And Bob but whimpered
Thinking compliance
Was certainly the thing
That he would do
From yes now on

Aye he thought
Something had changed
And the sadsack Streede
Of days gone by
Was none no more
And this bad man
Had taken his place

And as he sat there
Still on the floor
Feeling a pain
He hadn't felt
Since he'd gone to school
He knew he wanted not
To feel so pained again

"Get to it Bob, you've had enough time to wallow in your pitiful self-loathing, it's time to stand up like a man and do your duty. Or do I need to adminsiter more discipline to you?

"No sir, you don't. I'm getting to it now. Don't worry."

Please Bob, call me Streede, sir is too formal.And the way you say it makes you feel very weak."

"Of course Streede, as you wish, so shall it be done."

"Without the bowing and scraping though, or I swear I'll lose it again. And you can still feel how that turned out for you."