Do you have any question?" I asked, with trembling voice: How many strokes will I receive, my Lord?" He answered: "It depends.Do you have any question?" I asked, with trembling voice: How many strokes will I receive, my Lord?" He answered: "It depends. I want to break these rods on your buttocks. When all six are broken your birching will be finished." "Master" - I said as sweetly as possible - "Yes, slave?" "Please - I repeated, because I was feeling really repentant - hit me bloody, but don't be angry. I'll never hesitate again, never". My Lord said, with unexpected sweetness: "My dear, as I told you before, I'm not angry. I love you, darling, you are the slave that I've always dreamed of. Now, listen to my orders. During this beating you will not be bound, but it's better for you to remain embraced to the tree. |