Caroline was trying to cry out now. All thought of dignity had been jettisoned; she simply had to express her pain, but her cries were muted by the gag. She was drooling too, saliva running down her chin, which only served to increase her sense of humiliation. Bound and gagged as she was, how could she indicate to Sophie that this was enough, that whatever lesson Sophie sought to impart she was willing to learn? It seemed as if Sophie had no interest in any attempt she made to communicate this thought.
Caroline’s bottom burned like mad. She wanted the pain to stop, but she could escape it neither by physical movement, nor by verbal protest. The heavy leather strap continued to beat out its implacable rhythm. When would it ever stop? Caroline was scarcely capable of rational thought as her
