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Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Pt 33

Livia was left to hang at the back of the workroom until our work shift was complete. For the most part we ignored her crying and moaning but Elsbeth couldn’t pass up the opportunity to heckle the perched beauty. “Not such a haughty bitch now, are you Livia. Guess your James didn’t like shagging your cunny. By the looks of it, it ain’t gonna be doing no shaggin for quite a while.” We could hear Livia scream out obscenities as Elsbeth returned to her seat at her spinning wheel.

I can tell that Livia is almost going mad from the pain as she hangs from the perch for several more hours. By the time the guards finally released her, her sweat soaked body is limp. She has lost consciousness and feeling in her limbs by then and has to be carried by the guards to the prison hospital. It is another ten days before Livia is returned to the workgroup.

Obviously not enthralled with her stay so far at Bridewell, Olivia successfully is able to get word to her former husband Miles, begging his forgiveness and playing on his sympathy. She wants out of Bridewell in the worst way and will do anything to find her way to that outcome. Miles will never think of taking Livia back as his wife after she has dragged the Cowerd family name through the mud. But he did miss the pleasure she provided in his bed and is willing to take her back, not as his wife, but as his concubine.

Livia is not happy with his proposition but realizes that it is the only opportunity available to her to gain her release, so she agrees. Now it was up to Miles to pay off the governor and get her out of this hellhole. Miles actually does act quickly, getting word to governor Abbott and sets up a meeting. Livia is not privy to when the meeting is to take place nor what the two men will talk about, she just has to trust Miles will do his part.

The meeting did take place just about the time that Livia is released from the hospital. The meeting is long and money is not the only issue to be settled. It did not end until both men are satisfied that they will get what they want. Livia will be released as Miles Cowerd requests but not before punishment day. Much of the rest of the meeting time is-spent deciding what her welcome punishment will be and how many strokes. Finally after hashing out a few more details the two men seal the agreement by sharing a bottle of expensive sherry.

Livia keeps a low profile after her return, hoping that her stay at Bridewell will be short and not wanting to ruffle any feathers.
She did not want to face any type of punishment before she is set free. She is anxious when she sees one of the guards posting the schedule for punishment day a week from this Friday. She pushes her way through the group of women to read what is printed on the posting:

Punishment Day Friday June 20th

Welcomes

Cornelia Parker 36 strokes cat of nine tails
and the stocks.

Justine Wilson. 36 strokes cat of nine tails
and the stocks.

Agnes Whelan 18 strokes heavy cane

Violet Pelter. 18 strokes heavy cane

Prudence Lawson 18 strokes heavy cane

Livia Lester To be determined

Livia is ecstatic when she sees the posting. She is sure that Miles has kept his part of the bargain and the “to be determined” means that she will avoid punishment. She feels sorry for her friends, her plea to Miles did not include them. Unfortunately they will have to face their canings and the rest of their time at Bridewell without her help.

I am ecstatic that the name Pennyworth does not appear on the posting. This is the first punishment day since I have arrived at Bridewell that I will not be part of the festivities. (To be continued)
 
Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Pt 34

Livia was wary of what was to come. What did Miles mean “ as his concubine.” Surely he would treat her better than a mere concubine. Surely she will be a “kept woman”, living in luxury and providing Miles with satisfaction for his sexual needs. She could be content with that. Miles was like putty in her hands, she could get him to do her bidding as before. That’s all she needs is the opportunity.

I could tell that Livia is gaining her confidence and aires back once again. She I was quiet when she first returned from the hospital but her behavior is beginning to once again become annoying. She is lording over the other women, even her 3 friends, who are bitter over the fact that Livia seems to have escaped punishment day while they have not.

The three women confront her several days before punishment day. Livia cant resist the opportunity to lord it over the other three. She tells them that thru Miles she is to be released early while her three friends are to receive their canings and complete their sentences. The three women attack her immediately, knocking her to the floor grasping her long hair and pummeling her with their fists. All four are screaming loudly when the guards come in
to break up the mele.

Matron Wilby immediately brings the four culprits before the governor. He decries that fighting among prisoners will not be tolerated and sends the four to spend the night in the closet. I know that there is no way that more than one woman can fit in the closet, so I assume that there must be at least four closets at Bridewell. I am sure that none of the four have ever experienced the agony that a night in the closet will deliver, the uncomfortable sleeplessness from the aching, cramping, and numbness of your body parts.

The four friends looked horrible the next morning but had just one day to recover from the agonies of the closet before it was time for punishment day. Those of us who weren’t involved in punishment were told to assemble on the roof balcony of the nearest building to the punishment scaffold. I guess I never realized that all the prisoners were required to watch punishment day, since I had always been “one of the punished”, I hadn’t had the opportunity until now to just “watch” the festivities.

When myself and the rest of the prisoners are led out onto the balcony, the crowd is already quite thick, especially the group of aristocrats seemed to be much larger than I remember. I finally realized why that is when I see a gagged and naked Livia tied with her back to a stout wooden post, surrounded by a group of gaily dressed women and men, her former peers. I can imagine what the conversations are like …comments on her naked breasts and cunny …. Insults about her new status. I’m sure the men all want to bed her and the women are overly jealous of her youth and beauty. How very embarrassing it must be for Livia to be naked in front of the very people that she and Miles dined with and associated with.

