JanB2
Assistant executioner
If there was any one picture that epitomizes my hero, St. Agatha awating her breast torture, this would be it it. Thank you, Harsh.
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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
- Thread starter elephas
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Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
It is past 8 am, I heard the chimes from the clock at the front desk several minutes ago. They will be coming for me soon. I am not prepared for this. I don’t know if I ever could be prepared for this. 
I still don’t think I did anything wrong. Isn’t this what any woman would do under the same circumstances.
Jenni has been my best friend ever since we started college two years ago. She was invited to a party by a cute guy who had a cute friend. I agreed to come along. Jenni was right, my date was a real hunk. He must have slipped something into my drink because I hardly remember the party. I don’t have to remember it, I was texted the video about a month later. It was me alright, naked on a bed, being raped by five guys . The only face you could see on the video was mine.
I went to the campus police. The guy I went to the party with was a football player. He had friends on the team that swore that he was with them all night. I had disappeared right after we had walked in, they said. No one was arrested, no trial. They were football players.
I soon found out I was pregnant. The father was one of the five guys that raped me…I don’t want to know who. The new state law says abortions are illegal, for any reason, but I wasn’t going to carry this baby. I went to Mexico…got the abortion. Someone squealed on me, maybe one of my friends. Seems that anyone can turn someone in for getting an abortion, just like Stalinist Russia
I am found guilty. It was one of the bitches down the hall who turned me in. She gets a commendation from the governor and a monetary award. Under the new law, I get 3 months incarceration and I get whipped, 33 strokes at 8:30 this very morning.
I here footsteps, they are coming for me. I am not ready!
I still don’t think I did anything wrong. Isn’t this what any woman would do under the same circumstances.Jenni has been my best friend ever since we started college two years ago. She was invited to a party by a cute guy who had a cute friend. I agreed to come along. Jenni was right, my date was a real hunk. He must have slipped something into my drink because I hardly remember the party. I don’t have to remember it, I was texted the video about a month later. It was me alright, naked on a bed, being raped by five guys . The only face you could see on the video was mine.
I went to the campus police. The guy I went to the party with was a football player. He had friends on the team that swore that he was with them all night. I had disappeared right after we had walked in, they said. No one was arrested, no trial. They were football players.
I soon found out I was pregnant. The father was one of the five guys that raped me…I don’t want to know who. The new state law says abortions are illegal, for any reason, but I wasn’t going to carry this baby. I went to Mexico…got the abortion. Someone squealed on me, maybe one of my friends. Seems that anyone can turn someone in for getting an abortion, just like Stalinist Russia
I am found guilty. It was one of the bitches down the hall who turned me in. She gets a commendation from the governor and a monetary award. Under the new law, I get 3 months incarceration and I get whipped, 33 strokes at 8:30 this very morning.
I here footsteps, they are coming for me. I am not ready!
elephas
Senator
elephas
Senator
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Love these pics.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
About to be taken to the whipping post.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Their public punishment will be carried out in a few hours...but no amount of suffering will change their feelings. They will spend the remaining time comforting each other... unrepentant.... deeply in love.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
With grim acceptance she is brought out to the courtyard where the whipping post awaits her. She tries not to think about the forty lashes that will soon stripe her bare back.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Her defiant attitude will soon be corrected once she's stripped to her hips, fastened to the post and the cat delivers her sentence of fifty lashes upon her naked back.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Only now does she take notice of the wicked little teeth that line the top of the wooden horse she's about to mount....to endure a ride of four turns of the glass. Are those weights meant for HER ankles....while she rides???
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Each will have her turn in the square today.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Spending a long night of solitary contemplation in her cell, alone with her thoughts, knowing what awaits her in the morning, when she's brought to the square to pay for her misdeeds.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Little do they know that they've been betrayed, that their dalliance is about to be interrupted by a knock at the door. They'll be led off in chains to be put on trial, found guilty of gender treason and sentenced to public shaming and punishment in the square on market day.
Will their Sapphic love withstand their whipping as they ride face to face astride the wooden horse?
Cran
Governor
I like the before after aspect of the pictures.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
I hadn’t even considered the possibility. He was just a guy, a guy who had an endless supply of drugs and a shitload of money. It wasn’t hard to gravitate towards him. Jamal was gorgeous and he knew it. I was no slacker in the looks department so it seemed like karma that we began hooking up. This was the first time since I arrived in this small town in south eastern Alabama that I was actually enjoying myself. Teaching English to a bunch of school kids who weren’t really interested was not what I would call a dream job. The night life wasn’t too stimulating here either unless you were able to get in with the right crowd. It seemed Ike I hit the mother-load with Jamal and his friends.
