Hee.

"Let's go get you properly trussed up again, then."

"Yes ma'am."

To the bedroom?

Indeed. It is, she believes, Acererak's turn again.

That's Acererak's memory too...

(Reapplying the magic bonds - using the same system as earlier - is easy enough, fortunately.)

And Lace is going to have to work much harder than last time if she wants to satisfy Acererak. She's already had one chance, after all.

She's very enthusiastic and still very willing to choke herself.

Still... If Eliese's being mean, she'll have some trouble. Certainly some penalties.

More than a few.

Acererak strokes Lace's hair when she finishes, sighing happily.

"Not horrible... But that really wasn't up to standards, pet."

Nervous whine!

Eliese shakes her head sadly. "She must enjoy being punished."

"I think she does. Still, perhaps something severe enough will chastise her properly."

"There is nothing for it but to try." She walks over to the toy cabinet and pulls out a pair of whips. "Let's get her standing and spread."

She gestures, adjusting Lace's bonds so her arms and legs are forced well apart and so she's floating upright between Eliese and Acererak.

She passes one of the whips over to Acererak.

"If you take her back, I will see to her front."

She licks her lips, raising a finger to twirl Lace around so she's facing Eliese. "Mmmm, begin together?"

Nervous whimper. (She squirms a bit.)

"On three." She raises her whip. "One. Two. Three." And she lets it fly with a crack, aimed right at Lace's belly.

Her strike lands across Lace's tail bone, very precisely aimed.

Lace jerks and yelps.

Eliese laughs, and lines up more strikes.

Acererak keeps a pretty good rhythm with her - slowly breaking the coordination so Lace has less warning about the lashes to her back.

She doesn't do anything fancy with her whip - unless Eliese starts up mixing in magic first - just a good, old fashioned beating.

She draws more than a bit of blood, of course, but that's to be expected with punishment.

Lace quivers and yelps and moans, helpless to stop them.

No magic here, not until Lace is dripping red from head to toe.

So! Many! Whines! (And she bleeds very prettily; her skin's a few shade's paler than Acererak's, and it contrasts wonderfully with the red covering most of her body now.)

Eliese sets her whip down.

"What do you think, sweetheart? Does our Lacey look sorry?"