DM's single yellow eye bulged at that, and he gritted his teeth, arching his back against the thick wood as it pounded his bum mercilessly. Sweat beaded his temples, his face heating until even his eyepatch felt damp after several more harsh punishing whacks fell and beat his bottom.
His fists trembled with the sheer force of the whacking he was getting, and the brave white mouse wished vainly that he could close his keen ears to the crisp sounds of wood on flesh as the faintest reprieve.
Oh, crikey!! That really smarts--!!
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