The Public Spectacle
In the Islamic-Gynarchy of Futurosa they like to make a public spectacle out of maleslave punishment. Today I shall be one such unfortunate spectacle. It is a baking hot day and I am confined, bare-backed, in the kneeling stocks awaiting my sentence of 7 harsh strokes of the cane to be carried out in the central square next to the main mosque. I have been kneeling here in the stocks for some three hours now – and shall have to wait a bit longer yet, for the Futurosan Gynarchy authorities like a criminal-maleslave’s back to be well raw and sunburnt before they apply the additional pain of the female rattan-cane to a punishee’s back. My soon-to-be punisher – 25 year old officer-mistress Kareema of the Islamic Female Police, who is of Pakistani origins – is gleefully standing guard over me, making sure to stand on my left hand side so as not to provide my already blistering back with any shade from the harsh rays of the midday sun. Out of the corner of my eye I can just see the dusty and