Shamie is in Hell.

Shamie was naked and cold outside. His nose touched a tall, thin metal post sticking several feet from the ground, topped with a hooded lamp. He couldn't move his nose from the post, and not because would be punished for doing so. It was as though his nose had been super glued to the metal in front of him, it literally wasn't possible for him to stretch his nose free. Worse still, his nose was placed quite low, at what would've been hip level for him, a very short boy.

His butt was already welted and dark shades of red, blue and purple, and was hurting so bad. He couldn't stop his body from shaking every which way. Every moment was as though the very last nano second of a long, serious spanking.

All around were the shades of others sho could see him highly illuminated, but he could only see these faceless masses by the dim light bouncing far from the dirt that mostly reflected light back on his shaking ass.

The pole itself could slowly rotate or move up and down. Whenever Shamie kneeled instead of squatting on only his feet, the pole began turning him in circles, shuffling around slowly and indefinitely.

There 2 other machines used to **** him, a chair or sorts that he would have to sit in and a super small cage he'd have to stand in, and both would electrify his ass.