'You will hold your position and you will not scream as I whip you. 'Normally I'd tie you in place and gag you Shawn, but not tonight,' began Master. Hands on your head and your feet spread,' said Master talking the whip from Shawn's hands. He kept his eyes downcast, looking only at his Master's boots. Kneeling on one knee he presented the whip to his master. 'Yes master,' replied Shawn retrieving a heavy leather whip of the wall. 'Fetch me the whip boy,' said Master sternly 'your body is looking a bit to clear for my liking.' He was tired with Shawn's insolence and was ready to teach the young man his rightful place again. He had been disciplined before, but Master had was incredibly angry. It was here that he had been trained by his master, worshipped his master and been used countless times. Master led Shawn to the basement, a very familiar place to Shawn.
