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whip fell in a sharp lash a fourth
instance, then a fifth.
    "One more. Do not move." His voice was calm
and controlled, absent of any anger of malice.
    Jane's scream echoed through the chamber as the small
whip was expertly yielded and slashed against the moist tissue lining the
inside of her cheeks. She cried, still clutching her buttocks while holding her
knees close to her body.
    "That was not pleasurable, was it?" Rama
asked. "This will be just as unpleasant, but I am certain it will teach
you to obey."
    A loud moan escaped her throat as she felt the long,
thick root being urged into her sizzling hot anus. The juice, as it touched the
inflamed tissue, sent a burning fire through the most sensitive part of her
body. She screamed again, trying to cover her bottom with her hands.
    "You released your hold." Rama said sadly.
He shouted towards the door, and ordered the two guards to assist.
    "No! I'm sorry, Uncle Rama. I'm sorry!" Jane
begged, as the two large men positioned themselves at her sides. They held her
wrists to the table over her head and drew her knees to her chest, holding them
steady as Rama worked the rest of the root deep into her tortured bottom.
    He then picked up a thick breadboard with a long
handle and placed it upon the protruding edge of her backside. The paddle flew
sharply against her sit-spots, seating the root even deeper within. Jane
involuntarily squeezed her cheeks together to relieve herself of the sting,
only to discover that the action, indeed, compressed the ginger and released
more of the fresh, caustic juice.
    "It burns! My God! It burns!" she cried out,
squirming uselessly to relieve the agony.
    Rama laid the heavy wood across her bottom three more
times, jarring the root in her bottom every time he left a dark, red splotch
upon her pale skin.
    "How many times did I tell you not to leave the
palace grounds?" he asked calmly, flinging the paddle against her jiggling
backside a fifth time. The close proximity of the wood to her pussy frightened
her as much as the harshly delivered strokes in this particular position
brought her pain.
    "Three! Three times, Uncle Rama," Jane wept,
unable to break free from the grips of the silent guards.
    "Three times. Eons ago, disobedience to the Raja
was punishable by death. Now, at least for you, it merely results in a terribly
sore backside." He paused to survey the condition of her flesh. "Five
more strokes, Jane. They will be severe and leave you tender for several days,
but better for me to leave you tender than for you to risk life and limb."
    Jane's head swam with the indescribable pain as it lit
across her lower half. The paddle tasted the backs of her upper thighs and
kissed lightly upon the base of her pussy as it smashed against her stretched,
exposed bottom. The only thing louder than the sounds of wood meeting flesh were
Jane's cries of pain.
    When he had completed the paddling, Rama gently placed
the breadboard on the table, next to the sobbing girl. "Release her. You
are dismissed," he said softly to the guards. "To the corner,
Jane."
    He helped her off the table and smoothed down her
dress as she fought to stand on wobbly legs. When he pushed her gently towards
the corner, she obeyed, barely able to catch her breath as she stumbled to her
destination. She clutched her aching bottom, unable to ease the excruciating
burn from either her outer, or inner, flesh.
    "Stay there until I return," Rama said
gently, kissing the top of her head. "You may remove the ginger
after I am gone. And Jane?"
    "Yes,
Uncle Rama?" she sniffed, still trying to catch her breath.
    "You are
grounded for two days. I will have meals brought to you, but you are not to set
one foot outside that door. Understand?"
    "Yes,
sir." At that moment, Jane swore to never disobey the Raja again.
     

Chapter Three
     
    "Janie?"
    "I thought you left for the cottage," Jane
sniffled, not turning her face from the corner.
    "I couldn't leave knowing that Rama would be
punishing you. Why