I was expecting to get just the minimum mandatory sentence, but The Leader keeps on:
“Sixty-one.”
…and all hope vanishes. The Disciplinarians would have met to decide my punishment, with a mandatory minimum sentence of 60 strokes and no upper limit. xvideo All of them full strength, like trying to hit a baseball out of the stadium. I try to fight, flee, beg. At sixty, they are reduced to a throbbing flayed pulp. Immediately, I have the cuffs and shackles removed, but only to be restrained on The Whipping Bench, ankles, wrists and waist, with my bum exposed high in the air and my head low. The Leader remembers The People -and me- why I am about to be punished with a stern, scornful voice. While I am painfully, confusedly putting my clothes on, I am told
