"Take her away and find her a room to live in," her ordered the eunuch who stood in his bedroom attending them. "Was the Master displeased with her?" asked the eunuch. "Not really, but I don't fancy her at the moment," he replied, turning away. Whish ... THWACK! The sound of the eunuch's whip colliding firmly with the woman's buttocks surprised him and he whirled round to see the eunuch's arm descending again. Whish ... THWACK! The woman made no sound or movement as she was beaten. Whish ... THWACK! A small murmur of pain came from the victim's mouth, and Robinson found his penis rising again at the sight and sound of a naked woman being thrashed. "Why are you beating her?" he asked. "Master," the eunuch replied, as though stating the obvious, "She did not please you." Robinson nodded, and said, "Well do it somewhere else, if she deserves it." "Assuredly, Master. Six strokes may help her to understand her place." The eunuch led the woman away and Robinson was left wondering at the mores of the establishment he found himself in. A woman was being whipped, hard, for the crime of not exciting her master enough to make him come. 'That would work wonders with some women I met in England, ' he thought, 'No matriarchs ruling any roosts here.'