From Camille's Diary:

Today we started a bit different than the last time. I wore a small rag that reached my thighs and my underwear. That's it, no bra.

I was facing the wall again, my hands tied together over my head, blindfolded again.

Suddenly, just like the last time, I felt the rod falling on my back, smack in the middle. I heard the crack of the thin rod crashing against my skin, I jumped up and before I touched the floor I felt a second lash, this time on my ass. A third one fell on my shoulder and on and on, they kept falling on my back and legs and ass.

As Jan whipped my back he kept pulling my gown, ripping it to bare my back, so the strokes were harder, more painful.

Jan Jac's Version:

She went to change before the session and came back wearing only the ripped tee-shirt that I prepared for her, she didn't have a bra.  I decided it was a message.  She was going to go that extra mile tonight, and she was willing to give her all.

Her breasts were nice and firm, a bra to hold them would be redundant.  I think she knew that.  I tied her wrists above her head, like the last time I was planning to repeat the scenario, with less clothing, but basically the same. She knew the routine and she knew what to do.

I could feel her anticipation. This was no longer a rehearsal, it was more than that. It was a lovers moment.

I gave her a few strokes of the rod to warm her up.

The sight of her breasts hiding behind the tee-shirt was annoying me...