Dr. Lomp's study is filled with the scent of leather and the soft moans of the two blonde chicks bent over his punishment table. Their skin, already flushed from the anticipation, bears the first red welts from the doctor's expert use of the whip. They squirm, their small tits pressing against the cool wood, but they dare not disobey. The doctor's voice, low and commanding, orders them to open their legs wider, and they comply, feeling the cool air on their wet, throbbing pussies. The whip cracks again, and they gasp, their bodies tensing as they fight the urge to orgasm from the delicious, painful stimulation.