Ignacio’s secret vice.

On the other side of the door they found an unimaginable horror.

The magistrate Ignacio, naked as the day he was born, with his wrinkled skin and greying hair covering his body, was tied to one of the bed posts. His back was marked with countless red marks of the whip, some deep enough to draw droplets of blood.

Holding the whip was the enigmatic beauty Evelyn and she looked to the two intruders in utter confusion.
‘What—What the Hells are you two doing, barging in here?! We’re busy if you can’t tell!’ she yelled at them

Alan’s mouth was snapping for air as if a fish on dry land.
‘I—I thought—yells—whip—some girl,’ he stammered.

‘What? Well, he does cry like a girl, true. But I’m fine, sweetheart,’ Evelyn said giving him a wink, ‘or did you two kinky devils want to join in?’

‘Gods, no! We’ll have nothing to do with whatever this is,’ Julia denied while gesturing toward the scene in front of her.

Alan managed to come out of his shock slowly.
‘Right, you guys just keep doing what you’re doing! We’ll excuse ourselves—sorry about the door!’ he said, slowly backing out of the room.

When he stood back inside his room, he started laughing—hysterically. Julia had stopped beside him and gave him a confused look.
‘What’s so funny, Alan?’ she asked.

‘Didn’t you see? I thought one of the girls was being whipped to ****. Yet it was Ignacio getting whipped! And he cried like a woman! Didn’t you see that horror in his eyes at being found out? I fear if I tell Karl and Henry about this they’ll die,’ he managed between fits of laughter, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

Whether Julia thought it funny too, or was just infected by his laughter, they both started to laugh together.
‘I suppose, it’s a little funny,’ she admitted.

After their laughs had died down, Alan sat down in one of the chairs at the table.
‘I could use a good cup of wine after that! How about you?’ he asked her expectantly, as he readied two cups for her to fill.

She sauntered over to the table and slowly filled the cups with wine. Julia took one in hand and raised it to Alan.
‘To a night full of surprises,’ she toasted.

Alan mirrored her move and raised his cup as well.
‘Some more pleasant than others, I’m sure!’ he laughed again.

They chatted again for a while, exchanging pleasantries and making colourful stories about what other depraved things the magistrate got up to in private.

They were interrupted when a young servant girl knocked on the door. She informed them that Alan’s bath was ready.