1:26am
The wooden rod is back. This time, it’s for piggie.
Madam explains what’s happening—piggie couldn’t take his full punishment from his owner. He safeworded out.
So now, duckie is taking what’s left.
And Madam has one goal—see if duckie taps out too.
The first woosh of the rod is loud.
Then—smack.
duckie calls it out.
“One for piggie, thank you, Madam.”
Another. And another.
His voice is tight now, the strain creeping in, but he keeps counting.
Ten in. His shoulders are tense.
Twenty. His breathing is heavier, but he’s still holding on.
Thirty.
Not too sore yet, Mizz Geena.
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