Chapter Fifteen
Thereafter, visits to the discipline room were added to my weekly regimen. And ironically, when I was returned to my cell after the first ordeal, crawling, the guards had set up a board, the infamous tiger bed referenced by Miss Denise.
I quickly understood the need. I was viciously caned with stroke after searing stroke and there was no way I could sit. Therefore in one corner of my cell there stood the evilly simple device, really nothing more than a sheet of plywood with a large hole, ostensibly for excretions. But in my case because the flesh on my buttocks could not withstand the gentlest touch, the board enabled me to lie without the skin exposed to any surface...and to lie thoroughly restrained... the mandated regimen which brought such continuing distress.
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