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Laurenôs eyes opened in a split second, yet she was still very disoriented. I ripped the strap back from her, winding up for a second blow. It wasnôt until I was bringing the strap through the air the second time that she realised she was going to be hit again, and it registered that she should move. She jolted once at her bindings before the strap slapped savagely across her shoulders, every muscle in her body tensing, the tendons in her neck standing out as she began screaming. I whipped her a dozen times across her beck and shoulders, the power and force with which she yelped sending power into my arms, causing me to punish her soft flesh harder with each stroke. I dropped the whip to my side, staring for a moment at her battered back and shoulders, hundreds of swollen raised lumps decorating her, some of them oozing a little blood, all of them already turning purple.