///[Lash].tooltip="Seeing as you have a whip of your own, it could be nice to give her a thorough taste of her own weapon choice." Requires whip
Her weapon smarts, and as you snap your own [weapon], you already feel the catharsis of inflicting more of this punishment on her. [say: My my, a sadist,] the demoness responds. A flick of your wrist causes the whip to lash her cheek, provoking a gasp and wince. She covers the marking while she collects herself. [say: Wouldn't you prefer my lovely visage remain intact?] Unfortunately for her, you don't. You lash the demon again, this time marring her nose. Beginning to worry for her appearance, she refuses to direct her gaze your way. You lash her [ivorybreast], then her arm, then her hip. Each strike draws out pained distress. At this point, she may have had enough of her own medicine, unless you're truly the sadist she suggested you are. 
[Continue].tooltip="You truly are." [Stop].tooltip="You don't have much to gain doing more than this." 
//Stop
This much feels sufficient. You leave the battered succubus to scurry back home and treat her poor, delicate face. 
//Continue
You couldn't kid yourself[if (isChild and silly) {, you're already there!|.}] At heart, you have a sadistic streak to sate, and, as you wound her nude bosom once more, you find this is a good outlet. Your [weapon] [if (flamewhip) {leaves searing marks that flicker with every swing|[if (silwhip) {leaves nasty welts with the tip in a delicious taste of what she so sought to deliver to you|[if (succwhip) {doubtlessly excites her, despite the pain|leaves red streaks that draw out pained whines}]}]}]. Another lash, this time on her wing, straining the thin flesh stretched across. She yelps from the wounds, pulling her limbs closer in for protection. [if (singleleg) {Smacking her with your [leg]|Kicking her}], you shift focus on her back, even less covered by her skimpy corset than her front. The loud snaps of your whip as well as her cries echo around as you paint the abuse on her once-flawless skin. A lull in the sadism allows her to calm down. [say: You do love to hurt--] You cut her off with a strike to her ass, reveling in the shout of pain that follows. Her whimpering satisfies you, and you let the moment hang in the air. 

The ivory succubus turns to face you, moving her hand to caress her butt. Seizing the opportunity, you lash her face one last time, receiving a scream for your well-placed strike. The demon falls back down, cradling the bruised, humiliating mark spanning her image. That will be all for you.