Punishment

Punishment

I watched in horror as Dane picked out a whip from the many hanging off the wall. He took his hand and studied it, as if testing its efficiency. Memories of my last whipping flooded my mind and I could almost feel the pain on my body.

I wanted to speak, to beg for forgiveness but the words couldn’t come out. I remained frozen in silence, watching as Dane made his way to me, taking large measured strides, typical of a man on a mission.

He stopped in front of me. Since I was kneeling and couldn’t look up, I stared at his sandals. He had huge legs which thin toes which was a bit strange. His brown feet were ashy and dry as if he hadn’t put lotion on them for decades.

“Undo the top part of your dress,” he said, going to stand behind my back. My body stiffened as it prepared itself for what was to come. The whip came down hard and sent pain all over my back. Then there was another, and another. I couldn’t stop the sobs that wrecked my body as strokes rained all over my back. Th