Overnight in the Punishment Cell


























In the cold harshness of the punishment cell, one of the guard-mistresses has kindly left the prisoner-slave a pair of her sweaty, used, uniform boots and socks to sniff overnight. And sniff them he must – for he shall be punished again in the morning if all the sweat and stink has not been dissipated up his nose by the time she’s back on duty!

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