“Damnation!” Lauren exclaimed.

“What? What’s the matter?” her mother, Katie, asked as they drove towards the shopping centre in Lauren’s car.

“I think I just went past a speed camera. I’m sure I saw it flash.”

“How fast were you going?” Katie asked, leaning across to check the speedometer in front of Lauren. “It says twenty-nine now.”

“Yes, but I’ve slowed down. I think I was doing about thirty-eight when it flashed.”

“That’s your third speeding offence in a year, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s getting expensive. I got a seventy-five pound fine for the first one, and a one hundred and fifty pound fine for the second. If I’m right, and that was a speed camera I’m going to get a summons this time. Damnation!”

“You might have been mistaken.”

“I might, but I’m not counting on it.”

“New rules have come into force now, haven’t they? Instead of an automatic fine, now a magistrate decides on your penalty, and they have other ways to deal with offences than fines. All sorts of things.”

****

Eight days later, twenty-three year old Lauren called at her mother’s house carrying a brown envelope. Katie made them both coffee as they stood together in the kitchen.

“You’re looking worried, Lauren,” Katie remarked as the kettle boiled. “What’s up?”

“This envelope arrived in the post.” Lauren waved the brown envelope to emphasise the point.

“And?”

“And it’s what they call the adjudication following my third speeding offence in the year.”

“So, you didn’t have to appear in court?”

“The paperwork says somewhere that I could appeal the sentence and appear in court in person, but warns I may face a tougher sentence if I don’t have a good enough reason for appealing.”

“Let’s go through to the lounge,” Katie suggested once the coffee was made. “I’ll carry the cups.”

Sitting together on the sofa, Katie asked, “So, how much is the fine this time? I can help you pay it, if you need help.”

“That’s just it, they say that because I still broke the speed limit after being fined twice, they feel other measures are required.”

“Other measures?”

“That’s the term they used.”

“So, what are these other measures?”

As they sipped their hot coffee, Katie noticed Lauren was becoming tearful.

Swallowing back the tears, Lauren said, “There’s something they call ‘Day Detention’. In my case, they say I have to present myself at some Justice Department offices somewhere on the industrial estate every day for five days starting next Monday. I have to be there at 10.00 am and they keep me there until 6.00 pm.”

“So, you’d have to miss a week’s work, although I suppose you could schedule some appointments for the evenings. It does mean you’d be able to have breakfast and your evening meal at home. Presumably, you’d be given lunch. And you’d be able to sleep in your own bed. Any idea how you’d spend your days in these Justice Department offices?”

“The booklet they sent me says I’d be searched when I arrived, and could only take, like, books or magazines in with me. No food or drink. No smartphone or computer.”

“That sounds extremely tedious. Presumably, there’s some kind of supervision so you don’t sneak out or something?”

“I guess, but the booklet says I would be locked in a cell, so sneaking out doesn’t seem possible.”

“Locked in a cell? That’s like being in prison.”

“I think it’s supposed to be like prison, only it’s not full-time prison.”

“I suppose it’s only for five days. It could have been a lot worse. Are there no other alternatives?”

“Well, yes. There’s what they call Corporal Justice.”

“What does that mean?”

“Twenty whacks with what they call a paddle.”

“Whacks? Like, they hit you? Where? And what’s this paddle thing? Do they tell you?”

“Yes, there’s a description somewhere. Here it is. Apparently, it’s made of a rubber composite, whatever that is, and has a blade eighteen inches long by three inches wide, and has a handle. Basically, they’d pull my trousers or skirt down, bend me over and whack my backside.”

“Yes, I remember reading about that. It’s just a new term for corporal punishment, which they can award in suitable cases.” Katie laughed. “They obviously think you need a good spanking!”

“Mum! It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, darling. It’s just the thought of you bending over and getting smacked like a naughty child. More coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

Katie was alone in the kitchen while she made more coffee, and it gave her time to think. A few minutes later, she returned to the lounge with the coffee and sat down next to her daughter.

“Okay, that’s two options. Any more? No fine you could pay?”

“No, no fine, and no other options. Mum, what am I going to do?”

“I’m not sure. You’ve obviously had time to think about it. And you said, they might increase your sentence if you appeal without a good reason?”

