Labour Camp

The stocky man wields a wooden paddle while the lean one grips a metal rod, their dark hair framing the sharp sting of disciplined strikes. The graying one kneels behind, adjusting a strap as the first spank lands, hard, on bare flesh, the paddle’s edge leaving red marks. A canning tool glints in the other’s hand, its cold bite following close behind, while lips brush the neck in silent submission. By the end, all three stand naked, the air thick with the weight of each strike.