#296241 - She clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks as number seven and eight arrived causing her to lurch forward and into this maelstrom of agony the final two strokes targeted home; number nine diagonally on one side and ten as expected by far the hardest, diagonally on the other, the final two forming an ‘X’ in raised red welts over her throbbing bottom. At the far end of the corridor was a single door. As Helen slowly walked down the seemingly endless corridor, it would be the smell of floor polish that she would remember most.
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