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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 11:16 am
Shrilyn removed her top, uncaring if the male saw her. Her body was a well defined machine, ready to kill at a moment's notice. The black skin of her body shone in the soft light. But for now it was something to be punished for it's mistakes. She took her place infront of the wall on her knees facing away from Val. With one had she tied up her hair away from her back. The last thing she needed was to explain red hair. Also it was more sanitary.
"Ok, I'm ready to be punished." She waited, wondering how the male would perform. His family was well known for their ability with a whip so she was about to get a first hand experience. Of course she was unaware males were not allowed to do this. As she waited she thought of her own family and what a disgrace they were. Perhaps she should do something about it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:25 pm
With a quick prayer to the Goddess, trying to justify himself, though he knew there was no justification, Val brought the whip down with a flicking motion of his wrist, striking viciously at the softer skin at her waist, letting the tip of the wrap a little around the side of her waist. It wasn't anything damaging, but it would sting horribly. It was more painful for females - even ones as fit as Shrilyn - to be struck there with a fine tip than it was for a male because the area was more sensitive for them, apparently. It was something he had learned from his sister when she had been teaching him initially to use a whip effectively.
His next blow fell just to the right her spine near the top of her lumbar vertebrae. It was close enough to an important part of her nervous system that she would feel it in more places than just the site of the wound. His successive blows were no harder than the first ones, but they were placed carefully to be painful without doing too much damage. It was still a challenge to create fifty strokes' worth of pain while only using the lower back area. There were more sensitive parts of the body which would have made it go more easily for him, but he could see from the scars already there that her preference was for the lower back. Or maybe that was just where she always managed to hit when she whipped herself.
He watched her very carefully, ready to stop in an instant. He would not stop if she shed tears, or if she cried out, but if it reached the point where she lost consciousness or if she gave certain other signs, whether or not she gave her signal, he would stop. It was painful to use the whip, having been the recipient of a beating already, but he simply worked past the pain. That was what one did. When he had finished he lowered the lash slowly and looked appraisingly at its blood-flecked tip, and at the blood smeared across her back and splattered a little on the floor around her. He had not been as tidy as he might have been, he supposed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:38 pm
Without a doubt, this was the worst whipping she had ever experienced barring what her own sister had done to her once. The male obiviously knew where to hit to make waves of pain run up and down her body. It was interesting, from her toes to the top of her head she could feel the waves of pain with each strike. But this was not why she was being whipped, she was experiencing the pain to be reminded of her failures during that week's training. She braced herself as she went over every shot she had missed.
Each one was different. The hold she had taken, the length she had pulled the string back, even the slight movement of her arm as she released the arrow. For every shot she looked over them and decided what to correct. This was part of the reason she asked for so many, in order to take the time to go over her shots. She realized quickly he had figured out where she hit herself the most to get the most pain. Also upper back whippings tended to mar her accuracy.
Once it was over she took a few breaths before standing back up. She reached into her bag near her work station and pulled out a small jar of salve. She unscrewed it then handed it to Val. "Here, apply this to my wounds. I shall do the same for you. It prevents infection." Despite her need for perfection and pain, she wasn't stupid. While whips weren't exactly deadly they could lead to some very serious infections and illnesses. So she always took care to doctor her wounds.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:09 pm
Val continued to watch carefully as she rose. His gaze took in her entire body, but he did not focus on any one part so much as on the whole, watching for a sign that he might have been too harsh, or gone too far. He had fallen short of the fifty lashes by twenty seven, but his training and experiences had made him better-prepared than he had anticipated. He wondered if, maybe, he ought to have slowed down to give her more time for what she needed to to do for her training.
He took the jar and sniffed testingly. Being familiar with the methods used in tending wounds dealt by a whip, he was able to tell more or less what had gone into this salve. He thought it prudent of her to consider the matter, however it would make more sense to wipe away the blood before applying the stuff, and he hadn't noticed any sort of cloth or material which could be put to that use. It didn't make a great deal of difference, of course, but it would give him a better idea of what sort of damage he had inflicted if he could see the actual injuries.
