"I'm gonna teach you to obey," Rose hissed in Gillian's ear. "I'm gonna whip your panties off you."

"No, please, I won't do that again! I won't!" Gillian begged.

"Damn right!" Rose laughed, then stepped away.

"No, please, noooo!" Gillian wailed, as the whip cut into her ass. She jerked against Dean's hand, but his grip was more than strong enough to keep her face down on the tabletop. "Please, I won't do it again, I'll do what you want! Urrghhh!"

She screamed as the whip cut her ass hard, leaving a red welt over her flesh. She flung her hands back to protect her ass.

"Take your hands away," Rose said.

Gillian sniveled and wept, holding her ass, trembling from head to toe.

Suddenly, Rose gripped Gillian's wrists and wrapped something around them very fast, binding them together. Gillian struggled and wept, but Rose slid the leather strap around her neck and pulled, shoving her hands up almost as high as her shoulder blades. Then, she tied the strap off and chuckled.

"You'll pay for that, too, bitch!" Rose promised.

Gillian wailed as the strap around her neck began cutting her air off. She gasped, then heaved, screaming as the whip cut into her ass.

This time Rose was whipping across her ass, lashing into her panties; cutting up the thin material with each blow, ripping the garment away in strips, as the whip cut and swung.

"Aaaghgh! Please, no, no, aurrghh!" Gillian screamed, then leaped right out of Dean's grasp, and went rigid, screaming her heart out.

The whip's tail had cut right between her legs, lashing into her spread pussy, the tip cutting right into her clit. The agony was beyond anything she'd ever known. She gasped for air, hands pulling the strap tighter around her throat. While she was still screaming and gasping, the whip lashed her again, ripping off a large section of her panties. Dean grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her back down to the table again. The pain was driving Gillian mad.