"Bbbbbut" she stammered, as I raised my arm to deliver the first lash, "it will hurt no matter what I do" She yelped and jumped around as the blow landed.

"I know" I grinned. "That's the whole point. You're between a whip and a hard pull" I chuckled at the humor she likely didn't enjoy. "YOU are deciding your punishment. What will it be? The pain of the whip, or the pain of your nipples being pulled almost off?" I could hear the masters laugh and clap. "Bravo" cried Midnite. The both stood up to retrieve change out of their pockets. I could hear the clinking of coins as they dumped their own "weapons" on the table.

I again raised the whip. SNAP! Across her taught stomach. SNAP! Ooo, that one hit the upper left thigh. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! I continued my assault, listening for the clink of coins dropping into the cups. Whenever I heard a pause in the coins, I took aim at a particularly sensitive area. SNAP to the underarm! SNAP! To the underside of a breast. Whenever I did this, she yowled and jumped, causing the cups to jerk and her breasts to bounce painfully. She once made the mistake of spreading her legs slightly and I took aim SNAP to her cunt lips. THAT one made her screech!

I stopped at one point to take a sip of water and noticed MasterMike having fun. He was flicking his fingers at his cup, making it swing and bounce, causing distress for slut sub. I think he was enjoying being able to torture her while sitting back with his feet resting on the table. As I went back to my task, slut sub started to babble, "no no no more, please" Nah, I thought, we're going to do a little more I continued my assault on her body with the whip. She was getting quite good at dancing. I guess she had decided that wanted coins. Her breasts were being pulled on so hard they were cone-shaped, and she was hopping from one foot to the other, making the cups dance a jig at the end of their strings.

As I whipped her I said, "I will stop if a clamp slips off and one of those cups hits the ground" I saw hope flare in her eyes and she jumped and jiggled like her life depended on it. I continued to stripe her, making a pattern of marks on her. She was beginning to look like she was wearing a mesh of welts. Suddenly, she threw her head back and screamed loudly as Midnite's cup landed on the ground, tipping over and spilling its bounty. The masters started putting the spilled coins into MasterMike's cup. They only added three coins before that one fell too.

She hung limply in her bonds. I coiled up the whip and hung it back on it's peg. She was lovely to look upon; her hair was clinging to her sweaty forehead, she was thoroughly striped and her nipples were purple and engorged. I sighed and smiled as I gazed upon her, then I turned and bowed to the masters.