Actually Livia is more confused than embarrassed. Why would Miles subject her to this type of treatment? Sure she dragged his family name through the mud but he is not man enough to do this, it must be that bastard of a governor, trying to get even with her. Well she can take it. She is proud of her body, especially her breasts. She knows that the men, with all their power and money, want nothing more than getting their hands on her beautiful bubbies. Their wives are seething with jealousy, wishing they looked like her. She can bear this to get out of here. She would take this instead of a whipping any day.
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From the balcony I can see the change in Livia’s body language. Initially she slumped at the post, but now she holds her head high, even thrusting her naked breasts toward the seated aristocrats. Soon I can see the governor stride to the front of the platform. He gives his usual welcome speech but adds at the end that some of todays punishments have been amended. He adds that the program for today is light but he promises that the crowd will not be disappointed. They respond enthusiastically.

Soon the five women to be punished are led onto the platform. I am surprised that they are all completely naked. I expected that for Mrs Wilson and Mrs Parker, but not so with Livia’s friends; Prudence, Agnes, and Violet. The former guards Cornelia Parker and Justine Wilson are brought forward and each woman’s hands are tied together, raised above their heads, and their wrists were tied to each other and the rope slung over a high cross beam between two high posts. The rope was pulled taught until the two women stand on tiptoe, stretched so that they stand breast to breast and pelvis to pelvis.
The crowd erupts as they see the fearful looks on the womens faces. An old crone brings the crowd to laughter when she yells out “ Look at dem two saphos. Ready to dance for us, tit to tit, and cunny to cunny. Best do your kissin’ now girls. Gonna be tough to kiss when the whip starts beating on your worthless hides.”

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A guard takes his place behind each of the bound women, each holding a viscous looking cat of nine tails. The governor announces the punishment to be delivered, 36 strokes from each guard. I see the guard behind Mrs Parker raise his arm first and immediately Parker, aware of what was going to happen spins Mrs Wilson so that Wilson takes the full blow upon her naked back. Wilson cries out and her body stiffens, just as Parker spins her back to her original position, directly into the path of the other guards falling lash.

The crowd is raucous, recognizing how Parker is using Wilson to avoid catching any blows of the whip. Wilson realizes what Parker is doing and fights to spin Parker toward the next blow. She doesn’t quite get her turned completely as both women take the nine tails of the cat on the outer side of their breasts.

Both women scream simultaneously much to the delight of the crowd. I can see the rich aristocrats laughing and pointing at the unfortunate women, thoroughly enjoying the twisting and turning of the two women trying to avoid the sting of the lash. But soon the women begin to tire and more and more strokes begin to squarely hit their targets. The whips the guards are using are some of the most severe at Bridewell with hardened leather tails that soon begin stripping skin from the bodies of the targeted women.

The women’s screams are long and loud now. They still try to turn the other’s body toward the lash but they are now both so tired that each is taking mostly direct strikes from their guard. Half way through the whipping ,there is a brief respite called ,as each guard quaffs a large mug of ale to the cheers of the crowd. The women hung limply, blood running in rivulets down their backs and legs, but they were able to regain some strength.

The crowd is again entertained by the spinning women as the whipping resumes. Back and forth they turn each other, grunting and squealing. Their feet beat a tattoo on the floor of the platform until again they each begin to tire and they no longer are able to avoid the scalding bites of the cat. They still entertain the crowd with many screams before their bloody bodies are released and they are each locked into the awaiting stocks. Sitting with their arms and legs outstretched and imprisoned by the stout wood, their bleeding backs displayed for all to see.

Livia’s three friends are brought forth next, much to the delight of the aristocrats. Women that they all knew, now stand before them naked, waiting to face “welcomes” for their crimes. I could tell that the way they looked at Livia as they were brought forward, that the three women blamed her for their predicament. The governor stepped forward to announce the sentence. “ These four women who chose to steal from Bridewell and fight and disregard the orders of their superiors, will be punished similarly but in a slightly different fashion. They will instead be tied back to back and each guard will administer 36 strokes of the whippy cane to the fronts of their bodies.”
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The crowd once again erupted. What a special day this was turning out to be. Agnes and Prudence were tied back to back with their arms stretched above them, wrists tied together. Soon Livia was released from the post that held her and tied in a similar fashion with Violet at her back. Livid looked to Miles Cowerd in the crowd. This can’t be happening she thought. She isn’t to be punished, this must be a mistake. But the smile on her ex-husbands lips made her realize that this was no mistake. (To be continued)
 

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Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Chapter 35

Livia tries to make sense of what is happening. She made a deal with her ex-husband Miles and although she is unsure of the exact details, she is to be free of Bridewell very soon. But apparently Miles or maybe it’s the governor who still wants to see her punished. Maybe she under-estimated the damn governor, thought that he was an easy mark. Just give him what every man wants and she would rise to the top of the prison pecking order. But someone sabotaged that plan and planted that damn snuff box in with her personal belongings. It had to be that bitch Aslin Pennyworth.

Livia knew that she could get back in the favor of Miles Cowerd, she had been able to twist him around her little finger so easily. She can do it again. Then she will have Miles buy that little bitch, Aslin. She will become Livia’s personal slave. Maybe Livia will brand her initials on the cheeky girl’s bare titties. Maybe she would put a collar on her and lead her around with a leash.
How embarrassing that would be for that little bitch Aslin.


