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The Misadventures of Barbara Moore.
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Such a versatile piece of `furniture`, its occupant can be secured face up or face down, and she is immediately sexually available in all three orifices. Alternatively, she can receive virtually all forms of corporal punishment, across any part of her body, including branding. A masterpiece of design.
Pippajayne
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Big thanks to you both Eulalia and Twonines. Yes this breeding frame sure looks like the business. Well, I find it exciting, Meanwhile a quick trip back in time to the start of lovely Barbara's ordeal.
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CondemnedKat
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Love that. My big fantasy when masturbating is a tied or restrained gangbang. Being breed by a large team of men one after the other so this pic really does it for me.
BTW anyone who wants to chat privately so PM me. I’m back on the forum and looking private role play or discussion friends. (Mid 40s soccer mom type)
Striped
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Twonines that is one hell of a hot story. The corporal punishment scenes in particular
I found the corporal punishment scenes in the story very erotic as I did in the stories by Windar and Barbaria.
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twonines
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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twonines
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The clue was in its title "The Katanga Prison for Women."It´s still an amazing story.
The only sad thing is, that this Katanga-prison obviously was an all-female prison. And that Jensen hasn´t been raped...
but who knows... maybe she can find a way to be sent to any other only-male prison..
Thank you for this story to @twonines anyway. Great job! Kisses....
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It is finished.
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THE REPRIEVE.
Professor Barbara Moore, happy with her extended tenure at the University, and able to lead a fulfilling social life as a result of her vastly improved financial circumstances, was finding, rather strangely, that she was less active sexually than she had been for several years, despite there being no diminution of her considerable libido, or any conscious desire on her part to remain celibate.
However, she was finding that she was indulging more and more in a rich vein of erotic masochistic fantasies, fuelled by a combination of her experiences at Premium Fantasy, reading bdsm stories on a certain web site, of which she was a prominent member, and a very active and vivid imagination.
At Premium Fantasy, she had paid handsomely for the privilege of being arrested and humiliatingly strip searched, submitted to savage beatings with both an authentic prison strap and a heavy penal grade cane and undergone a cruel interrogation as a prisoner of Isis, all of these experiences serving to stimulate her imagination and produce a basis for her masturbatory activities and a series of highly erotic dreams.
She still could not understand why she, a confirmed feminist and champion of women`s rights, should be so fixated with and aroused by her own humiliation and painful suffering, at least in her imagination, although she was reluctant to share her thoughts with any of her lovers of either sex.
Whenever she thought about her humiliating and painful punishments, she found herself fully aroused within seconds, nipples and clitoris erect and the tell tale moisture forming between her legs.
Although she had determined that she was not going to use Premium Fantasy again, whenever she received one of their messages outlining the many and various painful and humiliating scenarios they were proposing, she studied them avidly.
After reading "Nell in Bridewell" she was particularly fascinated with women and girls being incarcerated in strict penal establishments and suffering severe corporal punishment, both on admittance and during their period of confinement, imagining herself to be one of their number.
So, "Welcome to Bridewell" and "Rebellion in the Reformatory" both touched a nerve, as they involved a severe thrashing with a birch rod, an implement which Barbara had never experienced, but which she had a secret hankering to test herself against, and learn how she would respond to this new and unfamiliar experience.
Despite her curiosity, she managed to resist the temptation to sign up for another painful session.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious apartment in the most expensive part of the city, Gordon and Ethne Maxwell, a married couple who were both multi millionaires in their own rights, were involved in discussions with Premium Fantasy. The couple were both sadists, and had enjoyed indulging themselves in staged punishments of obliging young women, conducted through the auspices of Premium Fantasy in their secret location.
What really turned the couple on was for Ethne to flog a pretty young woman while Gordon watched. They only wanted to punish women who were able to endure the severest of beatings and were not reluctant to writhe and scream under the lash.
The pair, although American, were of Scots heritage and were fascinated by Scottish history. They had recently become obsessed by the story of Lady Sophia Lindsay, a Scottish aristocrat who had engineered the daring escape of her father in law, the Marquis of Argyll, from Edinburgh Castle in 1681.
The Privy Council in Scotland had vindictively demanded that this brave Lady should be whipped at the cart`s tail through the streets of Edinburgh as if she were a common whore.
Lady Sophia`s punishment was commuted by James, Duke of York, the King`s brother, and there were stories that the Duke had insisted that she was birched in the privacy of the Tolbooth where she was detained. These stories were of course only rumours, but had gained some credence.
The Maxwells wished to re-enact the scene of Lady Sophia`s birching, and were prepared to pay whatever it took, if Premium were prepared to arrange it for them. However, they insisted that the role of lady Sophia should not be undertaken by a professional spanking model but a woman who had the right aristocratic bearing and the ability to withstand the birch rod.
TBC.
Professor Barbara Moore, happy with her extended tenure at the University, and able to lead a fulfilling social life as a result of her vastly improved financial circumstances, was finding, rather strangely, that she was less active sexually than she had been for several years, despite there being no diminution of her considerable libido, or any conscious desire on her part to remain celibate.