“I don’t have a good reason, do I? I broke the speed limit, so that’s my own fault. I certainly don’t want to risk making things worse for myself.”

“You know Derek across the road, don’t you? He works for the Justice Department; I’ve seen him in his uniform. Why don’t you pop across and have a word with him? He’ll know much more about it and what options you have. His car is parked outside, so he must be home. Perhaps it’s his day off. Take all this paperwork with you.”

****

Derek Johnstone was a fifty-year-old divorced man living on his own in the bungalow opposite Katie. He’d already moved into this quiet neighbourhood before Lauren was born and so he knew her quite well, having seen her growing up. They spoke briefly whenever their paths crossed.

Lauren crossed over the road and knocked on Derek’s front door. He opened it, saw Lauren standing there, and immediately invited her in.

“You’re looking worried, Lauren. Is anything the matter?”

“I’ve been sent this,” she replied, handing Derek the envelope.

“Please sit down, Lauren.” He took her into his lounge and offered her one of two armchairs either side of the fireplace. “This kind of envelope looks familiar.”

p>Derek carefully took the contents out of the envelope and studied them carefully.

“Your third speeding offence in the space of twelve months, Lauren. That’s a bit naughty.”

Lauren blushed. “I’m afraid so.”

“And the adjudicators don’t think a third fine would have any more effect on you than the previous two?

“Correct.” Lauren shuffled in her seat.

“So, they’ve given you a choice between, let’s see, five days of Day Detention or twenty strokes of Corporal Justice. That all sounds fairly typical, especially for a fit young person such as yourself.”

“Is it common to give people a choice like this?”

“Oh yes. Day Detention wouldn’t be convenient for everyone, single parents for example. And it is a kind of part-time prison sentence where people are locked up while they serve their time in the Justice Department centre. Not everyone likes the idea of being locked up.”

“Then, they’ve offered me an alternative of this Corporal Justice. They say I’d get twenty whacks with something they call a paddle. How does that work?”

“Well, the paddle is made of a rubber composite, actually I think they make them from old car tyres. It’s quite light-weight and there’s just a little give in it. It’s twenty inches long in total, including six inches of handle and four inches wide. It’s a government approved standard-issue thing, so they’re all the same.”

“The booklet they sent me says I would be hit across my bum over my underwear. Is that really correct?”

“Yes, essentially. It’s basically corporal punishment with a fancy new title. You’d keep your underwear on, because the officer wielding the paddle won’t necessary be the same sex as you, although there would always be an assistant of the same sex in the room.”

“Who actually does it?”

“Several of us Justice Department officers have been trained and authorised to use it.”

“You mean, you use it?”

“Yes, amongst a number of my colleagues.”

“Getting hit across my bum with this paddle thing sounds extremely painful.”

“It is certainly painful, but that’s the purpose of the punishment. Are you seriously considering it as an option?”

Lauren took a deep breath. “I really don’t know what to do. I was hoping I’d just be able to pay another fine, but that doesn’t seem to be an option.”

“No, it isn’t. The adjudicators have seen that fining you doesn’t make you obey the speed limits. That’s why you now only have a choice of two things, neither of which are particularly pleasant.”

“No other options?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“If I took the five days of Day Detention, how would that look?”

“You’d turn up at the Justice Department building shortly before ten o’clock. You’d be taken into a small room and searched. Any items you’re not allowed to keep with you would be locked away securely, and returned to you when you’re due to leave at the end of your detention period. Then you’d be taken into the basement of the building and locked in a cell. Each cell has a bed you can lie on, and a small table and chair you can sit at. There’s a toilet of course and, well, that’s about it. You can read and write, but not use any electronic items, so no smartphones, no computers, etc.”

“I’d be on my own?”

“Yes, apart from an officer bringing you lunch on a tray, and maybe looking in on you every couple of hours.”

“It sounds rather grim.”

“Yes, there’s no luxuries, but that’s the punishment. It’s basically prison with the advantage you can sleep in your own bed, and have breakfast and an evening meal all in the comfort of your own home.”

“Then, if I were to choose the other option; twenty strokes with this paddle thing. How would that work?”

“You’d make an appointment for it to be carried out, then you’d go along to the Justice Department building and hand yourself in for the punishment to be carried out. Again, you’d be taken into a small room and searched. Your personal items are also locked away securely. You’d then be escorted to the basement where we have a couple of rooms fitted out with everything that’s needed to carry out your punishment. Then another officer would come into the room and you’d be dealt with.”

