It was a nightmare! This could not have happened to him in reality!

      Marek met Katarzyna few years ago when he first came to the country to visit his aunt. The young man was charmed by the pannochka and instantly fell in love with her. Katarzhina with a charming husky laugh, with a twinkle in her eyes, with a smile that made Marek's heart ache… She, Katarzhina, thin and flexible as a reed, stood near the bench and painfully whipped the young man's bare buttocks with rods. Katarzhina was angry with Marek and did not feel sorry for him at all. Pannochka steadily lowered her hand and the rod whistled thinly. And there was another purple stripe on the boy's thin narrow ass.

      "You're a nasty rotten boy! You don't understand anything else! You should be whipped! Yes, with rods! So, that you learn to behave with dignity!"

      Marek tried not to scream. The young man lay with his teeth clenched and fidgeted on the bench. The old bench where he was flogged stood in the corner of the garden behind the gazebo. The aunt sat in a wicker chair next to him, her face flushed with excitement. Pani Felicia was smiling nervously, and now and then straightening her bangs. Every time the rod whipped the young man's buttocks his aunt shuddered. Pani Felicia was wearing an old house dress and slippers. The aunt sat with one leg crossed over the other and her smooth full calves of legs glowed in the evening gloom. The two maids were standing nearby pretending to remove the dishes and samovar from the gazebo. Gracia was smiling and nodding her head in time to the beats but she seemed to be thinking of something else. Alisha, on the other way, kept her narrow glittering eyes fixed on the boy's twitching buttocks.