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roken; then, after a while, his
beloved steel voice: "I will beat you with these six birch-rods.
Do you have any question?" I asked, with trembling voice: How many
strokes will I receive, my Lord?" He answered: "It depends. I want
to break these rods on your buttocks. When all six are broken your
birching will be finished." "Master" - I said as sweetly as possible -
"Yes, slave?" "Please - I repeated, because I was feeling really
repentant - hit me bloody, but don't be angry. I'll never hesitate
again, never". My Lord said, with unexpected sweetness: "My dear,
as I told you before, I'm not angry. I love you, darling, you are
the slave that I've always dreamed of. Now, listen to my orders.
During this beating you will not be bound, but it's better for you
to remain embraced to the tree. If you change position, I'll hit
you harder. Is it clear?" "Yes, my Master". Then he continued:
"You can cry as much as you want, of course, only animals will hear
you. I love you, Laylah."
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