Of Solace and the Scourge
Unclothed for the sake of humility and command,
The luckless lad is taken for chastisement.
Secured, tethered by upraised wrists, unwillingly,
He yields tender as a pushed peach.
The air is heavy with edgy, evocative thoughts,
And furtive, fleeting looks.
He is a liquid limber youth perched
Like a bird on a branch, awaiting the
Harsh whisper and bite of the whip.
His taut flesh shimmers in the sun, with unbidden perspiration.
The ancient act plays out in a lengthy
Succession of resonant lashes.
The significant nod is given and he is finally freed.
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