The first burning slash of the whippy cane brought Livia back to reality. The crack as it impacted the tender flesh of her lower belly was loud, as was the squeal that followed it. A second stroke followed the first before Livia could turn away, catching her across the left breast, a direct hit on the tender nipple. This time she threw her head back and screamed for what be the first of many that day.
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Livia begins to twist, using her leg muscles to try to spin Violet who is at her back, toward the guard wielding the cane. But Livia isn’t aware that there have been other screams as Prudence, Agnes, and Violet have all felt the burn of the cane on their tender flesh. The crowd was roaring, seeing the bobbing breasts and cunnies of the bound naked foursome displayed for all to see. The aristocrats began pointing and gesturing , enjoying the painful dance the four women that they all knew, were subjected to. The commoners were yelling out encouragement to the jailers wielding the stinging canes. “Look at those bouncing titties boys. Let’s see you hit those bullseyes.” “Make ‘‘em dance and sing for us” “ Don’t hold back…them rich bitches ain’t nothing but criminals now.”

Violet isn’t going to let Livia get the best of her again. She is taller and heavier than Livia and keeps turning Livia toward whichever guard is ready to deliver a stroke. Although Violet is taking strokes on her sides, Livia is taking more direct hits, several to the groin area but most aimed at her bobbing boobies. Her body reacts to each stroke, stiffening as her head bends backwards and she squeals loudly. The skin on her breasts, stomach, groin and front thighs are beet red. Her breasts are covered with purplish welts, many bisecting her tender nipples. All four women are screaming but Livia seems to be getting the worst of it and is the loudest.
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The crowd is thoroughly enjoying the women’s responses to the stinging cane strokes. All of the four women are in constant motion, twisting and turning, trying to avoid a direct hit on their tender flesh. The crowd had a hard time focusing on any one woman as they try to get a glimpse of eight bobbling breasts, four jiggling bottoms and their four hairy junctures. Finally all four guards have completed their 36 strokes and the sweaty bodies of the women are left hanging, their chests heaving as they gasp for breath.

Livia relieved that the punishment is over, just wants to get as far away from Bridewell as she can. Governor Abbott stands before the women once again and addresses the crowd. . “ We have one last punishment before we end this day. Please take some refreshment as we prepare for the the final act.” With little fanfare Livia and her three ex-friends are escorted from platform. The aristocrats mill around the platform, taking refreshment, bantering and gesturing about what they just witnessed. The commoners stood below the platform, some laughing and re-enacting what they had watched, all anticipating the final act of punishment day.

Soon the governor makes his way to the front of the platform and raises his voice,
“ Ladies and gentleman the last punishment will be a cart-tail whipping.” The crowd erupted in response. “ For insubordination and not following the rules on numerous occasions the woman will circle the courtyard three times pulled by an ox art as the cat-of-nine tails is administered.” Again the crowd responds loudly. This is far better than they had expected.

I watch from the balcony of Bridewell as I see a single oxen make it’s way through the gate pulling a high wooden cart. I see two white arms tied to the back end of the cart and a woman’s body attached to those arms . All eyes in the crowd turn to the gate at the north corner of the courtyard and a cheer goes up from the crowd as they recognize the woman cursing aloud as she stumbles behind the wooden cart. It is none other than Livia Cowerd.

The cart stops directly in front of the platform and Livia directs her curses at the governor and Miles Cowerd. But when she sees Davey stride forward carrying a wicked looking lash her tone changes and she begins to beg, pleading with both men to show her mercy. Promising anything she can think of to make them stop this from happening. The crowd is at first shocked as she offers deviant sexual favors but soon that shock turns to amusement as her pleading falls on deaf ears.

From the balcony I see the wicked whip that Davey is holding. I see him drawing the stiff leather tails thru his fingers. The whip he is holding is “Old Betsy”. I have seen what that whip can do to naked flesh and for a brief moment I feel sorry for Livia. But that moment passes quickly. She is my nemesis and I want her stripped of her superior ways and cast out of Bridewell so that I never have to see her face or hear her voice ever again.

I hear the catcalls from the crowd., they are cruel and meant to embarrass the woman and further put her in her place. I see her lock eyes with Miles, trying one last time to plead for mercy. He shouts out to her “ Put on a good show for out friends Livia. You always liked to entertain, so entertain us now. It’s time for you to pay the piper.” The cart lurches forward and Livia turns her head, cursing as she sees Daveys arm start forward. The first blow is brutal, striking her high on her back, causing her to stumble and almost lose her footing. She doesn’t immediately cry out because her breath is driven from her by the force of the blow but her body stiffens and her head flies back.
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The second blow comes quickly and elicits the first of many screams. Just two blows into her journey and Livia is aware of nothing else but the searing pain. The punishment she received earlier on the front of her body was like a walk in the park compared to the scorching pain on her back. Her whole world was pain. “ You ain’t dancing no minuet now, are you bitch” yelled out an old crony. “ How do you like stepping to the tune of Maestro Davey’s cat-of-nine? Catch’s your attention don’t it?”

Livia screams are loud and the gyrations of her body has the crowds attention. By the fifth blow her skin was beginning to abrade and tiny droplets of blood can be seen where the lashes crossed. Her body fights against the searing pain and the bonds that hold her. Half way through the first circuit, they stop the cart to pull her long hair forward again and tie it in front of her so that it doesn’t get caught up by one of the whips tails. Livia is sweating profusely and her back is bright red in color.
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A viscous blow delivered to her buttocks as the cart moving, brings forth yet another scream. Davey begins raining his blows on the lower part of the naked body before him, causing Livia to jump and kick her feet in response, much to the delight of all those witnessing the punishment. There are droplets of blood from shoulders to knees on the woman as the cart stops once again in front of the platform, having completed the first of three scheduled circuits.

