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"Contestant six," said the Emir, "Come to the whipping dais."
Fatima came forward and, as she had been instructed, removed her abaya and her finery.
"Which whip have you chosen?" asked the Emir.
She spoke up in a clear and confident voice, "If it pleases the Master, the eunuch's whip."
Again there was a groan of disappointment from some of the audience.
"Six strokes of the dog whip for a maximum of six points," intoned the Golden Palace Chief Eunuch, handing the instrument to the selected eunuch.
Fatima draped herself over the whipping bench and all waited until she was settled.
Whish ... THWACK.
She made no sound and no visible movement as the whip fell on her plump buttocks. After the stroke she spoke up clearly and calmly, "One."
It was obvious that she had been well schooled to the light dog whip and her sponsor had elected to lose four points for her choice of whip rather than risk complete failure on one of the two much harsher punishments.
Whish ... THWACK.
Still no movement and a calm, "Two"
Whish ... THWACK.
"Three."
Whish ... THWACK.
"Four."
Whish ... THWACK. Whish ... THWACK.
The last two stripes were again delivered in quick succession and this slightly surprised Fatima, but she recovered quickly to say, "Five and Six, Master. Thank you Master."
Clearly her sponsor had chosen well, but the Emir thought privately that the four points would be a big handicap. Time would tell, however.
"Contestant seven," said the Emir, "Come to the whipping dais."
Lama came forward and, as she had been instructed, removed her abaya and her finery.
"Which whip have you chosen?" asked the Emir.
Lama had a high soprano voice and the Emir wondered if they shouldn't have included singing in the competition, "If it pleases the Master, the bastinado."
"Two strokes of the birch in the bastinado manner for a maximum of ten points," intoned the Golden Palace Chief Eunuch, handing the instrument to the selected eunuch.
Lama was strapped into the bastinado frame and squirmed a little until she was comfortable. Her breasts spread a little, confirming the Emir's belief that she had run just a little to fat.
CRACK!
The cane was whipped down smartly on the balls of her feet for the first stroke and although there were tears running down her cheeks, she managed to say an even "One, thank you, Master."
CRACK!
The second stroke was delivered almost without back-lift, though nobody doubted its efficacy as she a high soprano scream rang out involuntarily for a moment, before she managed to cut it off. The Emir was ready to deduct two points for that, until she recovered one by saying, "Two. Thank you Master, for punishing me. May I kiss the cane?"
The Emir nodded his approval and she kissed the proffered cane before rising, somewhat uncertainly to her feet. On balance nine out of ten seemed fair.
"Contestant eight," said the Emir, "Come to the whipping dais."
Fadila came forward and, as she had been instructed, removed her abaya and her ballet tutu.
"Which whip have you chosen?" asked the Emir.
She spoke up in a clear and confident voice, "If it pleases the Master, the eunuch's whip."
Even the Chief Eunuch could not keep the disappointment from his voice as he intoned, "Six strokes of the dog whip for a maximum of six points."
Fadila draped herself over the whipping bench and all waited until she was settled.
Whish ... THWACK.
There was no reaction and no count from Fadila. The eunuch performing the whipping waited to see if she would count, but continued when the Emir nodded.
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