April 20, 2003 I was flogged indoors in Ben Lomond, California by
Leatherback.

I was secured spread-eagled with leather cuffs attached to chains hanging 
from from bolts in the joist above.  Then my back was shaved both to 
allow the marks to more easily show up, and to increase my sensitivity
to the pain of the lash.  
 
My chest was first whipped with an oil-tanned leather flogger. 
Started with moderate lashes on my chest, and little by little built up 
the severity to where he was going at me real hard.  I liked the pain and 
punishment that was being inflicted, and he got into a figure-8 rhythm 
where in one direction he'd hit my right pec real hard and then on the 
back stroke, my left.  He kept this up for some time, and I could feel I 
was near my limit and was struggling and wanted it to stop.  But I managed
to get past the point where I couldn't take it, and I just stopped 
resisting in my mind and at that point it became enjoyable.  Leatherback 
could tell from my facial expressions that I wasn't resisting, so he get 
even more intense and faster like a drummer doing a huge drum roll, except
that this didn't stop for a long time.  I was in intense pain, yet happy
to take more.  Then he went up and down my front, heaviest over the
rib cage, but he did whip my abdomen for a while and then came to a big
crescendo on my pecs.  Then he stopped, and was about to turn to another
whip when I actually asked him if he'd whip my abdomen some more.  I 
believe I got 150 or more good ones with this whip, plus a whole lot of 
warmups or teasers.  I looked down at my chest and it was really
marked up, and my chest was covered with bruises.  This first whip gives
more of a heavy "thud" instead of a cutting sensation, so there wasn't
much blood yet.

Next was the rawhide switch, which is much lighter feeling than the
flogger, but stings a lot and because it is rough on the skin, it
scrapes and cuts.  After a few playful light hits, he really let me have
it and was smacking me fairly hard with this one.  This feels totally
different from the first whip and the stings really got to me.  Again, 
when I got to the point where I just couldn't take it, I somehow overrode 
my body's resistance and just sort of opened myself up to the punishment 
and the stings and scrapes and cuts.  He got in some nice jabs on my 
stomach and all over my front and then on my sides, from the beginning of 
the rib cage right up to my armpits.  On each side he repeatedly hit me 
and it was really excruciating, but I didn't want it to stop.  I think I
got at least 50 good lashes (100 if you include the light ones) with this 
whip and by now bleeding was evident.

Next he used what I call the "mini-scourge" with a long handle and 3
tails of shredded plastic with rough edges designed to scratch, sting
and cut.  This whip is lighter still than the switch, but far more
stingy and has more of a cutting action.  I hate this one, and like it
at the same time.  It's a small whip and instead of laying it down on
the flesh hard, you sort of whack it back and forth as if you were
whacking weeds in a field or garden, so one can make many hits real
fast.  I have to say I like the switch a lot better than this one.  It
may be small but it stings like hell.  He went to town with me on this
one.  I can't say how many lashes, but it must have been as many as with
the switch with at least 35 that were hard or cutting.  The stinging 
and cutting drove me crazy and left me a bloody mess, with my nipples 
dripping blood in an ugly fashion.  I was not bleeding heavily, but so 
many small cuts bleeding just a little made my whole chest look pretty 
bloody.

At this point I requested a glass of water, which was held to my mouth so 
I could drink it.  A second glass of water was dumped on my chest, 
somewhat like in the naval floggings where a bucket of sea water was
thrown on the "victim."

Finally, he took out the full sized plastic scourge.  It's made of the 
same material as the previous whip, but this one has 27 tails, so 
there's a lot of cutting going on.  About 50 or mroe moderate strokes were 
followed by 10 real hard lashes.  With each blow, I could feel the scourge 
cutting into my flesh and stinging, superficial cuts, not deep, but they 
sure hurt.

After a bathroom break, he secured me the other way around so I could take 
the back flogging.  The agreement was that I would take 40 lashes on my 
back with the prison cat with 9 unknotted tails.  My back had been shaved
so that the stripes would show up better and also to make my back more 
sensitive to the pain and punishment.  He gave me the forty lashes in sets
of 10, so there was a little breather after 10 and after 20 he took photos.
I have been flogged by this cat before and it is brutal, especially when 
lashes hit the same place more than once or when they cris-cross each
other.  While the pain didn't get any easier, I seemed to get used to it
and the second half didn't seem as dreadful.

When the full sentence was completed, he said he wanted to give me 4
more and these would be deliberate wraps -- he'd strike my back near the 
edge so that the lashes would wrap around each of my sides and over my 
shoulders.  He put a special leather head protector on my head so the 
lashes would not hit my head.  Then I braced myself.  I got 4 bruising 
wraps that really did a job on my sides and to some degree on my
shoulders.  While the pain increased substantially, it wasn't unbearable
and somehow I liked them!

After another bathroom break, I came back to find Leatherback holding a
whip I'd never seen before.  It's an 11 tail knotted cat, with a handle
he made out of a pepper grinder.  It's photo is in my briefcase.  He
said he wanted to give me 10 lashes with it, and I agreed.  These lashes
were given at a slightly faster pace than with the prison cat.  I found
them pretty hard to take after the beating I had already taken.  I'd say
it's severity was just a little less than the prison cat.  I was glad when 
I had finished the 10 lashes, after the 44 from the first cat.

In summary, this is by far the most intense flogging session I've ever had,
especially on the chest.  And while I've taken twice as many lashes on my
back previously with other whips, the intensity and pain inflicted in the 
54 provided far more punishment than I've had before.  This also was my
most satisfying.  In many previous sessions, I felt that I gave in to the
pain too soon, but what made this time special was that I was able to get
past that point, and Leatherback recognized that and pushed me further.
When I went home, I felt fully satisfied and didn't feel like I "left any
food on the table."

Photos of some of my flogging sessions are in the photo album "jsnaw" 
of the Yahoo group mcpf.  A direct link to them is:

http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/mcpf/lst?.dir=/jnsaw/

Many more photos are in my profile photo album at:
http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jeans_noshirt_and_whipped/my_photos

Narratives of other sessions and other thoughts I have about flogging
and whipping can be found in the files directory at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mcpf/files/jnsaw/

Sincerely,
jeans_noshirt_and_whipped