October 12th. (cont.)

I concentrated on the story. Jan wanted the image of the vision my character had in her mind when she was suffering.

He first tied me facing the beam, my wrists held together by the thick rope. I was wearing only some rags that hardly covered anything, I was blindfolded. My breasts were pressed against the wooden post. My legs were slightly apart.

Jan was a few steps back.

He said that I was going to be defiant and that it didn't matter what I felt physically, I had to have the proper mental attitude. I was a willing victim, an idealized victim, savoring her suffering.

So I placed myself in the situation.  I was ready. For a moment I didn't hear anything. I didn't know what Jan was doing; maybe he was just standing there watching me.

Suddenly, when I didn't expect it, the first lash fell on my back. I hear the whistling seconds before it hit me. I bit my lips to control a scream. It hurt more than the belt. A second one came crashing and a third and a fourth, hitting my back, my legs, my ass... I felt the ropes tightening around my wrists because I was moving a lot.

I felt like fainting, my legs gave in and I slumped down. He continued whipping me.