Thwack! The cane bit deep into Dunmore’s bared buttocks. Hisssss! That hurt. A lot. Swipe! A second cut fell. “Ouch!” Mr Pritchard might look like a wizened old man, but he could certainly pack a punch. Dunmore clenched his teeth, clutched the seat cushion of the sofa and braced himself for number three.
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