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Bridewell, my Penance, my Pain

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Elsbeth said “ This is my third visit to Bridewell and I only got 18 with the pizzle. I guess a little whoring is better than what you did ha little princess? “ I wrapped my chained hands around my knees and hung my head. “ My husband got killed and I couldn’t pay off his debts” I sobbed. “ We weren’t even married a year and I didn’t even know he owed people money.” Elsbeth looked at me sternly “Quit that cryin girly. Nobody cares a whit about ya here. Crybabies gets it worst than the rest. Take what’s you got coming to ya, and don’t whine about it. Ain’t nobody innocent in here. Mind your business and no sassing or crying and you’ll be the better for it.”

In a matter of minutes all the women in the prison cart spoke out. The pretty blond who looked about 18 years old , who sat across from me spoke first “ I’m Ashley and got pinched stealing a loaf of bread. I been here before when I was a little one with my mother. They was mean to us kids then but I never got birched. Now I got 12 with the birch on my bare arse for my welcome.”Kelce, a tall and thin curly dark haired girl about my age, was found guilty of prostitution. She was to get 18 with the strap over her drawers. Lastly there was Nita found guilty trying to poison her lover for shagging her best friend. “ It’s my second time in here. “ The bastard magistrate gave me 12 with the cat on my bare back. The wanker. “

Just then I heard a loud smack and the red headed girl,bent over a hurdle on the platform, squealed loudly. 6FC331B2-EF6B-4875-AAC4-A53AB4A2E94F.jpegI could see a well muscled young man playing to the crowd, holding a long handled paddle aloft, he urged the crowd to cheer him on. He nimbly moved to the other side of the girl and with a flourish swung the paddle with both hands, smacking it across her bare arse. This time the girl lifted her head and screamed. The crowd cheered and yelled out “two.” The man once again nimbly moved to the other side and swung the paddle. I heard the splat as it hit exposed flesh. The scream was louder and longer this time. I could see her flesh on her backside was a bright red.
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I cringed as the paddle kept hitting home., the crowd gaily shouting out the number of strokes. It seemed to me like a party atmosphere for the crowd but not for the prisoners. I could feel for the girl..,.and sometime soon I would be in her place. By the final blow the girl was screaming continuously, her bottom swollen and purplish -red in color. The man who had been whalloping her, bowed and got a loud ovation from the onlookers.

There was a delay as a small cart pulled by a nag was brought into the courtyard. A dark haired slim woman was led toward the cart , fighting every step of the way. She was stripped completely by the jailers and secured by her wrists to the back of the cart. A woman who must have been the prison matron called out , “ Lynda Kross, for laziness, cheekiness, and disobedience.your farewell has been amended. Instead of the whipping post, you will whipped at the cart tail. Instead of 30 lashes, the total will be the number of strokes delivered during four trips around the courtyard. Davey do your best” . That said, I saw the same man who had just wielded the paddle, bounding down the platform steps brandishing a wicked looking cat-of-nine tails. The crowd grew strangely quiet, the brown haired girl behind the cart, slim with long legs and ample breasts tried to look defiant but I could see her lip quivering.
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“Damn them” said Elsbeth, “ I never seen the likes of this. There is always a set number of strokes. Some dandy in the crowd must have dropped some coin on the matron. That girl could have the skin flayed from her shoulders to her knees if her whipper is a bastard, and that Davey is a bastard. Ladies, Pray you don’t get him for your welcomes.”

The man called Davey moved behind the bound woman and his arm shot out even before the cart started forward. 852E8659-D126-4CF7-84C8-E08B358751FB.jpegThe lash spread across her shoulder blades leaving a mass of red streaks. Her head tilted back , her eyes staring at the sky. I could hear her wheeze like the breath was knocked from her. It wasn’t until the third lash that I first heard her scream. She had just made the first corner of her loop and already her back was covered with angry looking wheals. By the time she made the second corner her screams filled the courtyard. I could see some in the crowd mimicking her movements as her naked body tried so unsuccessfully to avoid the lash. As she made the third turn she was walking right toward us and I could see the pain and desperation in her eyes. The lashes kept falling as she passed us, her back a mass of wheals and blood blisters. Finally she made it back to the starting point. By then a dozen lashes had fallen and she still had three trips around the courtyard to go.

The procession stopped for a moment as Davey was handed a tankard of ale and water was forced down the throat of the unfortunate victim. It was cruel I thought to do this… I was sure that whoever paid for this wanted Davey at his best and the woman to make it thru the whole four loops and suffer all her lashes so the crowd wasn’t cheated. By the time she reached us on the second loop, she looked pitiful, sweating so much her hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders. I could see that the blood blisters were starting to break. They stopped again… She was halfway done but still had at least two dozen more lashes to go. The problem was there are 9 knotted leather strands scorching the skin with each lash.
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Halfway thru loop three she was screaming uncontrollably and blood was running down her back. Davey bowed for the crowd as they applauded his efforts. He moved lower with his strokes, concentrating on her backside and backs of her thighs. She started to try turning her body to avoid the lashes. As she passed for a third time her skin was bright red from her waist to just above her knee hollows. This time when they stopped they had to hold her up give her water as she swooned. I prayed for it to stop but the cart started moving for the final loop. She was stumbling now, barely able to keep her balance. Please, I prayed just get us inside the prison , away from this. Please!
 
