Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Pt 13
It took me a while before I could open my eyes and look upon Alice. I notice that she is flushed,probably due to her bottom being bared for the crowd to see, but I am surprised by the calm look on her face. Alice glances my way and I can see the steely look in her eyes. It is apparent that she is far more ready to receive her caning than I am to watch it. I hope that she can withstand the pain for the bulls pizzle that Davey is flexing between his hands looks indeed hortifying. It is longer and thicker than the pizzles used by the Bridewell guards.
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The governor steps forward. “ Next we have Alice Walker, laziness and disobedience, two dozen strokes of the pizzle on her bared bottom. Begin” The crowd begins their catcalls and the energy level of the place increases once again. I look at Alice held in the clutches of the whipping bench. Her body looks so small and delicate, the skin of her bottom so pale. That will soon change. I know that her pale skin will soon redden, be covered with welts, and blood will flow before Davey is through plying the rod to her tender backside. Only because, she chooses to befriend me.
I want to close my eyes as Davey lifts the pizzle high into the air and hesitates for just a split second as the crowd quiets. I keep them open to support Alice if she should try to look at me. Suddenly his arm makes its viscous decent and I hear the sickening crack of the rod as it smacks onto her uncovered hillocks. I see Alice’s eyes open wide in surprise. I see the pain flow through her as her body tenses and she clenches her teeth to suppress any sound. Davey takes his time, waiting for her body to relax before he strikes again.
The second blow strikes home and marks the buttocks just below the first. This time Alice’s eyes close as a grimace covers her face. I hear her moan for the first time. The crowd is cheering on Davey, urging him to strike harder. His third blow is the worst yet and Alice reacts, her head flies back and I hear a squeal escape her lips. She looks at me for the first time. I don’t see the same determination as before, the pain is starting to eat away at her resolve.
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The fourth stroke lands and Alice screams for the first time. I see four parallel raised red lines on her bottom as I watch her writhing body fight the pain. The guard takes his time with the fifth and sixth strokes, landing still parallel to the previous strokes. Alice’s body is bathed in sweat now, torture sweat. The audience is enjoying her body bucking and jumping, dancing upon the bench in response to the pizzles bite. They count out each stroke , although her screams are beginning to drown them out.
After two more strokes sear her buttocks, Davey starts to decorate the tender flesh of the back thighs just below her buttocks. Without the extra padding of the buttocks, the nerve endings of the thighs really feel the damage of the bulls pizzle. The nerves screamed with each blow and Alice followed suit, her screams more throaty and she began to beg aloud for mercy. At the end of the first dozen I can tell that Alice is in terrible pain. Deep red inflamed welts, perfectly placed, show from the very top of her buttocks unto the top portion of her back thighs.
It must be time for Davey to display what he must feel is true artistry, as he strides around the prone Alice, flexing the puzzle and shouting to the crowd. “ Are you ready for some real screams? Do you want to see blood?” The response from the crowd is loud and long. I see a shudder run through Alice’s body and the goose pimples of fear decorate her skin. Davey moves a little further behind her this time. He raises his arm slowly and brings it down with great force.
I can see that Davey is no longer spacing the blows but rather he started delivering diagonal slashes. The first blow of the second dozen strokes crisscrosses a number of the earlier welts. It is obviously more painful as Alice’s body goes stiff as a board, the chords stick out in her upthrust neck, and she screams at the top of her lungs. But alas,I know that the worst has not yet come for poor Alice. Two more blows and I can see blood blisters where the blows are criss- crossing. Alice’s screams are almost continuous now. The blows keep falling and I can see that the pain Alice is experiencing is soon going to break her .
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By the 18th blow her welted skin begins to break, tiny droplets of blood oozing through at the places the blows are intersecting . Alice’s head is rapidly shaking back and forth now, hair out of her stays and flying about her head. Her screams seem more like babbling now, her pleading incoherent. By the time the 24th stroke hits home , blood is spraying about the platform, Alice is in a painful swoon, and I am ever so thankful that her ordeal, an ordeal she suffered for being my friend, is finally over. I am so sorry Alice, so sorry.
As they release Alice from her bonds and she is half carried away, there comes quite a commotion from behind me on the platform. I hear yelling, screaming, and cursing. I can not turn to see who is causing the ruckus but I recognize the voice. It is Elsbeth. It takes four guards to lead her forward with her kicking and biting every inch of the way, much to the enjoyment of the aristocrats seated on the platform and the commoners standing out front.
It takes the guards but a few minutes to secure the big woman to the whipping post and tear her garments to bare her to the waist. Her large body elicits a number of catcalls from the commoners and although Elsbeth chooses not to be my friend, I still feel sorry for her and wish her no ill will. To be bared in front of strangers is embarrassing for any woman, no matter how tough they think they are. But it is not embarrassment I see in her eyes but rather fear. The woman who professes to be the cock-of-the-walk, the bully of Bridewell, is crying tears of fear as she faces the governors whip. I must admit I do feel a little sorry for her but her behavior to this point does not warrant major pity.
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The governor gets the attention of everyone once again “ Elsbeth Barton a welcome of 18 strokes of the cat plus 3 extra strokes added because of her resistance and her vile mouth, just witnessed. Begin!” Again the crowd shows it’s approval with loud outcries. It appears Davey will not whip Elsbeth as another jailer steps forward holding a vicious looking whip with nine knotted tails. Elsbeth starts begging even before the first strike “ No, No, I’m sorry sir. Please have mercy sir. I’ll be a good girl, don’t you worry. I’ll be good!”
( to be continued)