Yet overlooked as irrelevant by the miscreant ‘Bennie the Bumper’, he who stole the tape many years ago, and also overlooked by Muffin for that matter, is that which is shown on the first half of the recording. So I place the tape in the machine, press play and move to ensure that my office door is bolted. The screen alights and there unfolds an old but familiar setting from the basement of that Brooklyn bordello. The sight of the whipping bench once again makes me quiver, the vixen Antoinette De Le Corte so often forcing me to lie there naked and unknowingly exposed to the camera. But my trembling reaction of fear soon turns to one of delight.
There on the bench, strapped down naked, is a male of some forty plus years. As his caning begins and his fortitude breaks, my wry smile broadens.