As the crowd rains praises upon Davey and his prowess with the whip, Livia is able to work her sweat soaked wrists away from the rope ties that secured her to the cart. She bolts toward the north gate as the crowd who was busy concentrating on Davey quaffing a well deserved flagon of ale for his efforts, start yelling to the jailers. What ensued was a merry chase, with jailers in close pursuit, Livia would change direction and the jailers would stumble or crash into each other.

Both the aristocrats and commoners were very amused by the chase, watching the woman with welts all over her naked body, continually avoid the grasps of the jailers. With her still splendid breasts bobbing and her bottom bouncing the beautiful woman ran to all corners of the compound, looking for a way out. Livia begins to tire and is eventually cornered, captured, and dragged back to the cart by the hair.

She is tied much more securely this time. Davey picks up the “cat” once again and bades the driver of the cart to maintain a slower pace, obviously to allow him to rain many more blows upon her naked body. The cart starts in motion and Davey delivers the hardest blow yet again high on the back. I can see, even from the prison balcony, that the force of the blow causes the hard leather tails to rip Lucia’s skin in several spots. The crowd responds with a loud cheer as they finally get to see blood flow.

I can tell that Davey is swinging the lash with much more force on the second circuit. The red, welted skin on Livia’s back is beginning to tear in new places with each blow and her screams are piercing. By the time she finishes the second circuit, there are many small open wounds on her back and rivulets of blood running down over her buttocks. Livia is now stumbling after each blow but her screams still sound strong. Davey bows to the crowd as they all applaud his efforts. It takes two flagons of ale to sate his thirst this time.
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Livia slumping at the cart tail screams out as a bucket of salt water is thrown onto her bleeding back. I see her raise her head and see her mouth the word “please” as she looks up at Miles Cowerd on the platform. Miles just shakes his head “no” as the cart lurches forward once again. Davey remains heavy handed with the whip. He moves closer to Livia now, allowing the tips of the lashes to bite into the woman’s sides and even come around to attack her already welted breasts and pubis. Faves begins alternating forehand and backhanded blows so that both breasts receive the same amount of attention.

Droplets of blood are spraying all around now, as the the whip tears new flesh and is drawn back for the next blow. I fear that Livia will not make it around for the full circuit and be dragged behind the cart. She struggles to keep her footing and her screams sound weak and pitiful. But she does manage to make it, her body covered with blood and barely conscious she is taken away to the infirmary. The crowd slowly disperses with much discussion about what they had just witnessed.
( to be continued)
 

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Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Chapter 36

Livia does not regain consciousness until the night of her flogging. She awakens to find herself in a single bed in a secluded room of the hospital. It is probably for the best that she was unconscious when brought in so that she is unaware of the fondling and fingering she endured when the prison surgeon “ treated her wounds. She is lying on her stomach and fells the uncomfortable burning pain of her caned breasts . As she tries to move she feels fiery pain explode across her lacerated back. Wincing in pain, tears filling her eyes once again, she reconsiders the need to move.

Her head is still groggy but everything begins to come back to her now. She remembers how her old aristocratic friends turned their backs on her, even making jokes about her predicament. Laughing at the way she danced about as the stinging cane slashed her breasts and cunny. The insults and how the crowd cheered when she was pulled into the prison courtyard by the ox cart. The way that they laughed at her jiggling nakedness as she ran from the jailers, their raucous cheers as Davey’s lash cut her and drew blood. She vowed that she would get even with all of them
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The thing that Livia despised the most was the look on her ex-husbands face as she beseached him for mercy. His look showed no kindness, no mercy, only the joy of revenge. He could have saved her from her beatings but he chose not to. He enjoyed seeing her grovel before him, he enjoyed her begging in front of the crowd for him to stop her flogging, he enjoyed hearing her screams and seeing her suffer until broken.

But she is not broken, she declares to herself. She will enact her revenge on everyone….Aslin Pennyworth, the bitch who ruined her chances with the governor; her former friends Violet, Prudence, and who turned on her; the aristocrats who shunned her; and finally that bastard Miles who lied and betrayed her. She decided that her hate for these people will occupy her thoughts moving forward. She knows she must bide her time to enact her revenge .This alone will keep her going during her recovery.

Livia had to put up with the “hands on” treatments from the surgeon during his daily visits but after a week he told her that her recovery is going well and she will probably be discharged with a few days. She was still curious as to why she was sequestered in this locked room but was happy with her diagnosis and began developing her strategy for revenge.

That very night she was awakened by the sound of a key turning in the locked door to her room. In walked Miles Cowerd and governor Abbott. Livia immediately assumed that they were there to free her and take her far away from bridewell. Governor Abbott immediately produced a document for Livia to sign, saying her signature was needed to accept her early release from Bridewell. Livia eagerly signed the document, hoping that she could be free of Bridewell this very night.

