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 Beatup day 6

   Suffice it to say the lesbian couple finished off hurting me cruelly,
the rest of the session is not so eventful, and I looked forward to the
next meet of the 'Circle'

   The recovery from that time wasn't to long.  I was up and about in two
days, and back to normal in five, that was surprising because the nasty man
had treated me so roughly.

   Dad said that the next beat up day was scheduled for Friday night and
Saturday of the next week, the usual crowd were coming and a new man would
attend.  Dad noticed my anxious face.  "Don't worry sweetheart, this is
nothing like the brute that was here last week, that will never happen
again, this chap is OK I have been in talks with him and he has some
exceptionally weird tastes, but he's not brutish"

   I was reassured, then he said "You're getting too old for some of this
lot, I know it sounds silly that ten years is too old, but we know some
freaky people don't we?, and while you'll never be replaced, this guy, he's
called Roland, has a set of twins that he's been training up, they are both
six years old, and sweet as buttons".

   I accepted that whatever Dad said and did would be cool.

   The Friday came and Dad said that people would arrive at midday, and I
would greet them as usual, and that the twins Tammy and Alice would be my
special project, I would look after them as they weren't as used to the
treatment as I was.  Dad had got in some clothes suited to six year olds,
darling school uniforms and dungarees and all sorts of pretty dresses,
great cotton knickers and the like.

   Dad said I should get some strong pain killers down me, so I started to
feed myself some Di-hydro-codeine.  My tummy was all a flutter, as always
when I anticipate getting badly hurt, I'd tried to analyze it, I didn't
like pain, it bloody hurt, but I needed it for why, I don't know, all I
know is that waiting for the blows, feeling the blows on my skin was the
most exciting thing I ever did.  I hadn't peed for some time and I took
some red pills which I knew were pee inducing medicine.  Dad said I should
dress in an English style school uniform again, full monty, with box pleat
school skirt, blouse and tie, white knee length socks and brown strap
sandals, oh, and two pairs of regulation style white cotton knickers, I
loved that, they soaked up much more pee, and they dulled hits, and made
the bruises spread better, it meant I could last better too, the blows were
less likely to break the skin, until, of course they divested me of them.

   "Any idea of any special requests dad" I asked

   "Not too sure angel, but there are a couple of weird ones which we'll
have to do last"

   I was intrigued, and looked pleadingly, I knew that treatment which he
scheduled last in the programmed meant that it was severe treatment stuff
that I wouldn't recover from in tiome to give them any more show.

   "Well I might as well tell you, so that the apprehension can build up
until we are finished with you, that won't be till around evening tomorrow,
Roland has specially requested to flog your face!"

   I recoiled, it had been a long time since her face had been hit badly,
in fact the broken nose episode was the last real face punishment.

   "I- er that means I'll be off school longer than usual" I stuttered

   "Well yes it does, but I've written to Mrs Jenkins and said that we are
going on holiday, so there'll be plenty of time to recover".

   "Er - any other stuff I need to know about?"

   "Well this guy seems to be really interested in faces, he has developed
some eye retractors, implements that hold eyes open, he regularly uses them
on his little Tammy and Nicola, the things hold the eyes open until their
eyes are dry which he helps along with a hot air drier, and then they are
ready for all sorts of painful treatments, sometimes he pours salt or
chilli sauce in them, sand and any number of concoctions he has prepared."

   My heart was all a quiver and my tummy butterflies were active.

   The Circle started arriving; Reg and Paula were first, they're the dirty
ones if you remember, I knew from that that there would be toilet games
ahead.  Colin and Fred the probable gay couple came in, I knew that I would
get a good beating from them, the intense Arnold, serious as ever, and Jane
and Caroline arrived at the same time.

   Old Black Charlie wasn't coming this day as he was in the Caribbean,
visiting his folks.  The new guy Roland turned up, he was an imposing man,
in a suit, he had one little girl in each hand and they were the sweetest
cutest little moppets you could hope to meet, classic beauties, little
tummy's protruding as six year olds often had, god, I thought these little
ones would end up a mess before they left tomorrow, and that so ecited me,
I thought that I would probably have some hand in that treatment.

