From Camille's Diary:

I was standing on my toes as the rod fell again and again on my chest, belly, legs... One of the strokes went again across my breasts, touching both nipples at once. My nipples were very sensitive, in part because of the pain, in part because of the excitement, ... the pain was unbearable.

I felt like the tip of the rod bent on my nipple, I would think that a small nipple like mine could not stand in the way of the rod, but the rod fell on it and bent. The pain was so horrible I tried to kick Jan and jumped many times. I think he noticed that he got carried away so he stopped and walked to me, saying in a commanding voice, as the character, not as himself: "Don't get out of character, whatever you want to tell me, tell me in character"

"Please" I begged "stop, ... I can't take it anymore, I'll do anything if you stop it"

Jan Jac's Version:

I was nervous, anxious, horny as hell and Camille was hanging in front of me ... at my disposal.  I had the power... but one wrong move and the magic would be over... she would stop the action and it could all be over.

I was vulnerable. She writhed, she screamed, she shook and suffered ... as she never did before, not that she did this a lot.  It was only the third time of working and she had it all down path. ... and her body... oh, her body, her breasts.   A sight to behold.

My worry was to hit too hard and really do some damage.  But since restrain was the word, ... I did restrain. Or so I thought until I saw she was beyond discomfort and her face showed a grimace of extreme pain.

She was going to say something when I managed to tell her to say what she wanted in character, and she did, she begged for mercy. Wrong.

I stroke her belly and she shook in pain, she understood, I wasn't going to stop.