“Bet these will sting a little on the bottoms of your feet, especially now that they’re so sunburned,” he repeated as his arm made a big roundhouse swing. The hoses slammed into the arch of my right foot.”
“M – m – m – m – m….”
“Oh come on. That ain’t nothin’ compared to what you’ll be getting in just a little while. I’d save my breath ‘cause it could be a long afternoon. After I get you warmed up a bit, then you can do all the screaming and hollering you want. It won’t do you any good though.”
The whip hissed through the air and made similar contact with my left foot. I screamed against the gag and tried to pull my feet away, but the stocks held me fast. There was no escape. I couldn’t believe how painful the whipping was, and it was only the beginning. Each lash brought about a new me