   The man spoke into dads ear, and Dad nodded his consent to something,
the man went back to his car and came back carrying a toddler, she was
about three, four at the most, apparently he had been given the tiny gir,
would you believe, that was the kind of world he lived in, and asked dad if
she could come and join in, she had not been `worked' before, and he said
that she was totally expendable, so that certainly meant that she would not
be leaving, well not in his arms anyway, the chap went back to the car and
got a huge carpet bag.

   Roland addressed me

   "Well I've heard so much about your reputation little one" he said in a
low liquid voice that put me immediately at ease, at the same time filling
me with fear.

   I was glad that he was respectful, and I warmed to him

   "I'm going to have some serious fun with you, I will break your skin in
many places, I will hurt you over and over again, I will love doing it, but
first, will you dress these kittens, I will leave it up to you, I have
heard you are good at that, I want sexy, revealing, and innocent all at the
same time, you can put more knickers on them, but don't take the ones off
that they're wearing, they have had special preparation"

   I took the little girls and the toddler out back, I noticed the girls
were walking awkwardly, I sat them up on the bench, they both winced, I got
them to stand up, and I pulled Tammy's knickers down a way, the whole of
the inside lining was studded with drawing pins, the skin was punctured and
signs if pinpricks of blood coated the garment, some of the wounds were
scabbed so the kid must have been wearing them for some time, I pulled them
back up tight, bringing a fresh screwed up face.

   "How long you been wearing those darling" I asked

   "I had them on three days" she replied,

   I thought I smelt some stale pee smells, I took off all the rest of the
girl's clothes, Oh my.  It still always shocks me, the six year old had
welts covering her chest, some still red, but most blue to yellow, and all
over her body, scabs some across her tiny nipples, where the beatings were
obviously heavier, I picked at a couple of scabs right on her pink nipples,
immediately the blood started to drip

   "There my dear, get some blood spots on your shirt, always gets them
going" I said as the six year old sniffled.

   I realised that they must have had daily sustained beatings, with a
weapon I could not guess.  Nicola's body was similar, only whatever she was
beaten with had left gouge marks all along its length, my tummy gave a
somersault, it so excited me to see such damage on kids so young, and
perversely, it really made me want to get some real hard damage myself, I
decided there and then that this night, or early in the morning to speak
out while being beaten or whatever and ask for heavier treatment and more
hurt.  I smelt Nicola's little knickers the remains of what smelt like
strong chilli sauce, was on show, her skin was stained with it, and it
appeared red raw, the chilli must have been very strong, I asked, what it
was

   "You don't wanna know" she sobbed, but it was obvious I did

   "It's stuff he makes, he has to use rubber gloves when he makes it, he
chops up these chillies, they're called Naga, or something, dozens of them
and mixed them with tabasco, he bottles it, and he paints it on my
knickers, the I pull them up and almost straight away it starts stinging
and burning, it seems to find its way into every crevice, he adds more all
day and sometimes for several days, Oh it hurts so!"

   I was impressed by his inventiveness, I noticed her legs were cut as
well, and explaining her ungainly walk, her feet were red raw underneath
from beatings, I thought it was a shame, because if they started the
evening like that they would not last very long, unless he did intend to be
harsh on top of their already ruined bodies

   "You have some nasty damage there" I said, not so much in sympathy than
a matter of fact

   "Yes he has been getting us ready so we can take more, each time he does
it, tonight he said he wasn't going to spare us, and we are going to be in
agony for days, he said it was a proper test, because he thinks that this
house is awesome, he says it's the only place you can go as far as he likes
to go, and he has waited a long time to join it"

   that made me kind of proud, and I would agree that Dad and his friends
go to the extreme, and never hold back.  I learnt later that he really had
intended to let them heal, but he just couldn't keep himself from hurting
them long enough.

