The snippet further below is from chapter 11 in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
Note: At first I thought it may have been an accidental coincidence that the following wording seemed sexual in nature but there are too many instances here to conclude otherwise. Occult vernacular is also riddled throughout. It is commonplace in the occult to utilize sexual ideologies through practices and communications as such. One may find room within some sort of twisted reasoning to dismiss the potential sexual overtones of the following but the occult vernacular is present and undeniable regardless.
"Are you my councillor or my slave?" said the Witch. "Do as you're told. Tie the hands of the human creature behind it and keep hold of the end of the rope. And take your whip. And cut the harness of the reindeer; they'll find their own way home." The dwarf obeyed, and in a few minutes Edmund found himself being forced to walk as fast as he could with his hands tied behind him. He kept on slipping in the slush and mud and wet grass, and every time he slipped the dwarf gave him a curse and sometimes a flick with the whip. The Witch walked behind the dwarf and kept on saying, "Faster! Faster!" Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of spow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bareoaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down on to the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops.
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