mistress over me now.

The whipping of my legs suddenly felt as if I were being repeatedly punched unmercifully in a fist beating from a frenzied lust overwhelmed lover who would not take my "no" for his answer as he slapped me into letting him fuck me. I bore six more lashes on each leg moaning and gasping eyes rolling in what was now my mounting sexual pleasure.

Then I started to cry out to my tormentors dementedly. I ordered them to whip me. I begged them to whip me. I screamed abuse at them demanding over and over that they whip me, and then pleading that they whip me and whip me harder and harder and harder still.

And they whipped me! The two girls behind me joined in. They whipped round my body to slap my lovely breasts and their beautiful rosebud nipples, smacking my firm pert udders so hard into my chest with savage blows that all but smashed the breath from my lungs.

All four girls whipped me, and whipped me, and whipped me, harder and harder on my bare legs and my naked breasts, provoked and aroused by my wanton foul tongued begging outcries and the pleasure of beating a beautiful sexy sexual, helplessly bound girl, dancing provocatively seductively girl-sweat drippingly in her tight bonds.

Then I parted my stupendous thighs as wide as I could and: "thwick!" I was whipped inside my girl-musk dribbling sex a third wickedly brutally hard time.

I now danced dangling in my tight bonds, gorgeous legs hard together rubbing and squeezing stupendous girl-sweaty whipped girl-thigh hard against stupendous girl-sweaty whipped girl-thigh, and raising and lowering my bound legs in sexual abandon animally as I tried to finish my orgasm, screaming and shouting in the foulest of foul language and squealing at them to whip me begging them to whip me so that I could come so the stupendous orgasm I was on the verge of would come .

.but my three cunt strokes penalty having been paid, the whipping ceased.

They were done with me. I had fulfilled my contract. Whether or not I orgasmed was my problem and my problem alone, not theirs.

They would do absolutely nothing to finish me. I could do absolutely nothing to finish me. As I continued to hoarse croak my pleas that they whip me so that my orgasm would come, my humiliation was total, and girl-tears from wonderfully agonising pain and total sexual frustration mingled with the salty girl-sweat running in rivulets down my pleading, green flashing brown eyed, astonishingly beautifully pink flushed face, as I swayed supremely sexily, crimson-red multi-whip-stroke-striped, above a pool on the floor immediately beneath me: a pool of my girl-sweat and cunt juice.