Whip Limit?

Hung by the hands and whipped shoulders to calves and clavicles to shins with a stick, something heavy enough to crush and bruise but thin and flexible enough to raise welts and split skin. Thick, fast strokes that sting individually at first but feel like being burned alive as lash upon lash blisters my skin. If the hits are hard and go on long enough they flay flesh and bring agony that makes my entire body spasm so hard that I can no longer draw breath. I pass out, only to be revived by the next stroke. Then I'm fading out and being jolted back to consciousness, again and again and again, and by the time it's over I'm striped beautiful purple and deep red from throat to ankles and am too spent to stand. I look my best when I've had a good beating.

For me it's less about the number of stries and more about the skill and intent of the striker. I'm not usually in any shape or have the head space to be counting anyways.
 
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Hung by the hands and whipped shoulders to calves and clavicles to shins with a stick, something heavy enough to crush and bruise but thin and flexible enough to raise welts and split skin. Thick, fast strokes that sting individually at first but feel like being burned alive as lash upon lash blisters my skin. If the hits are hard and go on long enough they flay flesh and bring agony that makes my entire body spasm so hard that I can no longer draw breath. I pass out, only to be revived by the next stroke. Then I'm fading out and being jolted back to consciousness, again and again and again, and by the time it's over I'm striped beautiful purple and deep red from throat to ankles and am too spent to stand. I look my best when I've had a good beating.

For me it's less about the number of stries and more about the skill and intent of the striker. I'm not usually in any shape or have the head space to be counting anyways.
I get EXACTLY what you're saying, 100%
 
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