William then nudged her foot with his indicating that she should spread her legs. She did and he nudged again. She was now very widely spread. William then stooped down and attached a restraint to her ankle. He nudged her other leg and she moved it even farther out. He then attached the second ankle cuff.
“This is called a Lambda Restraint,” The Whipmaster explained to the crowd. He pronounced it “lam-bu-duh.”
Two of the assistants walked to the front of the stage carrying white cards with a black symbol on them that looked very much like missy’s body did hanging from the restraints. “This is because,” he continued, “the person’s body looks very much like the Greek letter Lambda, especially if they lose consciousness and hang limply from their wrists.”
The Whipmaster then moved into position and William continued the explanation. “The Lambda Restraint is actually the best one to use when whipping because there are no posts or walls to prevent the whip from curving around to the sides of the person’s body.”
Missy could not see him, but could tell by the change in the volume of his voice, he was now looking at her. “In addition, the person being whipped is often forced to press their body against the rough wood in an attempt to escape the pain.”
“Rough wood?” missy thought. “This thing is totally smooth. I could slide against it all day with no problem.”
“For most people held in the Lambda’s grip, however,” he continued as he turned back to face the crowd, “there is no escape from the pain.”
“Oh!” missy said aloud. She then continued silently, “He’s telling me how I can get through this.” She tentatively ground her crotch against the metal pole. “This could work… or at least I hope it will work.”
William reverted to his ringmaster voice and cried out, “Ladies and Gentlemen. You are about to witness an attempt at a record. The Whipmaster’s record for consecutive strokes of the whip without breaking skin is currently forty-two. Today he will attempt to extend that record to forty-six.”
He then walked over to missy and pretended to check the restraints. As he reached up to check the wrist cuffs, his mouth was close to missy’s ear. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly, “he’s actually gone well over one-hundred in past years.” He laughed softly and added, “But the audience doesn’t know that.”
After William stepped back, there was a long silence– a long, long silence– as The Whipmaster stood behind missy slowly moving his whip up and back. The long leather snaked back and forth as the tension grew in the crowd. Finally, when the buzz of the crowd dipped to total silence for just a moment, he flicked his wrist in a slightly different way and the whip snapped out across missy’s ass.
The loud “crack!” could be heard throughout the stands. Also heard throughout the stands was missy’s quick shriek as she cried out in pain. It felt as if her ass were suddenly on fire. To the people in the crowd, it seemed as if the force of the blow drove missy forward onto the post, but it was just her own muscles reacting to the noise and pain.
The smooth metal post seemed especially cold as missy ground her crotch against the pole as the pain reverberated throughout her body. She knew that the only way she could endure the pain was to go into the pain and hopefully change it into pleasure. Actually, it wasn’t pleasure she sought as much as the lessening of the pain sensations.
“Hurt but not harm,” she began saying to herself over and over and over again.
“Crack!” the whip slashed once again into her body.
She again ground her crotch into the pole as she tried to deal with the pain. A new welt appeared across her ass about a hand’s width up from the previous strike.
“Hurt but not harm, Hurt but not harm, Hurt but not harm, Hurt but not harm,” she found herself repeating. With each “Hurt,” she pushed herself forward against the cold metal.
“Crack!” the whip struck again. The Whipmaster had moved up exactly the same spacing to leave a third welt across missy’s back.
“He’s more accurate than that robot,” missy thought. “He’s almost a machine himself.”
She hugged the pole as best she could with her shoulders and legs and said softly aloud, “Hurt but not harm.” This time she actually believed it.
The whip cracked again and a fourth welt appeared on missy’s back. The distance between the stripes was exact. Missy again thought of the machine which had caned her a few days ago. It had struck only as hard as necessary to raise a welt and missy had been able to turn those sensations of pain into sensations of pleasure.
“Hurt but not harm, Hurt but not harm, Hurt but not harm.”
As she had with the robot, missy was able to slowly dull the sharpness of the pain. With each strike, the pain became less true pain and more sensation which the body could interpret as it wished. And there were two advantages to being whipped rather than being caned.
First off, the whip was softer and slightly bigger than the rod used to cane her. This meant that the area was slightly wider where the whip came in contact with her skin and that it did not concentrate the force as greatly at the initial point of impact.
Secondly, missy was held in a Lambda Restraint rather than bound tightly between upright posts of a square frame. This meant that she could grind her crotch against the post and slide her cunt up and down on the smooth metal.
There were now two sets of sensations flooding her body, the pain– now made generic by her concentration on the fact that the whip would hurt but not harm her body– and the pressure against her cunt and clit which could only be interpreted as pleasure. When the two sets of sensations combined in her mind, they combined as pleasure.
“Crack!” the whip slashed across her back and she thrust her body heavily against the post. The crowd could see her move and assumed that the force of the strike was making her grind against the post, but the truth was, she was pushing herself against the post before the leather made contact with her flesh. That way there was a pulse of pleasure that radiated outward from her cunt just before the pain flashed outward from her ass.
From the audience point of view, The Whipmaster would strike and a new welt would immediately appear in the exactly spaced pattern on the repentant terrorist’s back. Missy would then scream in pain and thrash against the post, pulling as hard as she could against her restraints. Many in the audience were themselves getting sexual satisfaction out of watching this merciless whipping.
From missy’s point of view, she would thrust her very wet cunt against the post, almost crushing her clit against the cold metal. The resulting sensations would drive her higher up orgasm mountain. Adding to the drive toward the top of the mountain would be a sudden flood of intense sensations as the leather slammed across her back or ass. The combination of intense sensations would cause her to drive her cunt even harder against the post as her body shook with the intensity of what she was feeling. Needless to say, missy was also getting sexual satisfaction from what appeared to be a merciless whipping.