Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 34 | 197 | She had, after all, been lax in her duties and, when questioned, had been curt, even insolent, and so, whatever might have been the motivation for these unwise hazards or indulgences, they would have their predictable outcome. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 34 | 194 | I think she was surprised at the force with which she was seized and bound. |
| 34 | 195 | "Forgive me, Master!" she wept, at my feet, alarmed. |
| 34 | 196 | "It is not necessary to strike me! I will mend my ways! I will be good!" It had doubtless been a test on her part, to ascertain permissions, latitudes, limitations, and such, but I thought it well for her to comprehend what might be the consequences of such a test. |
| 34 | 197 | She had, after all, been lax in her duties and, when questioned, had been curt, even insolent, and so, whatever might have been the motivation for these unwise hazards or indulgences, they would have their predictable outcome. |
| 34 | 198 | In moments, startled, disbelieving, she had rolled, twisting, and miserable, sobbing, crying out for mercy, under the blows of the switch. |
| 34 | 199 | "You have been displeasing," I informed her. |
| 34 | 200 | "Forgive me, Master!" she wept, her fair skin flaming with pain. |
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I think she was surprised at the force with which she was seized and bound.
"Forgive me, Master!" she wept, at my feet, alarmed.
"It is not necessary to strike me! I will mend my ways! I will be good!" It had doubtless been a test on her part, to ascertain permissions, latitudes, limitations, and such, but I thought it well for her to comprehend what might be the consequences of such a test.
She had, after all, been lax in her duties and, when questioned, had been curt, even insolent, and so, whatever might have been the motivation for these unwise hazards or indulgences, they would have their predictable outcome.
In moments, startled, disbelieving, she had rolled, twisting, and miserable, sobbing, crying out for mercy, under the blows of the switch.
"You have been displeasing," I informed her.
"Forgive me, Master!" she wept, her fair skin flaming with pain.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 34)