A Harsh Whipping in the Town Square
Ruth sat in the holding cell with two other females; one as young as Ruth and the other a middle-aged woman. Ruth's employer cheated her out of her pay, so she took one of her trinkets. She gave it to her brother to sell in another town. Ruth told him to bathe and ware his best garments. Her brother didn't do either and when the scruffy boy laid an expensive item on the table, the proprietor simply held him for the magistrate. They came for Ruth a day later. The trail was swift, the sentence was a severe 60 lashes with a horse whip. When Ruth tried to explain that she was swindled out of her wages. The magistrate (who was the Countess's nephew) simply added 20 lashes with a bull whip for slandering a Countess. Now, she was waiting for that punishment.
After several agonizing hours, she heard the horse drown cart pull up to the door. The three were leg shackled and loaded on the cart. Ruth peered out through the iron bars at the people on the street hurling insults at them and chanting that they were on the way to get what they deserved. Ruth closed her eyes and hung her head. At last, the cart stopped at the town square. The guards opened the rear gate and they were ushered up the stairs to the platform. The convicted climbed the stars awkwardly in their shackles. They were placed standing off to the side. The older women went first. A petty crime got her a harsh strapping on her bare ass. She was bent over a trellis at the center of the stage. Ruth cringed listening to her whimpers and cries of pain. The other girl was next. She was found guilty of cheating a Lord by short changing him at the tavern. The girl was shaking as they bent her over and pulled her dress up. She cried out with each leash of the strap. When they removed her, she was crying profusely. The trellis was removed and Ruth was led below a tall heavy timber frame.
An iron trapeze with hook eyes protruding from each end was suspended from the heavy timbers in the center of the platform. Ruth was guided below this devise. Leather restraints were placed around her wrists. Two of the guards assisted securing Ruth's arms with cord threaded through the restraints to the hook-eyes in the trapeze. Her leg shackles were removed. The baggy dress they put on her was laced from the sleeve across the shoulder to the neck. A bow was undone on each side revealing Ruth's lovely body when the dress fell to the platform. A guard pulled on a rope and her arms were raised almost strait out from her body. The two men stood back to admire the helpless 18-year-old. Her shoulder length blond hair framed the slender features of her face. With her arms up, her C-cups looked a little smaller, but the round globes still looked enticing. Ruth had a slim waist, a well-rounded ass and shapely legs for the entire town to linger on. Feeling the warm sun on her entire body, she hung her head in shame.
The whip master picked up a bull whip. Ruth winced when he cracked it in the air about three feet from her head. The next one went painfully across her ass leaving a red line to mark its path. Ruth's face twisted as she let out a YELP! The master moved and the next one landed across her hips and abdominal area. Another red line to marked its path. Ruth whimpered in pain. The next lash caught her left side and bent around to punish her ass again. He worked his way up her torso, marking her as he went. She screamed louder as the whip embraced her tinder breasts. The master put the whip down after twenty lashes. Ruth struggled to catch her fast breathing as her face recomposed. A strange feeling came over her as her endorphins struggled to sooth her.
After a few moments, the whip master picked up the longer, heavier horse whip. He was standing in front of her aboutt eight feet away. Fear crossed Ruth's face as the heavy whip cracked a few feet from her. A guard placed a bit in her mouth and secured it around her head. The master launched the whip from his right - it hit her left hip, wrapped around her ass till the tip struck her right hip. Pain crossed her face as an: "OUUUUUUUUUUCH!" exited her mouth around the bit. The next one came from the other direction with the tip of the whip embracing the side of her right ass cheek. This produced the same reaction from her. She squirmed and kicked performing a sad pain dance through the entire first twenty lashes. The crack of the whip against her flesh followed by her screams filled the square. Tears ran down her cheeks. Thick red whip welts painfully stepped up her body.
The master moved and concentrated the next twenty lashes across her ass. Ruth yelped loudly in pain with each one. Her ass was covered with whip welts from the top of her legs to her tail bone. He paused again. Ruth's limbs slowly relaxed as her endorphins attempted to sooth her. But tears continued to roll down her face. The master moved to the opposite side of her. A moment later, the whip embraced the right side of her waist, wrapped around her stomach till the tip cracked on her left side. The pain was immediately reflected in Ruth's face as another scream left her mouth. He worked the whip up her torso as she pulled on the restraints and screamed with each lash. However, she was beginning to tire and her struggles subsided through the next few lashes. She simply held her head down - but jerk it up following each new lash. When the whip reached her breasts, the amplitude of her screams increased markedly. When both of her nipples were struck, she let out a blood curdling scream. A couple more lashes across of the top of her breasts completed the final set of twenty lashes. Ruth was left hanging while her endorphins worked in vain to sooth her. The town's people cheered and clapped - this was easily the harshest punishment of the day.