“Dealt with? Like how, exactly?”

“We’d pull your trousers down, bend you over and whack your bottom twenty times. It’s really very simple.”

“Can I see one of these paddle thingies?”

“I don’t actually keep one at home, you understand, but I’ve got a couple of photos on my smartphone. I’ll go fetch it.”

When he returned, Derek was able to show Lauren two photos of the dark drab-looking implement. Lauren studied the photos and nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay, thank you Derek.”

“So Lauren, has any of this helped you at all?”

“I think I understand both options better now, but choosing which to go for still isn’t easy. Which do you think I should take?”

“It’s not for me to steer you in one direction or the other, Lauren. Do you feel yourself leaning towards one option or the other?”

“Not really. I mean, the Day Detention would be awkward. I’d have to tell my boss why I was going to be away next week. I suppose I could make up a bit of a story, but then it would be difficult to explain how I was at home at night, but not able to come into work.”

“Yes, I see that.”

“This, what do you call it, Corporal Justice means I would lose perhaps half a day’s work, which would be no trouble at all. So, that appeals, but I’m just not sure about getting my bum whacked twenty times. It would leave me feeling very sore, wouldn’t it? Would I be able to drive and go to work afterwards?”

“The whole process would take less than an hour. You would feel sore afterwards, and sitting down would be uncomfortable. You might want to go for a walk or something like that immediately afterwards, but then you could probably drive and sit in a chair that was well-padded.”

“When do I need to decide?”

“If you’re going for Day Detention, then you have to be at the Justice Department building just before 10.00 am next Monday, and then attend the following days through to Friday.”

“And if I take Corporal Justice?”

“The very latest you could attend would also be 10.00 am on Monday. I would say, though, that you’re clearly worrying a lot over all this. Your decision isn’t going to be any easier if you make it now or five minutes before ten o’clock on Monday. I’d advise getting focused on what you’re going to do, and if you choose the Corporal Justice option it might be best to get it over with sooner rather than later.”

Lauren looked at her watch. “I need to get to work. I’ll give it some thought.”

“That’s fine. Let me know beforehand, though, then I might be able to help you through either process.”

****

The following day, a Thursday, was a work day for Derek and, as he drove into the parking area to the side of the Justice Department building, he spotted a familiar car and a familiar person sitting at the wheel. After parking his own car, he went across and tapped on the driver’s door window.

“Lauren, good morning.”

Lauren wound the window down. “Hello Derek.”

“Are you just looking around, or is there a reason you’re here this morning?”

“A bit of both, really. I’m still not sure what to do.”

“Still worrying about it all?”

Lauren nodded.

“You know, you could come in with me and in around half an hour everything would be done and dusted.”

“Yes, I know, but it still isn’t easy.”

“Why not come into the centre with me, no decision needed, have a cup of coffee and see if that helps?”

“Can I do that?”

“Yes. You’d simply be my guest.”

“Okay.”

Derek took Lauren into the centre by way of the staff entrance. In the staff kitchen, he introduced Lauren to several of his colleagues.

“Are we expecting any arrivals, other than the three serving Day Detention,” he asked Officer Helen Peterson, a dark-haired, robustly built woman in her mid-forties.

“No, just those three so far. Hello, Lauren. Are you looking around because you’re thinking about joining us on the staff? It would be good to have a younger person around.”

Lauren went red in the face. Derek kept quiet.

“Um, not exactly. Derek lives just across the road from my mum. I’ve known him all my life really.”

“That’s nice. After you’ve drunk your coffee, Derek can show you around.”

“That’s an idea,” another officer, Bill Kemp, an older man in his fifties and more senior to the other two, suggested. “It would be good to know what you think of the place, Lauren.”

“Is there just the three of you here?” Lauren asked.

“There’s usually five of us, but another officer, Judi Trench is having a day off today, and we’ve got one off sick.”

“Let me show you around, Lauren,” Derek offered when they’d finished their coffee.

Derek took Lauren out into the small reception area, a bit like a doctor’s surgery with a counter, a computer, and four rows of chairs, six chairs to a row.

“Do you get that many people here?” Lauren asked.

