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She now knew that this was a place in which she would well obey, a place in which she must strive with every fiber of her being to be as pleasing as possible. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1121)

"Please, no, Master!" she wept. She then received ten lashes of the five-stranded Gorean slave whip, and she wept, and screamed, and protested, and begged, and pleaded, and turned, spinning, jerking, twisting, in the bonds, sometimes bending her knees, lifting her feet from the floor, her full weight then on the wrist tether, and then, after the tenth blow, she hung helplessly, sobbing, sagging, knees bent, on the strap, her full weight on it. The strap was then apparently freed from the hook or ring which held it over the beam and she fell, hands still bound before her, to her knees. She now knew that this was a place in which she would well obey, a place in which she must strive with every fiber of her being to be as pleasing as possible. She sensed the figure before her and put out her bound hands and touched a powerful leg. She then put down her hooded head and, feeling for a foot, pressed her lips to it through the leather desperately, placatingly. She was then dragged a few feet to the side and thrown on her belly over a smooth, rounded leather surface. - (Prize of Gor)