don't know chapter four
Cissyaliza, thanks for reading. As for your question, there are 27 amendments to the US Constitution, and the first ten of these are called the Bill of Rights. (To the average American, The Bill of Rights is SACRED.) The Bill of Rights protects both freedom of speech and the freedom of the press, so no, neither state nor federal governments can shut down YouTube (although they would probably like to sometimes), unless it's posing a threat to national security. That being said, YouTube itself will usually remove offensive material, but usually only after millions of hits have already gone out. I do, in fact address this in the next chapter, which is already written and I'll try to post tomorrow. (By the way, I'll try, but I can't guarantee I'll post every day.)
Don was awake before dawn, having slept fitfully. He used the toilet (hoping again that Jenkins wouldn't find other uses for it), ate a candy bar, drank some water, then paced.
Try as he might to reassure himself that Jenkins seemed intent on humilating him in painful ways rather than inflicting real damage, Don didn't feel much better. He acknowledged it was better to suffer temporary, embarrassing pain than to have long-term harm done, but he still felt a sense of dread.
Don was forceably reminded of having to wait for his father to come home to deliver a spanking when he was a child. While waiting, he was convinced nothing could be worse than waiting, and he told himself it would be a relief when he heard his father's car in the driveway.
However, when he actually heard his father come home, his terror would spike, and he would be frozen with fear. It was the same when he heard the sound of the vehicle coming back.
Don forced himself to sit on one of the bales, and breath deeply while he waited for Jenkins, Julio, and the other four men to enter the barn. His mouth felt dry, and he wished he had thought to get a drink when he had first heard the vehicle. He could, he supposed, go on over and get a drink now, but for some reason he wanted to be sitting calmly when Jenkins entered the barn.
The doors scraped open again, and Jenkins came in, saying, "Good morning Agent Eppes! Congratulations! You've already gotten millions of hits! The whole world's talking about you!
"Now, I know what you're thinking, fame's so fleeting, and everyone will forget about you by tonight, but not to worry! I've got another great show lined up!"
Jenkins came up to Don, smiling, "What? No comment."
Don glared at him, but refused to be goaded into talking. When the men surrounded and grabbed him, Don once more went limp, trying to save his energy.
They laid him face down across the bales of straw, which poked painfully into his stomach. His wrists were pulled over his head, and handcuffed around the post. Don's head and arms were over the edge of the bale, and he stared down at the dirt floor. His torso was lying across the bales, and his legs dangled over the opposite edge of the bales.
Don almost laughed. He had just been thinking about getting spanked, and now he here he was in practically the same across the knee position.
Jenkins moved into Don's sight, carrying the blanket and a brown grocery sack. Spreading the blanket on the floor, Jenkins sat cross legged in front of Don.
Jenkins rummaged in the grocery sack, pulling out, of all things, a ginger root. It was the biggest ginger root Don had ever seen, over six inches long, close to seven. Maybe Jenkins was going to fix Don a Chinese meal.
"What do you know about the Victorians, Agent Eppes?" asked Jenkins, while he examined the ginger root.
Puzzled, Don stayed silent.
Jenkins laughed, "They were really into corporal punishment, especially caning. To make it as painful as possible, they came up with figging."
Jenkins got out a small paring knife and a vegetable peeler. He started to carefully clean the ginger root while he continued , "Now, what's the first thing any child does when they're being spanked?"
Jenkins looked at Don expectantly, "Oh, don't tell me your parents were new age and used time outs instead! Well, if you were never spanked, I'll tell you; the child clinches up his butt cheeks.
"They do that to lessen the pain, of course. But the Victorians didn't like naughty children trying to lessen the pain, so they put a ginger root up the child's ass. The ginger root burns, you see, and the tighter the ass is clinched, the more it burns. To escape the burning, the child would try to relax his bottom as much as he could. But that made the strokes of the cane much more painful."
Was Don hearing Jenkins correctly? He was actually going to be spanked? How ridiculas coul you get?