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Aslin nee 8ball said:
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There was a delay as a small cart pulled by a nag was brought into the courtyard. A dark haired slim woman was led toward the cart , fighting every step of the way. She was stripped completely by the jailers and secured by her wrists to the back of the cart. A woman who must have been the prison matron called out , “ Lynda Kross, for laziness, cheekiness, and disobedience.your farewell has been amended. Instead of the whipping post, you will whipped at the cart tail. Instead of 30 lashes, the total will be the number of strokes delivered during four trips around the courtyard. Davey do your best” ! …
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Oh wow, @Aslin nee 8ball , this justkeeps getting better and better. I am imagining it is me, as miss Loinclothslave, who plays the part of Lynda Kross. And never fear, she’s only going to suffer 48 lashes (or a mere 432 individual thong strikes) which is eminently survivable. Down here the textbooks write of convicts routinely receiving 150+ lashes from the cat. There’s a famous case of one being sentenced to 1,000 and sent to Norfolk Island- I understand the punishment wasn’t administered in one session. They survived, and there’s even a beer honouring them (150 lashes is a boutique beer released by James Squire brewing, this slave orders it all the time with a guilty frisson of erotic pleasure)

Thanks again!
 
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Birching, pizzle, cat o nine tails. I don't agree with Elsbeth, that only main character strapping wll be rembered by audience. Show will be much more interesting. Of course, the view of the main character's back and butt will be the prettiest after 40 prison strap lashes. As if she had taken a long sunbath, which were forbidden in the 19th century. She should appreciate it.
 
The Beast said:
Birching, pizzle, cat o nine tails. I don't agree with Elsbeth, that only main character strapping wll be rembered by audience. Show will be much more interesting. Of course, the view of the main character's back and butt will be the prettiest after 40 prison strap lashes. As if she had taken a long sunbath, which were forbidden in the 19th century. She should appreciate it.
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As you can see in this chapter, sentences are subject to change. Our main character has a long way to go, with many an ordeal in her 4 years. We don’t want to ruin her right away , do we?
 
Bridewell, my Penance, my Pain. Part 4

The slim dark haired woman, named Lynda, passed out twice during the last loop. Blood was flowing copiously from the wounds that stretched from her shoulder blades to her knee hollows. Her screams became weaker, her body struggling, stumbling trying to keep up with the cart. 9275D018-963B-4334-BFAE-1CECD80CE362.jpegThey threw a bucket of salted water onto her wounded back each time she fainted… causing her to sputter back to consciousness and the pain that engulfed her. She was not cheated. She suffered every lash that her four loop journey around the courtyard could provide. The crowd applauded vigorously when her bloody body was dragged across the spot where she had started her pain filled journey less than an hour ago.

Davey her whipper, was bowing and playing to the crowd as he quaffed the last tankard of ale. The poor girl was grabbed under the armpits by two male guards and she was dragged past the dispersing crowd and thru the doors of the prison. It was another half hour before our prison wagon began to move. By that time all the visitors had left the prison compound and the gates were secured. We were driven to the same door that the poor girl Lynda had re-entered the prison.

A guard came out for each of us and led us down a long hallway. I shuffled along as best as I could with the shackles at wrists and ankles connected by a short chain. I stumbled a number of times and would have fallen if not for the strong arm of the guard who was escorting me. Finally we were led into a pleasantly decorated room where a very stern man was seated behind an ornate desk.

The other women bowed their heads immediately but I was too busy taking in my surroundings to notice. An open handed blow from my guard to the back of the head caught my attention. I cried out and the other women sniggered out loud. This brought the well dressed man out of his chair. As he slammed a cane down onto the top of his desk he exclaimed “ Silence! No one speaks unless spoken to. Do you understand? Any disobedience will be dealt with swiftly and painfully.” He slammed the cane once more onto his desktop, He looked right at me as I jumped in both surprise and fear.

He told us he was the governor of the prison, he was to be addressed as Governor Barker and his word was law in Bridewell. He gave a speech about serving our time humbly and obediently. Since this was a prison workhouse we were to be given jobs. We were expected to work diligently and mind our own business. Any disobedience would be dealt with a most severe matter. He told us that the scene we had just witnessed with the woman at the cart tail could and would be repeated if any of us should choose to challenge his authority. He then asked one of the guards to fetch matron Willby.

A very large well dressed woman sauntered into the room. “ I believe these are your new charges matron Willby. Please show them the ways of Bridewell. She led us back down the hallway and to the left where a sign said Bridewell Women’s Prison Workhouse. We were led into a large room. It was some kind of bath house with a large metal tub and two prison trusties holding long handled bristled brushes. The matron who was as large as Elsbeth ordered us
“ Disrobe now you rabble, it’s time to clean the filth from you.” Evidently Elsbeth, Ashley and Nita already knew the accepted routine and stripped immediately. Kelce, being a prostitute had no qualms and followed suit.

