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The Flogging Party It was still early on a cold and windy Friday night in December, I was supposed to have a few friends over for some beers and a pizza. It was supposed to be a quiet night with not much to do but watch some TV and spend some time with my friends. What we didn't expect was another not necessarily wanted friend to show up. Rob was the guy that was always around or showing up when you didn't want him to. Never there when you needed him so it was no surprise that when he showed up on that Friday, night and as he stood at the door waiting to come in it struck us that we just might make this work to our advantage for once. A few of us there had secretly thought about and discussed what we might do to Rob if we ever got the chance. Tying him up was one of the options that we had talked about. Flogging him was another pastime that we had discussed. We all made up our minds that tonight we would both tie him up and each take turns flogging him. With the decision made and every one in agreement I opened the door and let Rob into the house. We sat around for a while had a few beers and ate some pizza and basically enjoyed the evening together when my friend Paul made the first move. He stood up and left the room to go get the ropes and the whips. A cat o nine tails and a few long whips. Then Steve got up and left the room. Now the only two left, were Rob and myself. Then I made some vague excuse and got up and left the room. Rob sat in the other room for a while until his curiosity got the better of him and he came down stairs into the basement. There he saw Paul and me standing at one end next to the ropes and whips. Before he could run Steve grabbed him and held him tight. I walked up to him and explained what was in store for him and he pleaded for us not to go through with it. I told him there was no way out. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it from his body. Then Paul grabbed his trousers and tore those off as well. He stood there in his underwear begging for us to stop, but we were to far gone to listen. We tied his wrists to two poles in and then tied up his feet. Then we drew straws to see who would get to go first. Paul was the lucky one, he was going to get to give the first blows to Robs virgin back. He picked up the cat o nine tales and stood back and with one strong blow brought the whip down on Robs unblemished back (crack) and Rob screamed out in agony, (crack) it came down again this time Rob shrieked in pain, (crack, crack, crack) it came down again and again as Rob screamed again and begged for mercy, we had none. Next it was my turn. I picked up the long whip and stood in front of Rob. His head was down so I raised it and looked into his eyes and told him that now that Paul was done with his back that I would be working on his chest and belly. He looked into my eyes and pleaded silently for me to not go through with it but I told him that it was going to happen and he had best get used to it. I wound up and delivered a blow so strong that it knocked him backwards slightly. Crack and I brought the whip down across his chest, crack and it came down again this time across his belly. Crack, crack, crack, I was relentless in my flogging of his chest and belly. I continued to beat him until small thin threads of blood appeared all over his torso. Paul resumed the assault on his back as I continued to beat his chest and belly. He was to tired now to do anything but hang there and receive his beating in silence. When we were through we each sat down exhausted from our efforts and quite pleased with the results, cracked open a couple of brews sat back and admired our handiwork.