Madam is taking over now. She’s using a long, thin leather paddle. Looks like there might be rivets in it.

She’s dealing with the newer volunteers, handling them quickly.

First up is charlie—seven smacks.

duckie counts them out one after another, thanking Madam.

Now it’s submale—twenty.

Same rhythm, same precision. duckie’s voice never wavers.

hertoy is up—fourteen smacks.

Madam lands them perfectly, no wasted movement. duckie doesn’t flinch.

She isn’t breaking a sweat. He isn’t breaking his focus.

Absolute professionals.