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bowed,
nodded, and scurried away. Rama said nothing until the man returned, carrying
with him a small bowl.
    "We will remain here in the sitting chambers, as
it is not appropriate for you to go into my bedroom. There are guards at the
door to prevent anyone from entering uninvited," Rama said, removing a
long, thick item from the bowl with a towel. He held it up to the light, eyeing
it carefully.
    "What is that?"
    "Freshly peeled ginger root. I was checking to
see if the juice had started to seep from the stalk. This will be inserted into
your bottom, and stay in place during your punishment."
    "Please, reconsider," Jane begged, her
knowledge all too great about the application of the root. It was a common
method of punishment back in England—one she had heard of, but had
fortunately not experienced.
    "The juice of the root causes an uncomfortable
burning sensation whenever the victim clenches her bottom during punishment. A
clenched bottom does not receive a spanking properly, and is also a sign of
resistance. I insist on a relaxed, submissive target."
    "I understand the need to spank me, but figging?
That is barbaric. Philip would never do that," Jane said nervously, as she
slowly backed away.
    "You will do as I say, little one." His
voice was calm and decisive. She recalled Philip once telling her that there
was no arguing with the Raj; that his word, literally, was law, and the
consequences for disobedience severe. She had, of course, applied that
statement to political agendas—not personal ones!
    Rama cleared the large table of vases and patted its
surface. "Remove your drawers and place yourself upon your back, with your
knees held to your chest. Make certain that your bottom is hanging over the
edge."
    "Uncle Rama! That is positively indecent!"
    "I do not repeat myself."
    "Modesty dictates—"
    "I could have you strip naked. Would you prefer
that?"
    Jane flushed and reached under her loose cotton dress
to untie the drawers. They slid silently to the floor, and she took a moment to
stare at the puddle of material before looking back up into Rama's dark,
serious eyes. She trembled, climbing onto the table as instructed and lying
down in the middle upon her back.
    "Bring your bottom closer to me, until you feel
the edge of the table touch the backs of your thighs. Now, lift your knees to
your chest and hold them still."
    She bit back her tears as she slowly obeyed.
Humiliation washed over her like a tidal wave. How had she managed to get
herself into such a mess?
    "Move the material from your bottom and legs,
Jane. I wish to have a full view of what I am going to be paddling."
    The thudding of her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
"Paddling?"
    "Yes, dear. It is not right for me to be laying a
bare hand upon your exposed flesh. Pull your cheeks wide apart. I do not wish
to force this ginger to enter your bottom."
    Jane whimpered, reaching down and wrapping her fingers
around the edges of her buttocks. Her entire body quivered as she parted her
mounds and exposed her tiny, pink rosebud to the Raja's watchful eyes. The
sound of something snapping made her jump.
    "Before I insert the ginger, I am going to
introduce you to a particular punishment that even my Lynette does not care
for. If you move, I will have you tied in this position. Understand?"
    "Yes, sir, Uncle Rama," she said in a tiny
voice. She felt something trace along the crack of her bottom, followed by its
removal. Another snap was heard, followed by a horrible biting pain to her
delicate hole, which made her scream out.
    "Ow! Oh, dear Lord!"
    "Six, Jane. I do not cane my girls, but I will
whip their bum holes. This will ensure that the ginger does its work both on,
and inside, you. Do not release your hold."
    She cried out again, clenching her muscles as the
small whip flicked between her mounds a second time. Tears were dripping down
her cheeks by the third stroke, as the burn spread terribly through the soft,
delicate flesh. She choked back a sob as the