Flogged For Her Pleasure
'See how the wretched slave grovelleth at thy feet for mercy, my dear! What wouldst thou have me do? Spare him? Or have him flogged for thy pleasure?'
'I wouldst have him flogged, my husband. Let him feel the almighty sting of thy righteous whip on his bended back! No slave can withstand the sting of a well-laid-on whip!'
'Haha, too true my dear! There is certainly much humility and contrition at the end of a whip!... Guard! Belabour this slave with the whip in our presence. Lay on 100 of thy finest lashes, that we may exult in his suffering!'
'Yes, my Liege! At once, my Liege!'