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class?"
the abominable woman announced.   She
brought the implement to Patricia's mouth and commanded, “ Kiss the instrument of
your correction, girl! ”
    Patricia's
huge eyes were filled with unshed tears as she did as she was told, and she
slumped in defeat as hopelessness descended upon her.   The Attendant stood behind her as the
cane was laid against her bottom, foreshadowing what was to come.   The woman's short, slender arm was
pulled back as she ordered, “ Count
the strokes, girls! ”
    As
the practiced chorus of “ One! ” was shouted, the cane
slashed with sadistic ease across the bare skin.   Patricia shuddered in silent endurance
as her body ceased to function on it's own accord.
    Attendant
Patience growled, clearly annoyed that the stroke had not produced a cry of
resistance.   When the room shouted “ Two! ” she sent the cane slicing
across the girl's lower thighs.   Still no reaction.   Four more
counts were called and four more lashes striped the girl, who continued to
numbly accept her defeat.   Angrily,
the attendant tossed the cane aside.
    "It
is time we try something different, since this slut seems to be enjoying her
treatment.   Hand me the
Singapore!"
    Long,
thick and stubbed with knots, this instrument could be devastating in
experienced hands, and Attendant Patience's were certainly that.   She relentlessly delivered four flawless
strokes, each becoming more violent and damaging.
    "Stop
that at once!" a man shouted, his deep voice overpowering the sound of the
shouted counts and equipment.   "I said to stop it immediately!"
    Dr.
Wells stormed in and snatched the instrument from Attendant Patience's hands
and snapped it into three pieces before throwing it to the floor.   His look was murderous, causing everyone
to hold their breath as he glared at the group.
    "Release
that child!   Don't even think of
arguing with me or you will be trussed up in her stead."
    "She
is being disciplined for laziness!   You cannot ..."
    "She
fainted, Dr. Wells," Molly whispered.   "It wasn't her fault.   She is hypoglycemic and hasn't eaten or drunk anything since ..."
    "You
shut up.   You will be next, and ..."
the attendant hissed.
    "I
was just following up on our new students and I come in and see this!   I swear to God that if you touch any more
of these girls without good cause, you will feel how effective I am with
the cane."   Dr. Wells voice
took on a low, menacing growl.   "Now, unshackle her."
    Attendant
Patience swallowed nervously as she obeyed, uncuffing Patricia from the horse.
    The
doctor gathered the limp body in his arms and gently shook her.   "Patricia?   Wake up.   I'm taking you to the infirmary.   As for you," he snarled at the
attendant, "I will be watching your every move.   I will return and intend to take careful
notes on the physical condition of these young women.   I am warning you," his expression
was deadly, "if I discover you are beating them or issuing punishment
without justifiable reasons, you will answer to me. After that, the State will
be notified. Do I have to remind you that the law dictates that anyone
committing deliberate acts of violence will be sentenced to the penitentiary
without a trial?"
    With
that final threat hanging in the still air, he departed with the unconscious
girl cradled in his arms.   The
deafening silence in the room was frightening, especially for Molly.   She had made an enemy.
    "Divide
that chit's work up among you and be certain to have it completed.   As for you," Attendant Patience
hissed at Molly, "watch your back.   This rebellion will not go unpunished.   Like my name states ... I am very
patient.   Your time will come, and
he will not be here to save you."
    Everyone
quickly returned to their own duties and immersed themselves in the grueling
labor.   Within the hour, the new
girls witnessed the purpose of the straight-backed chairs set in the four
corners of the room.   The attendants
sat comfortably in them