Severe Corporal Punishment in the Town Square
With the most of the town assembled in the Square, Helen's nude body was paraded down the center of the street flanked by the two guards. She was desperate to do this with what little dignity was available to her. She'd watched other girls struggle in vain with the guards carrying them holding their legs open. Helen didn't want to display her womanhood all the way down the street. She walked without struggling in an effort to preserve as much modesty as possible. However, with her hands ties behind her back, Helen's well shaped ass and pert young breasts were in full view of the audience. A few of her friends gasped when they saw her. Helen was led up the steps to a platform in the center of the square. In the center of the platform, a wood frame had been adjusted to the dipper position. Helen was laid on her back secured to the bench with her legs bent up and spread making a V with her recently clean shaved pussy at the cusp. Her legs were tied to posts set off on each side. Her arms were bound to her legs. Her ass cantilevered over the end of the bench giving the audience full view of her vulnerable ass and pussy. Helen's attempt to preserve some sort of dignity had already evaporated.
However, Helen was just beginning to understand the humiliation of a public punishment. The magistrate rose and addressed the town: "Helen was overheard slandering the Count's son in the tavern". He reminded the town that such speech wasn't tolerated and that unfounded accusations of ******** advances and inappropriate fondling against the upper-class required corporal punishment. The magistrate announced that: "Helen was to receive 36 lashes with the strap, 24 strokes of the cane and due to the sexual nature of her accusations, her womanhood was to be flogged 24 times". Helen shuttered in fear hearing her sentence for the first time, but she now knew why they shaved her pussy. The towns people let out a collective gasp and started to whisper to each other. The Count's son had a bad reputation and Helen was known to be an honest lass. Others would have collaborated her story, but the magistrate told them that mere commoners couldn't testify - if that testament damaged his aristocratic nephew's reputation.
One of the guards swung the strap against Helen's ass hard. She whimpered before the strap quickly came from the other direction producing another whimper. The strap rudely embraced her flesh again and again as her whimpers became more pronounced. By the end of the first 18 lashes, purple stripes were forming across her bottom. The second guard took over and her punishment continued. The assault on her ass filled the square with the sounds of leather degrading flesh followed by desperate cries from Helen. The rhythm replayed another 18 times as she endured the pain. Her ass was full of purple and dark red streaks by the middle of the second set. Helen pulled and tried to twist in the little play left in the restraints, but the rhythm of lash and her whimpers continued to fill the square to the end of the set.
Helen embraced her endorphins as the large muscular whip master took the stage grasping a thick rattan cane. He forcefully swung it into the junction of her legs and her ass which gave away just enough for her to feel the cane embracing her pussy too. Helen cried out in pain and when another stroke fell just below the first, she screamed again. Welts rose from her damaged skin as the cane marched towards her anus. The swish of the cane in the air was followed with the sound of its contact damaging her flesh. A blood curdling cry of pain concluded the stanza. The pain was excruciating, but again and again, the rude stick cut into her flesh. Her cries filled the square and became pleading as the pain enveloped her. Those in attendance were muttering that this was unfair, cruel, and excessive. Even if she was guilty, the punishment should've stopped with the strapping and the people in the square knew it. They were also certain that this was simply revenge for Helen ignoring the little Lord's advances. Her ass was a bumpy collection of dark purple welts standing out from dark red flesh. Tears rolled down her cheeks continuously as the punishment continued. The twenty forth stroke was delivered above the first and it stung both her upper legs and pussy. Helen screamed even louder.
The whip-master put the cane down and picked up a leather flogger as captivated audience watched in grim anticipation. Helen was scared - fear crossed her face as he drew his arm back. The leather strands stung her tinder skin and Helen murmured loudly in response. The master proceeded slowly, allowing each lash to painfully register in Helen's frazzled mind. Unlike the other implements, the flogger made an almost pleasant sound as the thin strands of leather "caressed" her pussy. This wishing sound followed by her murmuring filled the otherwise silent square. As the flogging proceeded, Helen's murmuring turned to loud whimpers as she pulled against her restrain ts in a vain attempt to protect her womanhood. Her pussy grew dark red reflecting the abuse inflected on it. However, Helen didn't understand what was happening - her clit was being stimulated by the leather strands. When the master brought the twenty-fourth lash down on her as hard as he could, she let out a yep in response to the pain. However, her endorphins were combined with a wonderfully hard orgasm that shook her body violently against the restraints. Her quickened respiration continued for several moments. Onlookers, who stood close to the platform, later swore they saw Helen smile.
