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I supposed she was the sort of slave who would misinterpret a forbearance as weakness, the sort of slave who would abuse a lenience. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #324)

She seemed to me insufficiently deferential. She had lied before, and I had not had her lashed. Did she still think she was a free woman? Had she not yet learned she was a slave? Lying is permitted to the free woman, not the slave. I supposed she was the sort of slave who would misinterpret a forbearance as weakness, the sort of slave who would abuse a lenience. That is unwise on their part, for it is easy enough to remind them of their bondage, fiercely, and with unmistakable clarity. I thought of another woman, one first seen in a large emporium, on the world Earth. I recalled that she, in the warehouse on Earth, had looked well at my feet, stripped, on her back, as I had turned her, looking up at me, bound hand and foot, clearly ready for processing. - (Smugglers of Gor)