Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 34 | 198 | In moments, startled, disbelieving, she had rolled, twisting, and miserable, sobbing, crying out for mercy, under the blows of the switch. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 34 | 201 | I then put the switch again to her, and, after a time, as she shrieked for mercy, I desisted, and left her, blubbering on the tiles, bound, behind me. |
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"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.
I then put the switch again to her, and, after a time, as she shrieked for mercy, I desisted, and left her, blubbering on the tiles, bound, behind me.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 34)