"Looks essential for a summer picnic!" The submissive teased; her red hair striking in the afternoon Sun. She brattishly taunted. Her ruby lips curled into a playful grin as her words struck the dominant, unmoved by the rascal. "It's my father's scarf, I may need it. You better behave," was the only explanation the youthful Miss Anna gave as the woollen garment remained unpacked in her racksack. Her voice firm but not loud, her glare unfaltering but not fierce.
Claire bit her lip as her impish mind tried to conjure a witty retort to the no-nonsense Miss Anna; her resolve withered and none came. The two-dozen picnickers at the kinky meet-up swapped nibbles and stories as they ate on the exposed hill, soaking the sunshine and admiring the spectacular view. It was quiet, they were isolated and it was peaceful. Until Olivia caught Claire pilfering one of her cocktail sausages.
Punishment, she demanded. Claire needed punishment and Olivia removed her new flogger from her picnic bag; ivory handle with thick leather tails. "I wanted to do a demonstration later, I'll use Claire's bum now," she suggested. The dominant's smile widened at the sub's shifting body: excited anxiety and fear gripped Claire as she admired the sixteen inch straps hanging from the impressive weapon.
Olivia strode around the group towards her selected model, waiting for the young lady to present her rump for their games. "Your safewords are 'fish-heads' and 'bubblegum' aren't they?" She remembered correctly from their recent demonstration in the church hall. The errant coquette closed her eyes and nervously awaited the first hit of the imposing toy, breathing deeply.
The red-headed submissive yelped as the angry tails of the leather flogger lashed against her skin, crying as her short skirt was held into the small of her back by an accomplice to allow the slashes against her bare flesh.
She fought against the hands holding her to the ground, the embarrassment of the humiliating exposure burning into her cheeks as the group watched her writhe. She squealed and cried at the pain, embarrassed by the situation.
She gasped into the mouthful of undergrowth as the flogger cracked against her, firing agonising streaks of pain into her nerves. Her skin was peppered with sadistic strikes, each flail of the weapon drawing more yelps and cries from her beaten body.
Olivia wanted to play; Olivia wanted to exhibit her new toy and Claire was the chosen victim. Claire never argued against the demands and confidence of her dominant playmates: neither in the bedroom or as a "volunteer" for the regular sadistic demonstrations. She never felt able to resist the offer of immovable binds of rope, or the furious hits of impact play; she longed to have her submissive tendencies explored and her bratty attitude punished.
Her eyes sparkled as Olivia proudly displayed the beaten buttocks to the group. She had been reduced to a mannequin: a pointless inanimate object as the dominant slapped her thighs and laughed as the submissive was crudely exhibited. Olivia boasted of the marks she had made, of the red streaks she had caused. The kinksters admired the brutish handiwork on the girl who had endured the agony of the fierce hand and the damaging flogger.
Claire rubbed the welts on her sit spot; her eyes misty, her nipples hard and her cunt wet. Olivia hugged her tightly, checking she was fine after the beating and Claire gulped as she sat down, wriggling on the sharp blades of the grass as the undergrowth slipped under her risen skirt, poking her wounds with razor-sharp zeal.
"Best not to tease doms with weapons," Miss Anna added, watching the writhing submissive wriggle on the grass. "That looked painful. Shouldn't tease us."