Helen was unbound and her exhausted body was lifted off the bench. They stood her up and held her. Helen's mother made her way to the platform to put save on her wounds, rap her in a blanket and offer her a cup of warm tea with honey to help revive her. Helen was helped off the platform. She moved slowly and stiffly. When she was far enough from the guards, her mother whispered: " That was unfair!" in her ear. Helen nodded. Several of the towns' people met later in the tavern discussing the spectacle. Helen's father was the town's blacksmith. When he squared his brood shoulders and spoke, people listened. Helen's father suggested that justice would be served if several of the men joined him donning masks in the dead of night. He planned to apprehend the lad, drag him to a barn and deliver the same punishment his daughter received.
However, Helen was just beginning to understand the humiliation of a public punishment. The magistrate rose and addressed the town: "Helen was overheard slandering the Count's son in the tavern". He reminded the town that such speech wasn't tolerated and that unfounded accusations of ******** advances and inappropriate fondling against the upper-class required corporal punishment. The magistrate announced that: "Helen was to receive 36 lashes with the strap, 24 strokes of the cane and due to the sexual nature of her accusations, her womanhood was to be flogged 24 times". Helen shuttered in fear hearing her sentence for the first time, but she now knew why they shaved her pussy. The towns people let out a collective gasp and started to whisper to each other. The Count's son had a bad reputation and Helen was known to be an honest lass. Others would have collaborated her story, but the magistrate told them that mere commoners couldn't testify - if that testament damaged his aristocratic nephew's reputation.
One of the guards swung the strap against Helen's ass hard. She whimpered before the strap quickly came from the other direction producing another whimper. The strap rudely embraced her flesh again and again as her whimpers became more pronounced. By the end of the first 18 lashes, purple stripes were forming across her bottom. The second guard took over and her punishment continued. The assault on her ass filled the square with the sounds of leather degrading flesh followed by desperate cries from Helen. The rhythm replayed another 18 times as she endured the pain. Her ass was full of purple and dark red streaks by the middle of the second set. Helen pulled and tried to twist in the little play left in the restraints, but the rhythm of lash and her whimpers continued to fill the square to the end of the set.
Helen embraced her endorphins as the large muscular whip master took the stage grasping a thick rattan cane. He forcefully swung it into the junction of her legs and her ass which gave away just enough for her to feel the cane embracing her pussy too. Helen cried out in pain and when another stroke fell just below the first, she screamed again. Welts rose from her damaged skin as the cane marched towards her anus. The swish of the cane in the air was followed with the sound of its contact damaging her flesh. A blood curdling cry of pain concluded the stanza. The pain was excruciating, but again and again, the rude stick cut into her flesh. Her cries filled the square and became pleading as the pain enveloped her. Those in attendance were muttering that this was unfair, cruel, and excessive. Even if she was guilty, the punishment should've stopped with the strapping and the people in the square knew it. They were also certain that this was simply revenge for Helen ignoring the little Lord's advances. Her ass was a bumpy collection of dark purple welts standing out from dark red flesh. Tears rolled down her cheeks continuously as the punishment continued. The twenty forth stroke was delivered above the first and it stung both her upper legs and pussy. Helen screamed even louder.
The whip-master put the cane down and picked up a leather flogger as captivated audience watched in grim anticipation. Helen was scared - fear crossed her face as he drew his arm back. The leather strands stung her tinder skin and Helen murmured loudly in response. The master proceeded slowly, allowing each lash to painfully register in Helen's frazzled mind. Unlike the other implements, the flogger made an almost pleasant sound as the thin strands of leather "caressed" her pussy. This wishing sound followed by her murmuring filled the otherwise silent square. As the flogging proceeded, Helen's murmuring turned to loud whimpers as she pulled against her restrain ts in a vain attempt to protect her womanhood. Her pussy grew dark red reflecting the abuse inflected on it. However, Helen didn't understand what was happening - her clit was being stimulated by the leather strands. When the master brought the twenty-fourth lash down on her as hard as he could, she let out a yep in response to the pain. However, her endorphins were combined with a wonderfully hard orgasm that shook her body violently against the restraints. Her quickened respiration continued for several moments. Onlookers, who stood close to the platform, later swore they saw Helen smile.
Helen was unbound and her exhausted body was lifted off the bench. They stood her up and held her. Helen's mother made her way to the platform to put save on her wounds, rap her in a blanket and offer her a cup of warm tea with honey to help revive her. Helen was helped off the platform. She moved slowly and stiffly. When she was far enough from the guards, her mother whispered: " That was unfair!" in her ear. Helen nodded. Several of the towns' people met later in the tavern discussing the spectacle. Helen's father was the town's blacksmith. When he squared his brood shoulders and spoke, people listened. Helen's father suggested that justice would be served if several of the men joined him donning masks in the dead of night. He planned to apprehend the lad, drag him to a barn and deliver the same punishment his daughter received.
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