Juliet could see a method in her uncle’s madness, as his daughter’s bottom was now gleaming from top to bottom, and side to side, in no time at all a flaming bright red. Continuing with the steady pace, he laid on more strikes of the strap, seeming to increase the strength he used to land them, keeping just above his daughter’s edge of pain. As he laid on the heavier ones, she would suddenly gasp aloud. And then, when she could no longer hold back, her gasps became real cries, and then her cries wails of agony.
Reaching such a peak, Uncle Andrew would back off, stopping altogether several times, having compassion to give his daughter a rest, though not compassionate enough to have her rest altogether. He began again when she was simply crying softly; and not loosing his intensity, he laid
