#c;kitty

Blinded by anger at what had just transpired, Georgette has Kitty dragged to her office.  Within which there is a large St. Andrews cross.  Normally this implement is just for display purposes, but tonight, she had use for it.

With her shirt removed Kitty is maneuvered belly forward against the cross, with wrists and ankles buckled in place.

The Headmistress, who had absconded to her closet while Kitty was situated, emerges with a large, oiled leather bull whip.  With her wrist through the loop, her fingers go white knuckled around the handle, and she tests the tensile strength with a few hard tugs.

Rearing back she sends the whip forward and the popper snaps against the smooth skin of Kitty’s back with a load snapping noise.

One by one she cracks the large bull against Kitty, leaving mottled claw marks from the falls.  

Georgette seethes over Kitty’s recent behavior--the loss of self control, and utterly foolish diatribes she’s elected to spew in public.  Georgette laments ever thinking the Domme was capable of anything other than giving her a head ache.

The whipping continues for a little bit longer, until the pain in Georgette’s head burns white hot, leaving the Mistress seeing spots in front of her eyes.  The bull falls from her hand to the floor, and she crumples to her knees, clutching her skull.  The pain is bordering on agony.

Meanwhile, Kitty’s back is an angry array of lines and welts.  Bits of blood weeping from a few small wounds.

Guards ask what they should do, but the Headmistress can barely answer--she’s been consumed by her anger.  

Quietly, they take the young Domme off of the cross, and immediately bring her to the infirmary to be treated.