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I was once leaned toward a wall, the palms of my hands on the wall, to keep my balance, and switched across the back of the thighs. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #224)

"A helpless, hot one," laughed a man. "Two tarsk-bits!" called another, "No, three," cried another, as I fled away. How I longed for a private master, a normal master, at whose feet I might kneel, whom I might serve humbly, heatedly, passionately, in the way of the slave! Too, in a common tunic and collar, I found myself more than once berated and twice switched by free women. I was once leaned toward a wall, the palms of my hands on the wall, to keep my balance, and switched across the back of the thighs. It was not my fault if I may have fallen favorably beneath the gaze of her free companion! That was not my doing! I had not even been aware of his regard. In the case of the other, we were drawing water, and I had not noticed her waiting. "Are you mad?" she asked. - (Plunder of Gor)