"Right Johnson, I'm Mr. Jones. You have been sent to us for six weeks' disciplinary training, and it starts now. So bend over the horse. Right over and get a grip on the crossbar in front." The instructor flexed his rattan cane into a semicircle, eyes on the backside filling a snug pair of shorts. "Six strokes, boy, and these are going to hurt. It's not a punishment - you've done nothing
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