The whip master's wife approached to wipe her tears, nose and remove the bit from her mouth. Ruth's body was covered with whip welts, many of them were deep and dark red. Her nipples were swollen purple. She hung from her restraints, sniveling, broken and spent without the strength to hold her head up. She was bleeding from a few of the welts, which prompted the wife to tend to them as they lowered her arms. Next, the wife gathered the punishment dress up from the platform. She lifted the dress up Ruth's well punished body, as gingerly as she could, to cover her. The shoulders were quickly retreaded by someone with a lot of experience. Ruth was unbound and the whip master carried her down the steps and placed her in the waiting arms of her father. The master told him to have the dress cleaned and returned within a couple of days. Her father nodded and carried her to their wagon and slowly headed home. She was carried inside the house. Her mother pulled the dress off her before her dad laid her on her side. Ruth's mom tended to her welts with homemade ointment. Ruth drifted to sleep and woke up in an empty home. After reliving herself, she went back to bed, licked her fingers and went to work on her clit. She was amazed how quickly she was able to cum and how hard she shook, so she tried successfully again and again.
While Ruth was sleeping, her father met with his close friends. Father Michael brought old robes & hoods from the iinquisition. They don their disguises and traveled up the path to pull the 50-something Countess out of her large home. She still had a good figure and one could still see that she was once a beauty. But the 120lb bitter widow fought hard. However, she was no match for five men. They striped her and hung the Countess up in her barn. Ruth's father introduced her to the pain of the bull whip. She was still shouting: "You don't know WHO I Am" - right up until the first lash embraced her tinder skin. He lashed her hard enough to make her kick her feet and dance just like he watched his daughter do earlier. He punished her with the same severity that Ruth received. And like Ruth, the Countess whimpered after each lash.
The Blacksmith, who was strongest among them, welded the horse whip. The woman's pale skin marked with another crimson strip after each lash. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. The blacksmith was determined to punish her breast as severely as Ruth's. The Countess twisted and pulled against her restraints in desperation as her hoarse voice sounded out each lash that caressed her breasts. She was completely spent by the time the last lash painfully left its mark. Ruth's father carried the listless Countess back through the servant's entry, up the back steps and placed her nude body on top of her ornate bed. She was meekly sobbing and covered with whip welts. Deep rope burns were imprinted on both of her wrists. They tacked a parchment on her headboard: " Born into privilege, wanting for nothing, but rather than setting a good Christian example for others, you have chosen to cheat the servants that care for you. Change your ways - or we will be back" In fact, in a house full of servants, no one came to her aid when they took her screaming - or - when they brought her back in retaliative silence.
After several agonizing hours, she heard the horse drown cart pull up to the door. The three were leg shackled and loaded on the cart. Ruth peered out through the iron bars at the people on the street hurling insults at them and chanting that they were on the way to get what they deserved. Ruth closed her eyes and hung her head. At last, the cart stopped at the town square. The guards opened the rear gate and they were ushered up the stairs to the platform. The convicted climbed the stars awkwardly in their shackles. They were placed standing off to the side. The older women went first. A petty crime got her a harsh strapping on her bare ass. She was bent over a trellis at the center of the stage. Ruth cringed listening to her whimpers and cries of pain. The other girl was next. She was found guilty of cheating a Lord by short changing him at the tavern. The girl was shaking as they bent her over and pulled her dress up. She cried out with each leash of the strap. When they removed her, she was crying profusely. The trellis was removed and Ruth was led below a tall heavy timber frame.
An iron trapeze with hook eyes protruding from each end was suspended from the heavy timbers in the center of the platform. Ruth was guided below this devise. Leather restraints were placed around her wrists. Two of the guards assisted securing Ruth's arms with cord threaded through the restraints to the hook-eyes in the trapeze. Her leg shackles were removed. The baggy dress they put on her was laced from the sleeve across the shoulder to the neck. A bow was undone on each side revealing Ruth's lovely body when the dress fell to the platform. A guard pulled on a rope and her arms were raised almost strait out from her body. The two men stood back to admire the helpless 18-year-old. Her shoulder length blond hair framed the slender features of her face. With her arms up, her C-cups looked a little smaller, but the round globes still looked enticing. Ruth had a slim waist, a well-rounded ass and shapely legs for the entire town to linger on. Feeling the warm sun on her entire body, she hung her head in shame.
