Here's a short Easter Monday story, not really appropriate to ancient China, but it's a public punishment...
Too short for a thread of its own, but I've already built the bridge from China to Europe with my last post here.
A Public Flogging
A short story about the punishment of two women in earlier times to an old but still impressive drawing by Zerosen with three additional image sections. The events are initially observed by a young man who is enthusiastic about the younger victim. Then there is a change of perspective to the view of a young widow as the second victim.
1. - Anna
Excited, I walk into the city and through the streets. Two beautiful women are to be publicly whipped for their crimes today. It begins with a humiliating performance as the sinners are dragged through the city streets in chains, barefoot and clad in rags.
I hear excited people; I push my way through the crowd with strong arms; I am tall enough to look over most heads. Suddenly I see the two sinners in front of me, I hear their ankle chains rattling over the cobblestones. My eyes first fall on a young woman with tousled long hair and a hunched back, but with a certain grace and barely concealed beauty. The other is a little older, not quite as pretty, but certainly attractive; she is marked by fear and sadness.
I hear angry abuse from the crowd and I think to myself, "Isn't it enough for people that these women are flogged for their crimes?"
The two women are dragged away by guards on ropes which are tugging at their bound hands. Their path leads to the great market square and I follow them, accompanied by the clinking of their ankle chains on the cobblestone street. There, in the marketplace, a platform with two whipping posts has been erected for their punishment. Guards drag the two sinners upstairs, when they reach the top their hands are untied and the women are forced to undress in a shameful manner and in full view of all. Arms and hands are still trying to cover their boobs and nakedness, but helpers drag the sinners to the prepared posts, where they are tied securely - with their backs to the post! Their legs are spread between boards with holes. The wood closes, fear and deep shame fill the faces of the two victims, but the audience is filled with enthusiasm and anticipation.
I am excited too and delighted to be able to see the two women fully naked and front on, far more than I could have expected. I stare at their breasts, the younger one has amazing perky tits with big buds, the other has big heavy boobs that bend a little under gravity.
The long walk in the morning was worth it for me, I enjoy this sight. I can even see both girls' pussy clearly, the board between their feet forcing them to keep their legs open. A great idea whipping these gorgeous women from the front, I think to myself.
The two sinners bow their heads, trying to avoid the greedy looks of the crowd. Their bodies tremble with fear and cold, they feel vulnerable to the looks and the whip with their most sensitive and feminine parts. That's just fair, I think with a little gloating.
Anna, the young woman at the right post, is the first. The judge takes the floor, accusing her of being a thief and whore. "As punishment and penance for your crimes you will receive 40 lashes from the front. Accept the judgment with humility!”
There are insults for the beautiful thief and whore, but applause for the verdict. I see the fear in her beautiful, proud eyes, maybe she even panics. 40 lashes, that's fierce, that will tear her tender skin, she will have to drink terrible pain. At the moment I'm not quite sure whether I should show pity or be happy about the forthcoming spectacle.
Anna is a really beautiful woman, I admire her delicate face and gorgeous body. As if spellbound, I look at her stunning, pointy tits, from which large nipples protrude excitedly in the cold. I wonder if her breasts will also be punished and I find myself shamefully wishing for the same. Yes, I actually wish that these exciting tits would be severely punished...
My and most other eyes are on this girl who is supposed to make the cruel beginning. The executioner stands in front of her, he is a bear of a man, I can feel her trembling.
The strong man raises his arm with the whip threateningly, then he strikes playfully and yet brutally. The thin whip howls through the air, hisses, slaps and cruelly bites the tender skin of the girl. Anna clenches her teeth, she only moans and gasps, but her whole body tenses up. The pain is intense and truly malignant. Again and again the executioner strikes, blow after blow drawing red welts on Anna's tender skin. She struggles and gasps, but tears soon flow. Yet she shows bravery and strength in her pain and distress.
The strong man draws the whip across her shoulders, her rib cage, across her stomach, down to her hips, then to her thighs. the girl really spells me, the way she twitches and squirms under the whip, the way her skin turns red with welts, the way she throws out her amazing tits after each lash as her back arches in pain. I am impressed by this young woman, by her beauty as well as by her courage with which she endures this severe punishment.
"Thirteen," calls a helper. Oh dear, she still has so much left to endure, I think sympathetically, but also with some joy.
But the executioner and the audience want more. Someone shouts, "Hit that whore harder, we want to hear her screams!" Others loudly support the caller.
Suddenly the executioner pulls the whip higher again, the strap whizzes violently over her excited but still pale tits. From the top left on her shoulder across both breasts to the bottom right on her rib cage, the whip tongue traces a fiery trail. Her hard-hit boobs tremble and shake; they jump back almost happily, as if her tits had been longingly waiting for this blow.
But the pain is roaring, which elicits a first, high-pitched scream from the girl in distress. It makes you want more, much more…
The executioner finds her sensitive, tender flesh all too quickly, which upsets us all. In fact, I think even most of the women in the audience are staring enviously at Anna's breasts and secretly enjoying the young woman's suffering under the whip. Only a few girls, frightened and protective, touch their own breasts.