   I dressed Tammy in tights, sheer tan tights with a support part at the
top and pulled a pair of white knickers up over them, a short denim skirt
and a cropped t shirt finished off her outfit.  Nicola I dressed in a
standard primary school uniform, summer issue, a little blue check dress,
white ankle socks and black strap shoes, a vest went under the dress and I
put a cardigan on top, she looked a picture, I quite fancied the little one
myself.  The toddler, well she had a nappy on, I felt up the legs, it was
soggy with piss I thought I'd leave it pissy, I stripped her, and noticed
that she had no marks, as he had said, she hadn't been worked yet, my tummy
jumped in anticipation of how much her soft white baby skin would suffer
and I could quite understand how she would not recover from the nights
activities.  I dressed the tot in a dress with a bib and brace top and a
t-shirt, and carrying the tot,we went through to the performance area.

   Chapter 7

   Arnold was to have first go at me, Roland said that it would be good for
his twins and the toddler to watch, see how a professional works, that gave
me a flush of pride.  Arnold had constructed something which he had brought
in while I was out dressing the kids, they had hooked it up to the block
and tackle attached to the ceiling, Arnold called it Barbie pants, a good
joke they all thought, it was a pair of pants woven entirely from barbed
wire, leg holes and all, he had stopped in the countryside on his way, and
picked some juicy stinging nettles, he had laced them inside the wire pants


   The construction swinging there, looked a bit like one of those child's
swings, the ones that are like a box with two leg holes, safety swing I
chuckles to myself at the irony, because this was close fitting like pants,
and had cruel barbs, they stood me on a chair and I had to take my knickers
off, pull up my school skirt and climb into the Barbie pants.  I couldn't
see how I would actually step into them, as they were hanging off the
ground, my feet would not touch the floor, I knew this would hurt really
badly, I held the ropes that suspended the thing and stepped across my leg
descended and I swung the other leg over stepping off the chair, my two
feet were now poised over the wire knickers, and I was clinging to the
hangings, I felt the first scrape of the barbs, and as I slowly lowered
myself into the hanging device, I felt the barbs begin to jab into the soft
flesh around the top of my legs, I winced as the pain of the barbed wire
began to get to me, my feet did reach the floor, which was a blessing, and
Arnold immediately began pulling the rope, and the pants were hoisted up.
It was already uncomfortable just to stand in them, but as the garment slid
higher and higher the barbs bit into me cruelly, I could feel them around
the entrance of my vagina, let alone else where, I bit my lip, as I tried
to get used to the pain, the garment was as snug around my lower torso as
it was going to get, but then my feet were slowly lifted off the floor, my
weight bore down into the cradle, as the barbs bit deeper into my flesh, I
could see little rivulets of blood run down my legs and soak into my white
socks, the pain was unbelievable, barbs all over, the pain seemed to come
from everywhere.

   The present company watched in awe at the inventiveness of the device,
most of them were playing with themselves, or each other, when my feet were
two feet off the ground, Arnold stopped the hoist, he lifted my skirt so
everyone could see the cruelty he was inflicting with his `Barbie pants', I
knew that one barb was into my clitoris, he had carefully engineered it
that way, he was a perfectionist , as a technician, the one in my clit was
the most uncomfortable, although I sensed that the other barbs were doing
similar damage.

   Arnold announced that he was going to play pinnata, and took a broom
handle.

   "Only difference" he said " is I won't be blindfold",

   he raise the broomstick and struck me on the bottom over my skirt, there
was a metallic sounding clanging thud where the stick struck the barbed
wire, I felt the blow drive some barbs deep into my bum cheeks, he laid
down several really hard blows with the stick, each driving the barbs
deeper into the flesh of my bottom, than he turned his attention to the
sides and then the front, the front was by far the most painful, blood
dripped from under my skirt, he finished his first go with me.  He'd hit me
hard about thirty times, and I was suffering, the beating with a rod would
normally be light cruelty, but with the barbie pants, it was about all I
could handle in one go.

   Arnold lowered me to the ground, and had be sit and than lay back, and
with two of the others helping him, proceeded with the painful task -
painful for me that is - of extracting me from the wire pants, the garment
was jammed hard into my body, and as they raised my skirt everybody could
see the extent of the damage, I was a mass of bleeding gouges.

