Barker produced the strap; a wide, lengthy barber’s strop he used to sharpen his razor. ‘A first for you, eh, Alice?’ She hid her emotion, not wanting him to see the fear. Voice lost, she nodded.
Richard tapped his thigh with the brute. ‘I hope this will suffice to turn you back onto the straight and narrow. Now turn around and bend over. Touch your toes.’ More