Kim stepped back. Kathy continued to kneel, her head bowed, the tears streaking her cheeks. Kim crossed the room and flung open a closet door. Kathy looked up and saw that, instead of clothes, it contained a rack of various restraints and an array of whips. Kim pointed at the whips. “I punish you tonight in front of Abul. Crawl here and pick one for your punishment.” Trembling, Kathy crawled to the rack. She hesitated before selecting a stiff leather whip about two feet in length. Kim opened the bedroom door. “Bring it when we ring. Wear maid uniform.” Kim took the whip, “Open mouth,” she said. Kathy, still on her hands and knees, opened her mouth. Kim put the whip between Kathy’s teeth. “Carry like that.” She glared down at her, “Tonight you obey. In front of Abul you show me much respect
