Best Whipping Scenes Novels & Stories

With a swift, decisive motion, I slammed my hand downward, summoning a black bullwhip that erupted with dark, flickering flames. The whip cracked through the air, its fiery tip wrapped around Raphael's throat with unerring precision. In one fluid, ruthless motion, I yanked him off his feet, slamming him to the ground with a force that sent shockwaves through the dark, scorched earth. With a sharp, brutal motion, I wrenched the whip free from Raphael's throat, its flaming tip leaving a smoldering gash in the earth beside him. I recoiled, preparing to strike again, but Raphael rolled clear just in time. My whip cracked down, smashing into the ground with explosive force, sending shards of dirt

The servants' eyes widened, but they dared not question me. "Perhaps this will loosen your tongue," I said, unfurling the whip with a dramatic flourish. I raised my arm, preparing to bring the whip down across Olivia's already bruised back. The anticipation of her screams made my heart race with dark excitement. (Olivia's POV) I braced myself for the bite of the whip, my back already throbbing from the Discipline Rod. Through the haze of pain, I heard the door burst open with a thunderous bang. "I'd like to see who dares touch my Olivia!"

I turn my attention and refocus on what they are doing. “She’s already tried that weird, paralysing shit…Didn’t work. Might as well kill me.” He says, spitting, or trying to. “Yeah, not happening. You see, she’s the expert when it comes to pressing points, whereas I? I prefer direct contact.” Stephanie chillingly explains, as she lathers the whip up in something while walking behind him. A knowing, grinning Theodora takes a step back, guiding Dean back as well. “Move behind me, the whip will hurt you if it splashes back on you.”

There was one more left and she could feel the anticipation in the air and the way the man with the whip adjusted his stance. Behind her, two fingers pushed inside her and her walls clenched around them. She whimpered, she felt hot, tight and desperate. "Last one," the man with the whip said. "This one's for your pretty mouth." The whip cracked and this one landed across her breasts, it went from her collarbone to her ribs and the man behind her curled his fingers inside her and she came while screaming.

— I don't need freedom to do whatever I want — I mocked sadistically. I ran the tip of the whip over her ass, feeling my fucking arousal increase as I delivered a hard slap right in the center of her ass and the woman gasped, but didn't scream. I slid the whip over her pussy, a small spot, a closed rose. — Spread your legs — I ordered.