Again, those quiet platitudes, the cool hands easing over the marked cheeks, though she wondered if it was for her benefit or perhaps ‘Pecker`s!’ ... longer wait this time, then the curt, “ready?” by now she knew what was to come now, her head nodded, she had made the move without conscious thought. The cane swished… Thwack… the now expected red hot pain hit home, she screamed, louder than ever this time, sobs followed, tears head shaking, her foot again battering the big desk once more, urine. She bore Mark’s appreciative scrutiny with flushed cheeks and an inward tremor. ‘I do not wish to be whipped,’ she assured them with flat finality. ‘Or anything else either,’ she added without being quite sure what she referred to. Having enjoyed her breasts, Mark’s eyes raised to meet her own angry stare. He was obviously puzzled. ‘Do you mean to tell us that absolute clod never briefed you on the drill?’ ‘I’m not who you think I am.’ They were full of surprises. ‘Over to the column,’ Mark. She knows.’ ‘Christ! Stop it!’ Belle giggled. I pushed my hand further up Sally’s thigh, to her crotch. Carrie was staring at me, her foot brushed against mine. It had to be hers. Ah, that was it. Contact. I felt Sally’s warmth, and spared her a look. She smiled, finishing her Malibu. ‘Last call!’ the bartender called out, as if it were a tornado warning, his voice careening through the bar, infiltrating the little corners, resounding off of the dirt and smoke caked walls. And we drank. One. So it’s my last and final order to marry your son. Or both of you will have to get punishment for not obeying our laws.Maya: I’m ready for punishment but I can’t marry my own son and please don’t give punishment to my son for this.Villagers: Say yes to marriage otherwise you may regret.Mukhiya: So everyone has heard she is ready for punishment, and punishment for not obeying this law is death. So start the procedure.Maya and his son Manoj: What???How can you give us death punishment for this?.