Beth rolled her shoulders and contemplated the pattern of stinging whip marks she had left on a subs back. The strips would be faded by morning. However, the sting of Beth���s punishment would linger for much longer. She set her whip aside and walked over to the front of the St Andrew���s Cross for a closer inspection of her sub. The woman���s eyes were half closed. Tears marked her face. And her mouth was slightly slack. All indications she had reached sub space under Beth���s tutored hand.