THE ARENA

"Time to wake up, girls..." Carlos chided as he swung his whip across Fawna’s back. It exploded with a wet slap that wrapped and clung to Fawna’s nudity. The ends of the strands snaked around to catch the side curves of both girls’ swelling breasts. In her agony, Fawna twisted enough to fully expose Geffen’s right breast. In another stroke that fell this time across Geffen’s back, it wrapped itself around so that the ends clung to Geffen’s bare nipple right breast. She howled a protest that caused her to writhe enough to rub both of her breasts against Fawna’s breasts. Ridged nipples excited by the sting of the lash fought a mock battle against each other. Renewing strong sexual urges in both girls. Sensitive clits felt the pangs of desire, pressing a renewed urgency to touch. When each girl had received some six or eight strokes each. The two clits pressed once again together. The fires from the night before had left their mark on the two buds. As Fawna’s clit touched Geffen’s clit the two girls screamed in both pain and passion.

Carlos whipped them on to greater heights of passion. Both girls swooning and twisting spread eagle against each other. Carlos left them. He’d return soon.

It was another hot day in the arena. The Emperor’s stand was covered with a protective canopy.

Below, the floor of the arena began to turn into a furnace. Both blonde and brunette slave girls labored naked at their tasks. The girls appeared to be under the supervision of Roman guards. Their shinny helmets and breast plates sparkling in the Sun.

"Velbus." The Emperor called.

"Lord?"

"Get Flavious over here and have him send for Sheeta, Luna, and Velanna."

"Yes, my Emperor."

"Oh, Velbus."

"My lord?"

"Have Flavious bring his two girls with him. I’m interested in playing with Mona and the blonde one, Lydia."

"Yes, sire..."

"Lyona, get some Sun. Be thankful I don’t have you employed in that slave camp below..."

" Yes my Master..."

Coming up from his lower vantage seat, Flavious brought Mona and Lydia both quite nude and wearing collars with leashes.

"Dear Flavious!"

"My Emperor..."

"Good. Good! Your two slaves are so yummy following you with their collars and leashes... Hum, your blonde one looks a bit board. My, those nipples of hers look so impudent. Have them punished, Flavious. Perhaps the black one should discipline her. A switching on her bare nipples with this slender birch will do."

"As you wish, divine one."

Flavious realized the Emperor was a bit tipsy. Lydia’s nipples look large and proud due to her nursing abilities. A switching will make her squirt milk. But the Emperor must be pleased.

"Mona, get the birch switch from the Emperor."

"Yes, Master."

"Lydia, on your knees before the Emperor. Cross your wrists behind your head. Stick your breast out and tilt your head back. Spread your knees apart."

"Yes, M-Master..." Lydia whimpered slightly.

Flavious took off Mona’s leash. Mona took hold of Lydia’s leash forcing Lydia’s head back. Lydia cringed as Mona tested the switch. It whisked as it cut the warm Arena air. Lydia’s breasts were covered with a combination of oil and sweat. Her nipples glistened.

Nubian women are by far and away the most experts in the entire world for punishing another woman’s breasts and nipples. From early womanhood, they are taught breast discipline. Either by whipping, switching, clips, ropes, thongs, weights, and flogging. The breasts of a woman are to be bare and ready for punishment if need be.

The first stroke hissed and indented both of Lydia’s bare nipples. It caused a red line to form across the tips of her bare, sunburned breasts. The sound the stroke produced was wet slap. Lydia took in a sharp, quick breath. She bounced on her knees and lower legs a bit. It made her breasts bobble slightly. A red, painted stripe began to form. Another swipe proved a direct hit. Both nipples disappeared into Lydia’s conical breasts. Sent there by a thudding blow from a whinny birch switch.

As Mona lifted the switch off Lydia’s nipples, they popped out an angry red. Shinny in the Sun. White liquid oozed from both nipples. Eight more strokes like the last one, made Lydia squirt out her milk. It also made her gasp and she stifled her desire to scream.

The Emperor held up his hand to halt the switching. He could see the girl was not going to be able to hold her tongue much longer.

"Mona, it’s evident that you know how to punish a girl’s nipples. Can you take the same punishment?"

"Yes, my lord."

The Emperor nodded and with a raise of his hand he motioned for Lydia to stand up. She stood and bowed her head knowing full well not to rub her sore nipples unless ordered to do so.

"Mona, lick Lydia’s nipples for her. I can see by her expression, her nipples are sorely in need of attention..." Without hesitation, Mona put her lips on Lydia’s right nipple first. Then after several moments, she began to soothe the left one.

Both girls’ were glistening with a combination of sweat and oil. It was now quite hot under the broiling Roman Sun.

"Good, Mona. Now stand with your breast thrust outward. Put your hands behind your head."

Mona followed her orders explicitly. She looked quite sumptuous standing totally bare-naked facing the Sun. Her bullet tipped breasts quivered provocatively.

"Now, dear Lydia, pick up the birch switch. Take your position. Slice it across her nipples..."

She did. Mona screwed up her face and drew a quick breath. Her breasts heaved and juttered visibly.

