Whips, Inc.

You'll have an extra six for the bitch," said the girl. "And as for hitting hard, it's your own fault. What you did to Tomlinson excited me. Thank your stars that I have some control on myself, or else you'd have a hundred at least." She raised her birch again. "And you'll come to my bedroom tonight. Sometime or other, and never mind the danger. You'll just take care not to be seen. Otherwise I will give you a hundred next time." She swung on the balls of her feet as she brought the birch down. A savage thrill tore through her as the whalebone cut into the flesh and brought the next scream. "All right," she said. "You can have a breather before the next six." She walked unsteadily to an easy-chair and sat down. Audrey Morphy entered the study. "Good God!" she said, for the second time that evening. Madeleine St. Clair, on her heels, said: "An absolute concentration camp!