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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #211)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 211 I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 208 I could not well see what he had in his hand.
7 209 "What are you going to do, Master?" I asked, frightened.
7 210 Then I was put under the slave whip of Gor.
7 211 I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.
7 212 Released from the rope, and my ankles freed from the ring, I sank to the floor.
7 213 I was scarcely aware that my hands were once more being fastened behind my back.
7 214 I lay there, my body afire, a whipped chattel, a slave.
I could not well see what he had in his hand. "What are you going to do, Master?" I asked, frightened. Then I was put under the slave whip of Gor. I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark. Released from the rope, and my ankles freed from the ring, I sank to the floor. I was scarcely aware that my hands were once more being fastened behind my back. I lay there, my body afire, a whipped chattel, a slave. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7)