However, she was finding that she was indulging more and more in a rich vein of erotic masochistic fantasies, fuelled by a combination of her experiences at Premium Fantasy, reading bdsm stories on a certain web site, of which she was a prominent member, and a very active and vivid imagination.
At Premium Fantasy, she had paid handsomely for the privilege of being arrested and humiliatingly strip searched, submitted to savage beatings with both an authentic prison strap and a heavy penal grade cane and undergone a cruel interrogation as a prisoner of Isis, all of these experiences serving to stimulate her imagination and produce a basis for her masturbatory activities and a series of highly erotic dreams.
She still could not understand why she, a confirmed feminist and champion of women`s rights, should be so fixated with and aroused by her own humiliation and painful suffering, at least in her imagination, although she was reluctant to share her thoughts with any of her lovers of either sex.
Whenever she thought about her humiliating and painful punishments, she found herself fully aroused within seconds, nipples and clitoris erect and the tell tale moisture forming between her legs.
Although she had determined that she was not going to use Premium Fantasy again, whenever she received one of their messages outlining the many and various painful and humiliating scenarios they were proposing, she studied them avidly.
After reading "Nell in Bridewell" she was particularly fascinated with women and girls being incarcerated in strict penal establishments and suffering severe corporal punishment, both on admittance and during their period of confinement, imagining herself to be one of their number.
So, "Welcome to Bridewell" and "Rebellion in the Reformatory" both touched a nerve, as they involved a severe thrashing with a birch rod, an implement which Barbara had never experienced, but which she had a secret hankering to test herself against, and learn how she would respond to this new and unfamiliar experience.
Despite her curiosity, she managed to resist the temptation to sign up for another painful session.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious apartment in the most expensive part of the city, Gordon and Ethne Maxwell, a married couple who were both multi millionaires in their own rights, were involved in discussions with Premium Fantasy. The couple were both sadists, and had enjoyed indulging themselves in staged punishments of obliging young women, conducted through the auspices of Premium Fantasy in their secret location.
What really turned the couple on was for Ethne to flog a pretty young woman while Gordon watched. They only wanted to punish women who were able to endure the severest of beatings and were not reluctant to writhe and scream under the lash.
The pair, although American, were of Scots heritage and were fascinated by Scottish history. They had recently become obsessed by the story of Lady Sophia Lindsay, a Scottish aristocrat who had engineered the daring escape of her father in law, the Marquis of Argyll, from Edinburgh Castle in 1681.
The Privy Council in Scotland had vindictively demanded that this brave Lady should be whipped at the cart`s tail through the streets of Edinburgh as if she were a common whore.
Lady Sophia`s punishment was commuted by James, Duke of York, the King`s brother, and there were stories that the Duke had insisted that she was birched in the privacy of the Tolbooth where she was detained. These stories were of course only rumours, but had gained some credence.
The Maxwells wished to re-enact the scene of Lady Sophia`s birching, and were prepared to pay whatever it took, if Premium were prepared to arrange it for them. However, they insisted that the role of lady Sophia should not be undertaken by a professional spanking model but a woman who had the right aristocratic bearing and the ability to withstand the birch rod.
TBC.
twonines
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Barbara Moore`s sex life had taken a turn for the better, at least, temporarily, she had started a liaison with a 45 year old divorced male Professor of Economics from the University. He was tall, handsome and erudite, a charming dinner party companion and a virile, but gentle and considerate lover.
For several weeks their affair continued successfully, but beneath the surface, Barb`s inner masochist was bubbling away.
Was she really satisfied with this vanilla relationship?
She still had the feeling that she hankered for a lover, who, in response to her occasional feisty tantrum, would turn her over his knee and beat her bare bottom before throwing her onto the bed, and not making love, but thoroughly fucking her.
To be honest, she was not sure how she would react if this actually took place in reality, but as she didn`t feel capable of discussing the issue with her lover, the relationship slowly withered and the couple drifted apart.
It was while Barbara was recovering from the fall out from the break up that she received the message from Premium Fantasy.
"We notice that you have visited our web site several times to view our experiences featuring the birch rod, Such as "Welcome to Bridewell" and "Rebellion in the Reformatory" and that you have submitted yourself to both the strap and the cane on previous occasions and demonstrated your capability to withstand the severest level of punishment.
It is, with this in mind, that we can offer you a unique opportunity. We have two very wealthy clients, whose fantasy it is to re-enact the birching of Lady Sophia Lindsay in the Tolbooth in Edinburgh in 1681. These clients do not wish to engage a professional to take Lady Sophia`s role, but require a refined, elegant woman, more in keeping with her aristocratic status, and above all, capable of taking twenty four strokes of the birch on her bare buttocks.
At this stage, we must point out that the birch rod that is to be used will not be the heavy reformatory grade model, but the spray birch, a bundle of slim budded birch twigs such as those used to impose domestic discipline in the seventeenth century.
We believe you are the ideal candidate for this role, and what is more there is a fee of $----------- involved.
Although it would not be historically accurate, in order to disguise the identities of the participants, masks will be worn.
We keenly anticipate a positive reply as soon as you are able."
