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

“Don’t close your eyes or I’ll rip them out. I want you to see what you’ve created.” Then I go get the whip and snap it around Truda, watching as her body flinches. I can see her cheeks flushing with her need, see her arousal already starting to drip down her thighs with the anticipation of her pain. I snap the whip against his ass, watching the red line rise across her ass as Truda cries out, then arches her back as if begging for more. I give her a couple more whacks, seeing that she’s getting close to an orgasm.

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.

They moved together, bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat, eyes locked on me the whole time, teasing me with every sway of their hips. Lila spun upside down, legs spread wide on the pole, her wet pussy on full display as she held the position effortlessly. Sophia dropped to the floor, crawling toward me on all fours like a cat in heat, then rose to grind her body against the pole right in front of me, her ass shaking. I took a slow sip of whiskey, my cock already rock hard in my pants. “Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding. They obeyed immediately, moving toward me with hungry eyes.

He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed. His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.” Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

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.