The Weekend Whip Novels & Stories

Lisa commands. "Clint, get the she-wolf some clothes for after," Emmett says quietly. "Yes, Luna," Amber finally squeaks out. Lisa draws the whip back and cracks it perfectly. Amber's body jerks, and she screams when the whip hits her. "I will not touch what is not mine," she sobs Whish, crack "I WILL NOT TOUCH WHAT IS NOT MINE," this time she screams it. Lis must have gone harder. Whish, crack "I will not touch what is not mine," she says, falling forward.

My whip cracked down, smashing into the ground with explosive force, sending shards of dirt and grass flying in all directions. Undeterred, I spun the whip above my head in a blurring arc, its flames cast eerie shadows on the surrounding terrain. As I released the whip, it shot forward with deadly precision, aimed squarely at Raphael's torso. But he vanished, reappearing a foot away, and my whip struck only empty air, its flames hissing in frustration.

Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had to fawn over them so they would put in a good word for them at Tianyuan City. Losing his temper, the envoy recited a spell and a whip glittering in gold immediately appeared in his hand. The whip was dubbed the Ghost-beating Whip, designed to strike disobedient demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. One whip was enough to strip someone off half his life.

Marcus says. He picks up a leather whip from the table, it's not silver, thank the Moon Goddess, just regular leather, but I know it's going to hurt anyway. "Count them," Marcus orders, "out loud, if you stop counting, we start over." "How many?" I ask. "Ten," he says, "ten lashes every morning for the first week, then we'll see how you're doing." The whip cracks through the air, pain explodes across my back, I scream.

The ring will trap the blood in his cock and make the wait for release agonizing. "Shh, don't make a sound or you won't like the punishment." I use a four-foot braided whip. It's new leather, I can smell it. I warm up my wrist and snap the whip a few times. Adam sucks in a sharp breath and I smile again while my mind drifts to the deep dark place I crave. This is my own special universe where I can block out everything around me and concentrate on my sub.

Allegra promised and he nodded when she got up. Alpha Allegra found the box that was there and opened it to see the perfectly curled leather bullwhip. She held the rubber handle and drew out the long weapon slowly. It had sharp silver attached at different points and the whip popper was made of pointy silver wires. "Just what I need" She whispered and looked into the face of Shane. He was still worried.

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

“I want you safe. Anything you need, I want you to have this man do it for you. If he tries to come close, you’re to use this.” He reaches to the stone wall and unhooks something—an object that glints bone-white in the firelight. My breath stalls. It’s a whip. But not just any whip. The handle is leather, but the length… It’s made of bone. Human bone. Jagged vertebrae strung together, some notches still stained with dark, dried blood.

Basically, he’s topless with a heavy metal skirt-like armor around his waist and a bond on his biceps. Taking heavy and strong steps forward, he firmly grabbed the silver whip from the table without hesitation and slashed it through the air, letting everyone hear its monstrous sound of impact as it slashed into the empty space. Almost everyone let out a gasp of shock at the punisher’s raw strength, adding the fact that the whip was made of silver and had thorns on it. “Let’s begin,” Prince Deacon uttered as he sat down on his seat. Gestured by his eyes, I swallowed my awkwardness and sat down on the chair beside him as if I were his right hand.

An evil aura surrounded him. Eric swung the whip down on Sydney without saying anything, flogging her entire body with all his might. Sydney screamed in pain and begged him to stop. Even William was shocked by his cruelty for a brief period. Leah was whimpering piteously behind her gag, tears streaming down her face. Fiona finally dashed over to Eric and snatched the whip.