Other than that, anything is much better than The Punishment. Beeg By stroke twenty, the skin is broken and I can feel the warm blood running down my clinching thighs. Much later, I finally have the restraints removed. Then I am harshly driven into a bathroom dragging my shackled feet, ordered to sit on the toilet facing the wall, use it and left there while everybody else arrives. Now The People are already taking their seats. The wide-open-mouth gag is kept to prevent me from biting my tongue. I can barely walk, but they take me there and order me to get dressed and leave. I am held besides The Whipping Bench while The Nurse gives me a med check.
