A young woman torments a slave at the whipping post by
blowing her cigarette smoke directly into his face just as he is about to be
whipped by his master-sir, her manly boyfriend.
Meanwhile another man, a voyeur, shouts mockingly and excitedly at the hapless
slave, from behind the safety of a fence:
‘Haha, you’re gonna be whipped, slave! WHIPPED! Haha, how
d’ya like them apples, boy? The WHIP is a-comin’ your way! The WHIP, I say! The
WHIP!... Your master’s WHIP!’
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Smoke, mocking and laughter |
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Everyone is looking forward to witnessing the slave's impending WHIPPING! |
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All the slave can see, through his smoke-sore eyes, are the feet of his mistress... |
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...in their brown leather ballet flats... |
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...the loafer and sock of the shouty, mocking master-sir from behind the fence |
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‘Haha, the WHIP, slave!...The WHIP!... You’re goin’ to be
WHIPPED!... Haha!’ |
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The slave's master-sir savours his power... |
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...a power afforded to him by the WHIP... |
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...and his BOOTS! |
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Haha, how helpless the slave is - at the mercy of his betters... |
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...bracing himself for the searing STING of the WHIP... |
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...a WHIP that may well be applied to the backs of his legs as well as his shoulderblades! |
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It all depends on his master's boots... |
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...and the stranger's socks... |
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...and the mistress's ballet-flats! |
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This slave would do well to kiss-respect each and every one of them, after his WHIPPING is completed! |