A Stable Boy s Whipping
"How many more, Raymond?" You ask, idly studying your fingernails. The shirtless man standing in the courtyard, breathing heavily, turns to face you. "Only one, my Queen. A stable boy accused of theft by his employer." Without looking up, you reply, "Very well. Have him brought in. And get this one out of my sight." Your eyes flick dismissively at the unconscious man suspended by his wrists at the whipping post about ten meters in front of your elegant throne. " "Yes my Queen" comes the reply....
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