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Fall of Barbaria 1 copy. Members: None. Add to favorites. Related tags. Events on LibraryThing Local. No events listed. You must log in to edit Common Knowledge data. Is this you? Become a LibraryThing Author. Member ratings Average: 2 0. Another wave of sickness overwhelmed me. I pressed my hands over my face and prayed for the release of death.

I waited. No answer came. God, it seemed, was going to let me continue to suffer. Soon they would come for me. Clean me. Massage me.

Cream me. Polish me. Tether me. Harness me. Truly as if I were an animal and not a human being. Although, in the Harem, I had descended into unimaginable Hell, I yearned to go back there.

Anything would be better than the Stables. Yet there I was. Waiting to be savagely punished. For truly no fault. Simply for a natural reaction. Sign up. Already on BookLikes?

Log in! Incorrect verification code. Please, check your email, the code to access victor bruno books free download BookLikes blog was sent to you already. Log in Sign up. Return to Paradise by Victor Bruno author. Dad will be in his shirt sleeves and will have the cane in his hand. It is an ordinary sort of cane with a hooked handle but I just wish it was a little slimmer. It is the kind of cane which the Headmistress uses at the school I went to and where Elsie goes now.

I can hear Dad going on at Elsie. Then he goes quiet and I can hear Elsie sobbing and pleading. Then I hear the bedsprings squeak.

Elsie will have got up on it, kneeling facing the head. I can hear Elsie whimpering and snorting down her nostrils. Poor thing; I know just how she feels. The whimpering and snorting intensifies and becomes high- pitched. There is a pause, quite a long one, for Dad never hurries when he is handing out a punishment. Often I wish he would cane faster, so get it over with, but he seems to like to draw it out. Another whistle of the cane, another crack, more high-pitched snorting.

It sounds to me as if Dad is really laying on hard. I count the strokes as they fall, hearing the snorting sounds getting ever more urgent. Occasionally my own nates clench in mute sympathy for my poor sister. The strokes mount to six and I wait, tense. But no I hear the seventh stroke come whistling down, which means that Elsie is going to get at least a dozen.

Dad only goes over the dozen if he considers the offence particularly serious. Perhaps that is the case now. Nine, ten, eleven. The strokes, well-spaced, fall remorselessly. I cannot truly describe how painful it is when a cane is laid hard on bare flesh.

That must be the end, surely? Then my scalp seems to tingle all over as stroke number 13 whistles down. Oh poor, poor Elsie, she is going to get 18! I grit my teeth on her behalf, almost as if I were suffering myself. The whimpering sounds are even louder and I can hear Elsie howling and choking through her gag. But not a bit of it. He gives her the full 18 and the final strokes sound as if they are falling as hard as they did at the beginning.

When it is at last over, I hear Dad speaking again. Most likely warning Elsie it will be worse if it happens again. The gag will have been taken off and her wrists will be being released.

The floor creaks, the door opens and shuts. I hear Dad descending the stairs. He has done what he thinks is right for his step-daughter. Elsie goes on sobbing for a long, long time. I would like to go in and comfort her but dare not, since it is forbidden June 5th Elsie comes down to breakfast the next morning, moving stiffly and looking red-eyed.