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Jeff stepped back to admire his wife stretched out against the new post. He stood back, measuring out the length as he had the night before, and brought the whip around behind him. His first tentative swing forward to make sure his distance was correct did not have much force behind it, but Blush still swayed a little and gasped in surprise. Satisfied he was standing where he should be, Jeff raised the whip again and this time swung harder, watching the end of the lash cross Blush's back. She tensed, then moaned softly as the effect of the stroke sank in. Jeff felt his erection grow even harder as he fulfilled one of his deepest fantasies, and swung the whip again. The lash caught Blush across the middle of her back again, and Jeff saw the muscles in her arms and shoulders tense against the pain. He began to whip her hard... again... and again. He watched her jerk against her bonds as she began gasping harder and crying out with each lash she took. The whip continued to snap against her bare skin, leaving long red lines. Soon, Blush convulsed and cried out with each lash and started to feel hot tears on her cheeks. Still, she knew better than to beg. She was determined to take every lash Jeff intended to give her.
"Face the post and start undressing," Jeff said. Blush walked calmly to the post and stood, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. All too soon it seemed, it was lying on the floor and kicked away, and she stood, bare from the waist up. Blush then reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt and unzipped it, letting the fabric slide down her thighs before ending up on the floor as well. Before she could go further, Jeff cuffed her wrists quickly and hooked the leather cuffs to the top of the whipping post. He had measured well; her feet were barely on the floor. With nothing left to do, Blush waited.
Today, Blush had received a text from Jeff at work. It was simple. It read: "Tonight you will be whipped. Wear a black skirt, white blouse, thigh-hi nylons and heels. No underwear. Put your hair up. Be ready when I get home." Blush's heart fluttered when she read it, and she felt her pussy moisten. Filled with apprehension and anticipation all wrapped up into a ball in her stomach, she finished her day and prepared herself as instructed. When she heard Jeff's car in the driveway and his key in the lock at the front door, she jumped. When he walked in, she could tell he was already aroused. She stood there in the entrance to the hallway leading back to the room, waiting. In what seemed like a blur, she found herself led to the back room and pushed in gently. She heard the door close behind her. She glanced at the post, knowing that was where she was ending up.