Mr.Jones – a retro view – 27

A high punishment stool, with a low bar to grip, legs apart, bottom high, discarded knickers in a crumpled heap on the floor.

…in my hand I have a flexible, red leather tawse. Let the punishment begin.

“Do not let go at any point during the twelve you are to receive, understood?”

‘yes Sir.’ Comes a meek trembling reply.

Mr.Jones.

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