When the gangly, shy pizza boy turns up, he notices the large pile of cash and his eyes widen. This lad's never seen so much money in all his life. I tip him a few pence and then proceed to use the promise of some decent money to bribe the broke young straight into naked obedience. He'll do anything with the lure of a fistful of twenty pound notes right in his face.
As Stan and I bark orders at him, strip him naked, and make him tug his dangly balls till it hurts, Harry cringes away from us. But whenever he sees the cash, he grits his teeth and lets us carry on tormenting him, even as we force him up onto the table, inspecting the most private hairy crevices of his body.
By the time we strap him down and begin to spank his arse, Harry's face is already flushed with humiliation. As he winces his way through the first set of spanks, he seems to be having second thoughts, but he's been through too much for him to turn back now - he needs that money.
I tell him the rules - he has to thank us after every blow, and if he does that, he'll get £5 a stroke. If not, we start all over again and he has to re-earn the money. As the spanking begins in earnest - with an extremely painful perspex paddle, Harry wails and grunts in pain, attempting without success to wriggle free and escape the onslaught of whipping. We attack him with a riding crop and a wide ended, heavy whip, every stroke making his arse more and more red, until the patches where he's been hurt are clearly marked in two dark circles on the previously pale cheeks.
The beating becomes increasingly brutal, until we're hitting Harry so fast and so hard that he can't even manage to stutter out the required thankyou between the strokes. Hot tears roll down his face as I inform him that we're starting all over again, while Stan continues to batter his buttocks.
Soon, Harry begs us to stop, evidently realising that he can't take any more - and no amount of money can be worth this kind of agony. But this just leads to me laughing in his face as I snatch away all the money, telling him we're not going to stop... and we're not going to pay him either. We have Harry right where we want him - tied up, helpless and screaming in pain. No way are we stopping now... this is only the beginning!
