A Wee Fiction: Walter's Therapy

Walter’s therapy consisted of twice-daily ritual humiliation in four inches of lukewarm water that Nurse Buckle had measured out with her truncheon; there were special notches cut into it. There was no verbal or physical abuse per se. There was no need. Lying bollock naked in a leather sling with a woman standing over him licking her lips was more than enough to bring him back to his senses. He enjoyed going up and down on the wee crane, though, but kept it to himself.
They kicked him out after a week, on the Friday morning, after his usual soak.
‘Do I not get to dry off?’ he said.
The door crashed shut in his face. Nurse Buckle blew him a silent kiss through the window.