“Supple, biting, the three branches like three snakes entwined themselves with the plump flesh, which quivered. The loins of the castigated hollowed out, the head threw back, the convulsed features of the face expressed a nameless suffering and from the throbbing throat welled cries of distress and mad pain. Ruthless, as she had said, Mrs. Sharp, with furrowed brows, tight lips, bent over Colette, whipped her unhurriedly, forcefully, aiming and reaching for the plump tops of her rump.” – Excerpt from Les Malheurs de Colette