"Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified.
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"I would think that a good whipping would be sufficient," said a voice, "say, ten lashes".
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Ellen started, keeping her head down.
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"Who are you?" asked the scribe.
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"I am called 'Selius'," said the voice.
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Ellen dared to look up, from her belly, half buried in the sand, into which it seemed she would crawl, as though to hide.
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Her fingers dug into the sand, at the sides of her head.
"Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified.
"I would think that a good whipping would be sufficient," said a voice, "say, ten lashes".
Ellen started, keeping her head down.
"Who are you?" asked the scribe.
"I am called 'Selius'," said the voice.
Ellen dared to look up, from her belly, half buried in the sand, into which it seemed she would crawl, as though to hide.
Her fingers dug into the sand, at the sides of her head.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )