Sowerbutt's Stick

The long stick thwacked down across the white buttocks, leaving a red stripe across the flesh. The sweating body shook in shock and the burly man’s head snapped around. “Madame Komarovski, to be sure,” the Irish voice gasped. Preoccupied, the Irishman had not realised a third person had entered the room.

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