Whip or Water?
Three of the head-in-the-wall public footservant’s regular customers – platinum blonde Ms Sharon madam; natural blonde Ms Corrinne madam; and dark haired Ms Arabella madam – are debating amongst themselves how best to punish the slave, not because he has done anything to upset or annoy them, but just because, as a humble head-in-the-wall, he is completely at their sweet feminine mercy, and in their female power.
Ms Corrinne madam – the naturally most cruel of the three wise women – wants to whip him across the face with the nearby public-use whip. She says she loves whipping slaves, and would soon redden his face cheeks. Ms Sharon madam, however, has noticed a bucket of dirty, oily water nearby, and suggests it would be better just to humiliate the slave by pouring the dirty water all over him. Ms Corrine madam, however, counters with the argument that the public footslave’s whole life is one big long humiliation, as he must kiss and lick people’s dirty feet all day and every day, and that it would be much better, and more fun, to actually cause him physical pain for a change!
In the end, the three local ladies agree on a clever compromise solution put forward by Ms Arabella madam – which is that they should do both i.e. first whip him across the face with the public-use crop, and then shower his sore and stinging face with the dirty rainwater from the rusty bucket. She says they could then leave the emptied, upturned bucket on top of his head – as a humble ‘helmet’ to match his demeaning, toilet-seat ‘necklace’.
And so it is done. Ms Corrine madam first unhooks the public-use whip from the wall and whips the slave across the face with it, since she had been the one keenest to cause him physical pain. Ms Sharon madam then empties the contents of the bucket of oily water over his humble, whipped head. And then finally, because the slave’s combined punishment and humiliation had been her brilliant idea, Ms Arabella madam, who happens to be the only one wearing visible socks (though her friend Ms Corrinne madam must surely be wearing a pair of thick, warming bootsocks inside those heavy kneeboots) is given the honour of having her feet kissed by the humble head, before the trio of tormentresses walk off looking suitably pleased and smug with themselves.
Yes, a happy time has been had by all – all, that is, apart from the humble head, who must now observe the backs of the ladies' heels walking away from him as he is obliged to wear a humiliating, rusty helmet whilst wallowing in dirt.
