"Well we better do what I came here for." He said

"OK!" replied Yvette pretending to be reluctant but the look in her eyes gave away the passion that she was feeling.

The arousal that the women were experiencing was further indicated by the sticky wetness that was obvious on the vinyl of the settee when each stood.

He took the piece of apparatus that he had had designed from the golf bag. It was made of two stainless steel bars and one screwed into a hollow section of the other. There was a rubber foot at the end of each one. Rings were each welded to the end of each bar near the rubber foot.

The girls couldn't understand how it worked and so Lachlan went to the doorway that joined the living room to the kitchen and held the bar just below the head of the door frame. He unscrewed the threaded bar from the internally threaded section causing the total length to increase. Soon he was grunting as he turned the two sections as hard as he could to cause the bar to wedge between the sides of the door frame near the head. He went back to the golf bag and came back with two padded wrist cuffs each connected to a short chain. There was a hook on the end of each chain.

He held out the cuffs to Yvette.

She put them on.

"Hannah, I want you to restrain your mother," he instructed.

"How?" she asked.

"Put the chains through the rings at the end of the bar and pull them down firmly to get her wrists up nice and high, and then secure the chain in place by winding the extra chain around the bar and hooking it back to a link in the chain."

Without being asked, Yvette walked over and stood in the door way and raised her cuffed wrists up as high as she could. Hannah was unable to secure the chain while standing on the floor so she got a stool from the kitchen and stood on it.

As a result of Yvette assisting in her own restraint, the woman was soon standing in the doorway with her arms high in the air, unable to move.

She presented a wonderful sight. She was a beautiful woman at any time but now, naked, with her huge breasts exposed and presented so proudly, there would hardly be a man who could look at her and not become erect. She was obviously aware of how she looked and her face was softly blushed as was her neck and her upper chest. Lachlan took a very close interest in the breasts that he was about to hurt so very much. He noticed that her breasts hung well below the inframammary fold. The bottommost curve would have been level with her elbow had her arms been at her side and not high in the air. Her thimble sized nipples were centered in her large aureole each the diameter of a wine glass. He figured that with his newly acquired proficiency with the whip, he could land a stroke between the bottom of her aureole and the under curve at the base. He could easily land three strokes on the large upper surface of the breasts. He could then land two strokes on the aureole above and below the nipples. Finally, he would land a last stinging stroke across the nipples as he had so successfully done before.

Yvette knew that he was not looking at 'the girls', as she often called them, to admire their beauty but he was plotting how best to hurt them. She was trembling.

"Is there anything that you want to say," he asked, "otherwise, I will not stop until you have received seven strokes?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

He took up position to her left and swung. The thong bit into her soft white flesh and caused each large mammary to leap as if it had a life of its own. Their owner shrieked and so did the daughter as the savageness of the punishment became apparent. She did a dance as the pain spread through her body and repeatedly muttered "Oh Shit!" in between gasps and howls. Eventually she began a soft keening until she took control of herself and pushed her breasts forward, heaving though they were from her heavy breathing, to accept another stroke.

The next ran across the tops of the breasts and brought the same reaction from the woman. By striking near the tops of her mounds they did not jump as much as they did on the previous lower stroke. Hannah watcher mother's suffering as she bit into her knuckles.

The subsequent two strokes brought louder screams from the woman and by the fourth stroke she maintained a continual howl only interrupted by gasps for breath or a shriek from the impact of the leather. Though still howling, she bravely offered her breasts to accept the fifth stroke which was to be the first to cut across her aureole.

Despite the calming effect of the endorphins that were now flowing through her body, her reaction to this stroke was by far the most violent. A long wide open mouthed very high pitched scream filled the house and she did a running on the spot as she dealt with the pain radiating from the line of densely packed nerves in one of a woman's most sensitive places.

Regaining control took much longer and although she did eventually thrust out 'the girls' for the next stroke it was with much greater trepidation. When Lachlan lifted the whip, she flinched and pulled then back.

"Stand behind your mother and push her forward to take the stroke." Lachlan instructed Hannah.

She squeezed past her in the doorway and did as he instructed.

Yvette closed her eyes so that she could not see the stroke coming.

When her full throated scream filled the room, Lachlan kissed her on the mouth which stifled the scream. She now had six raised bands of red running across her breasts with two running over her aureole. The one clipping the lower section ran approximately one inch below the nipple and had darkened to a deep purple. The upper line was only half an inch above the left nipple and slighter higher than that on the right.

Lachlan continued to kiss her mouth as her cries subsided and he kissed the tears from her eyes as well. Eventually she stood with her entire body glistening with sweat and her chest heaving as she panted.

He nodded to the daughter who, with a hand below each of the woman's shoulder blades, pushed her terrified mother's body forward to receive the last and most terrifying stroke.

Yvette began to keen quietly, and Hannah bent forward and briefly kissed her mother gently on her neck. This time Yvette called on all of her courage and looked boldly at her lover as he swung his arm back before bringing the lash with very great speed and accuracy across her two proudly presented swollen nipples. The breasts jumped together as the energy dissipated through them. The pain as the hundreds if nerves and capillaries in these most sensitive little protuberances were broken flooded her mind in a tsunami of agony.

Again a howl from deep in her throat filled the room. She paused for breath and howled again. She again began to run on the spot and cast her body this way and that in what seemed an effort to somehow throw off the pain. After a while, she calmed down and Lachlan and Hannah released her from the wrist cuffs and escorted her whimpering to the bedroom.

In her bedroom, standing, cupping her breasts, she looked at Lachlan and said, "Hold me!"