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Chapter Thirty Seven

Accompanying them was a collared male servant, a miserable-looking Islander who must have been about Trish's age. He was carrying a enormous backpack and several bags. He was barefoot and his naked body was covered with whip-marks. He followed his Mistress and her kids to a grassy area in the shade close to where Eve was sitting and Trish was kneeling.

While the kids ran off to see a nearby playground, the servant unloaded the pack, which contained everything necessary for a picnic for the woman and her kids. As soon as the picnic was set up, the woman ordered the servant to get on his hands and knees. She produced a whip and aimed it at his backside:

"Why do you have to be so slow, wretch?" CRACK! "What's wrong with you?" CRACK! "Where do you think you are, on vacation?" CRACK! "What do you think I bought you for, to relax?" CRACK! "Wretch, you'd better start answering me, or I'll tear the skin off you, right here!" CRACK!

"I'm a lazy sack of shit, Mistress. I'm worthless." CRACK! "T
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