You’ve been waiting ever so patiently for the next installment of Lesbia, so I hope you enjoy it. Today, we discover why Nive is so very confident about her chances of rescue 😀
While Nive stood frozen under the witch’s spell, a very long way away, a cane was landing across the leather-clad posterior of a male guardsman around twenty or so years of age. It bit against the hard rounds of his rear with a loud crack which made every man in the arena wince. As the pain of the infernal instrument spread through his flesh, the guardsman squeezed his eyes shut and hissed a sharp breath through his teeth. It was likely of little comfort to him in that moment, but he was not alone in his torment. Indeed, he was one of nine young men lined up against a leather horse, taking punishment from a singular man who wielded a long black cane with real vigor against one backside, then another.