Silently cursing to myself, i was paled and in a cold sweat. That strap looked like it would hurt. i was never a weakling but i was sure this kind of pain would get to me. On top of all that, there was to be an audience? That was just too overwhelming. i also kept having to tell myself to restrain my own legs because i often react violently out of shock, being that i am trained in martial arts and self defense. i would have meditate and retain self control through this.
But, something told me that Sir Stef didn't want to see self control, He wanted to see pain and tears. How was i supposed to manage that without violent reactions? i resigned myself to try my very best to be well behaved without numbing the pain through meditation or other ways of softening the blows. Oh dear what did i get myself into?
All this over a drink? Ha- and i'd thought i'd had difficult customers before! That thought at least is minorly entertaining... Maybe... just maybe i can do this and get back behind my happy counter without too much trouble...
No... no i can't.... That look in Sir Stef's eyes tells me i can't because He may not be content with my reaction here...
Now the staff starts to file in with yet no sign of Master Mike... Hey... maybe if He doesn't show up i can get out of this... Or maybe if He doesn't show up i will be out of the frying pan and into the fire of Sir Stef's wrath... Oh dear oh dear oh dear there are so many people! And my wrists hurt.
Ok... ok .... OK... i can do this. Right? I lock my legs into a ready stable stance as my training dictates. Just pretend this is a training session and don't let my legs move. Next, prepare upper body for pain and let all loose... Breath... i can do this...