Coming from the Liberal Northeast, I had no issue with Jamal and his friends being black. I was tall with dark hair that reached down past my shoulders, my complexion was light with a little tan, my boobs weren’t huge but they were firm and they weren’t fake.
All the other teachers at the school knew about Jamal and I but nobody really said anything to me, at least no to my face anyway. I never asked Jamal about how me made his money, I just enjoyed the ride. Then one of the boys on the highs school football team overdosed at a party after a Friday night game.
Thats when everything changed for Me and Jamal. That’s when I found out for sure how he made all that money. Jamal and his friends were all arrested. It seems the kid that overdosed was from a very rich and influential family and now all of a sudden the police weren’t looking the other way. One of the other female teachers shared the fact with the police that Jamal and I were getting it on. I wasn’t arrested I didn’t have anything that do with the drugs.
Late that same night I was awoken by a commotion outside the country house I rented. There was a burning cross on my lawn along with twenty or more hooded men wearing white robes . Before I could call for help several of the robed men came crashing through my door and grabbed me. I was dragged outside in my nightgown and made to kneel in front of the burning cross. “ Lisa Carter, a jury of your peers has found you guilty of consorting with a black man. We sentence you to 50 lashes with the bullwhip , a painful lesson that you will not soon forget.” They tore my nightgown from my body and held my arms as I knelt before them totally naked.
I prayed as they threw a rope over a tree limb and lied the end to my wrists. Suddenly I could feel my arms pulled upward and soon I found myself stretched taught, my toes barely touching the ground. A robed man stepped behind me “
You count the strokes. Count real loud for me girl. If you mess up we start all over again.”
Coming from the Liberal Northeast, I had no issue with Jamal and his friends being black. I was tall with dark hair that reached down past my shoulders, my complexion was light with a little tan, my boobs weren’t huge but they were firm and they weren’t fake.
All the other teachers at the school knew about Jamal and I but nobody really said anything to me, at least no to my face anyway. I never asked Jamal about how me made his money, I just enjoyed the ride. Then one of the boys on the highs school football team overdosed at a party after a Friday night game.Thats when everything changed for Me and Jamal. That’s when I found out for sure how he made all that money. Jamal and his friends were all arrested. It seems the kid that overdosed was from a very rich and influential family and now all of a sudden the police weren’t looking the other way. One of the other female teachers shared the fact with the police that Jamal and I were getting it on. I wasn’t arrested I didn’t have anything that do with the drugs.
Late that same night I was awoken by a commotion outside the country house I rented. There was a burning cross on my lawn along with twenty or more hooded men wearing white robes . Before I could call for help several of the robed men came crashing through my door and grabbed me. I was dragged outside in my nightgown and made to kneel in front of the burning cross. “ Lisa Carter, a jury of your peers has found you guilty of consorting with a black man. We sentence you to 50 lashes with the bullwhip , a painful lesson that you will not soon forget.” They tore my nightgown from my body and held my arms as I knelt before them totally naked.
I prayed as they threw a rope over a tree limb and lied the end to my wrists. Suddenly I could feel my arms pulled upward and soon I found myself stretched taught, my toes barely touching the ground. A robed man stepped behind me “ You count the strokes. Count real loud for me girl. If you mess up we start all over again.”
The Beast
Governor
Great topic. Girl flogged by Ku-klux-Klan (or as part of a cult) is another thread I really enjoy reading about.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Excellent illustrations!
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Especially her!
cascandi
Onlooker
After the prisoner, that is sentenced to judicial caning, is required to remove all clothing, jewelry, any other items from their body, they are subject to strip search, after which, they are put into the holding cell. In this cell, they are to expect their turn for a medical check and the subsequent punishment. Although the waiting time normally averages at 2-3 hours, on a busy day it may be much longer. According to regulation, if waiting time exceeds 12 hours, the prisoner is to be given their clothing back and returned to the jail cell, and the punishment to be rescheduled for another day. Not more than one toilet visit is allowed during the holding time. The ambient temperature in the holding cell (as well as in the judicial punishment chamber) is mandated to be not higher than 15 degrees Celsius (60 degrees F) as a mean of suppression. The prisoner must be handcuffed and shackled. They are allowed to wear rubber footwear during this time. Any other elements of clothing or items to provide any cover are specifically prohibited in a holding cell.