Jenkins went on, "Do you remember the name Michael Fay? Back in 1994 in Singapore he was sentenced to receive six strokes with the cane. He sentence was reduced to four strokes. You're going to get double his original sentence, plus the four he actually got.
"I'll show you the cane in a few minutes. It's four feet long and 1/2 inch thick. It's been soaked in brine to make it flexible so it will sting more. It will rip your butt to pieces, cause bleeding, and leave permanent scars. I assure you, it will burn like a son of a bitch.
"Well, look at that," Jenkins held up the peeled ginger root, it looked like a long grotesque white finger.
"All ready for you agent! Now," Jenkins went on confidentially, "when I stick it up your ass, it will take a few minutes to feel anything. At first, there will just be a mild burning sensation. But after about five minutes, you should get the full effect. Unfortunately, it only lasts about twenty minutes.
"So that means I've got about fifteen minutes to administer sixteen strokes.
"But don't worry Agent Eppes!" Jenkins held up Don's own wristwatch. "I've got a very good watch to time all of this!
"Well, I don't want the ginger root to get dried out, so let's get started!"
Jenkins rose off the blanket and moved to Don's backside. Don felt the cheeks of his ass being spread apart, and the root being steadily shoved up him. It was thick and long and Don squirmed.
"Awww. Is my little fed enjoying himself?" mocked Jenkins. "You're getting this, aren't you Julio?"
"Si."
Furious and humbled, Don forced himself to hold still.
"All in!" announced Jenkins cheerfully. "Now we wait a few minutes. While we're waiting, I'm putting a cushion across your kidneys, so you don't have to worry about me damaging them. There! That should do! Oh, let me show you the cane!"
Jenkins came into Don's sight again carrying a rattan cane, that was pretty much as he described it. Jenkins swished the cane through the air and it made a whistling sound. Don felt himself shiver.
Jenkins checked the watch, "Four minutes! Feeling anything yet agent?"
Don was. He remembered once reading about some English king who was killed by having a red-hot poker shoved up his ass; Don thought he knew how that felt.
He could feel sweat pouring off him, and try as he might, he couldn't prevent his eyes from tearing.
"Five minutes! Time to get started! One stroke, every fifteen seconds, and sixteen strokes! Ready?"
Jenkins moved our of Don's sight. A couple of the men grabbed and held down Don's ankles, anchoring him firmly in place. Don felt the cane touch his buttocks briefly, then heard a swishing noise and the crack of the cane striking. A fiery pain shot across Don's bottom that caused him to gasp.
The second stroke came down and Don jerked. He couldn't believe anything could hurt so bad. By the time the third stroke came down Don's entire body was covered in sweat. He didn't know how he was going to endure thirteen more strokes.
At first Don was determined not to scream, but he lost that battle at stroke seven. He wasn't even sure what he was screaming, but was vaguely aware of noise coming out of his mouth.
Jenkins relentlessly counted off the strokes and Don would hear the swish of the cane, then pain would explode across his buttocks.
Throughout the whole ordeal, the ginger root kept burning him from the inside. It was just like Jenkins described, if Don tightened his buttocks in response to the cane, the ginger root burned worse. If he relaxed his muscles to avoid the sting of the figging, the cane cut worse. The Victorians were sadists.
Even after the caning was finished, the figging went on for a dozen more minutes, with Jenkins counting off every minute. The last few minutes, the intense burning thankfully diminished.
Finally, the root was removed, and the handcuffs taken off. Don laid limply where he was, feeling shamed, hurt, and exhausted.
"We're leaving now agent, but don't worry, we'll be back tomorrow! Have to post this. Do you think your wife will like it? Maybe she's a dominatrix and it will get her hot and bothered!
"We left you some fresh water, and more food, have a nice night!"
An with that, they were gone. Don dimly heard them drive away before he passed out.
If anyone thinks all Don got was a harsh spanking, I invite you to look up images of judicial caning in Singapore. (You need a strong stomach.) There's some still pictures, and even a video of an actual caning. I should warn you, these images are very disturbing.
Also, the Victorians really did fig people, but not just children. Wives and female servants were also figged than caned.
