Best Whipping Scenes Novels & Stories

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

MOTHERFUCKER! Whack! The professor shrieks long and loud as she feels the pain of the whip slash through her back like a razor blade. The rush of the pain pushes her to go even more berserk then before. Her fingers reach backward and start scratching the pair of jeans that contained the muscular legs that were pinning her down. ”LYE, STOP IT! FOR GOD’S SAKES… ENOUGH!!!” WHACK! WHACK! The crazed woman cries out like a wild animal that’s being butchered. But her energy was waning and Hero is already expertly holding both her hands behind her hips with just one fist, leaving his whip hand free to do more damage if needed.

I laugh, purposely dropping ice cream on the other breast and moaning at the coldness as the ice cream melts. “Might want to be quick before it goes on the bedding,” I laugh, waiting for his response. He moves so quickly, his mouth gently sucking the ice cream off my breasts, his tongue teasingly licking the bits up that have melted. His hands spin me over, gripping my hips as he pulls me onto my hands and knees. He moves back, his hand grabbing the whip. I wait, praying I will feel it and that it will make me scream, but I don’t have much hope. I watch as the whip swings down. It is hard, I know that, so I hope I feel it. I scream, grabbing the pillow as I moan into it, forcing myself not t

'Whip' The sound of the whip echoes in the room as Lady Berenice's eyes bulges in horror. 'Whip' 'Whip' The Duchess tests the durability of the whip, which causes her to creep out a smile. "This will help you forget everything as it will take you to death." After that, the screams and shouts from the Lady's dry throat in every hit she takes from the whip overwhelm inside the room. Meanwhile, the maid sneakily headed into the Duke's room. Luckily for her, she was toured by one of the servants in the manor, so she didn't have to worry about getting lost in her tracks.

His hands move, gripping my waist. Flipping me over, I lie on my stomach. The feel of the leather hitting against my ass makes me moan. Pushing myself up onto my knees, I wait for the next whip. A moan escapes my lips just at the thought of it. The whip swings down, hitting harder than before. My body jumps forward, a small scream escaping my mouth. Rolling over, I look at him, his relaxed expression turning confused.

"No one is ever going to love you Delilha because you don't have what it takes to be loved. And as for the answer to your questions you're not going to get any. The whip moved faster than she could react as the tip arched in the air coming in contact with her back. It felt like a scorpion bite. Delilah cried out in pain. She flailed her arms as she tried to reach out and touch the place where the whip had landed but her shoulder resisted her. The whip landed again and again and again and each time she felt it dig into her skin she felt a little part if her consciousness leave with the whip. I'll teach you manners and by the time I'm done with you you're goingt to wish you never messed with m

I swing the whip down, watching her back arch as she expresses her pleasure. This is driving me wild; my hand swings again, the whip hitting down, her moans and screams louder. Slowly my mouth sucks on her nipple, releasing it from my mouth. I clip the clamp on, watching as her body jumps from the shock, my mouth teasing her next nipple, pushing the clamp onto it, watching her jump from the pleasure.

Ava p.o.v Whip. Whip. Whip. The sound of whip and TV were the only thing that could be heard in the silence of the room, I was drained of every last bit of strength I have left. The image of little Nikolai slowly and painfully carving Vince's back, drawing the letter V on Vince's back. Vince screamed and begged Nikolai to stop, but that little wizard laughs merrily as he continues doing his work. For once in the last ten minutes the whipping stopped, I had screamed my voice out with Vince earlier while watching that horrible scene. And now I think I lost my voice, I glanced at Marco for the first time since the TV was turn off, to see him cry as him watches everything.

Swish! The air whooshes and a second later I cry out in pain as the whip lands in my ribs, the searing pain making my breath catch as another lash lands on my legs, I cry out again and this only seen to fuel the Head Slave's anger because she lands a kick to my side.

He twists and moans because the fucker is turned on. Her precision is impeccable and I realize she's probably practicing during her forays to the gym. The club is quiet at that time of day and I would bet she's using one of the private rooms. My wife has mad skills with a whip. She also has a way of entertaining an audience. They stand in thrall of her scene. God, I've missed this. The whip portion of the scene is over as quickly as it began. Lydia lays the whip down before removing the anal plug and cock ring. She unfastens her sub from his bindings. Poor guy never had an orgasm. My wife knows exactly how to leave someone hanging.