Barb was staggered when she received Premium`s message, firstly, at the thought of receiving two dozen with the birch, but secondly, at the staggering amount of money on offer. Her first inclination was to reject their proposition out of hand. Could she stand the pain? Was she comfortable accepting money for indulging her own and someone else`s fantasies?
She was also intrigued with the story and immediately started to research Lady Sophia`s background.
She discovered that Sophia was the daughter-in-law of the Marquis of Argyll and had been caught up in the events that took place in Scotland in the years after the Restoration of the Monarchy.
The newly restored Royalists were anxious to wreak vengeance on the supporters of the Commonwealth, and this, combined with the traditional feuding between the clans, had made existence fraught for the Marquis, but he had survived for twenty years before prevaricating over taking the notorious "Test" and having a draconian death sentence imposed by the Privy Council.
He was lodged in Edinburgh Castle awaiting his execution. Lady Sophia arranged to visit him, accompanied by a page of the same height as the Marquis and managed to engineer the substitution and subsequent escape.
The Marquis was safely in the Netherlands before the authorities could respond
Barbara couldn`t help but feel a strange affinity with Lady Sophia, a brave and resourceful woman, with whom she felt she had a great deal in common.
The Privy Council were furious, but strangely released the page and concentrated their fury on Lady Sophia herself.
The thirty two year old aristocrat was not lodged in Edinburgh Castle, but in the Tolbooth with the more common type of criminal, with the recommendation that she be stripped to the waist and whipped at the cart`s tail through the streets of Edinburgh. Some Council members even demanding that she receive her punishment naked like a common whore.
Barbara established that Lady Sophia was in fact interviewed in the Tolbooth by James, Duke of York, the brother of King Charles the Second. and shortly afterwards quietly allowed to return home to her family. There was no recorded evidence that she was birched, or received any other form of punishment, but her release and subsequent freedom, without any apparent form of sanction, appeared strange, given James` well documented hatred of Protestants and any anti-Catholic sentiment. Perhaps the rumoured birching took place after all.
Whether it was a backlash from her failed romance, her feeling of connection to Lady Sophia, the fact that she was itching for a new adventure or even the handsome remuneration, which would enable her to upgrade her flights and accommodation during her upcoming visit to the UK to trace her ancestry, Barbara wasn`t sure, but she found herself responding to Premium Fantasy and accepting their offer.
TBC.
For several weeks their affair continued successfully, but beneath the surface, Barb`s inner masochist was bubbling away.
Was she really satisfied with this vanilla relationship?
She still had the feeling that she hankered for a lover, who, in response to her occasional feisty tantrum, would turn her over his knee and beat her bare bottom before throwing her onto the bed, and not making love, but thoroughly fucking her.
To be honest, she was not sure how she would react if this actually took place in reality, but as she didn`t feel capable of discussing the issue with her lover, the relationship slowly withered and the couple drifted apart.
It was while Barbara was recovering from the fall out from the break up that she received the message from Premium Fantasy.
"We notice that you have visited our web site several times to view our experiences featuring the birch rod, Such as "Welcome to Bridewell" and "Rebellion in the Reformatory" and that you have submitted yourself to both the strap and the cane on previous occasions and demonstrated your capability to withstand the severest level of punishment.
It is, with this in mind, that we can offer you a unique opportunity. We have two very wealthy clients, whose fantasy it is to re-enact the birching of Lady Sophia Lindsay in the Tolbooth in Edinburgh in 1681. These clients do not wish to engage a professional to take Lady Sophia`s role, but require a refined, elegant woman, more in keeping with her aristocratic status, and above all, capable of taking twenty four strokes of the birch on her bare buttocks.
At this stage, we must point out that the birch rod that is to be used will not be the heavy reformatory grade model, but the spray birch, a bundle of slim budded birch twigs such as those used to impose domestic discipline in the seventeenth century.
We believe you are the ideal candidate for this role, and what is more there is a fee of $----------- involved.
Although it would not be historically accurate, in order to disguise the identities of the participants, masks will be worn.
We keenly anticipate a positive reply as soon as you are able."
Barb was staggered when she received Premium`s message, firstly, at the thought of receiving two dozen with the birch, but secondly, at the staggering amount of money on offer. Her first inclination was to reject their proposition out of hand. Could she stand the pain? Was she comfortable accepting money for indulging her own and someone else`s fantasies?
She was also intrigued with the story and immediately started to research Lady Sophia`s background.
She discovered that Sophia was the daughter-in-law of the Marquis of Argyll and had been caught up in the events that took place in Scotland in the years after the Restoration of the Monarchy.
The newly restored Royalists were anxious to wreak vengeance on the supporters of the Commonwealth, and this, combined with the traditional feuding between the clans, had made existence fraught for the Marquis, but he had survived for twenty years before prevaricating over taking the notorious "Test" and having a draconian death sentence imposed by the Privy Council.
He was lodged in Edinburgh Castle awaiting his execution. Lady Sophia arranged to visit him, accompanied by a page of the same height as the Marquis and managed to engineer the substitution and subsequent escape.
The Marquis was safely in the Netherlands before the authorities could respond
Barbara couldn`t help but feel a strange affinity with Lady Sophia, a brave and resourceful woman, with whom she felt she had a great deal in common.
