This slave kneels before Mistress Anfisa and I and looks at us full of expectation. He is a little nervous and sweats with excitement, because he knows that it can become extremely dangerous for him in our presence… and just like that the first hand flies right into his face! It happened so fast that he could not expect it. In between the mean little psycho games, he receives heavy slaps and punches with the paddle on his bright red cheeks. He tries to concentrate on what he is about to hear and at the same time anticipate which of our hands will hit him in the face next. He trembles and in his eyes we read quite clearly: Lady Nora, Mistress Anfisa or Lady Nora?
