The whip struck, again and again, sharp, painful blows, that didn't quite break the skin, but would leave her with some nasty welts, when all was done.<br/><br/>After about five or six minutes, enough time to get in about thirty lashings, Rimeera would feel the priestess come up behind her, hands sliding over her belly and breasts, pressing her own breasts against the elf's abused back. "Feeling better? Or have you been bad enough that you need more punishment? Or is it time for something more... delectable?"