The Privy Council were furious, but strangely released the page and concentrated their fury on Lady Sophia herself.
The thirty two year old aristocrat was not lodged in Edinburgh Castle, but in the Tolbooth with the more common type of criminal, with the recommendation that she be stripped to the waist and whipped at the cart`s tail through the streets of Edinburgh. Some Council members even demanding that she receive her punishment naked like a common whore.
Barbara established that Lady Sophia was in fact interviewed in the Tolbooth by James, Duke of York, the brother of King Charles the Second. and shortly afterwards quietly allowed to return home to her family. There was no recorded evidence that she was birched, or received any other form of punishment, but her release and subsequent freedom, without any apparent form of sanction, appeared strange, given James` well documented hatred of Protestants and any anti-Catholic sentiment. Perhaps the rumoured birching took place after all.
Whether it was a backlash from her failed romance, her feeling of connection to Lady Sophia, the fact that she was itching for a new adventure or even the handsome remuneration, which would enable her to upgrade her flights and accommodation during her upcoming visit to the UK to trace her ancestry, Barbara wasn`t sure, but she found herself responding to Premium Fantasy and accepting their offer.
TBC.
twonines
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Once Premium Fantasy had received confirmation from Barbara Moore that she was willing to play the role of Lady Sophia Lindsay in the Maxwell`s fantasy, they sprang into action with their usual efficiency.
There were contracts and disclaimers to be arranged and signed, costumes to be decided on and procured, Jacobean furniture to be designed and manufactured by their in house carpenter, a supply of suitable birch twigs to be purchased and a host of other minor, but important details to be attended to. After all, this was by far their most lucrative commission to date, fortunately, Moore`s hefty reward was being provided by the Maxwells as an addition to the normal fee.
The arrangements proceeded smoothly, and soon Gordon and Ethne Maxwell received their costumes. His an elegant laced trimmed shirt, a frock coat, knee breeches, stockings and smart heeled shoes with polished steel buckles, all to be topped by a long curled black seventeenth century style wig. In fact, everything necessary to equip him to portray James, Duke of York
Ethne`s role was to play Mistress Ogilvie, wife of the Tolbooth`s Constable, so her costume was much more simple, a peasant style blouse with a long skirt and woollen bodice which she noted had been cleverly cut to give her freedom to wield the birch when the time came.
Premium Fantasy had also provided her with a couple of spray birches with which to practise her swing, advising her to keep them soaked in water.
Ethne wasted no time, she set a pillow on an old saw horse in their basement and started to refine her technique immediately. She persisted , and after a few days, she was confident that she could deliver powerful, accurate strokes on a consistent basis.
She idly wondered who would play the Lady Sophia role, and what sort of woman she was, probably some sort of masochist, well whoever she was, Ethne intended to make sure she was very sore and sorry when she had finished with her, and that she had earned every cent of the exorbitant sum she was being paid.
Barbara Moore received her costume in a very small parcel by recorded delivery, and opened it to find a very short chemise woven from the finest cotton, with a low scooping neckline which was edged with Cambrai lace, as was the rather full hem.
After taking her evening shower, Barb tried on the flimsy garment and looked at her reflection in her double full length mirrors. She was not surprised at the image which greeted her, the truncated chemise revealed a fair amount of Barb`s full firm breasts and her prominent nipples were thrusting proudly through the thin material, but it was its length which was her main concern, at the most, it only reached about six inches below her shaven labia, and this meant, that combined with its fulness, she was in serious danger of flashing her pussy if she wasn`t extremely careful how she moved.
Barb, of course, realised that the garment was specifically designed to emphasise her femininity and extreme vulnerability, and had to admit that it served its purpose perfectly.
All too soon, the day of the re-enactment came round and Barb, once again found herself waiting on the sidewalk outside her apartment for the arrival of the dreaded black SUV. She did not have to wait long. It duly arrived and she was quickly bundled inside by the large mixed race woman who had strip searched and twice flogged her both with the strap and the cane.
"Here, put this on Honey."
Barb was mildly surprised at the polite friendly tone, and obediently fitted the black opaque hood over her head. This time she wasn`t restrained in any way and sat back while the vehicle made its way to its secret location. On arrival, she was escorted to a small comfortable dressing room and allowed to remove the hood.
"Just get undressed, Honey, and put on your costume please. When you are ready, please put on this mask to safeguard your identity. You`ll be collected in a few minutes."
At that, the amazon left Barb to her own devices. Barb quickly removed her coat, dress, hold ups, shoes and underwear which she folded, and hung neatly in the small wardrobe provided, and donned the flimsy chemise and mask, becoming aware that in a few moments she would probably be at the mercy of a bunch of sadists and that she must present the ideal subject for their cruelty.
She didn`t have to wait long. In a few moments she was joined by a man and woman in seventeenth century dress, the man was unmasked and was relatively undistinguished. Barb guessed he was a regular employee of Premium, but it was the masked woman to whom Barb`s attention was drawn, she was three or four inches taller than Barb, and probably a few years older, but even wearing the mask, she exuded an aura of power, without doubt, an alpha female if ever there was one.