Miles then spoke “ Livia dear, I see that you are recovering from your ordeal. The governor and I thought it would look suspicious if you did not receive your “welcome” and then you foolishly stole the governor’s snuff box. How was the governor ever to maintain discipline amongst the women if you only received a token punishment? The flogging was to teach you a lesson, a lesson I hope well learned.”
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Livia bit her tongue. She wanted to lash out at him but she would bide her time. Miles continued “ Since you have agreed to be my concubine and the governor has been instrumental in granting my wishes, I have granted him your access until you are released from this place. In fact you can entertain both of us.” Without a moments hesitation the governor grabbed her around the waist and turned her until she flipped over onto the top of the bed on all fours. He pulled up her shift and pulled down her knickers. Livia did not resist, she would bide her time, until she had her opportunity.
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Miles moved to the front of the woman and undid his codpiece, freeing his manhood and dangling it in front of her face. She knew what to do and parted her lips to receive his shaft into her mouth. Livia heard the governor spit and felt his slippery fingers rub her anus. ‘No not there, she thought. I have never…., augh.’ It felt like someone had thrust a burning poker into her rectum and as she cried out, Miles penetrated deep into her throat. Both men brutally attacked their orifice until they were dated. After a brief respite, they switched places and both road her once again to orgasm.
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Every night for a week the two men visited her, using every deviant way they could think of to use her body. On several occasions they invited the surgeon and even Davey, the guard, to join them. Livia did not resist, believing that once she was released, she could enact her revenge.

Finally after the second week had passed and countless nights of debauchery, the governor and Miles came to release her from Bridewell. Livia thinking her ordeal at Bridewell was over had to suffer one last indignity. As Miles Cowerd held her arm still, governor Abbott branded her flesh with the Bridewell insignia. Livia fainted from the burning pain and slumped in Miles arms.

When Alicia awoke she was in a carriage with Miles and the governor. Free at last from Bridewell she thought, but something was amiss, her arms and legs were fettered with heavy chains. She tried to speak but her mouth was gagged as well. The carriage stopped at the base of a gangway to a sailing ship. Two sailors came down the gangway and lifted Livia out of the carriage.

Livia stood anxiously at the base of the gangway as Miles Cowerd leaned out the window. “ Livia, you finally got the release from Bridewell that you were longing for. Oh, by the way, that paper you signed was a release from your prison sentence in exchange for 15 years of indentured servitude. Your indenture is to be served in a bordello I own in Brisbane Australia. So you see you truly are my concubine.”
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Livia stiffened and began to fight to get away from the two sailers who held her. She tried to kick them but the chains snubbed before her feet could make contact. Miles shouted out as she was being frog-hopped up the gangplank onto the ship. “For gods sake Livia. Save your energy for all the men you will entertain. They will be lined up for blocks waiting to get a roll with you.” He adds for the sailers benefit “Gentleman please do your best to keep her busy on your journey, After all practice makes perfect.” Seeing a whip coiled at the hip of one of the sailers, he adds “Feel free to use the whip if necessary. She is better for its frequent application. I only ask that she maintains her beauty and is disease free when delivered to her destination, as I expect a bounty from the men of Brisbane who will pay generously to sample her wares.” As the carriage begins to move away he finally adds “Good day gentleman and to you my sweet Livia, Enjoy your new adventure.” ( to be continued)
 

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Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Chapter 36

Livia does not regain consciousness until the night of her flogging. She awakens to find herself in a single bed in a secluded room of the hospital. It is probably for the best that she was unconscious when brought in so that she is unaware of the fondling and fingering she endured when the prison surgeon “ treated her wounds. She is lying on her stomach and fells the uncomfortable burning pain of her caned breasts . As she tries to move she feels fiery pain explode across her lacerated back. Wincing in pain, tears filling her eyes once again, she reconsiders the need to move.

Her head is still groggy but everything begins to come back to her now. She remembers how her old aristocratic friends turned their backs on her, even making jokes about her predicament. Laughing at the way she danced about as the stinging cane slashed her breasts and cunny. The insults and how the crowd cheered when she was pulled into the prison courtyard by the ox cart. The way that they laughed at her jiggling nakedness as she ran from the jailers, their raucous cheers as Davey’s lash cut her and drew blood. She vowed that she would get even with all of them
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The thing that Livia despised the most was the look on her ex-husbands face as she beseached him for mercy. His look showed no kindness, no mercy, only the joy of revenge. He could have saved her from her beatings but he chose not to. He enjoyed seeing her grovel before him, he enjoyed her begging in front of the crowd for him to stop her flogging, he enjoyed hearing her screams and seeing her suffer until broken.

But she is not broken, she declares to herself. She will enact her revenge on everyone….Aslin Pennyworth, the bitch who ruined her chances with the governor; her former friends Violet, Prudence, and who turned on her; the aristocrats who shunned her; and finally that bastard Miles who lied and betrayed her. She decided that her hate for these people will occupy her thoughts moving forward. She knows she must bide her time to enact her revenge .This alone will keep her going during her recovery.

Livia had to put up with the “hands on” treatments from the surgeon during his daily visits but after a week he told her that her recovery is going well and she will probably be discharged with a few days. She was still curious as to why she was sequestered in this locked room but was happy with her diagnosis and began developing her strategy for revenge.

That very night she was awakened by the sound of a key turning in the locked door to her room. In walked Miles Cowerd and governor Abbott. Livia immediately assumed that they were there to free her and take her far away from bridewell. Governor Abbott immediately produced a document for Livia to sign, saying her signature was needed to accept her early release from Bridewell. Livia eagerly signed the document, hoping that she could be free of Bridewell this very night.

