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Somewhat behind me, to the side, I heard again that terrible sound, that sharp, fearful crack of leather. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #735)

Surely they could not be used upon us! Surely these men, these leonine males, like gods and beasts, did not regard us as being subject to such attentions! But somehow I suspected that these men, these unusual males, these incredible males, our striking, magnificent captors, were not likely to be patient with us. We were a kind, I gathered, on which such men were not likely to lavish patience. But what kind could that be? Of what kind was I now, or had I been, and now was explicitly, openly? I dared not conjecture, but knew. Somewhat behind me, to the side, I heard again that terrible sound, that sharp, fearful crack of leather. I sobbed. I hurried. I was kneeling in the garden, on the lavender grass, as it was in that part of the garden, my head down, the palms of my hands on the grass. - (Witness of Gor)