The whip master picked up a bull whip. Ruth winced when he cracked it in the air about three feet from her head. The next one went painfully across her ass leaving a red line to mark its path. Ruth's face twisted as she let out a YELP! The master moved and the next one landed across her hips and abdominal area. Another red line to marked its path. Ruth whimpered in pain. The next lash caught her left side and bent around to punish her ass again. He worked his way up her torso, marking her as he went. She screamed louder as the whip embraced her tinder breasts. The master put the whip down after twenty lashes. Ruth struggled to catch her fast breathing as her face recomposed. A strange feeling came over her as her endorphins struggled to sooth her.
After a few moments, the whip master picked up the longer, heavier horse whip. He was standing in front of her aboutt eight feet away. Fear crossed Ruth's face as the heavy whip cracked a few feet from her. A guard placed a bit in her mouth and secured it around her head. The master launched the whip from his right - it hit her left hip, wrapped around her ass till the tip struck her right hip. Pain crossed her face as an: "OUUUUUUUUUUCH!" exited her mouth around the bit. The next one came from the other direction with the tip of the whip embracing the side of her right ass cheek. This produced the same reaction from her. She squirmed and kicked performing a sad pain dance through the entire first twenty lashes. The crack of the whip against her flesh followed by her screams filled the square. Tears ran down her cheeks. Thick red whip welts painfully stepped up her body.
The master moved and concentrated the next twenty lashes across her ass. Ruth yelped loudly in pain with each one. Her ass was covered with whip welts from the top of her legs to her tail bone. He paused again. Ruth's limbs slowly relaxed as her endorphins attempted to sooth her. But tears continued to roll down her face. The master moved to the opposite side of her. A moment later, the whip embraced the right side of her waist, wrapped around her stomach till the tip cracked on her left side. The pain was immediately reflected in Ruth's face as another scream left her mouth. He worked the whip up her torso as she pulled on the restraints and screamed with each lash. However, she was beginning to tire and her struggles subsided through the next few lashes. She simply held her head down - but jerk it up following each new lash. When the whip reached her breasts, the amplitude of her screams increased markedly. When both of her nipples were struck, she let out a blood curdling scream. A couple more lashes across of the top of her breasts completed the final set of twenty lashes. Ruth was left hanging while her endorphins worked in vain to sooth her. The town's people cheered and clapped - this was easily the harshest punishment of the day.
The whip master's wife approached to wipe her tears, nose and remove the bit from her mouth. Ruth's body was covered with whip welts, many of them were deep and dark red. Her nipples were swollen purple. She hung from her restraints, sniveling, broken and spent without the strength to hold her head up. She was bleeding from a few of the welts, which prompted the wife to tend to them as they lowered her arms. Next, the wife gathered the punishment dress up from the platform. She lifted the dress up Ruth's well punished body, as gingerly as she could, to cover her. The shoulders were quickly retreaded by someone with a lot of experience. Ruth was unbound and the whip master carried her down the steps and placed her in the waiting arms of her father. The master told him to have the dress cleaned and returned within a couple of days. Her father nodded and carried her to their wagon and slowly headed home. She was carried inside the house. Her mother pulled the dress off her before her dad laid her on her side. Ruth's mom tended to her welts with homemade ointment. Ruth drifted to sleep and woke up in an empty home. After reliving herself, she went back to bed, licked her fingers and went to work on her clit. She was amazed how quickly she was able to cum and how hard she shook, so she tried successfully again and again.
While Ruth was sleeping, her father met with his close friends. Father Michael brought old robes & hoods from the iinquisition. They don their disguises and traveled up the path to pull the 50-something Countess out of her large home. She still had a good figure and one could still see that she was once a beauty. But the 120lb bitter widow fought hard. However, she was no match for five men. They striped her and hung the Countess up in her barn. Ruth's father introduced her to the pain of the bull whip. She was still shouting: "You don't know WHO I Am" - right up until the first lash embraced her tinder skin. He lashed her hard enough to make her kick her feet and dance just like he watched his daughter do earlier. He punished her with the same severity that Ruth received. And like Ruth, the Countess whimpered after each lash.
The Blacksmith, who was strongest among them, welded the horse whip. The woman's pale skin marked with another crimson strip after each lash. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. The blacksmith was determined to punish her breast as severely as Ruth's. The Countess twisted and pulled against her restraints in desperation as her hoarse voice sounded out each lash that caressed her breasts. She was completely spent by the time the last lash painfully left its mark. Ruth's father carried the listless Countess back through the servant's entry, up the back steps and placed her nude body on top of her ornate bed. She was meekly sobbing and covered with whip welts. Deep rope burns were imprinted on both of her wrists. They tacked a parchment on her headboard: " Born into privilege, wanting for nothing, but rather than setting a good Christian example for others, you have chosen to cheat the servants that care for you. Change your ways - or we will be back" In fact, in a house full of servants, no one came to her aid when they took her screaming - or - when they brought her back in retaliative silence.
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