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brothers jogging comfortably alongside them and now they started spurring them on in earnest. Paula could hear her companions gasping and crying, and then the girl behind her fell. There was a massive pull on the chain anchored at her wrists and she had to stop. There was no time to brace herself before the chain to the girl in front tautened violently. Paula screamed in agony as the harsh steel chain bit into the softness of her sex and so did the next girl on and the next, until the whole line was stationary. Roughly the faller was pulled to her feet and taken out of the line. Then the rest of them were whipped up again.
    Three more times that was repeated before five circuits had been completed and they were allowed to stop. They stood panting and sweating with their heads hanging. The four girls who had fallen were kneeling by a wall and Brother Davis promised them extra sessions of exercise until they could keep up. The rest of the girls did five more circuits before they too were allowed to stop.
    They were given time to get their breaths back before the next ritual took place.
    “Form up for punishment!” Father Burton shouted. Immediately the girls all formed into two rows and stood with their legs apart and hands behind their backs. Paula’s group were prodded and pushed to the front and made to kneel down. They found they were directly in front of the whipping post. Paula sensed a curious atmosphere around her, half fear and half excitement. Suddenly the door to the Pen was opened and a line of three girls was led out by a sister. They were chained together by their collars. When they stood in front of Father Burton he read in a clear voice from a clipboard in his hand.
    “Novice April Anderson. Failure to please a Master sufficiently, second offence. Twenty lashes.”
    A sound like a cross between a sigh and a groan rose from the watching girls. But one of the brothers only had to turn slightly and it stopped. The girl, a blonde with a slender boyish figure, was unchained and led by a brother to the post. Her arms were raised and spread along the cross bar of the T and her wrists fastened to the chains which hung from it. Her body was pale and vulnerable, the long line of her back curving out gracefully at the waist to her hips and tight little buttocks. Her back was facing the audience and her fair hair hung down it. The brother who had chained her pushed it forward over her shoulders. Then he stood back and flicked out the long whip he held. On the other side of the girl a second brother did the same.
    Paula felt that strange surge again that she had felt in the dining room. Here was a helplessly exposed female about to suffer a prolonged flogging but she hadn’t struggled or protested in any way. The control these men had was absolute.
    She felt again the tightening in her chest as she anticipated the whipping she was about to witness.
    “Stand by,” Father Burton said to the sister who had led out the victims. Then he turned to the two brothers by the whipping post. “You may begin,” he said.
    They took it in turns, one laying on a lash from the left, one following it up from the right. As an added refinement which made Paula’s pulse race with its sheer cruelty, the victim was made to count the lashes she received.
    As with the whipping administered in the dungeon earlier, the men took their time. They set up a steady rhythm which allowed the girl to count the last lash and prepare for the next one.
    Swish! Crack!
    “One!” The count came in a steady voice but they had all seen how the body had jerked against the post as the whip had curled round her buttocks and bitten into her hip.
    Swish! Crack!
    “Two!” From the right this time. Again the girl jerked convulsively but counted steadily.
    Swish! Smack!
    “Three!” There had been a gasp this time before the count. The lash had landed low down on the buttocks and Paula could imagine how it must have snapped round and bitten into the front of