   "We may have to cut the thing off her" Dad said, "Its wedged pretty
deep, I think it would pull her skin off if we pulled it off"

   Thy got some side cutters, but Arnold said to wait, he wanted to try to
get it off me manually first, his idea being to cause as much pain and
distress as possible, he didn't want to destroy his invention, it was
pretty bent and buckled, with all the hitting it had taken, and being
misshapen would make it difficult to just `pull' off me.  I was distraught
at that, because I knew how much damage it had already done and I didn't
want great strips of skin peeling off me.  He got Dad and Colin to hold me
under the arms, dad said that he should stop as soon as he said, causing
pain was ne thing, but putting the `star' as he called me out of action for
the rest of the session was not going to happen, Arnold agreed.  Colin took
the opportunity to squeeze the little developing tits under my school
blouse.  As they held me tight, Arnold started to ease the barbs free, Oh
it did hurt, he wriggled it and eased and slid and slowly it started to
come loose, he jerked it every so often, after all the idea was to cause me
pain and suffering, the garment was slowly pulled off, and as it came so it
raked tram-lines of skin from my body and legs, it was finally free of my
body, and he passed the thing around to show everybody the bits of skin and
flesh still sticking to the barbs.

   I went and cleaned up the mess with some clean water and a flannel, I
pulled the knickers back up my legs and snapped them in place with a wince,
spots of blood reappeared all over them, when I got back in the room, they
were all congratulating him on his invention.

   Roland had decided to have me last, that would be tomorrow afternoon, I
must admit I was still a bit worried about what he wanted to do to me, but
hey!  There was a lot of treatment to go before that.  Caroline was up next
with her friend Jane, I really liked them, there was something so sexy
about lesbians, they were cruel, yes, but being women they seemed to know
the best games.  I know Jane loved to love bite me, I was usually covered
in them by the time she was finished, Caroline was if anything the moor
cruel.  She was into the cane and crop and sometimes the flogger, she had
her own special flogger, it was a family heirloom, and had been a coach
whip from years back when her family was `well to do', I noticed she had
taken it out of her bag, and it was laid on the sofa beside her, I had had
treatment from it before, it was a real stinger, its leather thongs were
old an gnarled, hard as hell and they cut deeply.

   Caroline and Jane started to kiss me, deep french kisses, they were
warming themselves up, getting really horny.  They were feeling up under my
skirt, all over my knickers, they were really pedo lesbians, loving the
feel of little girl.  They had me stand and pull down one pair of knickers,
they pushed me backwards over the back of the sofa, and drew my skirt up,
they made me leave one pair of knickers at my knees, I remember that was
something they specially liked, and I was presented to the whole gathering
my puss pushing out the front of my knickers lewdly, the blood spots
covering the whole area of material.  Caroline slipped Jane's knickers down
and balled them up, she pushed them into my mouth and tied one of Jane's
stocking around my head to keep them in, she picked up the flogger, and
drew it through her hand stroking it lovingly.

   "You ready chicken?" she asked

   "Mmmng yeth" I grunted back through the knickers, bracing myself for
some extreme pain,

   Caroline lifted her arm, when the blow came, no amount of `bracing'
could have prepared me, whether a lucky blow or precise aim, the strike
landed across one labia and my exposed clit, the material of my knickers
parted like it was tissue paper, the company gasped in admiration, I
squealed in surprise through my knickers gag, my eyes were squeezing tears,
that dripped down my cheeks.

   "C'mon chicken that was only the first" she said, a cruel lilt in her
voice,

   Jane held my skirt up and out of the way and Caroline started to lay
down blows all over my tummy, and my cunt, and down my legs, the knickers
were long since shredded, so there was no protection there, the thin hard
strips of leather were finding their way right into the slit with each
stroke, I was sweating with the exertion, as the my front became a mass of
blooded stripes, Caroline wasn't holding back, she was a powerful woman,
and she was giving each blow the full power of her arm.  She stopped
seemingly exhausted, someone had counted forty strokes.

