Alan's reappearance in Mex-Tick-Oo lands him in trouble. He's swiftly bound, wrists and ankles secured, a gag filling his mouth. The room's dim lighting casts eerie shadows as he's bent over, awaiting his castigo. Each smack of the paddle reverberates, his ass turning a delightful shade of red. He squirms, but the restraints hold firm, leaving him at the mercy of his disciplinarian.