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The Trials and Tribulations of Lady Barbara Moore

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Here for fun are some daily vignettes with pics drawn from the threads and texts written by @Harsh Martinet. Watch for them and enjoy:

Day 1:

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Milady still maintains her air of superiority and defiance at her trial, acting as though the guilty verdict was certainly not meant for HER...how DARE they even consider sentencing her, LADY MOORE, to such an unbelievable and humiliating punishment?


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She'd barely slept, tossing and turning, dreading the moment that had now arrived. It was the day of her public punishment and in a few hours they would come for her. She'd been allowed the mercy of not being placed in a cell after her sentencing, a guard placed at her front door overnight. But soon, the procession would arrive at her house, announced by the beat of a drummer, the thumping of soldiers' boots, the clatter of horse hooves as they pulled the cart...the cart to which she would soon find herself behind, wrists secured to it.....and yes....oh God help her.... stripped completely naked to her hips....breasts BARED! The nightmare of her public whipping through the streets of the city and surrounds would at last commence..... *


* Harsh Martinet
 
Here for fun are some daily vignettes with pics drawn from the threads and texts written by @Harsh Martinet. Watch for them and enjoy:

Day 1:

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Milady still maintains her air of superiority and defiance at her trial, acting as though the guilty verdict was certainly not meant for HER...how DARE they even consider sentencing her, LADY MOORE, to such an unbelievable and humiliating punishment?


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She'd barely slept, tossing and turning, dreading the moment that had now arrived. It was the day of her public punishment and in a few hours they would come for her. She'd been allowed the mercy of not being placed in a cell after her sentencing, a guard placed at her front door overnight. But soon, the procession would arrive at her house, announced by the beat of a drummer, the thumping of soldiers' boots, the clatter of horse hooves as they pulled the cart...the cart to which she would soon find herself behind, wrists secured to it.....and yes....oh God help her.... stripped completely naked to her hips....breasts BARED! The nightmare of her public whipping through the streets of the city would at last commence..... *


* Harsh Martinet

Truly remarkable!
A very promising start!!
 
Day 1 (continued)

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Naked to her waist, she tries to maintain a last vestige of dignity, covering her bare breasts to conceal them from the eyes of the onlookers lining the road. Her efforts will come to nothing once her wrists are bound to the rear of the cart which will pull her along as she's publicly whipped through the next five towns. But after the first few dozen lashes lacerate her naked back the shame of being bare breasted will be long forgotten, her world consisting of nothing more than pure agony and the struggle to remain upright behind the cart.....
*

* Harsh Martinet
 
Into every life a little rain must fall


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Day 2

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To further increase Lady Moore’s humiliation the order that she be “stripped naked to the waist" was carried out to the extreme, as far as was allowed.

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Only her long flowing locks of hair gave her a small vestige of dignity, covering her bare breasts of the lewd gawking of the spectators....at least for now, until she began to writhe in agony from the whip's unbearable lashes as she followed the cart ... weaving, stumbling, head down and then thrown back to cry out … she prayed that her shift would not fall any lower. *


* Harsh Martinet
 
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Day 2

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To further increase Lady Moore’s humiliation the order that she be “stripped naked to the waist" was carried out to the extreme, as far as was allowed.

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Only her long flowing locks of hair gave her a small vestige of dignity, covering her bare breasts of the lewd gawking of the spectators....at least for now, until she began to writhe in agony from the whip's unbearable lashes as she followed the cart ... weaving, stumbling, head down and then thrown back to cry out … she prayed that her shift would not fall any lower. *


* Harsh Martinet
That will be the least of her worries!
 
Day 3

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The process of being stripped to the waist for her public whipping and driven being behind the cart having been carried out, the next step will be the freeing of her arms from the torn dress so that they may be raised and shackled to the post. The last step will be a sharp tug of her clothing to shamefully lower it to her hips, below the belly button.

She will likely press hard against the post, trying without success to shield her breasts from the single tail's vicious bite, shamefully aware of how vulnerable her rock hard nipples will be. Her lips will began to murmur a silent prayer for mercy. Her body that of a woman. The humiliation and shame to be overwhelming, especially since her family will be present in the crowd.


Once the preparation is completed, it’ll be time for the sentence to be carried out.....forty lashes upon her naked back...well laid on. Her ribs becoming visible with each intake of her frantically panting belly. Her eyes looking skyward, searching for salvation that will not be coming.... *


* Harsh Martinet
 
Day 3

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The process of being stripped to the waist for her public whipping and driven behind the cart having been carried out, the next step will be the freeing of her arms from the torn dress so that they may be raised and shackled to the post. The last step will be a sharp tug of her clothing to shamefully lower it to her hips, below the belly button.

She will likely press hard against the post, trying without success to shield her breasts from the single tail's vicious bite, shamefully aware of how vulnerable her rock hard nipples will be. Her lips will began to murmur a silent prayer for mercy. Her body that of a woman. The humiliation and shame to be overwhelming, especially since her family will be present in the crowd.


Once the preparation is completed, it’ll be time for the sentence to be carried out.....forty lashes upon her naked back...well laid on. Her ribs becoming visible with each intake of her frantically panting belly. Her eyes looking skyward, searching for salvation that will not be coming.... *


* Harsh Martinet
Every breast should be lucky to receive a kiss from the curving leather.
With any luck, the nipples will grow harder with each stoke!
 
