The Whipmaster encourages her.

As Aurélie knelt down to clean under the 7th row the Whipmaster took the opportunity to break from whipping the slaves. He admired the redhead's fit kneeling body. Her clothing was becoming ruined by the minute and he smiled at how soon she would no longer need it. With the galley slaves keeping up the pace he wanted, he trailed behind the scrubbing Aurélie.

With a flash and crack of his whip he lit up her backside. Her two round asscheeks were just too inviting a target for his lash. The blow startled the scrubbing woman and split her red pants right across the lash mark. "Clean Faster galley wench!" He said in a harsh cruel tone. "A trained bred galley **** would have already cleaned twice as many rows." He raised his whip again as a threat.

He did not whip her again as he noticed a row to his left had taken his distraction as an opportunity to slow. He slashed the whip across the chest of the closest galley **** on that row. "No slacking whores or the crew will only be using your assholes tonight."

He then returned to the stunned Aurélie and gripped her red curly hair in his hand. "That includes you Galley Wench if you don't pick up your pace!" Gripping her hair tight he dumped her face first into the bucket of filth and holding her there for a moment before finally releasing her from his grip.