   Caroline gave the flogger to Jane who they had agreed would do the other
side, I stood shakily, Jane was excited, I lay my bloody front down and
they again lifted my skirt, apart from the gouges from the barbed wire, I
was reasonably unblemished, the previous beat up day's injuries had nearly
faded away and were just brown and yellow memories.  Jane lifted the
weapon, Caroline pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart, quite alarmingly, I
knew that my puckered anus was really exposed, I knew it would hurt and
damage my little hole, and I really knew that someone would still be going
to sodomize me before the time was over.  The flogger descended, I heard
the whistle, and felt the sting as it struck me square on the stretched
anus, five more blows in quick succession landed in the same spot

   "Bloody little arse, you have there" Caroline said, indicating that the
skin was broken, Jane landed twenty or thirty more blows all over my
bottom, lower back and thighs.  They pulled up my knickers and put the
other pair on me, Jane took her knickers from my mouth and put the soggy
pair back on herself.  Then they let me rest, and had some refreshments.

   When I came back from the other room I saw they had strung the little
toddler girl up by the wrists and tied her tiny legs in a very stretched
open position on the X frame,she was weeping plaintively, not understanding
what was happening.

   " I flogged the other little ones last night, didn't mean to but I
couldn't help myself" Roland said, "shame really, I'll have to do other
things with them".  He chose the biggest man there, who was Colin.

   "Care to do the honours big boy" he said

   Colin jumped up eagerly, Roland reached into his big carpet bag and drew
out the biggest, meanest looking whip you ever saw, it was originally, I
suppose, a bull whip, thick and whippy, seven feet long and the handle
plaited leather, he'd knotted something into the three thongs telling us it
was rock salt which would break up and disappear as the whipping
progressed, he ripped the skirt and bib top off her little body, her
undamaged pink back shone out, so small and vulnerable, her and white
knickers looking so sexy, she'd wet herself and it dribbled down her legs
pooling on the floor beneath her.

   "Go to it big boy" Roland said, "Cut her hard, do it as hard as you can,
make her suffer" he said almost breathlessly "she's never felt the whip".

   Colin took hold of the whip, he studied it, his dick hard in his pants,
he was going to enjoy this,

   "How many, can I do fifty?" he asked "and hard as I like, remember,
she's only three" he added

   "Yes my friend, although I believe she may have turned four" if she
survives the next hour some of us can fuck her, maybe all of us!" he added

   Colin lifted his arm and delivered the first of fifty lashes to the four
year old tot's back, it was such a small back, only a tiny area to hit, the
whip cut through her delicate skin on the first slash, the force of the
blow knocked the wind out of the toddler, stopping her from crying out,
though you could see she was trying, her face was a picture of puzzlement,
at why anyone would want to be so cruel to one so little.  The gathered
company were enthralled, they were all masturbating at the scene.  Roland
gave me some smelling salts, and instructed me to revive her each time she
passed out, four times she passed out and each time I revived her the tot
was really suffering, he also said that I could save her one of the lashes
whenever I wanted by putting my hands in the path of the blows, I was in no
hurry to do that, as I was excited at watching the little kid suffer.

   The toddler passed out on the fourth blistering stroke, each stroke had
left a bloody track, and the blood was beginning to dribble down her back,
Roland instructed me to revive her, he said to Colin that they would tie
her up the other way round after twenty five blows, to get her front
bloody, I put the bottle under her nose and she shook her head and was
fully awake, I honestly couldn'tr imagine how she would last for fifty
lashes.  She began wailing and Colin started again, he struck her back ten
more times before she fainted again, I brought her around and he landed
another twelve heavy blows on the toddlers tender skin, he's decided to
strike her bottom with the last few, and did, really mangling the soft
cheeks.  The child was out cold as the untied her and turned her re-tying
her front outwards on the frame.

   She was a great looking little one, she was a really strong kid, sweet
outie belly button, protruding little girls tummy, and very pronounced
labial lips, which were really going to suffer.  Colin struck her front
full force, splitting her skin from nipple to thigh, he brought a couple of
blows sharply upward, the whip slicing her between the legs, its thongs
finding their way into he pussy slit.

   Roland told me to bring her round again, I tried but she didn't stir, he
leant in close, and listened, he pronounced her dead, from massive trauma.