Day 3

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Once the preparation is completed, it’ll be time for the sentence to be carried out.....forty lashes upon her naked back...well laid on. Her ribs becoming visible with each intake of her frantically panting belly. Her eyes looking skyward, searching for salvation that will not be coming.... *


* Harsh Martinet
Tree takes a swig of the drink he brought. He thinks 'What a lovely woman she is. I wonder if she'll dance like the common whore they whip here..."
 
Day 3

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The process of being stripped to the waist for her public whipping and driven being behind the cart having been carried out, the next step will be the freeing of her arms from the torn dress so that they may be raised and shackled to the post. The last step will be a sharp tug of her clothing to shamefully lower it to her hips, below the belly button.

She will likely press hard against the post, trying without success to shield her breasts from the single tail's vicious bite, shamefully aware of how vulnerable her rock hard nipples will be. Her lips will began to murmur a silent prayer for mercy. Her body that of a woman. The humiliation and shame to be overwhelming, especially since her family will be present in the crowd.


Once the preparation is completed, it’ll be time for the sentence to be carried out.....forty lashes upon her naked back...well laid on. Her ribs becoming visible with each intake of her frantically panting belly. Her eyes looking skyward, searching for salvation that will not be coming.... *


* Harsh Martinet
truly remarkable
 
Day 3

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The process of being stripped to the waist for her public whipping and driven being behind the cart having been carried out, the next step will be the freeing of her arms from the torn dress so that they may be raised and shackled to the post. The last step will be a sharp tug of her clothing to shamefully lower it to her hips, below the belly button.

She will likely press hard against the post, trying without success to shield her breasts from the single tail's vicious bite, shamefully aware of how vulnerable her rock hard nipples will be. Her lips will began to murmur a silent prayer for mercy. Her body that of a woman. The humiliation and shame to be overwhelming, especially since her family will be present in the crowd.


Once the preparation is completed, it’ll be time for the sentence to be carried out.....forty lashes upon her naked back...well laid on. Her ribs becoming visible with each intake of her frantically panting belly. Her eyes looking skyward, searching for salvation that will not be coming.... *


* Harsh Martinet
The Assizes took place each month, and it had been the habit of Lady Barbara and her aristocratic friends to attend the punishments. If a pretty young girl or a well to do merchant`s wife was to be punished, Barbara often speculating what it would be like to witness one of the noble ladies under the lash. The bitter irony did not escape her. She, herself, would be the first lady of quality to be stripped half naked and publicly flogged.
 
The Assizes took place each month, and it had been the habit of Lady Barbara and her aristocratic friends to attend the punishments. If a pretty young girl or a well to do merchant`s wife was to be punished, Barbara often speculating what it would be like to witness one of the noble ladies under the lash. The bitter irony did not escape her. She, herself, would be the first lady of quality to be stripped half naked and publicly flogged.
Of course, these noble ladies are also among the onlookers!
 
Day 4


The moment has arrived … the platform beckons.

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Lady Moore kneels atop the platform, her proud bare breasts jutting out arrogantly, drawing a chorus of lewd remarks from the crowd.
The shame and humiliation of this moment are almost as painful as the forty lashes upon her naked back soon to come.

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Head bowed in shame, to be displayed like a common harlot, her magnificent breasts bared, stripped completely naked to the hips, navel winking lewdly on her heaving belly. She’s unveiled down to the beginning of the crevice of her buttocks, so that the two executioners would have a vast canvas to work with. After all, she is to receive forty lashes! She groans inwardly, knowing that nothing precludes the henchmen from wrapping the long single tailed whips around her unprotected torso, stretched taut at the post. She has no doubt that breasts and belly, ribs and underarms will all be targeted, to the delight of the crowd, all gathered to witness and enjoy the exquisite suffering of a highborn woman … *



* Harsh Martinet
 
Lady Moore is brought to the stand in the town square. Her hopes of not being whipped are dashed as Madame Joan Tree stands by the alternative- the noose awaits her if she does not cooperate!
1700839835484.png It is obvious that Lady Moore needs some persuasion to climb the platform. Complaining clearly does not help, on this occasion! And indeed, the lady that awaits her with the whip in her hands, has a very satisfied grin! :D
 
Day 4


The moment has arrived … the platform beckons.

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Lady Moore kneels atop the platform, her proud bare breasts jutting out arrogantly, drawing a chorus of lewd remarks from the crowd.
The shame and humiliation of this moment are almost as painful as the forty lashes upon her naked back soon to come.

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Head bowed in shame, to be displayed like a common harlot, her magnificent breasts bared, stripped completely naked to the hips, navel winking lewdly on her heaving belly. She’s unveiled down to the beginning of the crevice of her buttocks, so that the two executioners would have a vast canvas to work with. After all, she is to receive forty lashes! She groans inwardly, knowing that nothing precludes the henchmen from wrapping the long single tailed whips around her unprotected torso, stretched taut at the post. She has no doubt that breasts and belly, ribs and underarms will all be targeted, to the delight of the crowd, all gathered to witness and enjoy the exquisite suffering of a highborn woman … *



* Harsh Martinet
In her coach at the edge of the crowd, sat Amelia, Lady Caithness, the doyenne of local society, peering superciliously through her lorgnette. She had waited for this moment for some time. She had wanted Lord Henry Moore to marry her own niece, but he would have none of it, and insisted on marrying the Colonial beauty who had been his mistress.
Barbara had been dismissive of Amelia`s position and influence, but Lord Caithness was chief magistrate, and it was on Amelia`s insistence that the sentence had been doubled to forty lashes and was to be administered in public. The insolent Colonial slut was about to discover just how much influence Amelia actually had.
 
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