"You're well-prepared," he remarked as he swiped two fingers in the salve - all that would fit in the space provided by the jar's open top.
He worked with care, treating the marks he had given her with a great deal of gentility which almost bordered on tenderness. He was one of the few students in his classes who was capable of doing so. The majority, once they learned to apply as much force as their bodies could stand, never bothered to work toward the other end of the spectrum. He had been exposed to both ends all his live - both brute force and subtlety. He could utilize both at need. As he applied the salve he noted with a degree of pride that he had not given her any serious wounds. There were two which he pointed out to her as needing extra attention in the future, but otherwise he had done well.
When it came time for her to dress his wounds, he demurred.
"It is a practice in my House to allow wounds to heal without outside care, except in exceptional cases. The lingering pain serves to remind us of the crimes we committed and to encourage us not to commit them again," he explained. "I do not fear infection. We have practiced flagellatory methods for some time, and our bodies have adapted to it. With each successive generation we become both more susceptible to pain and better at bearing it. We also tend to heal very quickly with minimal scarring and almost no chance of infection."
He gave a half-smile. He'd been taught of the gift granted by the Goddess to his House because of their methods, but he had not seen the other useful applications for it until coming to this school and realizing that he did heal much more quickly than the other students without external aid. Not that he got seriously injured much anymore. Not now that he was getting back into a level of fitness where he could not simply be bested by someone because he tired too quickly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:20 pm
Shri waited patiently for the male to finish applying the salve before getting dressed again. Shri always had a plan, even when she had no time before hand to make one. It had been commented before that she would make a decent yet strict leader. In the next few weeks she would be given leader position in group exercises. This would truly test her abilitys. Many did not like her so getting them to do what she said would be a challenge. But if there were proper consequences, they would mind their place.
Once her own wounds were cared for she turned to apply the salve to the male's back. When he refused treatment for himself she was going to protest but his explination seemed well enough. She put the salve away, moving slightly slower than normal due to the pain she still felt. It was a good session. She felt properly punished for her failures and Val seemed to be fine with his end of the deal.
"I suggest we only do this once a week. While you may do your devotions every day we will be noticed if we were to disappear at the same time every day. Also it gives me time to heal. Your ability is good, I will remember my proper holds for the rest of the week."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:49 pm
Val smirked openly, unable to help it, though he was in the presence of a female, and therefore of higher status than he.
"Lady, I could not possibly accumulate enough sins in the span of one day to make it worth the Goddess' while to listen to me enumerate them. I do not lead such an interesting life. For which I am profoundly grateful."
There was a spiteful blessing he'd heard from a variety of sources which went along the lines of "May you live in interesting times." He had the feeling that he would be doing just that when he finished his schooling, and he was none too eager to enter into that world of high intrigue. Especially not if Shrisin was not yet ready to assume the leadership of their House. He was beginning to figure out what his aunt wanted with all the messenger missions she sent him on. She was trying to familiarize him with all of the major cities of the Underdark, though he was not yet sure why she would want to do that. It did not bode well for him.
"Once a week would be sufficient for me," he said more soberly. "At your pleasure, of course."
There was some irony to that phrase, but their clandestine meetings were not like those he'd indulged in with his sister. The point of this was not in any way to give pleasure. It was about pain and penance. Totally different concepts. Well. Not really. Not in his family. But to most people.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:55 pm
"Then I suppose this will be a good arrangement for the both of us." The female picked up her weapons and her belongings. She tied up her long hair and looked to the male.
"Though I doubt you will speak of this I will warn you I will not be amuzed if I discover others know. So keep a tight lip. I will take care of anyone who tries to spy. Good night." The female walks off into the night, back to her dorm.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:58 pm
"I do value my hide, appearances to the contrary," was Val's response. "I know what happens to males in my position. It's unpleasant."
He watched her walk off before doing a little bit of tidying - making sure the blood on the floor was gone and that there was no evidence of their unusual tryst. Then, after an appropriate amount of time, he, too, departed, going at once to the baths.
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