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Then, suddenly, I felt a stinging rain of leather cracking on my back, and then I was rolling on the floor, crying, turning about, trying to fend the blows which fell upon me, and then I struggled to my knees, and put my head down to the floor, covering it with my hands. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #685)

But such feelings, so broadcast, weakening, and suffusive! Could it be, I wondered, that I was a slave. I had had only a swallow or two when Nora's slipper swept across the floor and upset the pan. "Clumsy slave!" she said. Then, suddenly, I felt a stinging rain of leather cracking on my back, and then I was rolling on the floor, crying, turning about, trying to fend the blows which fell upon me, and then I struggled to my knees, and put my head down to the floor, covering it with my hands. She struck some more blows, lashing blows, on my arms, and calves, and back, and then, perhaps weary, returned to her place. "What a careless, clumsy slave," she remarked. I shook with sobs, and pain. - (Conspirators of Gor)