Sharon had been unshackled and was being escorted to the stage.

She was extraordinarily beautiful. Grace introduced her and thanked her for her courageous bid. She told the group that Sharon was from Scotland and was the finance editor of a major Scottish newspaper. Grace, while speaking in a loud voice said, "Sharon, you are not obliged to go through with this torture and you can quit the competition and go home. But if you consent to go ahead, you must complete the five strokes and if you try to escape, you must understand that we will restrain you. Do you agree to undertake this torture?"

"Yes I do!" she replied. Everybody applauded and Sharon was asked to take up the punishment position. She had of course watched Michelle demonstrate the position only a day ago so she needed no instruction. The tall woman showed considerable grace as she took up the kneeling position on the floor. A rubber mat had been provided for her to kneel on. Hannah whispered to Rodrigo, "It amuses me the way you guys think. Here is a woman whose bum is going to be beaten to a pulp but you provide a mat so her knees don't get sore."

Her comment was heard by others who nodded and smiled in agreement.

There had been a refinement made to the torture process since Hannah's previous experience. A large flat screen TV had been mounted on the wall at the back of the stage. A camera had been positioned on a short tripod about a metre from the woman's face. Soon Sharon's frightened smile filled the screen. The light from a pair of suitably positioned flood lamps brought out every feature of her beautiful face and caused her lustrous curly long red hair to form a glowing aura around her head.

The assembled group could clearly see the woman's vulva and anus, now exposed to full view by the young woman who was so obediently pulling her cheeks apart as her rear faced the crowd. But one had only to look up at the beautiful face on the wide screen displayed in high definition on the wall to see the fear in her eyes.

Grace asked Peter to the stage. Hannah was a little surprised since with her recent close involvement with him she thought that he would have mentioned that he was going to play a role in torturing Sharon. What she did know from her intimacy with him was that his arms were strong and the muscles hard. If anyone could bring a cane down hard on a woman's tender flesh, this man could.

He straddled the woman with his feet either side of her shoulders and held the cane in his right hand. The cane was three eights of an inch (8mm) thick. Not as bad as the half inch one that she knew was sometimes used but very painful nonetheless.

Of course he could not see her face since he was standing facing her butt so he called out, "Sharon, are you ready?"

They saw her nod her head with her eyes wide and a grim determination on her face before she called back, "Yes!"

The room echoed to the 'crack' of the cane on the woman's lewdly open crease. Her face grew larger on the TV monitor as the impact drove her closer to the camera and her mouth opened in wonderment at the massive agony that was unleashed on her. An amazingly high pitched squeal then followed and every female and many males were shocked by the intensity of her response. She immediately let go of her cheeks and stretched her arms out wide. The pain that caused her muscles to convulse in shock did not stop when the impact subsided but rather, morphed to a literally gut wrenching agony extending from deep within her belly to the deep red stripe extending from below her tail bone to her perineum.

She continued to howl as she repeatedly banged her fists on the mat. She stayed in position even after Peter moved away while she writhed and waved her bum in a futile attempt to somehow throw off the pain.

Those watching the monitor saw her beautiful face contorted by agony with tears rolling down her cheeks.

She eventually sat back on her haunches and carefully reached behind herself to caress her burning crack. Her sobbing brought a thin trickle of clear snot to accumulate on her upper lip as her nose ran. Grace was quickly at hand and offered her a box of tissues. Instead of pulling out a tissue or two, she took the whole box and sat it beside herself. She then selected a bunch and wiped her eyes and nose.

She began to breathe deeply but this was punctuated by the occasional sob but gradually, she calmed down. After a few minutes, she bent forward into the mandated position and reached back to hold her cheeks apart to again offer the cane unrestricted access to her crease.

Again, her scream filled the room and she dealt with the pain just as before. This time however, she stood and walked off the stage and walked around the room. She was hugged and kissed by many of the contestants and hostesses and even some benefactors.

It took her more than fifteen minutes for her to gain courage enough to climb back on the stage and offer herself again.

By this time, Peter had handed the cane to Donald who being the big guy that he was presented a more fearsome sight to the young woman.

The process was executed twice more before the openly sobbing woman again walked from the stage to solicit comfort from her friends and to get away from the terrible place of pain.

She took much longer to regain control of herself and it was clear that she was dealing with an ongoing and intense pain which seemed to engulf the entire lower part of her body. More than half an hour elapsed and Sharon was not making any indication of her resuming the stage. Eventually, Grace asked, "Sharon, honey, you have one stroke left."

"I can't do it," the beauty pleaded. "Please, I've suffered enough."

"I'm sorry honey, but you will be dragged up here if you don't walk up by yourself. How about you show how brave you are by walking up here now?"

"OK, but can I have two girls to walk with me and hold me in place. I couldn't possibly offer myself again."

Grace called hostesses, Denisse and Michelle, to assist and each took Sharon by her upper arm and walked her to the stage and up the stairs. Michelle was no stranger to the process after having given her display of what was involved and whose own crack still bore the marks. They took Sharon to the mat and assisted her to kneel. They each kneeled beside her each still holding an arm. Eventually, they gently coaxed her to lie forward and again her face filled the big screen.

The two hostesses then crouched beside her and with one hand holding the shoulder of the beautiful captive and the other pulling on her anal cheek, she was thus again presented for the cane.

Her crease displayed the results of her previous beatings and it was hardly any wonder that she had shown the reluctance to accept further punishment that she did. The smooth white twin mounds were separated by a chasm of deep red flesh which was seeping plasma from her lacerated skin. Her anus was a very deep red in colour and was obviously very sore.

"She will not enjoy going to the bathroom for many days after this," Charles remarked to those around him.

Francis had been selected to administer the final blow and he took up his position with some difficulty since Sharon was still being held on both sides by the two hostesses.

Sharon was sobbing and keening with the expectation of what was to come and many women emphasised with the face of misery being displayed on the big screen.

She had felt Francis's ankles pressing into her shoulders and she began to howl as soon as he moved since that indicated to her that the impact was imminent.

The impact was horrifyingly loud and had something of a 'splat' sound mixed with the 'crack' as the stick bit into the tender flesh but which was now so moist from the blood secretions.

Immediately after the impact, the howl suddenly became the ear piercing high pitched scream that was Sharon's signature response to severe pain.

She writhed and twisted herself from the grasp of the two hostesses and sprung forward to lie flat on her belly and again took out her frustration by pounding on the mat.