Elke, the 28-year-old blonde with gorgeous dark green eyes, stood there, her hands pressed against the wall, naked and tense. She breathed deeply and tried to imagine the impending lashes from the old man. Her heart was beating fast and every fiber of her body felt the mixture of fear and excitement. Her gaze slowly slid downwards and she looked at the hard, bare surface that was supposed to protect her from the impending pain. In the corner of the room stood the old man, whip in hand, watching her with keen interest. He was wrapped in dark leather clothing that barely concealed what spoke of strength and experience in his hands. Elke felt the old man's warm breath brush against her and she shivered slightly. He seemed to make the tension in the air almost tangible and she wondered if he could feel the tension in her neck. He finally spoke, and his voice was rough and commanding: "You know what's happening now, Elke. Be strong and accept it." She nodded silently, ready to accept the punishment. Her gaze was fixed on the whip in the old man's hand. She trembled slightly, but she knew she must not take a step, must not make a sound before he began. The man strapped her tightly to the wall so that she had to lie there motionless. Then he raised the whip and Elke closed her eyes. With a quick, precise movement, the whip struck hard on Elke's bare back. A sharp pain shot through her and she moaned softly. Her muscles tensed and relaxed and she tried to control the waves of pain. But the old man knew what he was doing. He hit her in places that were most sensitive, and each blow was harder and faster than the last. Drops of Elke's sweat collected on the wall, and the air in the room was filled with the scent of leather and fear. Her breathing became heavier, and she felt the pain coming over her in waves. But she stood firm, she made no sound of weakness. Suddenly the old man stopped, and Elke breathed a sigh of relief. He looked her up and down, and Elke felt him stifling her.