Gleich würde das Telefon klingen. Und sie würde es wieder abheben, obwohl es sie anwiderte.Rrring … rrring … Mit zitternder Hand ging sie ans Te...efon und sagte: „Hier ist Josefine.“ Nichts, kein Ton. Schweigen. Vielleicht war es ja jemand, der sich verwählt hatte, dachte sie kurz. Aber dann hörte sich das Rascheln. Ein Reißverschluss, der geöffnet wurde. Ein krächzender, leicht rasselnder Atem. Kein Zweifel: ER war es. ER, mit dieser heiseren, tiefen Stimme. Bedrohlich leise sagte er: „Ich habe. I want us to be back together but I am not going to rush things just because you hurt your ankle. I want to help you but it doesn't mean I am going to ask you to come home yet."For the first time since she asked me to move out I really understood why she had done it and I knew she was right. I was starting to understand the truth. It just didn't all make sense yet.Carrie and I ate the dinner she had brought and then sat and talked like we did before the trouble started. Carrie didn't leave. Master pulled the spreader bar out from behind a chair. "You didn't think I'd forget about your legs?" he joked before undoing the hobble chain and then attached each ankle cuff to an end of the spreader bar. Master went up to the bedroom and came back with the whip and paddle and laid them on a nearby table. "I bet you are cold without any clothing...I think I should warm you up." I went to shake my head, but was cut off with a blindfold being slipped over my eyes. I now was left in a world of. She lost how many times the Prioress spanked her with the stick but then she heard Mark cry out.The Prioress ,still holding the stick with both hands,brought the stick down on Mark's bare bottom again and again.The room was filled with the sounds of the stick swishing through the air,the sound of the stick striking bare flesh and the resultant cry,every now and again the Prioress would scream at them both,"WICKED,WICKED FORNICATORS,THE DEVIL MUST BE THRASHED OUT OF YOU!"The the Prioress stopped.