Miles then spoke “ Livia dear, I see that you are recovering from your ordeal. The governor and I thought it would look suspicious if you did not receive your “welcome” and then you foolishly stole the governor’s snuff box. How was the governor ever to maintain discipline amongst the women if you only received a token punishment? The flogging was to teach you a lesson, a lesson I hope well learned.”
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Livia bit her tongue. She wanted to lash out at him but she would bide her time. Miles continued “ Since you have agreed to be my concubine and the governor has been instrumental in granting my wishes, I have granted him your access until you are released from this place. In fact you can entertain both of us.” Without a moments hesitation the governor grabbed her around the waist and turned her until she flipped over onto the top of the bed on all fours. He pulled up her shift and pulled down her knickers. Livia did not resist, she would bide her time, until she had her opportunity.
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Miles moved to the front of the woman and undid his codpiece, freeing his manhood and dangling it in front of her face. She knew what to do and parted her lips to receive his shaft into her mouth. Livia heard the governor spit and felt his slippery fingers rub her anus. ‘No not there, she thought. I have never…., augh.’ It felt like someone had thrust a burning poker into her rectum and as she cried out, Miles penetrated deep into her throat. Both men brutally attacked their orifice until they were dated. After a brief respite, they switched places and both road her once again to orgasm.
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Every night for a week the two men visited her, using every deviant way they could think of to use her body. On several occasions they invited the surgeon and even Davey, the guard, to join them. Livia did not resist, believing that once she was released, she could enact her revenge.

Finally after the second week had passed and countless nights of debauchery, the governor and Miles came to release her from Bridewell. Livia thinking her ordeal at Bridewell was over had to suffer one last indignity. As Miles Cowerd held her arm still, governor Abbott branded her flesh with the Bridewell insignia. Livia fainted from the burning pain and slumped in Miles arms.

When Alicia awoke she was in a carriage with Miles and the governor. Free at last from Bridewell she thought, but something was amiss, her arms and legs were fettered with heavy chains. She tried to speak but her mouth was gagged as well. The carriage stopped at the base of a gangway to a sailing ship. Two sailors came down the gangway and lifted Livia out of the carriage.

Livia stood anxiously at the base of the gangway as Miles Cowerd leaned out the window. “ Livia, you finally got the release from Bridewell that you were longing for. Oh, by the way, that paper you signed was a release from your prison sentence in exchange for 15 years of indentured servitude. Your indenture is to be served in a bordello I own in Brisbane Australia. So you see you truly are my concubine.”
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Livia stiffened and began to fight to get away from the two sailers who held her. She tried to kick them but the chains snubbed before her feet could make contact. Miles shouted out as she was being frog-hopped up the gangplank onto the ship. “For gods sake Livia. Save your energy for all the men you will entertain. They will be lined up for blocks waiting to get a roll with you.” He adds for the sailers benefit “Gentleman please do your best to keep her busy on your journey, After all practice makes perfect.” Seeing a whip coiled at the hip of one of the sailers, he adds “Feel free to use the whip if necessary. She is better for its frequent application. I only ask that she maintains her beauty and is disease free when delivered to her destination, as I expect a bounty from the men of Brisbane who will pay generously to sample her wares.” As the carriage begins to move away he finally adds “Good day gentleman and to you my sweet Livia, Enjoy your new adventure.” ( to be continued)

Oh sing now the tale of slave Livia, broken from her haughty ways… Bound (and gagged) for Moreton Bay…
 
Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain.Chapter 37

It is really hard for me to believe that Livia is gone and out of my life forever, but if what Ashley told me after her stint with Governor Abbott is true, Livia is on a boat headed to Australia. I have no reason to doubt Ashley but I am not so sure that I trust what Governor Abbott tells her. He has not always been truthful with me, it could be a ruse. But after another month with no Livia in sight, I finally start to believe it.
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Governor Abbott begins to make advances toward me once again, to no avail. For some reason the governor thinks that since he got rid of Livia “for me”, that I owe him something. That something, I am sure, is to warm his bed. Why is it that all men with means, whether it be power or money, wish to subjugate women… keep them within their realm of power and use them when they feel the urge arise.

I don’t wish to be a woman kept so. A small part of me believes that maybe even Livia was in such a position. Maybe that is why she chose to defy her husband and start a venture behind his back. Maybe she is paying for the fact that she thought she was the one in control when she became the wife of Miles Cowerd, but really it was always he who was in control. That seems to be true of the male of our species, always control of their women whether it appears that way or not. Once the male gains that control he never wishes to relinquish it.

I do not want to find myself in such a position ever again. It happened once, I married a man I thought was in love with me, but instead he was in love with my money. What money I had been able to save from hard work was soon gambled away. After his fatal accident, the debtors, like Miles Cowerd, came calling and without the means to pay them all, I ended up here in Bridewell. I will not let that happen again, whether it be the governor, Miles Cowerd or any other man. I will remain true to myself and bow down to no man ever again.

Governor Abbott begins sending me small gifts, scented soap, a fancy comb, ribbons for my hair, but I returned them all without hesitation. As suddenly as it
started, his attention and his gifts stop. I am relieved that I have been able to spurn his advances but my friend Elsbeth warns me that men like the governor don’t like being rebuffed. “ You may have survived the battle, Aslin, but the war is far from over.” I hope that she is wrong but the feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me otherwise.
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The otherwise turns into a reality on the night of Friday next. I am awakened by someone shaking my shoulder. “It’s time for a workout, Pennyworth. No need to change your clothing or grab your shoes. Barefoot and in your shift will be just fine.” My heart starts racing, it isn’t the closet if I amto work, but what will it be? Could it be the capstan again, beating hemp, or the ordeal in the courtyard where I move stones from one side of the courtyard to the other. I shake, hoping that I is nothing but realizing that I should expect the worst.