"I am Robert Ogilvie, Constable of the Tolbooth, and this is my wife.
Lady Sophia Lindsay, His Grace the Duke of York demands that you come before his presence. Follow us."
Barb followed the couple into another room, where sat on a large throne like chair was the man, who judging by his wig, clothing and mask was obviously the man playing James, Duke of York. The room itself was panelled in dark oak, and there was a low chest of the same wood, but more to the point, Barb`s eye was caught by the two coopered buckets, each containing a budded birch rod soaking in a solution of brine, and which she was only too aware, would in a few moments be causing her a great deal of pain.
As she approached the seated man, she was aware that her movements were causing her short full chemise to sway , God knows what the "Duke" could see, although she quickly realised that in a few moments he would probably be seeing a great deal more.
"The Lady Sophia Lindsay, Your Grace."
Barb curtseyed as she had been instructed, not an easy move to achieve gracefully, when only wearing a flimsy short chemise, and the seated man was presented with a brief, but uninterrupted view of her unfettered breasts.
"So, you are the daughter-in-law of the traitorous Argyll."
"I am the Marquis of Argyll`s daughter-in-law, Sir."
"You realise that it is the wish of the Privy Council that you should be whipped at the cart`s tail for your part in enabling the rogue to escape?
Well, I have decided that an aristocratic lady, a member of one of Scotland`s most noble families should not be publicly flogged like a common whore."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"Do not be too eager with your thanks, madam, you will not escape your thoroughly deserved punishment. Mistress Ogilvie here has raised two daughters and is a dab hand with a birch rod. She will deliver two dozen strokes to your rebellious back side, and I trust she won`t spare the rod.
For the next several minutes you are under Mistress Ogilvie`s direct instruction, and will obey her every command immediately and without question. Do
you understand?
"Yes your Grace."
"Mistress Ogilvie, do you duty."
The commanding woman stood in front of Lady Sophia and looked her up and down.
"Please remove your shift, Your Ladyship."
This instruction came as a something of a surprise to Barb who had assumed that when she was bent over she would be sufficiently exposed for her beating.
"You heard His Grace, I expect instant obedience. Get that chemise off NOW."
There was no use prevaricating, Barb pulled the skimpy garment over her head and stood naked in front of the fully clothed trio.
"Better, M`Lady, now kneel on the wooden chest and place you palms flat on the floor."
Her victim obeyed, trying not to spread her knees too wide, and keeping her hands close to the front edge of the wooden chest.
"Dear me, you are not getting away with that, Your Ladyship. Spread those knees much wider, and move you hands forward and further apart."
This had the effect Mistress Ogilvie was seeking, in addition to transferring all the naked woman`s weight forward onto her hands and forearms, making it virtually impossible for her to rise from her position unaided, the widely spread knees caused the shaven outer labia to part provocatively, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the now rapidly moistening inner labia and the erect pink clitoris. She glanced knowingly at her husband, both of them thinking that in the seventeenth century, it is unlikely that real Lady Sophia would have shaved her pubic hair, so this lewd display was something of a bonus.
She idly wondered whether the naked woman spread out before them at their mercy was known to them socially, it was impossible to tell with her features hidden by her mask. Ironically Barbara Moore, despite her desperate predicament, was thinking along the same lines.
"So, our pretty little traitress is now properly prepared, give her two dozen Mistress Ogilvie, and lay them on with a will. Make sure she feels every single one."
"As Your Grace commands."
The tall commanding woman selected a birch rod from one of the brine filled wooden buckets, and shook the excess moisture away before moving behind and to the left of Lady Sophia. She raised her strong right arm and then lashed the rod down onto the unprotected flesh so perfectly presented for her.
To her credit, Barb/ Lady Sophia did not cry out, but she exhaled loudly and writhed in pain, giving Gordon/The Duke a wonderfully unimpaired display of her exposed sex.
For Barb, her first lash with a spray birch was somewhat puzzling, it lacked the heavy impact of the prison strap or the searing bite of the cane, it was more like the sting of a hundred angry insects. People had told her that the birch was the most feared of implements, but she had suffered worse.
Before she could rationalise any further, the second stroke spread its angry tentacles across her bare flesh, causing her to wriggle her smarting backside again.
The third and fourth lashes fell in quick succession, bringing grunts of pain and causing their recipient to realise that one of the effects of a birching was that the pain grew cumulatively. By the time number twelve had been delivered, Lady Sophia was sobbing and crying out in despair at each lash, her buttocks were red and swollen, peppered with little purple bruises where the buds had impacted.
The Duke of York was entranced by the spectacle, clutching his rampant erection and wishing he could thrust it into Lady Sophia`s gaping pussy.
Mistress Ogilvie, however, was only just hitting her stride, she discarded the first birch in favour of the unused second, shortening the next two strokes so that the budded twigs landed directly on the puffy wet labia, wringing gut wrenching screams from the victim. Ethne was so glad that she had spent all that time whipping the pillow, developing her control, power and accuracy, and she was revelling in her power over this helpless woman, with whom she was far from finished. She sent the next two lashes cutting into the area of Lady Sophia`s sulcus and upper thighs, producing more screams and a band of fresh, throbbing pain, before laying two more savage strokes onto exposed vulva.
