Now I would gag you, but I know you don't like being gagged so you're going to have to try hard to be quiet.
Back down
Bottom in the air
Back lower"
He pushes the base of my spine down towards the wooden box.
"Good"
I panic, I fret, I cower, I shake and I'm so scared.
He hits me three times with my interjecting whimpers as I force myself in between each stroke, to regain position. I beg how many more will there be. He says..
"I think you can manage six".
I have gentle soft dots of grey where the cane has bruised my skin.
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