Elsbeth tries to stop the guard, rising from the bed to get between the guard and I. “ She ain’t done no wrong! Go away and leave he be.” The guard states firmly grabbing for her cane, “ Lie back down you big cow or you’ll get some swats with this. Ain’t me deciding to take her, it’s the governor.” With that, I nodded at Elsbeth and she slowly backs away . Elsbeth was right, the governor has not forgotten me, but I will have to face this myself.
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I am happy that I am not going to be placed in the closet but instead I am marched thru the prison hallways out to the courtyard. My mind is racing, am I going to be be imprisoned in the stocks or the pillory on the platform again? Am I to be whipped at the post or caned on the bench?
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It is early morning and the sun is just beginning to brighten the day as I am led outside. To my relief the guard does not lead me toward the platform but rather to the far side of the courtyard, toward some type of small two wheeled cart without an animal harnessed to it. I see governor Abbott speaking to several men with their backs turned toward me. As I get closer my heart sinks. I recognize one of the men, it is Miles Cowerd.

“Aslin, so good to see you again.” He smirks. “ You look fit. Have you reconsidered the offer to become my indentured servant? After all with Livia gone you wouldn’t have to share me with anyone.” Without hesitating my answer is the same. “ No, I will be owned by no man!” “ Well then” added the governor,
“ this exercise that we will engage in will benefit you, Pennyworth. It may help you to change your mind immediately. If not, it will help keep you fit and trim as you can expect more of the same on a regular basis. I guarantee youthat it will hold your interest and help reconsider your position.

The governor turns back to Miles and his friends, “ May I demonstrate the benefits of this exercise for you” They nod eagerly and the governor orders the guards to prepare me. I am told to pull my shift over my head and pull down my knickers. I am not happy being naked in front of men but is not as shocking as it once was, as it has happened a number of times since I arrived at Bridewell. It is now obvious to me that I am to be the animal pulling this cart, as the guards secure me between the two poles that extend from the front of the cart and fit me with a mouth bit with reins attached. I am nothing more than a naked animal to them now and with that knowledge, I feel a deep embarrassment creep over me.
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I am now holding up the weight of the cart and I can feel the cart shake as Governor Abbott climbs up into the drivers seat. I feel the steel bit scrape my teeth as the governor pulls back on the reins. “ I’ll do that when I want you to slow” he says. “ I’ll do this when I want you to turn” he says as he turns my head first to the left and then to the right by tugging on the respective rein. Suddenly I hear a crack and my back explodes in pain as he strikes me with the business end of a carriage whip. “ That means I want you to start, speed up, or I feel like you deserve a stripe. Do you understand, Pennyworth? Unable to speak with the bit in my mouth, I nod my head.
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Another strike on my buttocks causes me to jump and I dig my toes into the hard packed earth as I begin to inch the cart forward. It is heavy with the weight of the governor and I hope that the cart is like the capstan, it’s hard to start it in motion but once you get it going it’s momentum works in your favor. I pull as hard as I can with several more strokes of the whip encouraging me to pull harder. My back burns with each stroke and finally the cart is moving at a steady pace as we make the first left turn near the platform. The governor wanting me to pull harder strikes me three times in succession. I scream into the bit and increase my pace to a slow jog as we enter the second turn but the governor is still not satisfied. Two hard strokes on my bottom has me moving faster. As we make the last turn, I am having a difficult time seeing as tears from the pain fill my eyes but I do see Miles and his friends laughing and gesturing as they cheer on the governors efforts.

I am sure that that bastard Miles and his friends are enjoying the sight of me pulling that heavy cart. Enjoying my squeals and each grimace on my face as the whip strikes me. Enjoying my nakedness, my breasts wobbling on my chest as the muscles in my legs ripple with my efforts to move the cart. I see them pointing to to that sacred spot between my legs and I wonder if this is the time after they tire of making me suffer, that they will rape me.

As the governor pulls back on the reigns, my head jerks back and the cart slows. I bend over trying to catch my breath. I feel the cart shake as a new driver takes the governor’s place. A tug on the reins gets my attention and I hear that all too familiar voice “ Let’s see what this little filly can do. I’ll wager 10 pounds that I can take this little bitch thrice around the circuit faster than anyone else. The other three men agree to the wager. My god they are betting on me as they would a race horse. I feel a burning pain as the tip of the lash strikes me between my shoulder blades, telling me my rest period is over. “ Don’t disappoint me Pennyworth, pull like a thoroughbred or it will be all the worse for you. Put that sweet little ass of yours into it girl. I’ve put good money on you, and I do ever so much hate to lose. ( to be continued)
 
Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain. Part 38

Meanwhile on the clipper ship Destiny, Livia Cowerd is marched unceremoniously onto the ship and brought before the captain and first mate, she tries to plead her case to no avail. The captain just shakes his head and gestures toward a doorway and the same two sailers who had forced her up the ramp , deliver her below deck to a dark and damp cell. She has been forced to strip from her prison garb in front of several men and given a medium weight shift to wear, along with a heavy woolen cloak for inclement weather, and an ill fitting pair of shoes.
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Livia has carefully watched the men who have “processed” her looking for someone with some authority and a weak countenance. Someone who she can exploit. She finds no one in this lot that meet her requirements. She knows that she will have to hurry and find someone otherwise this voyage will be quite unpleasant.
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Back at Bridewell, I have now to deal with Miles Cowerd once again. He strikes me with a sharp blow to the back of my left thigh. It’s intent is to get me moving and my response is immediate. I can tell that he means business and since I have no other option except to suffer many more viscous blows, I begin to to pull with all my might. Fortunately Miles although taller than the governor, weighs at least 2 stones less.

