The Weekend Whip Novels & Stories

Jake demanded, raising the whip again. Tears stung my eyes as I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The whip fell again, this time across my breasts, wrapping around to sting my nipples. I screamed, my body arching involuntarily. "Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken. "Please stop." The whip struck my thighs, leaving angry red welts in its wake. Jake laughed, a cold, cruel sound that made my skin crawl. He dropped the whip and grabbed the harness, forcing me to my feet. The double-ended dildo was cold and unyielding as he positioned it against my holes.

There was something about this whip, anywhere the whip touches, it leaves a scary mark. “Are you ready to say something? Or should I destroy your pretty face with this whip? This whip is not an ordinary whip, there is a wolfsbane attached to this whip, these scars won't disappear for a very long time”. “I have given out my blood to the first person that came here. How is it my fault that it didn't work? You should get this information from the person that told you that my blood is special". I replied with anger as the whip continued to hurt me.

“For sleeping the night in my bed, I punish you to 50 whips on your back and behind, so that next time, you do well to remember not to do that mistake twice. Now count out loud and I suggest you do not miss a number” WHIP! I woke up screaming from the memory. The sting of the whip was very real it made me touch my back instantly. I winced as my hands touched a cut from the bull whip from last night’s punishment. Of course it wasn’t healed. Nothing on my body was healed. I was covered in red marks from his whips as well as the cuts that the bull whip made on my back. The wolfs bane I drank last night made sure of it. It would be at least three days until my healing abilities would kick off.

"Good, I don't want her seeing this. I have already blocked what little we have of a mate link, so she won't feel anything from what happens here..." He nods, but not just to me. I gasp as the first of my 50 lashes hits my back. The whip is made up of 3 leather strips which then have 3 thin strips of silver braided over and in the leather, making it not only sting from the impact but burn from the silver. After 25 lashes, Elijah then passes the whip to Nathan, who then moves behind me and starts the next 25 lashes. Once they have finished, Nathan hangs up the whip and then they both leave the pack centre. The rest of the pack follows, only to return the next day, ready to watch the next 50 l

I know the kind of whip used to cause such scars. “How—Who whipped you?” My wolf is anxious and angry. It’s pacing inside the confines of my mind. If I am right, then these marks are not just scars; they are permanent wounds. In the Eastern Kingdom, prisoners are tortured using a particular whip that has steel barbs on the end of it. Those barbs are coated with the most potent form of wolfsbane. The purpose of that whip is to force the wolfsbane so deep inside the prisoner’s body that it can never be removed. It is an extremely barbaric form of torture that even the North does not practice. I’ve seen pictures of such wounds. It appears that my mate has been whipped not once but multiple time

Cameron raised the whip in her hand. “Do you want to learn?” Daisie was startled and pointed to the whip. “You want me to learn how to use a whip from you?” “Don’t underestimate the power of whips. Whips are considered one of the cold weapons that have existed since ancient times. There are eleven ways to maneuver a whip, and there are soft and hard whips. You can use a single whip or dual whips. Metal whips and leather whips are the most common ones, and this is a leather whip, the more common one out of the two. It’s the easiest to maneuver for beginners.”

she said to the maids. They hesitated for a while, wondering if my mistake really warranted the whip. It was all happening really fast to me, like everything was sped up and I was just some character in an old movie. What was the whip? They never had it when I was here. But then again, they never had an evil Luna too. I soon found out that the whip was the Luna way of disciplining the people she said went out of line. Like me. The whip was a long one, made with pure leather and left with sharp thorns all over, to inflict twice as much pain with each stroke

for now. He strode to the weapon table. His fingers hovered over blades, picks, and knives until they closed around the whip. It wasn’t just any whip. It was one of Silvio’s special creations. A whip laced with thorned steel. He grabbed it, turned then struck them without warning.

It was a black leather single tail whip. I was speechless for a few seconds. "Uh, is that like a miniature bullwhip?" I finally asked. "It's called a signal whip," she replied. "I actually thought about getting a bullwhip but the guy at the store recommended this for beginners, it's only 4 feet long and he said it would be easier to control and safer to use." "Well," I said, "safer sounds... good." She uncoiled the whip, dropped the end down to my cock and slowly looped it around the shaft.

Nothing else. "Tell me when the whispers find the Baron," Rose said, and stooped to check the petals of a rose. "I guess I am yours to command," Fred said, "but I don't sit well with you killing that innocent White girl. I know you wish to end the race. Can't you wait for another century, or another millennium?"