As I kneel in the punishment cell after the female prison guards have administered a punishment caning to me, the Gynarchy prison nurse has stayed on - not to comfort me, or to ease my suffering in any way; quite the opposite, in fact! She explains that the substance she has just injected into me is designed to prolong my agony, by making my nerve endings even more sensitive to the pain!
She rightly points out that there would be no point in her relieving my pain (even though she does have several painkilling medicines in her medical bag) since that would negate the whole purpose of my punishment, which is to make me suffer.
My one crumb of solace is the feel of her soft, white socks rubbing against my confined forehead!
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Administering post-punishment treatment to the beaten prisoner-slave |
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She explains to me the purpose of the injection she has just administered... |
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...whilst my humble head is confined between her socked ankles! |
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And the news is not good - the injection is designed to increase and prolong my pain! |
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And rightly so, for I am undergoing punishment, after all! |
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The Gynarchy prison nurse's role is not to negate or alleviate my suffering |
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The painkillers in her medical bag were for my female beaters, lest they pulled a feminine muscle whilst wielding the prison cane on my male backside! |
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The pretty nurse-mistress clearly delights in her power over me... |
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...the power to prolong my agony |
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My one crumb of comfort is the proximity of her white, uniform socks... |
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...which occasionally rub against my forehead... |
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...like soft bandages! |