I am able to get the cart up to the speed of a steady jog before we get to the first turn near the platform. My head flies back as he strikes the left cheek of my bottom three times in succession, urging me to move faster. I am thinking that he is quite adept with the whip now. I remember him whipping me at the capstan and thinking that his lashes at that time were much less painful than those administered by the guard. It seems to me that he has mastered the weapon now, as a fourth blow snaps onto the same tender area of skin.

My mind is reeling now, the pain from the four strokes is unrelenting as I bend forward and really put my back into it. My knees are pumping higher and higher now.
I am not sure that I can go any faster. The harness connecting me to the cart is beginning to chafe my shoulders and my arm pits. I can’t get a good look but my wrists are burning, I’m afraid that the metal gyves that connect to the arms of the cart are rubbing all the skin from my wrists.

Still Miles urges me to a faster pace with a stroke to my upper back that curves around my side with the tip snapping against the tender flesh of my right breast. My scream is hard but muffled by the bit in my mouth. I try to run faster, it feels like I am, but a second stroke in the same place tells me otherwise.

This time the tip curls around and makes a direct hit on my unprotected nipple. This time I scream so loud that even the metal bit in my mouth can’t suppress the sound. I almost stumble from the pain but I maintain my balance and pull as hard as I can. We have completed half of the three circuits Miles had promised and we are moving as fast as I can pull the cart.
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I can see Miles three friends and the governor through year-filled eyes as they cheer their man on. I am afraid that the cart is rolling so fast behind me that if I were to stumble or fall, the cart would run over me and crush me. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, at least my suffering would be over. But I am not ready to die yet so I keep pushing as fast as my legs will go. Miles must be happy with my efforts as does not use the whip to coax me on until we reach the end of the third and final loop.

But just as I begin to slow after completing the third loop, I feel several stinging lashes across my bottom. The lashes don’t stop until I have once again reached top speed and I am not allowed to stop until we have completed five full loops. By the time we are finished I am bent over between the arms of the cart, wretching from the exertion.

Suddenly I feel the tip of the lash snap up between my legs. The brutal burning pain causes me to drop to my knees as my body shakes and I scream out in pain.
“ Pennyworth” Miles shouts, “ That is no way for a prime filly to act. Which do you wish to be, a thoroughbred or just a beast of burden. Show some character woman, you still have three more riders to take about the circuit.”

I am allowed to rest before the next rider but I remain in the harness, the bit still in my mouth. I slowly rise back to my feet as they bring a very large bucket of water and place it before me. There is no ladle and no one steps forward to help me, I realize that if I want to drink I am on my own. I try to bend but the harness won’t let me. I drop to my knees and I am able to bend just far enough to get my face into the bucket and start lapping up water. I am embarrassed as I realize that all eyes are on me, they don’t see a woman, they see only an animal.
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After the rest period, I take on the next rider. He is not nearly as proficient with the whip as Miles and although he strikes me more often, none of the lashes are direct hits and although they are painful, I am able to withstand them. He tries but he is unable to take me to top speed by the time we finish the third circuit.

I get the same rest period and I am “watered” once again. The next rider is better with the whip but I am tiring and unable to pull as fast and hard as I did for Miles. I drop to my knees and wretch again after we finish the circuit. The men laugh at me. I am so tired, sweat glistens on my naked body, I am not sure that I can regain my feet. I am sure that I can not pull the cart for even one more circuit.

The last of Miles friends protests that he has not had his opportunity to ride. I can’t hear their conversation but they come to some sort of agreement. I am released from the cart and immediately marched up the platform steps. I am so exhausted they have to half carry me. I am too tired to protest as their hands caress me in all my womanly places; breasts, bottom, and between my legs. I do begin to struggled when they pull me toward the pillory. In a matter of seconds they have secured me in its grasp.
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This is it, I tell myself. They are going to rape me. I begin to shake, as I brace myself for their assault. Instead, I feel a fiery pain across the middle of my buttocks. I realize I am to be caned and actually feel a sense of relief. I scream loudly now as the next blow strikes home. Twenty strokes later they ask me the same question, am I ready on sign my indenture to Miles Cowerd. I shake my head no.
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Miles stares at me and looks me in the eyes, “ Then plan on us visiting again real soon, Pennyworth. Next time I expect we won’t be so easy you. I see the five men descend the platform steps. They leave me naked and alone, locked in the pillory. It is some time before I am distracted from the misery of my cramping muscles by the sound of footsteps on the stairs of the platform. I turn to see the man with the kind eyes move toward me with something in his hands. I blink my eyes, thinking I am hallucinating, but what I see is real.
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A deep flush comes over me as he approaches.He has seen my nakedness several times before but never up this close and immobilized as I am now. His eyes show only concern. “I come to help you. I am a prison trustee and I now work for the surgeon. We have met briefly before, my name is Edward Samson, I was a physician in what seems like another lifetime, so please don’t be afraid, Aslin.” He knows my name. He knows my name!

I flinch as as he begins to rub some type of salve onto my wounds from the whip.. He whispers “ It’s alright Aslin, l won’t hurt you. All men are not cruel.” Somehow, for the first time since my trial, I believe that. His hands are gentle and kind as he tends to my wounds. Soon the guards come to release me from the pillory and Edward wraps a blanket around me to spare me the shame of being taken back into the prison unclothed. He escorts me to the infirmary, sees that I am placed in a bed, and as he leaves he assures me that he will return soon.

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