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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:14:09 GMT -8
"Oh fun." Bastille mused darkly. Somewhere the twin girls were giggling in their cribs- already able to smile.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:15:30 GMT -8
Again the whip cracked out. Crossing over the cut that was made first. Each blow would come moments after the last one. Giving Rai time to feel and register each blow. Letting the whip strikes cross each other as much as he could. Until all ten strikes were finished. Lowering his arm he would hand the whip over to Bastille.
"My love."
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Feb 26, 2013 0:20:36 GMT -8
Rai didn't start crying out in pain till the fifth one hit. After that though he couldn't hold in the pain. When Mathew stopped Rai forced himself to use his own two feet again and not the supports Mathew had raised. Now it was Bastille's turn. Rai would brace himself.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:25:29 GMT -8
Bastille would take the whip quietly and stand delicately.
"Darling you shouldn't have." She said smirking as she walked over to Rai and held the whip down a bit. She took out a small towel and began to rub the sweat from his back taking care to push her fingers slightly harder over the wounds. She stepped back from him, and smiled.
"I like to see where I'm doing art" She sighed, and took the whip in hand again. And she waited, she wanted the intensity to build. It was more fun when they were waiting without relief and the fear of the unexpected rose. Meanwhile, Bastille would stand quietly, not letting him have any clue as to when she would start- although she was musing over whether or not to use water.
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Feb 26, 2013 0:36:58 GMT -8
Rai would stand up straighter and he would pick his head up and he stood there not exactly defiant but, composed. He would wait until Bastille was ready to begin her portion of the punishment. But until she was Ready to begin Rai would stand like a man rather than slouch like the dead.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:38:03 GMT -8
And....more waiting. Bastille was checking her nails quietly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:40:09 GMT -8
Mathew scooped up some stone from the street and would just begin to mold it like it was clay.
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Feb 26, 2013 0:44:28 GMT -8
Rai continued to stand tall. The pain in his back throbbing so much so that Rai was curious if his back and grown a heart in all the beating. But he would continue to stand there until the time came.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:50:16 GMT -8
Bastille would wait about 15 minutes before lashing her whip out violently, the rope instead of hitting his back would wrap around his neck. Immediately she'd slacken it and draw it back-
"Opps....missed"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:52:52 GMT -8
Mathew just continued his mini sculpture seeming to pay little heed to Bastille and Rai, even if he was paying attention. More than it would appear by looking at him.
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Feb 26, 2013 18:39:19 GMT -8
Rai started coughing because the whip had wrapped around his neck, it was painful but he knew it wouldn't count as one of Bastille's hits. So he still had five to go. After coughing he would stand straight again and he would nod at Bastille's comment, hoping that it wouldn't "accidentally" happen again...
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 18:42:10 GMT -8
"Careful sweety, you are getting clumsy in your old age."
He said with a small smile. The stone figure starting to take shape in his hands.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 23:29:39 GMT -8
"Careful the whip might find itself around your neck love- then were would we be?" She said carefully. She was examining her nails again before quickly she sent one lash to his back. She sighed.
"Wonder if I can carve initials in four strokes..."
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Feb 26, 2013 23:32:12 GMT -8
Rai cried out at the sudden lash of pain, he knew it was coming but he didn't know when and the sudden strike caught him off guard. His right leg quivered and bent but he tried to pick himself up again.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 23:44:35 GMT -8
"You know I like to do the tying up dear."
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