Frightened Of Her
Ms Mukta: ‘Are you frightened of me, slave – and of the fact that I’m about to have you whipped?’
Slave: ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress! Oh pity pray! Truly this slave fears the sting of the whip, madam. Oh pray, madam, pray unshackle this wretched slave that he might fall in the dirt at your feet and kiss your sneakers and socks in an effort to elicit sweet feminine clemency in the mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding to a helpless and frightened slave who is in your power and at your mercy, madam? Oh pray, mistress! Oh pray! Truly I fear you, mistress, and the sting of your whip!’
Master Simon Sir: ‘Ha! Ha! Whip him, Mukta! Don’t spare him! Make him wear the red sting of your whip on his back!’
Gaoler: ‘I will be most happy to assist you with the whipping, if it pleases you madam?’
Ms Mukta: ‘Why thank you, kind sir! Shall we begin with twenty lashes on each side of his torso?’
Gaoler: ‘With pleasure, madam! The whip will soon teach him respect and obedience for your superior sex, madam!’