The Punishment Room is large, maybe a huge basement, to provide space for freely swinging The Implement and for The People who are already there. The Leader just says:
“Two.”
And so they go on, at a constant pace, without paying the slightest attention to my reactions. XXNX The People starts leaving for another rooms. Justice has been served. The Executioner leaves with The Leader. The slightest doubt or resistance are immediately treated with brutal blows to the face and lashes of a belt. This is a real punishment, not kinky play. I can’t mind. Whap!—whap!—whap!—whap!—whap!—
It ends as suddenly as it started. 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. The Nurse comes from time to time to check I am OK, meaning I am not dying of anything. It’s kind of like rape, but I don’t mind. I am also told I am going to have permanent scarring.