She stood back to admire her handiwork. Lady Sophia`s buttocks were bruised and swollen, with pieces of broken birch twig embedded in the flesh and tiny beads of blood oozing from some of the marks left by the larger buds, but it was the state of the woman`s sex which gave her the most satisfaction, the labia were bruised and purple with the clitoris raw and the colour of a ripe cherry.
She now had just six strokes left with which to wreak further havoc, which is exactly what she did, putting every ounce of her strength into each blow, two more of which were directed onto the tortured pussy, inducing howls of agony from the hapless victim.
"Two dozen. Well laid on. I hope it meets with Your Grace`s approval."
"It certainly does, Mistress Ogilvie, you have indeed given the traitress a well deserved thrashing."
That was the conclusion of the formal proceedings. The Maxwells arranged to be left alone in a private room where they indulged in the most active and satisfying sex they had enjoyed for years.
Meanwhile, the hapless Barbara Moore was helped to her feet and guided to Premium`s well equipped Medical room, where she laid face down on a couch while a female doctor carefully extracted the embedded pieces of broken birch, then gently applied the mildest of analgesic ointments to the bruised and tortured flesh. After an hour`s rest, a hot sweet drink and two tablets to ease her pain, Barb was ready to dress, although she studiously avoided putting her panties and hose on.
Within an hour, she had been dropped off outside her apartment, limped stiffly to the elevator and into the safety of home, where she ran herself a warm bath laced with witch hazel, in which she was soon relaxing as best she could, sipping a generous glass of Riesling. She was determined this time that she would never again allow herself to be subjected to such a terrible ordeal, although she still found that when she thought about it in detail, she immediately became aroused.
Although she had found the cumulative effect of her birching so painful and humiliating, she actually discovered that she recovered much more quickly than she had done from the strap or the cane. No doubt this was due to the fact the light weight twigs, although imparting a fierce sting, did not cause deep seated bruising. Her mistreated labia and clitoris took the longest to recover, but in three or four weeks she was as good as new.
END.
EPILOGUE.
Barbara Moore had travelled to the UK to study her genealogy, making use of the money received from Premium Fantasy to upgrade her flights and hotels.
Today, she was being given a guided tour of Edinburgh by Eulalia, one of her fellow moderators on THAT site.
Barbara had asked Eul for some help in tracing her Scots ancestors, which had been generously given, and the two friends, although they had not previously met physically, found they got on like a house on fire.
AS Eulalia pointed out the Tolbooth, Barb found that her buttocks developed an involuntary twitch, her nipples and clitoris became erect and she was suddenly aware of that familiar moisture between her legs.
There were contracts and disclaimers to be arranged and signed, costumes to be decided on and procured, Jacobean furniture to be designed and manufactured by their in house carpenter, a supply of suitable birch twigs to be purchased and a host of other minor, but important details to be attended to. After all, this was by far their most lucrative commission to date, fortunately, Moore`s hefty reward was being provided by the Maxwells as an addition to the normal fee.
The arrangements proceeded smoothly, and soon Gordon and Ethne Maxwell received their costumes. His an elegant laced trimmed shirt, a frock coat, knee breeches, stockings and smart heeled shoes with polished steel buckles, all to be topped by a long curled black seventeenth century style wig. In fact, everything necessary to equip him to portray James, Duke of York
Ethne`s role was to play Mistress Ogilvie, wife of the Tolbooth`s Constable, so her costume was much more simple, a peasant style blouse with a long skirt and woollen bodice which she noted had been cleverly cut to give her freedom to wield the birch when the time came.
Premium Fantasy had also provided her with a couple of spray birches with which to practise her swing, advising her to keep them soaked in water.
Ethne wasted no time, she set a pillow on an old saw horse in their basement and started to refine her technique immediately. She persisted , and after a few days, she was confident that she could deliver powerful, accurate strokes on a consistent basis.
She idly wondered who would play the Lady Sophia role, and what sort of woman she was, probably some sort of masochist, well whoever she was, Ethne intended to make sure she was very sore and sorry when she had finished with her, and that she had earned every cent of the exorbitant sum she was being paid.
Barbara Moore received her costume in a very small parcel by recorded delivery, and opened it to find a very short chemise woven from the finest cotton, with a low scooping neckline which was edged with Cambrai lace, as was the rather full hem.
After taking her evening shower, Barb tried on the flimsy garment and looked at her reflection in her double full length mirrors. She was not surprised at the image which greeted her, the truncated chemise revealed a fair amount of Barb`s full firm breasts and her prominent nipples were thrusting proudly through the thin material, but it was its length which was her main concern, at the most, it only reached about six inches below her shaven labia, and this meant, that combined with its fulness, she was in serious danger of flashing her pussy if she wasn`t extremely careful how she moved.
Barb, of course, realised that the garment was specifically designed to emphasise her femininity and extreme vulnerability, and had to admit that it served its purpose perfectly.