“Sometimes, and sometimes people are accompanied by friends or relatives. Today, there will just be the three serving Day Detention and anyone who comes for Corporal Justice to be carried out. Everyone is supposed to come by appointment only, but sometimes they just turn up, and that’s okay unless we’re very busy.”

“Okay,” Lauren nodded as she looked around.

“Let me show you the rest of the place.”

Derek led the way and showed Lauren around the several ground floor offices, then they came to the staircase down to the basement.

“As you can see, the basement area is divided into two, with the cells for Day Detention on the right.”

“Can I see one?”

“Of course.”

Derek used one of the keys on his belt to unlock one of the cell doors and pushed the door wide open for Lauren to go in. A low-set small bed occupied most of the far wall. To the left, there was a small plastic table and chair. To the right was a small toilet. The room was very small, probably little more than nine feet long and nine feet wide. There was no window.

“It’s so small!” Lauren commented.

“Yes, just enough for one person. We’ve got ten of these cells, so that’s the maximum we can have at any one time.”

“Okay,” Lauren acknowledged, while imagining herself spending eight hours every day for five days couped up in such a small space. It certainly did not appeal.

“Come with me, Lauren, and I’ll show you where we carry out Corporal Justice punishments.”

Derek took Lauren around a corner and along a short corridor with four doors. He opened one of the unlocked doors and again let Lauren enter first.

“The first two rooms are for dealing with the paperwork. There’s just a small desk, two chairs, a computer and a coat stand opposite.”

Lauren looked briefly around. “Is this where you actually do it?”

“The punishment? No, that’s done in the final two rooms. Come on, I’ll show you.”

The next room was also not locked. It was a little larger than the cells, but not by very much. Towards the back of the room was what looked like an old-style gym vaulting horse, quite low-set and well-padded. The dark brown leather covering looked clean and unmarked. Its short legs each had several metal ringlets spaced out from the bottom of the leather to near to the floor. A green-painted tall metal locker stood to the left of the room.

Lauren shivered. There were questions she wanted to ask, but her lips trembled when she tried to speak.

“Yesterday, you wanted me to show you the paddle we use,” Derek said as he opened the metal locker’s door. “Here’s one.” He held out the almost black rubber implement. As you can see, it’s exactly as described in the leaflet they sent you; the blade is eighteen inches long by three inches wide, quite stiff with just a little give in it. The handle is eight inches long covered in thin rubber for a good grip. Would you like to hold it?”

Lauren shook her head. “No, that’s fine.”

“The horse, as we call it, after a gym horse I suppose, is where you bend over, and a few minutes later you’re done. We go back next door and complete the paperwork, then you’re free to leave. If you want, though, you can use one of the cells to have a bit of a lie-down.”

Lauren stood looking at the so-called horse. Derek could see she was deep in thought, and thought it best not to interrupt.

“Um,” Lauren began, but immediately stopped.

“Are you thinking, while I’m here I might as well?”

“No!” Lauren replied emphatically. “Well, I mean; oh, I don’t know.”

“Would another coffee help?”

“Perhaps. Yes.”

They were about to go up the stairs to the ground floor when they were met by Helen Peterson leading a woman down the stairs, so they stood back to let them pass. The woman, a dark-haired woman in her late thirties, was in tears. As Helen led the woman towards the row of cells, Derek and Lauren went up to the staff kitchen and made coffee. Within minutes, Helen joined them.

“She seemed very upset,” remarked Lauren.

“She’s serving a two-day Day Detention. This is her first day of being locked up,” Helen explained. “She was fine when I greeted her in reception and did the paperwork with her, but when I told her I was taking her down to the cells, she really broke up. That’s not unusual actually. I think that’s when it hits them that they’re here for punishment.”

Lauren nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I can understand that.”

“So, what do you think of our little establishment? Are you tempted to join us?”

“Um, well, actually; sorry, perhaps I should explain?” Lauren looked at Derek, but he didn’t respond.

Helen looked at Lauren and then at Derek. “Sorry, am I missing something here?”

Lauren felt herself going red in the face.

“No, I should have explained, told you earlier.”

Again, Helen looked between Derek and Lauren.

Derek put an arm round Lauren’s shoulder. “Lauren found herself in a spot of bother, Helen, so she came across the road to see me yesterday for a bit of advice.”

