Keeping my aim and strength in check, I continue leaving red marks on your upper back. I frown slightly as I watch you carefully, looking for any sign of exhaustion or wavering in your legs or arms. Reveling in the feeling of power that it gives me, I can hear your moans and cries, as I hope that you are enjoying it as much as I am. The strength of the whip goes up and down as your back becomes dotted with short red lines, never hitting your back stronger than I have until now.<br/><br/>I wind up the bullwhip over my head a couple of times before letting it fall on your back again with a swooping motion, still careful to not hit your spine or lower back as I have all this time. The rest of your back, legs and butt is dotted with the reddish spots and lines from the whips' marks. I appreciate the contrast between your glistening skin and the pinkish to dark red marks that are starting to bruise. Most of those below your waistline will fade in less than a day, those on your back might take a bit more.<br/><br/>I focus my mind away from those thoughts, knowing that if I get too distracted I might hurt you more than I intend to. I crack the whip twice in the air and let it rest by my side, watching you again for any sign of tiredness. My arm is starting to become sore but I know I can hold longer. A quick glance to my watch tells me it has been over fifteen minutes already since we began, you have been holding yourself quite well for someone that has never received a whipping. A proud grin spreads on my face as I take a couple of steps forward to check you condition better.<br/><br/>