Again, Claudia was startled by how quick the man - Naba, as he had called himself - was able to move. Faster than she had thought possible, he once again had hold of her arm. Her face was forced into the disgusting dirt and she quickly jerked her head sideways in order to escape that. Panic escalated as she felt leather encircle her small, delicate wrists, one and then the other. They were then attached to each other, rendering her helpless once more. Through all of this, Claudia had struggled as much as she could, though the attempts did little use. She had been successfully trapped.

She gasped in pain when he suddenly grabbed her hair and used it to force her forwards. Doing whatever she could do avoid the pain, she scrambled along after him, her sex exposed as she balanced herself on her knees. This method of moving was new to Claudia, and it hurt her knees quite a bit. She made more noises of discomfort but didn't dare complain. Then, again, her face was forced forward and her upper body rested against the ground. She tried to get up, but without the use of her hands, the feat was impossible. Realizing this, Claudia slumped against the ground, spent.

She barely comprehended his words before the switch hit her. She let out a startled yelp and winced as she felt the burning pain begin. A similar sound escaped her lips as the switch fell the second time. It was even worse. Claudia unconsciously began begging for him to stop. Never, ever in her life had she felt so much pain. The slaps of before were nothing compared to this. The switch hit a third time, and then a fourth. Claudia writhed and twisted, trying to escape her predicament, but to no avail. By the fifth stroke, her pleas had begun to intermix with a quiet but obviously distressed sobbing.