Thinking of His slave’s best, the Owner cut the bransches in His own garden, pruned them, and bound them together. He tried it out early on the slave with a mild whipping. Then He hung them in a dry place for two months, awaiting them to assume a dry, thorny, and harsh character. Now she needed to be put in place, and it was time to rip her tender and lovely (yet so resilient) skin on her ass into shreds. One Thousand lashes of varying strength and position was what she had to endure. “Terribly hard….and lovely” the little slave said afterwards….with fear and anticipation in her voice. The whip is intact, proved its worth and is ready for use again.