Deborah at the Whipping Post
The marks were now building all across her delicate and beautifully formed shoulders, down her curved back to the very tip of the gap that forms her hips and her rear. The Executioner is a master of placement, every stroke just the right strength, not too firm but firm enough. Forty strokes is a a lot with this the heaviest of all the punishment whips, more suited to a wench with a bigger more solid frame than this petite waif. Rarely has he been distracted from his task of inflicting the maximum punishment to any girl brought before the post, but the sheer erotcicsim of this scene he finds himself playing out is messing with his aim, and stiffening his cock.
The crowd are in a high state of excitement, moving between absolute silence as Deborah attempts to speak and plead to gasps as the whip transcends the open air on its way to its next encounter with her taught body. To the moans form the assembled as the men touch themselves.
This is
not at all what the Judge ordered. The judicial punishment so rapidly turning into some sort of public orgy !
His arm comes back and then forward as the next sharp crisp stoke connects with her body, lower down on her waist it snakes around and places a lovely red hued strip across her flat and taught belly. This illicits a wriggle and a moan. A moan that is interpreted in one section of the increasingly packed crowd as a precursor to her orgasm. Whether it is or not is irrelevant as two women who are being discreetly groped in the front row shudder and cum. Deborah cranes her neck and looks down with a knowing smile at her two sisters only to be brought back as the next stroke lands an inch above the first.
As she thrusts her head back opening her mouth wide no sound is heard...
"Turn the bitch, let us all see!" is the call from the opposite side of the dais "Yes show her, show us that belly and her nipples" as the calls mount for the second act to be even more lewd than the first. Deborah mouths to herself "god, not my front" secretly dripping more down her already soaked legs.
As the whip is placed in brine for a short inetrlude as the henchmen, to a man they rush the stage and with hands all over her body quickly re-string this harlot of a woman to face away from the post.
There are more mutterings from the crowd and a general level of heightened expectation as the final poistioning is completed. Deborah has a look on her face of amazement. Both from the predicament she now finds herself in and the enormous number of people who have filled the square. Many more faces she now recognises ! Men or their wives; and it is hard to determine who is smiling more, the men who have had sex with her easily discernible from their furtive looks ! The women expressions formed form a mix of revenged admiration and outright jealousy.
This woman in front of them clearly has the finest figure of any. They are jealous, not of the marks on that fine form, but just plain jealous...they look at her, look back at the open mouthed men and fume.
There is a knowing look from the Executioer as he takes the whip from the barrel and slashes it wildly through the air above his head. Salty brine flies in all directions and soaks poor Deborah across her face and her breasts. The crowd spit their lips as the water splashes them as well.
He rests. She is breathing ever more heavily lifting her chest and glistening breasts, rising rhythmically up and down. Up and down. He stares at her, as a matador to a beast. She is his objective. She is quiet, anticipatory, focussed and soaked.
Without a word spoken a single trusted henchman approaches slowly. This is the pause, he has instructions. Silence.
He stands directly in front of the stein naked woman and because of her lynched position she is almost at eye level with this filthy pervert. He takes her drawstring and pulls. As the crinoline softly falls to the timbers she is at last bared
Naked.
There is an audible gasp from the entire crowd as they stare mesmerised at her amazing beauty. Totally bared Deborah twistS her left leg over her right as if trying to cover her sex, as she does so a sheen of damp inner thigh flashes in the sun.
And as the executioner shuffles his position she pushes out her wet soaking tits, those hard dark perfectly formed nipples marking themselves as the twin aiming points for his leather.