Service Day: Pain Processing

The Pope keeps his slaves grinding through pain like it's part of the rent. They pair up, take turns with the flogger, and coach each other through every strike. One grips the post. The other swings steady. They suck air through clenched teeth, push it out slow, and stay locked on the moment until the sting fades. Blonde hair sticks to damp skin, tits bouncing with each breath, and the house echoes with the slap of leather on bare flesh.