   "Well she wasn't too good" He sneered, "But she has twenty four strikes
to go, and she will endure them"!

   It sounded rather strange, but Colin flogged the dead toddler with
another twentyfour blows, slicing her front to bloody ribbons, he landed
blows across her little face, her cheek split and her eye came loose, the
girl wasn't recognisable by the time he had finished his whipping.  They
cut her down and Colin laid her down on the bench, he glanced up at
Rowland, and without speaking Rowland nodded his approval, Colin took his
stiff member and started to insert it into the toddlers cunt, he pierced
her deeply, took her dead cherry and fucked her until he came, of course,
she didn't know anything about it, they discarded her body in the med room
to deal with later.

   Chapter 8

   I realised that was my break over, I was smarting a bit from the
flogging and the barbed wire pants, but on the whole I hadn't fared too
badly so far, but then the evening wasn't nearly over yet.

   Reg and Paula claimed me next, I knew this could get dirty, they were
really dirty people, and there was nothing they liked better than to share
their dirtiness with this little ten year old.  They called Nicola over,
their taste really was for smaller children than me, and even six was a bit
older than they liked, it's the bodily functions, smaller children can't
always control themselves, and these two love pee and shit.

   They put Nicola over Reg's knee and he took out an implement,

   "This is an American Police tazer" He said with a grin "They beef them
up somewhat from the British equivalent, it packs a bit of a punch"

   he pulled her little knickers aside to expose her fleshy buttocks and
Paula stretched her cheeks to expose her anus, Reg put the prongs of the
machine to the anal opening and pushed the trigger, the child let out an
agonised scream, and pissed herself, Reg was in heaven, the little girls
warm pee cascaded down over his trousers and onto the floor, Paula was down
there lapping like a little puppy, they were lost in their work, he zapped
again, Paula leapt away, having taken some of the charge through the wet
pee, she didn't seem to mind too much, but little Nicola did, she was
crying uncontrollably, he shifted the machine around to her front, he
pushed it into her wet knickers quite deeply and operated the button, this
time he didn't release it for four or five seconds, the girls body was
spasming.  Her legs flailing, then the desired effect happened, a light
brown turd squeezed from her bottom, as it did Paula wrapped her mouth
round it and as it squeezed out so she swallowed it, chewing as it went.

   Before the turd was finished Paula snapped the girls knickers back in
place and the little girl finished going into them.  They let the girl up
and she stood shakily on her feet swaying slightly, they pulled her
knickers off and Paula pulled her own down and stepped out of them, both
pairs were heavily soiled, she beckoned me in a sexy way, and picked up
Nicolas knickers, she opened them out and lifted them to my face,.I knew
what was expected, and I lowered my face into the mess in the child's
knickers, I felt the soft mush spread over my face, Paula gently smoothed
them over my face then discarded them, I must've looked a right sight, I
could feel the stuff sticking to my face, Paula massaged it into my eye
sockets and my nose, she took her own filthy knickers and popped them over
my head, she was masaging their contents into my hair.

   Reg and Paula spent the rest of their session with me just kissing and
licking my face and hair, cleaning off and eating the smelly stuff.  Scat
play was not my favourite game and I could feel the urge to puke starting.

   "Going to throw up angel?" Paula asked, I nodded

   "Do it here my darling" She said indicating her mouth which she opened
wide, she lay back on the sofa and waited, I climbed up her body and
positioned my mouth a couple of inches from her mouth, she really was a
twisted individual.  The puke violently ejected from my stomach and out of
my mouth, I could taste the acid burning my throat, Paula accepted it all,
swallowing repeatedly, till it was all eaten, she had orgasmed, and when
she recovered she said,

   "Now there's a bonus I didn't expect"

   Dad suggested we take a short break, asking me if I was OK

   "I'm Ok dad, but I really want to get hurt, I'm so horny that I think I
want the whip!"

   Everybody knew what that meant, it was dad's special weapon, it didn't
come out very often, and I certainly have never asked for it before, in
fact he'd only used it three times on me, it was fearsome, the Circle was
hushed as they all knew its potential.

