I winced in pain just a little. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Well that certainly isn’t good enough. Have you ever heard of a punishment method called Bastinado?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Well then let me show you how this little torture works.”
Suddenly her arm came up in a complete round-about swing. She was holding a whip with several long supple thongs that landed on the soles of my feet with a tremendous force.
“Ah – h – h – h – h…,” I screamed
The pain was unbearable. Not only was the whip the crowning moment of her evil deed, but she had also tenderized my feet over many miles of ungroomed road and desert.
“By the time we’re through with you today, you’ll only be able to crawl around for the next month or so. There’s no way you’ll be walking. You’ll be on your knees where true slaves belong. Ma
