----“Mother fucker”, I thought to myself, “that little bitch looks better than most of the young cunts here, in spite of her limp arm and crooke... leg. I gotta figure out a way to fuck that woman, no question about it.”----I’m sure many comments were made amongst the females that evening, about all the stiff dicks that were bulging in their swim trunks, especially when a man got out of the pool. How could you blame us, some of those bikinis became nearly transparent, when they were wet,. Their bodies received increasingly harsh blows covering their thighs, backsides, shoulders, and backs with swollen, red welts. As the flogging increased in intensity, the girls found their sub-space and fell deeply into it. Their cries and screams eventually stopped, emitting low moaning cries of lustful passion for their Master’s attention. Their flogging ended, Master cut them down after swabbing their bodies with pure lemon juice. The acidic sting of the lemon awakened them from their. She covered her breasts with her hands as she turned…SMACK!! SMACK!! The whip whistled through the air as it contacted her backside again, each leather strip stinging her skin just above her legs, two red marks now rising on her skin to join the first. First the pain, hurting her, taking a few seconds to subside before the delicious tingling and burning feelings coursed through her. “I asked you to remove the bra so I could see you, now drop your hands.” She obeyed and her full breasts were now. She smiled and was then gone.The only thing in that hut was a mat woven from something unknown to me. I was just so tired after my journey that I lay down and went to sleep. How I wished that I was back in the warmth and security of the convent.The lady came back again several hours later with a bowl of a spicy type of soup and a chunk of bread. The combination was most appreciated. She had shown me kindest but the only way we could communicate was by gestures.I named her Maria after Mother.