Put pegs on the walls with a few short whips hanging from them. Also some manacles.” The scene changes as described. “OK, now a couple of lovely l...dies in medieval clothes hanging on the walls with their arms and legs spread. Make the clothes dirty with some strategic tears that don’t quite show their breasts or groins, but lots of arm and leg. A similar lady on each of the racks and one over the barrel. Good, now add expressions of pain or fear. Leave a whip lying across the belly of the woman. It radiated with an intense fury. The whole room became bathed in a red glow.Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks and fell off his square jaw and stained his shirt.A heavy sigh lifted from his lungs and echoed off the high- ceilings of his stately chamber.It died out like an engine being turned off and he passed off into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his watery eyes.He dreamt of Melanie. She was riding that damned horse. How he hated that beast. The sight of Lightning in. Your Husband smiled a wicked smile and nodded in agreement to Phil`s wordless request. I watched from the bus stop as Phil unbuttoned his trousers and grabbed hold of his semi erect penis and pulled it out into the warm night air, he flicked it a couple of times and you turned to him and your eyes had the same strong passion. Without even looking at your Husband; I doubted you even realised he was there, your mouth pouted as your eyes remained transfixed upon that slowly growing erection inches. 

“Fine. I’ll prove it right now.” He stood from where he had sat on the stump and pointed down at it.
“Lay the Princess down. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Silence fell. Just for a moment. Then we pulled her down. 
She had wriggled and struggled before. Now, as she was carried and displayed on the big tree stump she fought. Fought harder than any Princess in any fairy tale I had ever read. 
She kicked, and jerked and twisted. We ended up all having to hold her down in a group effort.
I pulled.