A Public Whipping - Part 2
The two assistants dragged Titiana across the stage to where a stout wooden pole had been set up. Her auburn hair cascaded loose over her shoulders. The lads were gentle when they removed her blouse over her head, without ripping it. She was told to face the pole and then one lad took each arm and pulled her arms in the air, fastening her wrists into cuffs bolted high up on the pole.
One of the lads then produced a knife and cut her bodice off. She was naked from the waist up, large breasts pressed against the rough woo
The Master walked over to the table where his instruments were laid out, covered by a cloth. Theatrically he pulled the cloth off and the townspeople gasped. Such an array of nasty instruments, chosen to cause pain to female bodies.
The judge spoke again "Titiana - you are accused of being witch. How do you plead?" Titiana imply shook her head.
In the square, all of the women of the town had assembled, most to give support to Titiana as she had helped them in illness and childbirth. They had brought their daughters too to witness the trial and explained that when they were older they might need Titiana's help.
The men of the town had come along to see a cheap thrill...
The Judge's wife had brought along a group of her nastier friends, who were anticipating a thrill also...
The Master was dressed in classic garb - leather trousers, a leather jerkin which left his chest and beefy arms bare. He wore a leather hood with two holes for the eyes. In his day he was a muscular, fit man as he had to be for his job. However years of stress had let him go to seed slightly and his arms and belly were showing the effects of too much good food and booze.
He picked up a wicked looking black leather flogger and sung it through the air. Titiana looked round nervously.
The first blow landed, expertly placed between her shoulder blades. Titiana groaned slightly and stiffened up.
She was a strong woman and this promised to be a long day.
The Master laid on some more strong blows, and Titiana began to suffer. Whap, whap the flogger ****.
She grunted and hung onto the cuffs, straining to remain on her legs.
The pain began to build and she found herself rubbing painfully on the rough wood.
The townspeople watched aghast. The women, some crying already, watching in sympathy. The younger girls watching with mouths open.
Many of the men were openly rubbing their crotches, and were greedily drinking in every blow and groan from Titiana.
The group of wives friends were smiling. The ladies there shamelessly had their hands up their skirts, rubbing no doubt on their engorged pussies. Nasty women rather do like seeing another woman suffer.
The Master ranged over her entire back, from the top of her skirts to her neck. When she was almost at the point of her skin splitting and bleeding he called a halt.
One of the young lads brought him a mug of beer and he rested.
"Again Titiana - you are accused of being a witch. How do you plead" the Judges voice rang out.
Titiana pulled herself up straight and said in a low voice "Not guilty"
One of the lads then produced a knife and cut her bodice off. She was naked from the waist up, large breasts pressed against the rough woo
The Master walked over to the table where his instruments were laid out, covered by a cloth. Theatrically he pulled the cloth off and the townspeople gasped. Such an array of nasty instruments, chosen to cause pain to female bodies.
The judge spoke again "Titiana - you are accused of being witch. How do you plead?" Titiana imply shook her head.
In the square, all of the women of the town had assembled, most to give support to Titiana as she had helped them in illness and childbirth. They had brought their daughters too to witness the trial and explained that when they were older they might need Titiana's help.
The men of the town had come along to see a cheap thrill...
The Judge's wife had brought along a group of her nastier friends, who were anticipating a thrill also...
The Master was dressed in classic garb - leather trousers, a leather jerkin which left his chest and beefy arms bare. He wore a leather hood with two holes for the eyes. In his day he was a muscular, fit man as he had to be for his job. However years of stress had let him go to seed slightly and his arms and belly were showing the effects of too much good food and booze.
He picked up a wicked looking black leather flogger and sung it through the air. Titiana looked round nervously.
The first blow landed, expertly placed between her shoulder blades. Titiana groaned slightly and stiffened up.
She was a strong woman and this promised to be a long day.
The Master laid on some more strong blows, and Titiana began to suffer. Whap, whap the flogger ****.
She grunted and hung onto the cuffs, straining to remain on her legs.
The pain began to build and she found herself rubbing painfully on the rough wood.
The townspeople watched aghast. The women, some crying already, watching in sympathy. The younger girls watching with mouths open.
Many of the men were openly rubbing their crotches, and were greedily drinking in every blow and groan from Titiana.
The group of wives friends were smiling. The ladies there shamelessly had their hands up their skirts, rubbing no doubt on their engorged pussies. Nasty women rather do like seeing another woman suffer.
The Master ranged over her entire back, from the top of her skirts to her neck. When she was almost at the point of her skin splitting and bleeding he called a halt.
One of the young lads brought him a mug of beer and he rested.
"Again Titiana - you are accused of being a witch. How do you plead" the Judges voice rang out.
Titiana pulled herself up straight and said in a low voice "Not guilty"
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