Another stroke had Lydia leave it against Mona’s nipples. An indented line formed pressing Mona’s erect tips back into the firm globes of her ripe breasts.

Lydia lowered the switch for a few seconds. The upper slopes of her own breasts turned reddish brown in the sun and her nipples became hard and erect. As Mona had done to Lydia in the past, Lydia delivered Mona ten awful slices of the switch, punishing Mona’s dark nipples causing them to turn crimson red. Lacking the expertise of Mona, Lydia drug the switch across her nipples, making them extra tender.

"Good, Lydia. You have punished Mona well. Now, it is your turn to soothe Mona’s sore nipples. Use your mouth girl..." Lydia licked and sucked on Mona’s nipples. Drawing sighs and moans from Mona’s lips. Like herself, Mona’s breasts contained milk. It flowed into Lydia’s mouth with ease. It tasted sweet.

"Excellent. Now, you two rub your breasts together. Yes, sore nipple against sore nipple...

Flavious, I really must complement your diligent training of these two slaves."

"Thank you, Magnificent one. I am happy that they have pleased you..."

The Emperor smiled. It was obvious he had more plans for the two girls.

"Mona and Lydia, continue to rub your nipples and breasts together. Do so until I tell you to stop. If either of you orgasm without permission, your breasts and sex will be lashed, understand?"

Both girls nodded. They were becoming somewhat excited. For nearly an hour, both girls, on their knees, without rest rubbed their breasts and switch-swollen nipples together. The hot Sun darkened Lydia’s bronze complexion. Mona’s black skin glistened. Flavious watched as his two favorite slaves were put to the test. Lydia would probably fold. Her sex drive is quite hot.

Lydia let out a moan and a gasp. She clutched her breasts.

Standing fully naked, spread-eagle between two heavy wooden posts on the arena floor. Lydia was drawing heavy breaths. She was facing the burning Sun. Mona, naked stood behind her and slightly to her left. She was holding the Manta Tail whip. It was coiled. The Emperor could see every detail of Lydia’s nudity. Her red tipped nipples hard and pointing up to the Sun. The keyhole shaped folds of her bare cleft sex. With her legs parted, the red nub of her clitoris peeked out between those soft neither lips.

Lydia was about to pay the slave girl’s penalty for disobedience. Fifty lashes with the Manta’s Tail whip. Naked, and fully spread in the Sun. Mona, naked also, would deliver the lashes. Lyona, also quite naked, sat with two baskets in front of her. One filled with fifty white stones. The other one was empty. She would count the fifty stones one at a time and put it into the empty basket, until the whipping was finished.

If Lyona missed a count, she would take Lydia’s place. All was ready, the Emperor gave the signal for the whipping to begin. Mona uncoiled the whip and brought it in a side arm stroke that snaked across Lydia’s sunburned breasts. It made a soft slapping sound. Lydia tossed her head back. She made no sound.

"One." Lyona put one stone in the empty basket.

In its path, the whip left a red streak. As the whip fell away, the tell tale sign of a sunburn appeared. A white trace instantly preceded that red streak. The awful truth came to light. The Manta’s Tail would no doubt leave vivid welts in its wake. Lydia was receiving what would be considered the heaviest whipping of her life.

A second stroke, this time over her hips. Made itself felt on the tender skin above her cleft. It coiled even further about her hips. A throaty gasp escaped Lydia’s lips, "AH!"

"Two." Lyona put another white stone in the basket.

Biting across her back. The Manta’s Tail slapped a painful snap. Lydia gasped and took in her breath. She shook her head.

"Three." Lyona put a stone in the basket.

Mona slithered the whip over Lydia’s round ass cheeks. A welt was painted immediately. Lydia’s hips lunged forward. Opening the cleft of her sex even more. A vocal moan poured out, "HUGA!"

"Four." Lyona moved another stone.

Many still to go. The next four strokes punished only Lydia’s nipples. Being the main culprit for her being punished, it’d left her with the belief they’d exploded and were bleeding. Actually, only white milk squirted from them. The crowd gasped ohs and ahs.

Lyona dropped another stone calling out a firm, "Eight."

The next stroke was one of the nasty ones. It’d obviously caught Lydia off guard. Mona applied it with an upward swing of the whip. All seeing this stroke had to admit it was quite erotic. The contrast of Lydia’s bare neither lips being split apart by the black Manta’s Tail made everyone sigh. Lydia on the other hand didn’t find it so erotic. It was pure fire between her legs. Chaffing her clitoris as Mona pulled it back through her cleft.

"Nine." A stone dropped into the basket.

"NIGNAAH!" Lydia screamed. Trying to close her legs. Again, the stroke found her sex.

"Ten." A stone fell.

"NOOOO! MINE... GOTTEN!" Lydia was speaking in a not too familiar tongue. How wet the next stroke sounded was almost like Mona whipped a pond or lake.

"AAA!" Lydia’s back teeth chattered as she rolled her eyes.

"Eleven." Clicked the next stone as Lyona spoke.