All too soon, the day of the re-enactment came round and Barb, once again found herself waiting on the sidewalk outside her apartment for the arrival of the dreaded black SUV. She did not have to wait long. It duly arrived and she was quickly bundled inside by the large mixed race woman who had strip searched and twice flogged her both with the strap and the cane.
"Here, put this on Honey."
Barb was mildly surprised at the polite friendly tone, and obediently fitted the black opaque hood over her head. This time she wasn`t restrained in any way and sat back while the vehicle made its way to its secret location. On arrival, she was escorted to a small comfortable dressing room and allowed to remove the hood.
"Just get undressed, Honey, and put on your costume please. When you are ready, please put on this mask to safeguard your identity. You`ll be collected in a few minutes."
At that, the amazon left Barb to her own devices. Barb quickly removed her coat, dress, hold ups, shoes and underwear which she folded, and hung neatly in the small wardrobe provided, and donned the flimsy chemise and mask, becoming aware that in a few moments she would probably be at the mercy of a bunch of sadists and that she must present the ideal subject for their cruelty.
She didn`t have to wait long. In a few moments she was joined by a man and woman in seventeenth century dress, the man was unmasked and was relatively undistinguished. Barb guessed he was a regular employee of Premium, but it was the masked woman to whom Barb`s attention was drawn, she was three or four inches taller than Barb, and probably a few years older, but even wearing the mask, she exuded an aura of power, without doubt, an alpha female if ever there was one.
"I am Robert Ogilvie, Constable of the Tolbooth, and this is my wife.
Lady Sophia Lindsay, His Grace the Duke of York demands that you come before his presence. Follow us."
Barb followed the couple into another room, where sat on a large throne like chair was the man, who judging by his wig, clothing and mask was obviously the man playing James, Duke of York. The room itself was panelled in dark oak, and there was a low chest of the same wood, but more to the point, Barb`s eye was caught by the two coopered buckets, each containing a budded birch rod soaking in a solution of brine, and which she was only too aware, would in a few moments be causing her a great deal of pain.
As she approached the seated man, she was aware that her movements were causing her short full chemise to sway , God knows what the "Duke" could see, although she quickly realised that in a few moments he would probably be seeing a great deal more.
"The Lady Sophia Lindsay, Your Grace."
Barb curtseyed as she had been instructed, not an easy move to achieve gracefully, when only wearing a flimsy short chemise, and the seated man was presented with a brief, but uninterrupted view of her unfettered breasts.
"So, you are the daughter-in-law of the traitorous Argyll."
"I am the Marquis of Argyll`s daughter-in-law, Sir."
"You realise that it is the wish of the Privy Council that you should be whipped at the cart`s tail for your part in enabling the rogue to escape?
Well, I have decided that an aristocratic lady, a member of one of Scotland`s most noble families should not be publicly flogged like a common whore."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"Do not be too eager with your thanks, madam, you will not escape your thoroughly deserved punishment. Mistress Ogilvie here has raised two daughters and is a dab hand with a birch rod. She will deliver two dozen strokes to your rebellious back side, and I trust she won`t spare the rod.
For the next several minutes you are under Mistress Ogilvie`s direct instruction, and will obey her every command immediately and without question. Do
you understand?
"Yes your Grace."
"Mistress Ogilvie, do you duty."
The commanding woman stood in front of Lady Sophia and looked her up and down.
"Please remove your shift, Your Ladyship."
This instruction came as a something of a surprise to Barb who had assumed that when she was bent over she would be sufficiently exposed for her beating.
"You heard His Grace, I expect instant obedience. Get that chemise off NOW."
There was no use prevaricating, Barb pulled the skimpy garment over her head and stood naked in front of the fully clothed trio.
"Better, M`Lady, now kneel on the wooden chest and place you palms flat on the floor."
Her victim obeyed, trying not to spread her knees too wide, and keeping her hands close to the front edge of the wooden chest.
"Dear me, you are not getting away with that, Your Ladyship. Spread those knees much wider, and move you hands forward and further apart."
This had the effect Mistress Ogilvie was seeking, in addition to transferring all the naked woman`s weight forward onto her hands and forearms, making it virtually impossible for her to rise from her position unaided, the widely spread knees caused the shaven outer labia to part provocatively, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the now rapidly moistening inner labia and the erect pink clitoris. She glanced knowingly at her husband, both of them thinking that in the seventeenth century, it is unlikely that real Lady Sophia would have shaved her pubic hair, so this lewd display was something of a bonus.
She idly wondered whether the naked woman spread out before them at their mercy was known to them socially, it was impossible to tell with her features hidden by her mask. Ironically Barbara Moore, despite her desperate predicament, was thinking along the same lines.
"So, our pretty little traitress is now properly prepared, give her two dozen Mistress Ogilvie, and lay them on with a will. Make sure she feels every single one."
"As Your Grace commands."
The tall commanding woman selected a birch rod from one of the brine filled wooden buckets, and shook the excess moisture away before moving behind and to the left of Lady Sophia. She raised her strong right arm and then lashed the rod down onto the unprotected flesh so perfectly presented for her.
To her credit, Barb/ Lady Sophia did not cry out, but she exhaled loudly and writhed in pain, giving Gordon/The Duke a wonderfully unimpaired display of her exposed sex.