Helen frowned. “I’m sorry, are you a customer?”

Lauren nodded. “Third speeding conviction in a year.”

“So, that would likely be five days Day Detention or twenty whacks?”

“Spot on. I’m just finding it so difficult to decide what to do for the best.”

“That’s understandable. There isn’t an easy option, Lauren. You’ve seen how that woman was upset, and she’s only got today and tomorrow to serve. You’d have five days.”

Lauren nodded.

“Lauren, you know that in the next couple of days or so you’ll be coming here, not to have a look around, but for us to punish you. Either the Day Detention or the Corporal Justice, they’re both punishments. You have to face that is what they are.”

“I’m starting to realise that.”

“Do you work?”

“Yes, as a financial adviser.”

“Can you afford the time away from work while you’re serving your five days detention?”

“Not really.”

“Then you really have only one option, don’t you?”

Lauren nodded.

“And since you’re already here, you know the best time to have it done, don’t you?”

Lauren nodded yet again.

“So, since we’re fairly quiet today, why don’t you, me and Derek go downstairs and get you done?”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“No, it won’t be easy. We’ll treat you just like every other person we have to deal with. We have to do that. And maybe because you know Derek and you’ve now met me, perhaps it will make it all a little less formal, but you will be getting a mighty good spanking. Be in no doubt about that.”

“I understand that. I know you have to deal with me like any other person.”

“So, shall we do it?”

Lauren thought for some long moments. Eventually, she gave a single nod.

“Do you have your paperwork with you, Lauren?” Derek asked.

“Yes, in my bag.”

“Come along then, let’s go downstairs.”

Inside the small preparation room Lauren had visited earlier, Karen sat behind the small desk, Lauren sat in front of it, and Derek stood by the door.

“Can you let me have the three-page form they sent you that gives the adjudicators’ decision, please Lauren.”

Helen studied the paperwork and entered some of the details onto the computer. While she was tapping on the keyboard, she asked, “You do know we’ll be pulling your trousers down, don’t you Lauren?”

Lauren blushed. “Yes, that’s kind of why I’m wearing these black leggings, to make it easy, if you see what I mean?”

Helen smiled. “So, you had it in mind you might be using our services?”

Lauren, too, managed a weak smile. “I’ve been giving it all a lot of thought, and I arrived in the car park before Derek, thinking that might be enough to persuade me to go through, you know…”

“The spanking?”

“Yes.” Lauren felt her face go very warm.

“Okay,” Helen pushed a form in front of Lauren and held out a pen for her to use.

“Please read this form carefully, and if you agree please sign and date the form at the bottom. If you do sign it, it means you are surrendering yourself into custody until your punishment, the full twenty strokes, has been completed.”

“So, no backing out once I’ve signed?”

“Exactly. You will receive those twenty strokes even if we have to hold you down.”

“That sounds dramatic.”

“It’s sometimes necessary. I’m sure it won’t be in your case.”

Lauren read the form and saw that it confirmed just what Helen had said. She quickly signed it before she could change her mind and pushed it back towards Helen.

“There! I’m in for it now.”

“So you are.” Helen gave Derek a nod.

“Lauren, if you’re ready?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Lauren and Helen both stood up and Derek held the door open for them.

Helen took Lauren by the arm and gently steered her into the next room.

“Did Derek show you this room?”

“Yes,” Lauren replied, sounding breathless.

“So, you know what you have to do now?”

“You want me to bend over the horse, I think you call it?”

“For the moment, just get up close to it.”

Lauren slowly approached the horse, conscious that Derek had opened the door of the metal locker. Placing one hand on the horse, she looked anxiously over her shoulder. Derek now had the rubber composite paddle in his hand and was quietly waiting.

“Shall I…?”

At that moment, Helen inserted her fingers into the elasticated waistband of Lauren’s black leggings and pulled them down to her ankles. The officer then carefully rolled her white T-shirt up exposing her legs, her pale blue brief panties and her back below her matching bra.

“Now you can bend over,” Helen told her, giving her bottom a gentle pat.

Lauren looked down at the padded surface of the horse and leaned over. She kept moving forward and reached her hands down to grab hold of the short legs of the horse. Her arms were not quite long enough to actually grip the legs.

