Selena learns to enjoy the whip

“How does it feel, Selena Are you excited or afraid Afraid of getting your ass whipped”
“No. Excited. Give me… let’s say… five lashes with that slick leather whip you carried.”
Hana took off her shirt, then picked up the whip. To measure her distance she put the length of the whip over Selena’s jeans bottom and pulled it as she stepped back, about five feet. Hana took a firm stand.
Selena listened to the awful swooshing sound and a split second later the single tail of braided leather cracked across her up-turned rump: Craaacckk-Smaaaaaccckkk! Selena buckled in her bonds; the agony of the pain was unbelievable. Tears burst into her eyes. Good thing she was strapped over the saddle so tight, that way she couldn’t move.
“One!” Hana said and gave Selena a full minute to recover.
Swoooossshhh-Smaaaaccckkk! “Two!”
This time the slick tail of leather landed on the part of her ass just above her thighs, where most of her bottom was bare. The pain was so intense she couldn’t breathe for a couple of seconds. She struggled so hard that she actually moved the creaking saddle stand a few inches forward. The struggle made her daisy duke bottom look even sexier, as if inviting the lash.
Craaacckk-Smaaaaaccckkk! “Three!”
Selena was howling now, with drool running out of her mouth. She twisted her ass left and right, but Hana waited until Selena was calm again.
“Please stop, Hana! Stop! No more! Untie me!”