For Barb, her first lash with a spray birch was somewhat puzzling, it lacked the heavy impact of the prison strap or the searing bite of the cane, it was more like the sting of a hundred angry insects. People had told her that the birch was the most feared of implements, but she had suffered worse.
Before she could rationalise any further, the second stroke spread its angry tentacles across her bare flesh, causing her to wriggle her smarting backside again.
The third and fourth lashes fell in quick succession, bringing grunts of pain and causing their recipient to realise that one of the effects of a birching was that the pain grew cumulatively. By the time number twelve had been delivered, Lady Sophia was sobbing and crying out in despair at each lash, her buttocks were red and swollen, peppered with little purple bruises where the buds had impacted.
The Duke of York was entranced by the spectacle, clutching his rampant erection and wishing he could thrust it into Lady Sophia`s gaping pussy.
Mistress Ogilvie, however, was only just hitting her stride, she discarded the first birch in favour of the unused second, shortening the next two strokes so that the budded twigs landed directly on the puffy wet labia, wringing gut wrenching screams from the victim. Ethne was so glad that she had spent all that time whipping the pillow, developing her control, power and accuracy, and she was revelling in her power over this helpless woman, with whom she was far from finished. She sent the next two lashes cutting into the area of Lady Sophia`s sulcus and upper thighs, producing more screams and a band of fresh, throbbing pain, before laying two more savage strokes onto exposed vulva.
She stood back to admire her handiwork. Lady Sophia`s buttocks were bruised and swollen, with pieces of broken birch twig embedded in the flesh and tiny beads of blood oozing from some of the marks left by the larger buds, but it was the state of the woman`s sex which gave her the most satisfaction, the labia were bruised and purple with the clitoris raw and the colour of a ripe cherry.
She now had just six strokes left with which to wreak further havoc, which is exactly what she did, putting every ounce of her strength into each blow, two more of which were directed onto the tortured pussy, inducing howls of agony from the hapless victim.
"Two dozen. Well laid on. I hope it meets with Your Grace`s approval."
"It certainly does, Mistress Ogilvie, you have indeed given the traitress a well deserved thrashing."
That was the conclusion of the formal proceedings. The Maxwells arranged to be left alone in a private room where they indulged in the most active and satisfying sex they had enjoyed for years.
Meanwhile, the hapless Barbara Moore was helped to her feet and guided to Premium`s well equipped Medical room, where she laid face down on a couch while a female doctor carefully extracted the embedded pieces of broken birch, then gently applied the mildest of analgesic ointments to the bruised and tortured flesh. After an hour`s rest, a hot sweet drink and two tablets to ease her pain, Barb was ready to dress, although she studiously avoided putting her panties and hose on.
Within an hour, she had been dropped off outside her apartment, limped stiffly to the elevator and into the safety of home, where she ran herself a warm bath laced with witch hazel, in which she was soon relaxing as best she could, sipping a generous glass of Riesling. She was determined this time that she would never again allow herself to be subjected to such a terrible ordeal, although she still found that when she thought about it in detail, she immediately became aroused.
Although she had found the cumulative effect of her birching so painful and humiliating, she actually discovered that she recovered much more quickly than she had done from the strap or the cane. No doubt this was due to the fact the light weight twigs, although imparting a fierce sting, did not cause deep seated bruising. Her mistreated labia and clitoris took the longest to recover, but in three or four weeks she was as good as new.
END.
EPILOGUE.
Barbara Moore had travelled to the UK to study her genealogy, making use of the money received from Premium Fantasy to upgrade her flights and hotels.
Today, she was being given a guided tour of Edinburgh by Eulalia, one of her fellow moderators on THAT site.
Barbara had asked Eul for some help in tracing her Scots ancestors, which had been generously given, and the two friends, although they had not previously met physically, found they got on like a house on fire.
AS Eulalia pointed out the Tolbooth, Barb found that her buttocks developed an involuntary twitch, her nipples and clitoris became erect and she was suddenly aware of that familiar moisture between her legs.
Natch …
All carefully checked for fine print ..
but prevaricating is what I do best?
All things go better with Riesling!
What site could that possibly be?
Crossing my fingers in hopes that they weren’t criminals
Like Cagney and Lacy
Great writing Twonines!!!
dslv80
Spectator
You filthy masochist pain slut... You are just like me. A masochist whore who deserves to be whipped harshly and bear constantly whip marks on your body. I cum when I am tortured, whipped. I want to do blowjobs to eat cum, to drink piss, to lick pussies and assholes...Natch …
All carefully checked for fine print ..
but prevaricating is what I do best?
All things go better with Riesling!
What site could that possibly be?
Crossing my fingers in hopes that they weren’t criminals
Like Cagney and Lacy
Great writing Twonines!!!
dslv80
Spectator
I think the whippings you get at your ordeals aren't sufficient for your masochism. You must in reality and at your stories receive a extremely hard bloody whipping with a nails barbed nine tails whip chained at a whipping post. At least 100 lashes to mark all your body and cause bleeding at several cuts. Only that way maybe you will partly satisfy your masochism. The whipping must be publicly and you naked... That's how I satisfy my own masochism...