Chloe approached Mr. Meat and stood next to him while he introduced her to the audience, though most people were not paying attention to what he said but instead used the time to admire the young girl's nubile body. Chloe was averagely tall for her age and, judging by her childlike proportions, appeared to have gained that height in a short burst. Given time her body would undoubtedly have matured gracefully into the form of an elegant woman, though she would of course not live to see that happen. Although her body would never escape adolescence, some parts of it were further developed than others. Her breasts were full and round but youthfully perky, with tiny, pink nipples crowning them. Her pubic mound was delightfully plump, and now that her small patch of curly pubic hair was removed her pussy was no longer concealed, and one could see her small, bright pink inner lips barely poking out between her ample outer lips.

Chloe had a very cute face, with big, sparkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her auburn hair was tied back into a ponytail by a pink band, with a little plastic flower attached to it for decoration, adding to her adorable look. As cute as she looked though, some of her inner desires didn't match her appearance, as Mr. Meat was soon to reveal.

"This little girl sure is a cutie, wouldn't you agree?" he asked the audience, which responded with excited cheers and whistles. The change in his tone revealed that they were soon getting to the action they were all there to see. "A few minutes ago, backstage, little Chloe whispered in my ear that she had a request for me. Naturally, I couldn't deny such a pretty lady her last wish, so I managed to arrange something. Why don't you tell the crowd what you want me to do to you, Chloe?"

Mr. Meat held the microphone up to her mouth, and confidently, without hesitation, Chloe made her wish clear.

"I want to be whipped!"

A loud, ecstatic cheer erupted in the hall. The remaining kitties opened their eyes wide, looking at each other in surprise, wondering if any of them had known about Chloe's wish beforehand. The answer was no, as Chloe had kept her fantasy a closely guarded secret, only revealing it to her diary along with her other closely guarded secret. Someone was bound to stumble over that book as they went through her belongings after her death, and whoever did would be in for quite a treat.

Mr. Meat led the brunette over to a metal frame, where he secured her arms to the steel beam that went over her head. He didn't bother with restraining her legs, since her arms were tied sufficiently tight to prevent any big movements. She would be defenseless against the whip, which the man procured from a decorated leather pouch. He unfurled it, before he launched it with a whoosh as the tip cut through the air on the way to Chloe's bare back.

The whip made contact with Chloe's skin with a sharp snap. The girl let out a yelp in reaction to the stinging pain, but it trailed off into a soft moan as the pain somehow transformed into pleasure in the girl's mind. It hurt a lot more than she'd though, but to her relief she also felt way hornier than she had ever felt before. Mr. Meat landed another blow across her shoulders, and this time Chloe omitted the cry of pain and went straight for the moan. The audience responded enthusiastically, the men dealing with increasingly painful erections and the ladies leaking juices, forming darker patches on their panties, and for some even leaking through to their pants or skirts.

Mr. Meat gradually aimed lower with each whip, eventually going to town on Chloe's cute little bottom. Each blow left a flaming red imprint on her delicate skin, and the marks quickly swelled up into a thin, striped pattern, decorating her body. When the man felt satisfied with the result on the backside he had the girl rotated to face him, and this time he started from the legs up. Mr. Meat paid special attention to the plump mound between her legs, and it wasn't long before it was completely covered by red streaks. Fortunately, because of the plumpness of her mound, the whip never hit her sensitive pussy, for which Chloe was thankful since the whipping already resided in the upper limits of her pain threshold. That threshold was exceeded for a moment when the whip reached her breasts and pink nipples, but Mr. Meat immediately sensed this and eased off. He finished the whipping after a few more blows, considerably softer that time, so that her entire body was covered in red marks. When he was done, Chloe let out a sigh of relief. The whipping had been quite the experience, and she didn't regret it for a second, but even though it felt amazing the pain was getting to her, and she was glad that she wouldn't have to endure any more.

Chloe looked up at Mr. Meat, who smiled at her. She smiled back, but as she did so she noticed that his smile was not kind, but wicked. A chill went down her spine as the man spoke, stroking the handle of the whip.

"Spread you legs, Chloe," he said and walked over to the other side of the frame, facing her striped backside. Chloe flinched.

"No, please don't" she uttered weakly, completely drowned out by the cheer of the crowd. She'd pressed her legs firmly together during her entire ordeal to protect her most sensitive and vulnerable area, and now the man, and the crowd, wanted to see her get hurt there too. The pain was already on the verge of unbearable, and the last thing she wanted at that moment was even more pain.

"Spread them," Mr. Meat repeated calmly.

Chloe resisted, clutching her legs tighter. Her body wanted to protect itself, and it knew all on its own that what was coming was going to hurt really bad. But somewhere, hidden deep inside her mind, was the immense desire to experience such a terrible pain. With only minutes left to live this was probably her only chance, and the thought in her mind grew more and more intense until it completely enveloped her mind. Chloe could not believe what her legs were doing, but they seemed to have gained a will of their own and she could only watch as her left leg stepped to the side, followed by her right. The sticky juices clinging to her inner thigh formed into thin strings as her smooth legs parted. Chloe felt a cold chill on her nether lips as they were exposed to the air.

The whole hall went quiet in anticipation for what was going to happen. Chloe took deep breaths, bracing herself for the impact. Suddenly she heard the whooshing of Mr. Meat's whip seeming to cut the air in two parts in its path toward her crotch. Mr. Meat's aim was incredibly accurate, and the snap reverberated through the room as the tip of the whip struck Chloe's pink inner lips. The poor girl cried out loudly, this time without any hint of a moan. She felt only pain, the most pure form of pain she'd ever felt. All thoughts disappeared from her head, and she could only focus on the incredible stinging that radiated from her crotch, and all her previous wounds started hurting too, as if they were doing it in sympathy with her labia.

The loud snap of the whip could be heard four more times, each followed by a desperate scream from the girl, before the gentleman decided it was enough. He put down his whip and freed the girl from her constraints, embracing her and wiping the tears that were streaming down her face. He took a seat on a nearby chair and put her on his lap while he inspected her wounds. None of them had drawn blood, just as he had planned, although some were very close and judging by the swelling must have hurt quite a lot. He was surprised that she hadn't begged him to stop after the first few blows. With the last whipping she had truly suffered, but that made him more eager to give Chloe her prize for spreading her stripy legs and letting him do what he wished to her body.