You shake your head

"Mhm!!!" you grunt, twisting your arms in the straitjacket.

"Well, you wanted it: Twenty strokes as ordered!" Neil says. He escorts you to the pillow. Out of mercy, he gets your ballgag back in place. Then he starts hitting you.

SMACK!

"One," he says.

SMACK!

"Two," he says.

SMACK!

"Three," he says.

SMACK!

"Four," he says.

SMACK!

"Five," he says.

SMACK!

"Six," he says.

SMACK!

"Seven," he says.

SMACK!

"Eight," he says.

SMACK!

"Nine," he says.

SMACK!

"Ten," he says.

SMACK!

"Eleven," he says.

SMACK!

"Twelve," he says.

SMACK!

"Thirteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Fourteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Fifteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Sixteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Seventeen," he says.

SMACK!

"Eighteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Nineteen," he says.

SMACK!

"Twenty," he says. "So, are you ready, or you want to have more?"

For a moment, you find yourself thinking. But after enduring all this there is only one option left.