Four whacks hit her lower back, four more her shoulder blades, each creating agony. Fear-driven perspiration started to seep. Despite her best endeavours, she commenced weeping. Sixteen more strokes were rapidly delivered, each feeling worse than the one before. "Oooooww!" she moaned ever louder.

Body throbbing, searing pains racing, her brain was being bombarded with messages of distress. More blows landed, she losing count, but she certainly squealed after every one. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and what was worse, she lost control of her bladder and piddle started to gush out onto the floor.

"Well done, slave," Katarina said. "That's what I like to see. Now, call me mistress and thank me for training you."

"F-f-f-fuck y-y-you," Jessica stuttered her reply, tears now streaming, body wracked with torment. She soon wondered if she had been hasty for Katarina lashed her at least a dozen times. "Yeeooww!" she screeched after each. Convinced she was unable to take additional punishment, she begged, "P-please, p-please, p-please, no more ... K-K-Katarina, p-p-please."

Smirking, Katarina came round to stand close to Jessica's head. "That's a lot better. But, slaves never call me Katarina unless I give them special permission. Your effrontery must be punished and-"

"No, n-no more, p-please," Jessica interrupted.

"Leave her be, you stinking bitch," Jake yelled.

Clearly making a show of shaking her head, a sweat-covered Katarina replied, "Tut, tut, tut. Slave, not only will you be punished for using my name, not only for deigning to tell me when I should stop punishing you, but also for failing to call me mistress. And as for you, Jake, I'm keeping score of your insults and will punish you for them. So, Jessica, my slave, remember - I'm your mistress."

With that she stepped back to Jessica's side and rained down thrashing clouts, the thin shaft of the carriage whip making contact with the battered body. "Yeeooww! P-please, m-m-mistress, s-spare m-me, p-please. P-please, m-mistress, I b-beg you!"

"Now, that's much better. You're learning, slave. So, what was it you called me?"

"M-mistress, mistress, MISTRESS!" Jessica yelled, sobbing profusely. She felt Katarina run a hand over her burning back, grope her hot bum-cheeks and then go underneath to fondle her unbelievably saturated pussy.

"Mmm, looks to me that you juice up wonderfully after receiving a beating. But sadly, I really do think that concludes your first lesson," Katarina said, in oily fashion. "Now, its time to break that useless piece of male shit you brought with you."

Watching carefully, Jessica saw Katarina sashay over to the other pillory, where she stretched up to her full height. She rained down dozens of lashes, Jake doing his best not to make a sound. In time, even he could not restrain calling out in pain.

"Aarrgghh!" He started to groan after every stroke.

Breaking off from her rhythm, Katarina stepped close to Jake's head, coldly saying, "This is fun. I hope you hold out for another hour or so, 'cos then I can beat you black and blue. Oh, and don't worry yourself about my arm getting tired. I'm used to playing tennis, and anyway I'm ambidextrous. So, it's back to the task in hand."