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When she finished, I untied her hands, stood her back on the box, and locked her in the manacles again. "What are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to whip you, but first you must step off the box on which you are standing." "I'm to hang by may wrists?" "Your feet will touch the floor, but barely." Maryann stepped gingerly off the box. Her toes just barely touched the floor. I had measured this all rather carefully while she was asleep. I stooped and bound Maryann's ankles tightly with a strip of leather, then retrieved a rather whippy 3 foot piece of cane from the corner whence I had emerged. "This is really going to hurt, isn't it." "It will be the most painful experience of your young life so far," I told her.
"I'm frightened." "That is entirely appropriate. You should be." "Do you really have to do this? Haven't I gone through enough?" "The curse is not lifted until I am finished with you, which I am not. Now cease distracting me. There are others who must yet be admonished this day." I swung the cane, striking her calf, just above the ankles. Maryann screamed for me to stop. I didn't. Starting with her ankles, I worked my way up to her neck and back again to her ankles, leaving stripe after stripe on her smooth skin. Maryann screamed continuously. She was doing significant damage to my hearing in the hard room.