The man keeps the whip raging on her breasts, first on the left, then on the right, the agitated buds that crown her gorgeous tits, each reaping a vicious blow. The strap swishes at once over the bottoms of both breasts, then over the upper curves. Her boobs tremble, the searing pain elicits more screams from the sinner, which lighten the minds of the audience.
Now her perky tits are challenging the whip themselves, I stare at her boobs, I'm shaking with excitement, I'm totally hooked. But I also see how bravely their bosoms endure this punishment, they tremble and wobble gracefully, but then they stand up calmly and politely to await the next blow. Her feminine curves are covering with fiery red lines; I'm sure her tits are burning like hell.
"Twenty", she got through it half way.
Anna suffers terribly, but she soon adjusts mentally to the brutal attacks and the intense pain; she refuses to scream. Only gasps and moans can be heard from her mouth. This unnecessarily angers the executioner, but the young woman continues to defy his blows.
"What a great woman!" I admire her strength, I don't want her punishment to stop, but my heart begins to burn for Anna.
The whip is thin and sure to leave extremely painful marks, but it barely tears the victim's delicate skin. I just see some blood running where welts cross, but that won't spoil her beauty. I feel relieved at this thought. Yes, I came to see these women suffer, but suddenly I don't want their beauty to be spoiled. The judge and executioner showed some mercy in the selection of the whip, but not in the extent and execution of the punishment.
Forty lashes, that doesn't seem to end. Anna stopped counting a long time ago. Again and again and without warning her breasts are attacked. As cheeky as her tits stick out unintentionally, they almost challenge the whip. But how could she change that, almost motionless tied to the post?
I see her tits provoking us all, I know she can't help it ... and that makes me happy. And yet I admire her courage and beauty.
She finally hangs powerlessly at the post and waits for the next blow. Each crack of the whip, followed by uncontrollable pain, her gasping and waiting for the next blow, sets the pace of her life for an agonizing eternity.
Now the young woman would like to cry out her pain, but she lacks the strength to do so; each blow floods her with new pain, tearing the air out of her lungs.
Only if another blow hits and devastates her breasts does the pain explode so violently that she cries out briefly. This tempts the executioner and everyone but Anna wishes him to whip her perky tits. I can't escape this cruel spectacle either, I also have to admit that every stroke that hits her great boobs is wonderfully rewarded by Anna and her tits.
"Thirty-three," seven more to go.
The audience berates Anna as a whore and thief, but in the end many viewers are just as impressed as I am by the strength of this excitingly beautiful woman. "She will soon find many suitors," I think to myself, "Maybe I'll even be one of them... Maybe? Certainly!"
Suddenly her pussy is attacked by the whipping tongue, her whole body jerks and her legs flap, but she can't close her thighs. Anna's mouth opens and her lovely face is flooded with pain, but she stares at the executioner with eyes as if she wants to kill him. He just grins and hits again. This time he punishes her hips and delicate pubic mound. Again Anna jerks magnificently, arching her back and throwing out her badly whipped but now even more exciting tits.
And so it continues. I really feel sorry for the girl, yet I wish this punishment would never end. Forever I want to see Anna there naked at the post, writhing under the whip that hurts her but doesn't seriously harm her.
"Show us your pride, thief... stick out your naughty whore tits for the last three lashes!" Anna looks at the executioner in shock, her face is covered with tears, is marked by pain and suffering, but then she nods thoughtfully.
Three more blows, she can survive that, I think to myself, and the girl may have thought so too. Angrily, Anna submits to her fate, boldly and cheekily she stretches her devastated tits towards the whip - but what else does she have to lose?
"Come on girl, stick your tits out further!" one yells. Gazing at the crowd, she arches her back defiantly and pushes her tits even further towards the whip. People are mesmerized and widen their eyes, I'm totally thrilled.
Then the whip howls through the air, the leather beats her beautiful, delicate and soft boobs pitilessly and cruelly. Anna sinks into agony, but the end is now in sight. With the penultimate blow, her right nipple is hit hard and starts to bleed. I see red drops swell on her bud before falling onto her chest.
Pain and beauty combine wonderfully with Anna. I'm struggling to organize my thoughts because people are now chanting, "Push out your tits, girl, push them towards the whip!" Boldly or defiantly, Anna arches her back and cheekily sticks out her tits.
"You're wonderful, Anna!" I exclaim and can't stop myself. People yell, “Stick your tits out further… even further… further!” She tries, the executioner gives her time and waits.
A final, excited howling and hissing in the air, a relieving smack on her outstretched, hot breasts, which tremble violently again before jumping back and throwing off the leather as if released. The pain explodes and rages, Anna feels as if her boobs are about to burst. She screams, but she got over it. She is panting and crying, her skin is horribly on fire; Anna is exhausted and yet relieved.
I want to comfort her now and put my arms around her, but I know there are too many guards standing by to stop me. But later, maybe, I'll find another opportunity to protect Anna, this wonderful girl, from the intrusive mob. "She's a thief and a whore," I think briefly. "What's the point, she's a beautiful and brave woman! Surely she did it in distress..."
The second part, the punishment of the young widow, will follow in the next few days!
