I was enjoying sitting in the corner. Certainly there was nothing to do, and I felt a weird mixture of fear, loathing and curiosity for my new companion, but I'd already survived a couple of ghastly punishments perfectly well, and to be honest, I felt rather proud of myself... Re-examining the experiences was rather pleasant, especially when I considered how brave I'd been, really....
But, in the new, ironic pattern of my day, just as I was feeling pretty ok, it all went down hill again, and fast. He was back, announcing it was time for my third demerit (this was awful, I couldn't remember how many there were going to be...).
However, once I was in the stocks again (and hoping, hoping I wasn't in for another bastinado) I was baffled by him holding up what looked like a fly swatter! I was pretty sure, new to this though I was, that being spanked with something that lightweight would be NO problem. How was I to know that his cruelty and imagination would run to electrical torture?
But perhaps worse than the actual pain, which was hideous - like hundreds of needles vibrating in my skin, was waiting for shock. I wished I could deny him the satisfaction of seeing me scared, but my nerves were too jangled, I whimpered and jolted in my restraints...
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