This slave talks excessively, lauding my beauty but overindulging in gossip. Seizing the whip, I strike him in the groin at his initial words. Commanding him to remove my shoes, I introduce him to my feet, which will chastise him in unison with my whip. I stomp on him, crushing him, and lash him simultaneously. I will concentrate much on his manhood, telling him that this object is of no use to him except for entertaining me by striking him. When he begins to shield himself from my blows, I cease. “This is not over, slave,” and I depart, without even bestowing a kiss (my spittle) upon him.