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At last she ceased. "I am really beginning to enjoy this," she said.

I had him on edge so I switched to my cane and punished John cruelly yet with love and mercy and I jumped deeper in the book.

"Now you will see what kind of woman I am!"

"To begin with, you shall have a taste of the whip in good earnest -- not for anything you've done, but simply to show you what you can expect whenever you are awkward, disobedient or rebellious."

With savage grace she drew back her fur-lined sleeve and lashed me across the back. I winced, for the whip cut into my flesh like a knife.

"How do you like that?" she asked. "Only wait, I will soon make you howl like a dog under the whip," she promised, and began whipping me again.

The blows fell swiftly and with biting force on my back, my arms, my shoulders, and I had to grit my teeth not to cry out... but she laughed and whipped on.

"Now I understand you," she cried between the blows. "It is a real joy to have someone utterly at my mercy -- and a man too, a man who loves me! You do love me! No? Ah, then I'll cut you to ribbons, and every blow will give me more pleasure, so writhe your body -- twist like a worm -- yes! And scream, gasp, whine -- like that, yes! Ah, what good sport this is!"