“A bit further over, please Lauren.”

“Sorry?”

Helen took hold of Lauren’s hips and pushed her further over the horse. It made Lauren stand on tip-toe, but now she was able to firmly grasp the horse’s legs.

“Perfect,” Helen declared, giving Lauren’s panty-clad bottom another pat. “All yours, Derek.”

“I’m afraid this is the painful bit, Lauren.”

As he spoke, Lauren felt her bottom being patted again, this time by the rubber composite paddle. When the taps stopped, she gripped the legs of the horse so tightly it hurt her fingers. Seconds later, the paddle crashed across the centre of her bottom, and caused instant pain that shook her to the core. Seconds later, she felt another hard blow, just slightly lower.

As the spanks kept coming, Lauren was aware that Helen had moved round to her side and was alternating between studying her bottom and her face. Lauren used the back of her right hand to wipe away a tear that was forming in the corner of her eye, but quickly returned to grasping the horse’s leg. By the time six, or was it seven, strokes of the paddle had hit home, Lauren was starting to feel very, very sore. She began to wonder if she would be able to stay across the horse if the temptation to push herself off and stop the punishment became much greater.

“Just keep still, relax your body as best you can, and let yourself take the spanking,” Helen advised, seeming to read Lauren’s mind.

“I’m trying!” Lauren wailed. “But it really hurts!”

“It’s meant to. Just concentrate on keeping still and not moving.” Helen patted the girl’s shoulders. “You’re nearly halfway through.”

‘Only halfway!’ Lauren thought to herself. ‘I’m never going to be able to cope.’

After another two strokes impacted Lauren’s bottom, Derek looked at Helen and raised an eyebrow.

“Keep going, Derek. She can take it,” came his fellow officer’s reply.

Lauren continued to tightly grip the horse’s legs, not at all she felt the same way. By now, her whole bottom was hurting dreadfully. It felt like bruises were forming on top of bruises. As the paddle continued to pound her bottom, tears were now flowing steadily down the sides of her face.

“Keep still,” Helen told her, one hand now pressing down on the centre of the girl’s back.

“Ca-can we have a break?” Lauren pleaded.

“No, stay there and get it over and done with. It will be better for you,” Helen replied firmly.

On hearing the officer’s reply, Lauren knew she could only give in. She gave up on any thought of respite and actually relaxed all her muscles, thus laying flopped across the horse and accepting this was going to be the most painful experience of her life. Each stroke of the paddle was lost in a total morass of pain.

And then, suddenly, the continuous pummeling of her bottom ceased. The room seemed mysteriously silent. Lauren heard the metal locker door open and then, moments later, close. She knew her punishment had been completed.

“Do you need a hand?” Helen asked in a voice that seemed strangely distant. “You’re done, girl.”

Lauren let go of the horse’s legs and started to wriggle backwards off the leather surface. Her feet made firm contact with the floor, and then she used both her hands to push herself up. Feeling insecure on shaky legs, Lauren kept both hands on the top of the horse to steady herself.

“Are you okay, Lauren?” Derek asked, having replaced the paddle in the locker.

Lauren nodded, at the same time attempting a reassuring smile.

“Give it a few minutes, Lauren,” Helen added. “Then you’ll fine the pain will ease, although you’ll still feel very sore.”

“Yes, I don’t feel like sitting down right now.”

“Shall we go next door and finish the paperwork?” Derek asked.

Lauren nodded. The three went slowly back to the next room where Derek sat at the desk and Lauren and Helen both stood. He entered some details on the computer and then signed a form which he then handed to Lauren.

“There you go, Lauren. This confirms your punishment has been satisfactorily carried out. I’ve also signed off the computer records. How do you feel about it all now?”

“Um, really glad it’s all over? I certainly won’t be speeding again, that’s for sure.”

“This combination of Day Detention and Corporal Justice seems to be working really well, Lauren,” Helen said. “We rarely get repeat offenders. And it’s very cost effective.”

“Any regrets about choosing Corporal Justice, Lauren?” Derek asked.

“No, none.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure. I realise now that the standard of my driving was getting really bad. I could easily have been involved in a nasty accident. This has brought it home to me that I need to change, and I will.” Lauren laughed. “Driving home with a sore bum will do me good!”

The End

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