“Whip me!” she begged

“Whip me!” she begged.
“No,” I said.
“But such things will be done to me, will they not?” she asked.
“They may or may not, as the master pleases,” I said.
“I have never even felt the whip,” she said.
“With your nature,” I said, “I doubt that it will be much used on you, but, doubtless, from time to time, in the hands of one master or another, it will be.”
“You will not whip me now?” she asked.
“Let another give you your first whipping,” I said, “perhaps in a slave pen, in Port Cos.”

Renegades of Gor, p. 647

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