Or so I thought.
Five hundred and twenty-five whacks later and my debt to society–er, W–would be paid-in-full. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, right?
This is how it started out, with me contemplating those 525 lashes of the flogger.
This is how it ended up:
Him: “Twenty-three,” (whack!) “twenty-four,” (whack!) “twenty-five (whack!) “MARK!”
It wasn’t actually as hard as either of us thought it would be. In fact, we both think that the night before, in a “practice session,” I probably took more than 525. (I like a good flogging. See?)
Apparently, though, there’s interest due.