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ÔWilliam went around his desk, opened the top drawer, and withdrew from it a thin, tooled chestnut-brown leather strap, two inches wide, and twelve inches long, fitted to a polished wooden handle. He went back around the desk to stand in front of her again. Extend your right hand Damaris, he told her. Palm up and hold it still. Trembling, she put out her hand. Grasping her by the wrist of that hand, he drew back the strap and laid it across the palm of her hand hard. Tears sprang to her eyes immediately as she jerked her hand away in pain and fear. No, young lady, put your hand back out. I'm going to make sure you never steal from me or anyone else again. Do you understand? Yes, she gasped. You're getting six on each hand. Damaris extended her hurt hand once more and turned her head away. Again the strap came down and the sensation was more painful than anything she could have imagined, though the scene from The Seventh Veil did not fail to flit through her mind. Look at me Damaris. You're being punished. He forced her to meet his eyes before he brought the strap down a third time on her tiny hand. The next three strokes came rapidly and seemed so shockingly painful to Damaris that she felt her knees buckling under her and for a long moment she seemed to be falling very slowly and softly backwards. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on the floor and William was pulling her back up to her feet. She hadn't actually passed out, but a momentary wave of dizziness had caused her to reel away from the punishment. You can take this, he told her. Now give me the other hand. Sobbing almost uncontrollably now, she offered her left hand for discipline. Again she turned her face away and hid it against her sleeve. Grasping her firmly by the wrist, William began the whole procedure again, administering the strapping as if he were a disinterested nineteenth-century schoolmaster and she a recalcitrant ward of state. You know you have this coming, Damaris, he told her and continued to mete out the full count. The strapping on her hands was the most painful corporal punishment Damaris had ever experienced, but although she wept, she felt almost giddy with relief that her sin was finally being expiated.'
Format:
Novel
Category:
Corporal Punishment
Shipping Time:
This item is usually dispatched by return
Catalogue No:
5072
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