   "Are you really sure sweetheart," he asked in a concerned way

   "Yes Daddy I really want to be damaged" I replied

   "You really are a joy to me" he said and the love between us was very
real

   Dad said that he would not do it till later as it might finish me for
the whole session, and Roland had been promised a session to damage me
already, Roland said that we could both get our wish, and that was agreed.

   We had our break and they took Tammy and started punching her, everyone
had a go they punched her from one to another, bloodying her noes, and
delivering some body punches that took her breath away, her eyes were both
nearly closed when they had finished, her nose was bloody and snotty and
she was crying profusely, Colin kicked her in the ribs a few time but she
had already passed out.

   Dad stood me against the wall, he lifted my arms and putting on some
handcuffs, he looped them over a hook on the wall, he did a thing he didn't
usually do, he started to remove my clothes, they all seem to prefer me
being dressed when punishment begins, this time however I knew Dad was
really getting ready to hurt me

   "I'll start on your back and bottom" he said with a tremble in his voice
"if you can take it I'd like to do your front" he continued

   Dad had never used the special whip on my front, everything there is so
much softer and more tender.

   "Don't mark her face" said Roland "I want to do the damage to that"

   That ripple of fear and excitement went through my tummy.

   Dad walked over to the cupboard, he took the whip down, this was a
serious weapon, Dad said once before that this could kill a grown man, and
he always exercised restraint.  I was going to get hurt quite seriously.

   "You know, my cherub" Dad started "That I will not hold back, once I
start I will see it through"

   I nodded yes, the whip had a single thong about ten feet long, it was
supple, but thick, it was woven or plaited, so it was very flexible, but
really heavy, I remember last time he used it, I remember the heavy thud as
it landed on the shoulders, the pain didn't start for some seconds but when
it did it was undescribable, and I had nearly passed out on the first
stroke...I was so excited.  I heard the heavy thong drag along the floor as
Dad brought his arm back, I scrunched my eyes up waiting for the
inevitable, remembering that I had actually asked for this.  I heard the
whistle as it rushed through the air, I don't know if you have watched any
torture videos, but in every one I have ever seen, the blows of whips are
soft and the girl squeals very unconvincingly, well daddy put every ounce
of his strength when he brought it down on my back, right in the small just
above my bottom, it was like a bright light, the heavy thong of the whip
smacked into me and sent me crashing into the wall that I was against, the
gathered company gave a collective gasp, I don't think they had witnessed
something as violent before, my knees buckled and I hung on my restraints
for a few seconds.

   I thought I had never felt something so satisfyingly painful before, and
that was only number one, I wondered how many he had in mind, and as I was
wondering so the second landed, higher this time, on my naked back, I could
feel its impact on my shoulder blades, where the bones are nearest the
surface.  The next blow seemed tocut me in half, well, that's what it felt
like ten blows landed and I was unconscious, when they brought me round I
had been swapped so that my front was facing out, my cheeks were soaking
with tears, I was sobbing, but I glanced into the eyes of my Dad, there was
control, there was love, he was assessing whether I was holding up.

   "Daddy" I said weakly, I'm sure he expected me to say stop, and he was
ready to stop, the whipping, and he would have

   "Daddy, hurt me badly, damage me, I want you to" I heard myself saying.
Almost as if it wasn't me saying it.

   I watched as he drew the whip back, until all ten feet was behind him, I
saw the exertion, the veins and sinews in his neck bulged as he coiled to
bring the whip forward to meet my skin, I didn't scrunch my eyes up, I
wanted to see him bring the whip down on me, and did he ever, the blow was
more powerful than ever, more powerful than anything I had ever experienced
in my short life, the huge black coil of thong landed it went from my
shoulder across my body diagonally, ending up at my thigh, and snaking
round the back, then he delivered nine more similar blows, going further
down my torso and legs.

   I was taken into the med room to rest and get prepared, when I came
round I heard whip sounds and realised they had started work on Tammy and
Alice the six year old twins, and they were really laying into them.
   Read more soon, any suggestions for more on this story are welcomed.