I am warned that’s my last opportunity to drink if I need it. Porn Once they’ve made sure I am clean as a whistle, I am dragged to the Punishment Room without even being dried up. The pain is definitely unbearable, but that’s what punishments are for, aren’t they? The Disciplinarians would have met to decide my punishment, with a mandatory minimum sentence of 60 strokes and no upper limit. I gulp cold water down my wide-open gagged mouth. I am helped back to the hall. The Executioner leaves with The Leader. The People is now paying attention. But it doesn’t stop, on the opposite, it seems to hurt even more and more and more with throbbing flames. My ankles are shackled to a large leg spreader.
