The girl shakes her head and starts to try to answer.  Then that first strike lands.  She's not a pampered noblewoman, but she's never been whipped before.  The shriek that tears from her lips is proof of it.  She wrenches in her bonds and gasps before more screams are forced out of her.  The sound of her panicked gasping breath fills the pause.  She's gulping at the air too hard and fast to actually breathe.  Tears are flowing freely down her face as she claws at the bed and writhes.  If she could form words she'd beg and plead, but there is just the relentless hot pain in her back and the burning in her lungs.  She tugs in earnest, pulling at her bounds as hard as she can, trying to curl up or pull away from the pain.<br/><br/>