Since lunchtime, Dolly had been naked, with her hands locked behind her back. According to Sadie, that was standard practice when a slave, due for a whipping, had to witness another punishment. 'I know Dolly's an old hand, but sometimes a slave gets very unmanageable when he or she realises what's in store.' After the first 'client' had been taken away they all had afternoon tea and scones, and although Dolly was quiet, she didn't show any sign of real fear. Annie, whose skin had prickled throughout the first whipping, had watched her carefully, and noticed that her breathing had deepened and quickened, and her skin had flushed, but that had passed since then. While they drank their tea, which Sarah had made, Stephanie asked Sadie whether slaves were always gagged while under the lash. 'I always do it, unless specifically asked not to', she replied. I'm a softie at heart, and I hate it when they plead.' As the others finished she went to her car for a hard case full of video cameras, and she set four of them up on stands to cover the area between the pillars thoroughly. After that it was time. She went over to Dolly and kissed her warmly, and thanked her for volunteering. Then she fitted her with a panel gag, complete with breather hole. Dolly accepted it meekly, and seemed quite calm as she was led over to the pillars and bound between them, this time using soft but thick rope. She wasn't blindfolded, and was free to watch while Sadie chose her whip; a thinner one this time, made of smooth leather. She was facing the opposite direction, that is, towards the watchers on the sofa, who'd be able to see her reaction, but not the pattern developing on her back. Annie was already feeling quite agitated, and Sadie was in no hurry. She approached Dolly from the front at first, stroking her breasts, and feeling inside her sex, testing her for wetness, and licking her fingers afterwards. Then she went behind, and the whipping began. It followed very much the same tempo as the previous one; the only real difference being that they could see Dolly's face, and understand much better the relationship between her movements and the impact of the whip. Two different things were happening. Firstly, her body was driven forward, bowed out by the sheer force of the impact. Then it twisted and shook as the pain took hold, and her breasts, subjected to both forces, deformed and quivered, the nipples moving both up and down and from side to side. She was very soon screaming into her gag, but Annie knew that meant very little. Experienced slaves did not try to keep quiet, knowing that it only provoked greater efforts. Nevertheless, after the first half-dozen her face was very red, and her eyes were wide and vacant. When Sadie was whipping backhand, Annie was sure that she was putting extra effort into it, bending her knees slightly to add still more force to the downward strokes. She could understand that to her, a veteran whipping slave who was unafraid enough to offer herself, was a special challenge. She could also see that, immediately after each strike, Dolly's knees bent slightly, and she hung for a few short seconds from her wrists. It seemed to her to go on a long time, but eventually it was over, and she guessed that this time there'd be a sexual element. Tossing aside the whip, Sadie quickly removed the gag, stood square in front of Dolly and kissed her hard. She was actually standing back a little, leaning forward, so with one hand holding the maid's head against hers, she used the other to masturbate her, scrabbling with her fingers, going straight for the clitoris. Soon Dolly was making a quite different kind of movement; her body undulating, rippling as the first climax tore through her. The two women's lips were locked, writhing together; this was what Dolly had suffered for. While Sadie was with her Sarah and Stephanie, obviously by prior arrangement, were stripping and hurriedly donning strap-ons, that were ready for them in a drawer in the coffee table. They walked over and Sadie stood aside, using her wet hand to lubricate Sarah's tool. That was then, quickly and ruthlessly, pushed into Dolly's bottom, while Stephanie took her vagina, taking over the kissing as well. The rippling movements started again, though Annie couldn't see them properly round the bodies of her mistresses. She could see that Dolly's hands, twisting in the ropes, were turning puce, and hoped that she wouldn't be bound like that for much longer.

Before Dolly was untied, still photographs were taken of her back to supplement the record from the video cameras. The pattern of narrower, darker lines was almost as precise as the last time, but there was a very slight imprecision in the backhand strokes, bearing out Annie's feeling that Sadie was trying just a little too hard. She admitted as much. 'I wanted to give her my very best, but in a competition I'd have held myself back a little. It can be a difficult decision. I'd have won more points for pain, but lost on precision. I'd probably have beaten most other comers.' When they got her down, Dolly had to be carried to the sofa, and immediately got lots of ointment, including some on her wrists and ankles, which were badly marked by the ropes. Sadie left the cameras in place. Although they'd originally decided to do Toby's punishment in the cellar, there was really no point in setting everything up again. In the hour before dinner was due to arrive, Sadie watched, very carefully, the footage from the front, studying Dolly's reactions closely. Sarah and Stephanie used a laptop to view the whipping from behind, watching only once. They perched in front of Annie, to let her see the screen over their shoulders. Then they went into the kitchen to lay the table, grumbling about the extra housework they were having to do, and Annie dragged herself over to lie with Dolly, just kissing her gently until they were called to dinner.