Her throat was burning as much as her sore flesh.
“Faster, Beauty, faster, and lift your legs higher,” Lady Juliana sang out over the wind. “Ah, yes, better, my darling.” And there came another shock of pain, and another. The paddle found her thighs with a hard uplifting slap, and then seemed to scoop up her buttocks.
Beauty gave an open-mouthed cry because she could not stop it, and soon she heard her own wordless pleas as clearly as the horse’s hooves pounding the cinders.
Her throat constricted, even the soles of her feet burned, but nothing hurt as much as the quick, strong paddling.
Lady Juliana seemed possessed of some evil genius, catching Beauty from one angle and then another, lifting her up again with the blows, smacking her hard and then three of four times in rapid succession.
The path had made another turn, and far ahead Beauty saw the walls of the castle. They were returning now. They would soon reach the Queen’s canopied pavilion.
The first present my guy of 2 years ever gave me was the “Beauty” trilogy. It resonated then, as it does today. Look it up, you may find something that makes you blush :P Ash Out.
For the “non artseh” version check Sasybum’s blog here.
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