Her fingers had gone white as they gripped the leather straps, and it was only the locking of her knee that had her standing through the pain of the lashes. She hated things that cut. It was why she preferred floggers over a whip when used on herself. Granted, had Henry a bit more skill with the whip, it's possibly he'd have done a neater job of it all... but that'd come with time. And pulling at his wrath hadn't helped much. Still, when it stopped she was surprised, and took a moment to roll her shoulders.
"It's ok, Edward. Let him get it out of his system."