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doubt that if they didn’t submit they wouldn’t eat. To her own surprise she stepped forward.
    Brother Davis untied her arms and told her to approach Sister Lavinia.
    “Mealtime beatings are routine. We leave them to the sisters,” he told them all.
    Paula did as she was told and faced Sister Lavinia.
    “I am grateful for my rescue. I submit myself completely to the rules laid down by the Patriarch.”
    She was amazed at how easily the outrageous words came to her. But after all, she told herself, she had to survive somehow.
    “Bend over the bench,” Sister Lavinia told her. She was made to straddle it and then bend down to place her hands on the seat. Paula was acutely aware of how she was exposing herself to the eager gazes of the brothers and could feel the soft lips of her sex pushing back blatantly towards the audience. The crop tapped impatiently at the insides of her thighs and Paula realised she was being asked to display herself even more by opening her legs wider. Would Brother Davis be able to see the remains of his ejaculation still on her skin? She altered her stance and then cried out in shock as the first cut of the crop whistled in. It was a much sharper pain than the whip and she went up on tiptoe and wriggled her hips to try and disperse the intensity of it. The second cut made her draw her breath in with a hiss between clenched teeth and she danced on her toes. The Sister gave her time to settle down before she delivered the third and fourth cuts which left her gasping and blinded with tears, but at least she was able to walk stiffly to the food, help herself and at last, eat.
    Paula was amazed at how good the food was, a thick warming stew which put new life into her and made the stinging pain in her buttocks recede a little. As she ate she watched the others gradually succumb. A halting procession of girls approached the bench and bent over. She was amazed at the variety in the size and shape of buttock which was presented and found herself fascinated by the way the soft flesh rippled and the bodies jerked under the stinging cracks of the crop. Some of the girls were plainly overweight and it bit wickedly into the pillows of flesh. At one point she looked away from the scene to find that Brother Davis was staring at her from where he lounged against a wall. He grinned knowingly and she looked down at her plate hurriedly. The next time she looked up she was amazed to see that he was standing beside Sister Lavinia with one hand inside her blouse massaging a breast while one poor girl remained bent over waiting for her beating.
    The last girl to give in was the one who had been suspended and whipped earlier. Paula could see her bottom lip trembling as she approached the sister. In a very small voice she said the words and bent over. The other girls went quiet, waiting to see if there would be any allowance made for the livid stripes she already carried. Paula bet there wouldn’t be.
    The girl was tall and her buttocks stretched into tight curves when she bent over. From where Paula sat she could clearly see the lips of her sex nestling in the hollow at the top of her thighs. With a tightening in her chest she saw the stripes from the earlier whipping running across flesh which was now being exposed for further punishment.
    Paula found she had stopped eating and was staring, spellbound at this display of control by their captors. No-one forced her down; they didn’t need to. They had subdued and manipulated her so completely that she was volunteering to suffer this time. In silence they all watched as the crop hissed through the air and smacked down regardless. Once again the girl shrieked in agony and after two strokes begged for mercy. Sister Lavinia told her there would be none and delivered the last two lashes just as hard. The girl cried openly as she limped over to the food. Very gingerly she sat down and tried to eat. Watching her Paula was shocked to find herself wondering how much easier her