Cold & Frosty

On a cold and frosty morning in the park, Ms Mukta madam, a regular visitor to see us prisoner-slaves in the stocks and who is herself well wrapped up against the winter chill, asks me how I am liking it - being exposed to the freezing cold, as well as to public humiliation? I confirm, humbly and respectfully, that I am not liking it that much, begging her forgiveness, and she laughs at me and has me lick her frost-covered, winter boots.

She also kindly offers to have me whipped by the authorities if I think that might help to warm up my back? I anxiously decline Ms Mukta's kind offer and opine that I don't deserve to be warmed up - not even by the whip - since the whole purpose of the public stocks is to expose me to the mercies not just of passers-by such as her good self, but also of the elements.

Thankfully she just chuckles, and turns to walk away from me - leaving my back still exposed to the biting cold, but mercifully unwhipped!