At exactly midnight, the curtains were drawn back to reveal a dramatic scene on the well lit stage. Count Istvan and `Sir` were now dressed in Victorian frock coats and top hats and were standing in what was obviously meant to be a prison, given the bars and grey painted walls. Irina Nagy was dressed in a crisp white blouse and long black skirt and was flexing a three foot rattan cane between her strong hands.
However, all eyes soon focussed on the centrepiece of the tableau, Cat-o Nine, the beautiful blonde English girl, was secured stark naked to a heavy wooden frame. She was facing away from the audience, her legs were splayed as wide as they would go, and each ankle was secured to a solid oak leg of the frame, which had the effect of causing her puffy, glistening, shaven labia to part slightly, and give her admirers a tantalising glimpse of the erect clitoris.
Her arms were pulled tightly forward and secured to the front legs of the frame, causing her full, heavy breasts to hang provocatively beneath her chest, making it difficult to imagine a more humiliating position for a woman to find herself in.
Count Istvan took a step forward.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to set the scene for the events you are about to witness. We have regressed one hundred years, and if our young English whore had attempted to ply her trade in our fair city in those days, this would have been her fate. A swift arrest, a brief Court appearance and a stint in the Pest Women`s Reformatory, where she would receive the traditional `Welcome`, two dozen strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks.
Incidentally, the punishment frame to which Cat is secured, is the one actually used in the Pest Reformatory which we were fortunate enough to save on the Reformatory`s closure. The only variation from authenticity here, is the implement which our wardress will use. Two dozen strokes with a penal grade cane could cut a woman`s backside to ribbons, so my sister will employ a light whalebone riding switch in its place, but she is confident that she can make this a salutary experience without doing the young woman any permanent harm.
I would also point out that the proceedings are being videoed and relayed to the large screens above and around you, so please remain in you seats, you will not miss a single lash and the offender`s each and every reaction will be displayed. Thank you, and now over to our Wardress."
With that, The Count and `Sir` left the stage, leaving Irina Nagy very much in charge of proceedings, much to the trembling Cat`s grave concern.
Irina`s first act was to stroll indolently in front of her helpless victim, seize a clump of blonde hair, thrust her switch under Cat`s nose and bark, "Kiss the rod, slut." The hapless Cat was in no position to refuse and meekly pressed her lips to the weapon that, in a few seconds, was going to cause her so much pain.
Irina was in no hurry and positioned herself behind her victim, carefully measuring her distance before delivering a stinging stroke to Cat`s bare flesh. Cat`s reaction was dramatic, she managed to avoid crying out, but her futile attempts to free herself only caused her breasts to jiggle erotically as she threw back her head. She knew she must endure another twenty three strokes, and although she realised that Irina was not putting her full weight behind the switch, she also knew that she would be unable to remain silent for the full tariff. Still, she wouldn`t give the bitch the satisfaction of breaking her yet, though, and she gritted her teeth when the next searing lash burrowed its way into her tender flesh.
So, this fascinating duel progressed, the brave English girl summoning up every ounce of her endurance, with the cruel Hungarian knowing that, despite having to pull her punches, she would inevitably be the winner.
Irina carefully picked her spot for each stroke, and laid a groundwork of a dozen angry red welts across the creamy flesh, but still Cat refused to cry out
The thirteenth was laid on at a slight angle, and had the desired effect,, the English girl let out a sharp cry. The battle was over, the next seven strokes each producing a louder more pitiful cry than its predecessor, the once pristine buttocks were now crisscrossed with an angry tracery of painful red welts. Irina had won, all that remained was to drive home her advantage with the final four lashes and avoid breaking the slut`s skin. She eyed up her target carefully, finding that Cat`s sulcus was as yet unmarked, so she laid a quick salvo of four blistering strokes into a two inch band of previously virgin flesh making the English woman shriek in desperation.
Again she strolled in front of her victim and offered up the switch. "Kiss the rod, slut and thank me for your correction."
The broken woman kissed the switch and muttered "Thank you for punishing me, Ma`am." in abject surrender, before a last spark of defiance produced a "Satisfied now."
"Far from it, I haven`t done with you yet."
Irina bent and briefly released Cat`s wrists from their confinement, allowing her victim to stand upright, before re-securing the wrists to the cross beam over which she had been bent.
"Time to introduce you to my Titty Tickler now."
At this, Irina delved into her skirt pocket and produced a small improvised whip which was made up from four thin leather shoe laces, knotted at three inch intervals and bound at one end with duct tape to form a handle. She then proceeded to whip Cat`s prominent bare breasts, no too hard, but hard enough to leave them covered in thin angry wheals, with the engorged nipples looking particularly sore.
Cat`s cries were pitiful to hear, and she was weeping copiously, long before Irina had finished.
"Just that pretty little pussy to deal with now. The Titty Tickler becomes the Cunt Crusher."
Irina lashed the gaping, wet sex a dozen times, driving the knotted thongs viciously into the tender vulnerable flesh. It was an agonising final ordeal for Cat, and her cries and screams rang round the auditorium particularly when Irina managed to strike the swollen clitoris with a knot.
The curtains closed across the stage to signify the end of the performance and Irina whispered into Cat`s ear "So, the famous Cat-o Nine, legendary receiver of the lash, crying like a baby, and I haven`t used anything serious on you. That`s one legend that has definitely fallen by the wayside."
Later, `Sir` complained to Irina about her severe treatment of his lover, but his protests were waved away nonchalantly.
"She isn`t harmed, just a little gentle play, and a much needed reality check for the young lady. I`ll guarantee she`ll give you the fuck of your life tonight."
She wasn`t wrong.
END.