"UAAHH! ... PLEEEESE!" Lydia was begging. She looked back over her shoulder at Mona and crisped up her forehead. It couldn’t have been out of anger. Mona was just caught up with the lashing. The Manta’s Tail was now quite shinny with Lydia’s juices. As it re-appeared from being drug again between the lips of Lydia’s swollen sex.

"NNNAAAGGGHHH!"

"Twelve," the word and the click of the stone.

Lydia shaking her head voiced a bitter scream. A slave girl in agony at having her sex whipped, "AAAIIIEEE!"

Showing some compassion, but not leaving a sore spot alone. Mona dealt Lydia the next eight over her ass. This left Lydia twisting and writhing in pure agony. Those firm cheeks bounced and quivered as the whip scalded their curves.

On the last of these eight, Lyona chirped and dropped the twentieth stone.

Lydia wailed and cried her agony. Number twenty-one marked a new start on Lydia’s wonderful breasts. Curling from under her right arm, the whip bounced both breasts with crimson. Lydia took on a reddish copper color on top of her bronze skin color, which was accented by the red welts.

The Sun was very intense. Sweat was running openly over both Mona and Lydia. A mixture of sweat and oil made the whip cling to Lydia’s suffering nudity. The crowd noticed that at times Mona would pull the whip off of Lydia. It was nearing an end, so Lydia thought as she heard the stones click one after the other. She tried to focus on each time a stone clicked brought her nearer to the end of this whipping.

Another whip-stroke across her swollen nipples made Lydia jerk and heave in a deep breath. As the whip clung to her nipples, when Mona pulled it off, they burned.

"Forty-two." Lyona dropped another stone.

It felt to Lydia like the whip was sucking on her nipples. She felt it drag again, chaffing the tips of her breasts with searing heat.

"Forty-three."

Between the strokes, the crowd saw her erect nipples glowing red and dark on her streaked breasts. Dangling fully exposed and ready for another bite of the lash. Oddly, Lydia thought her nipples came off ten lashes ago. They didn’t. In fact, other than a deep reddish color, they looked none the worse for wear.

The dark snake of the whip covered them for a few seconds then slithered away. Lydia shook her head and rolled it from side to side. Her breasts danced and swayed as she writhed and the whip pulled and jerked on them. Gripping her nipples. Then leaving them red and sensitive in the hot Sun.

"Forty-four."

Lydia jerked and again her breasts swayed from the grip of the black whip. Dangling wet with sweat in the Sun.

"Forty-five."

Her nipples got a rest from this stroke. It was under her tender breasts this one fell. A fresh welt appeared where none was before followed by a shake of her head, a gasp, and a rank protest, "AAAH!"

"Forty-five."

Over her hip and into the soft folds of her sex fell the next stroke, delivering a wet slap along with a vivid red welt. Upon slithering from between her cleft, exposing a red clitoris, Lydia danced an obscene twist that made her well-whipped breasts bobble and bounce provocatively. Every male in the Arena wanted to fuck her now.

"Forty-six."

"EEEAAAHHH!" Bouncing breasts drew attention. Snaking around in a side arm stroke, like the first one, Mona delivered a stinger of a nipple stroke. This one followed the curves of her breasts. When it pulled away, her erect nipples squirted more milk. Lydia thought it was blood. No way would an expert at whipping a nude woman, like Mona, draw blood.

"Forty-seven." Lyona’s monotone voice followed the click of a white stone on the other white stones.

"NNNEEEIIIGGGHHHAAA!" One good stroke deserves another; her nipples burned first under the lash and then under the sun. While Lydia bounced on the balls of her bare feet, her whipped breasts undulated and taunted the crowd. Dripping, her bare whipped sex sopped with womanly juices glistened to taunt the crown to even newer heights.

"Forty-eight."

"OH! AH!" In a whisper under her breath, Mona sensed Lydia’s approaching climax. She thought to herself, why not another one to her sex, an up and under stroke, a real whapper. This one had to send her, Mona thought to herself, and it did. In a shudder unlike any other revealed during her whipping, Lydia began her climax. Mona swore she felt the end of the whip vibrate against Lydia’s clitoris.

"Forty-nine."

"YYYEEEAAAHHH!" This last stroke had to be across her breasts. Mona just knew that Lydia would scream her climax with her nipples seeming ready to pop.

"Fifty." The last stone fell into the now full basket of fifty white stones. Lyona looked up to see Lydia in the throes of orgasm. With her eyes closed, her sex dripping down onto the hot dirt of the Arena, Lydia climaxed. She felt her nipples explode with fire that produced a powerful squeeze of her inner sex.

Her clitoris flamed with power as well as obvious heat absorbed from not only the whip, but the intense Sun. Lydia swayed and jerked on her bonds. Her breasts with their swollen red nipples quivered and

Vibrated in the glare of the mid-day heat.

"YYYEEESSS! YES! OH... YES! AH... AH... AH!!! ... OH... AH ... AH... Ah... ah... yes... yes..."

"Give her some water. Then invert her; leave the little slut to bake that unforgivable sin of coming without permission for another hour in the sun." The Emperor ordered, and it was done.

Lydia hung naked, oiled, spread-eagle, upside down and well whipped with her cleft and breasts baking in the hot Roman sun.