I hesitated. I removed my dress but struggled with removing the undergarments. “ Well girl. What part of the governors speech did you not understand? Bare yourself now bitch or I’ll order your hide blistered raw. What’s your name you disobedient little slut?” I blurted out
“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, “ as I clambered out of my underclothes. “ My name is Aslin Pennyworth, Ma’am.” The matron pointed to the tub “ Front and center, Aslin Pennyworth and from now on You will address me as Matron Willby or I’ll stripe you.”

I stepped forward as the prison trustees dipped their stiff brushes into a solution of lye and began scrubbing my naked body. I couldn’t decide what smarted the worst, the stiff bristles of the brushes the lye solution. The trustees paid special attention to my hair on top and below then scrubbed hard on my breast’s and my bottom, both were tender and pink by the time I was told to dunk myself in the tub. I gladly hopped into the hot water only to be ordered out immediately. I was given a rough towel to dry myself and told to stand naked to one side.

The other prisoners were given the same treatment. I could see that it was advantageous being the first to bathe as all the others dunked in the same water as those before them. Soon all five of us stood naked, but clean, awaiting further orders. We were told that the prison surgeon would inspect us next but he was running a little late having to attend to those who had just received punishment. I was sure that most of his time was spent tending to poor Lynda after her brutal flogging.

We stood shivering in the cold room, our bodies completely naked after they took the towels from us. I was nervous about the surgeon “ inspecting” us. I did not like the thought of standing in such a vulnerable fashion in front of a man unknown to me. The matron could see my apprehension,
“ No need to fret girl. The surgeon has seen many a pair of tits and bare asses in his days here. He’s just gonna check to see if your fit enough to work and strong enough to take your welcome. Your a little scrawny but you look healthy enough to me.”

Finally the surgeon made his appearance. He started his inspection at the other end of the line with Elsbeth. He looked in her mouth. Felt her arms, moved his hands down her sides, over her hips and down her legs. He held what looked like a cup between her breasts and put his ear up to it. He then modded to the matron and Elsbeth walked to one of the trustees to collect a rough shift, a prison dress apron hose, and woven hat. The dress was lightweight as it was summer, very plain, grey in color. The clothing was spun on the spinning wheels that filled the workrooms, the prisoners essentially clothed themselves. The matron told the others not to dress yet until all had their prison dress.

Finally the surgeon arrived in front of me. He had me open my mouth and poked a finger inside testing my teeth and gums. He grasped my chin and turned my head from side to side looking into my ears. His hands moved to my shoulders and then moved downward over my breasts. 842FF65C-44F6-4085-9E2F-A0DB5A567EA1.jpegNo one had touched my breasts since my husband had died. I sucked in my breath and stepped back as he palmed my nipples.

“Pennyworth hold still, unless you want a taste of the cane” yelled the matron. I stood at attention as he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I cringed as his hand moved down my flanks then over my belly to the spot between my legs. He gently parted my nether lips and slowly pushed his finger deep within. 0FCEC577-0D85-4029-9793-D7E16BAB24DD.jpegIt felt strange that I suddenly felt a flush come over me and I became very wet down there. I hoped no one noticed but I’m sure the surgeon wasn’t fooled. He then moved his hands down my legs and and back up until he was caressing my bottom cheeks. I yelped when his finger pushed its way into the opening of my behind. I turned a crimson red as another blush flowed over me. Totally humiliated, tears filled my eyes. I collected my clothing after the doctor proclaimed me hale and hardy… ready for work and my welcome. We were all ordered to dress except for Elsbeth.

The matron ordered the two trustees to pull a heavy low bench to the middle of the room. “ Elsbeth Barton you escaped my wrath on your last visit but your bunk mate confessed after your release, about your sapphic tendencies. As a lesson to you and the other women here, you will be caned… two dozen of my best. If you resist , it will be 3 dozen with the cat. Secure her ladies. The trustees tied Elsbeth’s ample frame to the bench. The matron stood to the left side of the bound woman’s flabby bottom. She struck a heavy stroke that seemed to sink deep into the bound woman’s flesh. By the third stroke Elsbeth was already screaming and tugging at her bonds. By the tenth stroke she was actually moving the bench on the floor as her large body bucked in response to the heavy blows of the cane.BB46A369-F410-4E22-9CBC-916DFE0BD6E7.jpeg At 18 strokes her bottom was a deep red, welted all over, and tears were running down the big woman’s cheeks. By the time the final stroke had hit home, Elsbeth’s screams had become hoarse and she was blubbering and pleading for mercy.

Elsbeth lifted herself slowly off the bench, reaching her big arms behind her to rub her burning bottom. C6541BD1-7907-48FD-9FB3-2C2FBE9BB528.jpeg The matron ordered me to help Elsbeth dress which I did with great haste. I could see that it would not be to my benefit to anger Matron Willby. ( to be continued)
 
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