Mistress Fontaine let go of the wheel and picked up a little rod made of thin steel. She showed me how flexible it was, bending it backwards and forwards. She pressed it against my breast, then lifted up one end, and let it go. It whiplashed back against my skin. The pain was one of the most dreadful things I had yet endured. Surely this could not go on? I would have begged for mercy had I been able to speak.
“Again,” said Miss Eva. This time Mistress Fontaine lifted up the end of the thin steel rod, even higher, and let go. It hit directly on the end of my n****e, still trapped by the clamp. In vain I twisted and turned, struggling to get free.
“Do the other one,” said Miss Eva. She sat with a little smile on her face as Mistress Fontaine tortured me. At last she put down the rod. But I
