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Whumper kisses his skin, lips lingering on Whumpee’s bare neck.

“Brace yourself Whumpee. I think you’re all warmed up.”

Stepping back, the snap of leather rings out.

The first strike of the belt across his back tears a cry from Whumpee’s throat, then before he can catch his breath - three more harsh licks across his back, in quick succession, barely a beat between them.

Pain blossoming hotly across his back fast and somehow agony just builds and builds – each whip adding to the last. He’s shaking against the table, he’s – never felt pain like this. Bright and searing, leaving a dull agony, pulsing with his pulse’s rhythm.

Stealing his breath away.

Another whip hits him, criss-crossing the earlier ones – agonizing – his arms give out and with a whimper, he collapses unto the table.

“Whumpee!” His Caretaker calls out.

Instantly – the belt strikes his protruding backside harshly.

Whumpee cries out hoarsely – clawing at the table – ears ringing.

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