A member of the public, a complete stranger, gleefully informs
me that she is about to give me 20 strokes of the cane across the backs of my
bare thighs whilst I languish in the public pillory. She is, of course, perfectly
within her rights to cane me, as I am just a slave. Indeed, the Gynarchy
authorities positively encourage such behaviour!
All I can do is stare humbly at her sneakers and socks, and
rue the fact that I am in no position to bow down and kiss them!
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Announcing my impromptu punishment of 20 strokes of the CANE... |
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...under the approving eyes of a representative of the authorities - a gloating Gynarchy magistrate master-sir! |
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He approves, because I am just a slave. And in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, slaves must be constantly beaten! |
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For my humble, enslaved part, I stare at the mistress's SNEAKERS and SOCKS from the confines of my wooden window... |
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...and rue the fact that I can't throw myself down at their mercy and kiss them! |
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BOTH of them! |
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However, realistically, no amount of grovelling or begging is going to spare me from the CANE! |
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The CANE, I say!... The CANE! |
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Meanwhile, I can hear the Gynarchy magistrate master-sir chuckling to himself behind me. He loves this! |
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The authorities positively encourage the beating of slaves in the pillory by members of the public! |
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See how the mistress lovingly cradles her whippy CANE |
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Oh mercy, SNEAKERS! Oh mercy, SOCKS! Pray have mercy on a poor prisoner-slave in the pillory, madams! |