<strong>who:</strong>Austin<br/><strong>where:</strong>Basement<br/><strong>with:</strong>everyone<br/><br/>Paul glared at Austin.  He was the one who should be tied to a rack and whipped but since he couldn't do that, he had to take it out on the slaves.  Besides, he never forgot the saying, I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to punish you.<br/><br/>He picked up one of the whips and snapped it.  He hadn't told Cindy but he had taken a class in how to use one.  He already knew more anatomy than the teacher so he knew how not to seriously injure the slave.  He was always drawn to her curved ass so he decided to start there.  She wouldn't be comfortable sitting down for a few days.  The whip flicked out almost gently but the bright red mark that sprang up on her ass was its result.  Then he remembered that she was to be striped so the next lash landing just above the junction with her thighs.  Another red stripe appeared making the kiss of the whip.<br/><br/>He tore his attention away from the whip to see how she was reacting.<br/>