The whip that struck Sarah's ass curled around her hip and the tip snapped her belly just below her navel. The shock of the impact was reinforced by the searing pain that erupted in her brain micro-seconds after she realized she had been struck. The pain was so intense she couldn't even scream as her body tried to inhale enough air to do so. Her hands were chained above her head, and she was on her tip toes wearing 5-inch heels and nothing else. The stress of her position made it difficult for her to breathe anyway, no doubt on purpose. She writhed in pain, trying to make some movement that might ease the fire that had been lit on her skin.

The second stroke was placed just above the first, and the tip curling around her hips struck her across her belly button. This time she had enough air to scream, just like the woman before her did, and she let the watchers know how intolerable this was. The man who had declared himself to be "The Instructor" put up his hand to hold the third stroke. "Now Sarah, what did I tell you about your whippin'? What are you supposed to be doin'?" he asked in his slow, Western drawl. For the life of her, she couldn't remember, the shock of the twin whip strokes having cleared her mind of any thoughts other than the pain.

"What, no answer? Well, I guess we will just have to start over then. Let me explain this to you agin, little lady. Every time you get a whippin, you are to count each stroke and thank my friend here with the whip for it. You say, 'One! Thank you, sir,'! You got that now?" he asked rhetorically, not really expecting an answer. Sarah summoned some reserve of sanity and screamed, "You can't do this to me! I didn't sign up for this! Let me down and I won't tell anyone you did this to me!" she cried, tears running down her cheeks and dripping on her size 36C breasts.

The Instructor looked at her, stroking his beard, pretending to consider her plea. What he saw was a delicious bit of femininity, for Sarah was a sight to behold. A hair over 5'7", blonde, blue eyes, perfect breasts, hips and a belly with just a bit of extra on it, and legs that went on forever. Like her sister, Sarah had an almost perfect ass, although discriminating eyes (and there were lots of those here who had seen her sister) would say that she was just a bit out of shape and some intense workouts might improve her ass a bit. Some might consider her even prettier than her sister Courtney, but that was the difference between a 10+ and a 10++, purely in the eye of the beholder at that point. "Well, I appreciate your offer little lady, but I'm afraid that I can't accommodate you just yet. However, since you asked so sincerely, I will only add 5 strokes to the 17 you were going to get anyway" he said matter-of-factly.

Sarah's terror at his rejection grew as he stepped back and motioned to her trainer to start over. A third stroke lower than the first two, but with that same tip snapping across her belly, reignited the pain and she screamed again. There was a pause, and then the Instructor shook his head, holding up his hand once more. He addressed the bystanders, which included four other women, one of whom was sobbing at the feet of her trainer, her whipping complete, while the others looked on in horror. "Apparently, what we have here, in those immortal words, is a 'failure to communicate'," he said. It's really quite simple. Each of you will be whipped with 15 strokes. You are to count each one and thank your trainer for each stroke. Apparently, Sarah here, is either too stupid or too rebellious to follow simple instructions. Unfortunately for her, I have all day, and before we leave here, she is going to count each and every stroke if it takes 100 to drive that into that pretty blonde head of hers. So, I'd advise the rest of you to pay attention and not put yourself through the pain. But that's your choice. I will tell you we've had many, many fillies like you go through our program, and not even one of them has ever failed to start counting, but perhaps we have our first one here today" he said thoughtfully. He motioned to the trainer to begin again.