Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Bridewell, My Penance, My Pain Pt 7
I am shocked by what I hear. My god, I cant believe it. This can not be happening. I feel like my world is spiraling out of control. How can I survive Bridewell with everything turned against me. Both the Matron and Miles Coward smile at me as the realization of his words sink in. “Parker, time to get “little miss high and mighty”chained to the machine.”Says the matron. “My favorite nephew shouldn’t be kept waiting.” A stiff shove in my back gets me moving “ No sense delaying this Pennyworth. Move that scrawny ass.” I lurch forward, almost falling. I try not to make eye contact with the men as I move past them but I can tell they are fixated on my bobbing breasts. I can’t see them but I can hear their comments. I flush with embarrassment as I hear the four men discussing my body...my frame, the size of my breasts, my bottom covered by my drawers, and even my legs that are bared from the knees down. It sounds like they are evaluating horse flesh at an auction, but it is my flesh they are evaluating and my flesh that they mean to punish. I feel extremely fearful as my wrists are shackled to the push bar of the capstan. The dungeon is cold and damp and I fell the goose pimples form on my exposed skin. My nipples harden in response to the cold.
“ Looks like she is all ready for us boys” I hear Miles Coward say. “I’ll get the first thirty minutes, then Raymond gets the second thirty, Johnny gets the third, and Jasper you get the last 30 minutes. Don’t hold back. She owes all of us a lot money. She should have told that useless husband of hers not to gamble away her money. Look at her , she has a strong back she can take our best. Let’s strive to give her our very best.” The matron added “ Sorry boys you will have to be satisfied with the strap tonight. I can’t take the chance of damaging her before the new governor gets here. But don’t worry the strap really smarts. You won’t draw blood but she will scream plenty. Sorry we have to keep her bottom covered but I can’t take the chance of finding out that she has a whelp in her belly when the new governor shows. So you won’t be getting randy with her tonite. That don't mean you can’t do no touching, but no poking if you know what I mean. In another month or so after I feels the governor out, maybe anything will go on the next visit. Got a table and chairs with a good view over by the wall and feel free to help yourselves to those jugs of ale.”
I turn my head to watch the men take their places at the table and fill their mugs. I don’t notice Miles Coward moving up behind me. Not until I feel his hands reach around my body to grasp my bare breasts. He squeezes them and pinches my nipples hard. “ nice titties, Pennyworth” he says .I gasp. His hands move downward on my sides until they reach my drawers. He slides his fingers under the waistband and soon has each bottom cheek in his hands. He squeezes not too gently “ Buttocks are pretty firm too.” I squirm trying to pull away from him but his weight has me pinned against the arm of the capstan.
“ Let’s check out that sweet spot between your thighs” he said as his hands move inside my drawers to the front. He uses his hands to pull me back toward his pelvis. I can feel his hardness pressing against my bottom. I fight his grip, wriggling.
“ What a wanton you are Pennyworth. Wiggling your arse like that.” He said “But aunty says there will be none of that tonite. So you’ll have to be satisfied with this.” As he parted my nether lips with his forefinger and shoved it deep into me.” I squeal as he wiggles his finger inside me, much to the delight of the watching men who laugh aloud. I can feel the warm flush of embarrassment flow over me. “ So tight and wet and warm in there, Pennyworth. So much to look forward to on the next visit. I think she likes it boys, see how flushed her skin is and how far her nubbins are poking out.” I glance down at my breasts and cry out in embarrassment once again. My nipples are hard and erect. I am even shocked at the length of my nipples. I blurt out, “ You will never have me you bastard. I hope you rot in hell for your misdeeds.” Miles laughs aloud “I do believe that it is you that has four years of hell in front of her. So many lessons for you to learn during those four years. Shall we start with your first lesson.“ Never anger the hand that wields the strap”.
Miles Coward takes a long step to the left of my body chained to the horizontal bar and carefully measures the distance. He says “ Count out loud for me Aslin. If you forget or miscount we add ten minutes to your session. Don’t fret , that won’t be a problem, we have all night.” He reaches way back with his right arm and as he steps into a viscous lash, I hear him yell “Move.” I hear the strap snap loudly just a moment before my back explodes in pain. I grimace but no sounds come from me. The air is forced from my lungs as I lurch forward and I gasp for air. I have never felt such pain in all my life. It starts at the point of impact and radiates trough my whole body. I struggle to get the machine moving. I bend my back and dig my feet in trying to push to get it started. I can already tell that I must maintain my momentum because it is so much harder to push from a standstill than it is to keep the machine moving. I am approaching the starting point again as I slowly turn the capstan before I remember I have not counted. I cry out “one” just before I pass where he stands.
As I pass him, I see him reach back again. I hear the whistle of the strap as it approaches my back for the second time. I feel my body tense awaiting the bite of the lash. This time the sound and the explosion of pain is almost simultaneous. The pain is much worse with this stroke. I fight back a scream, I won’t give him the pleasure of hearing me scream. I grunt “two” and keep pushing slowly, turning the machine. My back is burning, my eyes are tearing as I approach him for the third time. He has the same smile on his face now that he had the day I slapped his face. He had approached me at the party that day, innocently enough, making small talk but eventually asking me to his home to lay with him. I politely declined but when he touched me inappropriately, I turned and slapped him across the face. I remember his cronies laughing at him as I stormed from the room hoping that our paths would never cross again. Fate would not have it that way and although I did no wrong, now I am suffering for it.
This time as I pass him he says “ Faster you little bitch” and lays into me with two consecutive hard strokes. My head flies back and I scream for the first time. My back is on fire. It feels like someone has dropped red hot coals between my shoulder blades. I bow my head, my hair falling over my face as eyes. I really dig in with my toes, pushing harder with my legs trying to pick up my pace and avoid another stroke. I am in a quandary, if I don’t pick up the pace I get more strokes…if I do pick up the pace, I pass him more often and receive more lashes.
I am passing him again and stiffen as the strap strikes my lower back. I see the men at the table erupt from their chairs pointing at me “ She forgot to count “ they yell. It is true. I have forgotten to count. Myles Coward smirked “ You are not even 5 minutes in Pennyworth and already you owe us another 10 minutes.” For some reason, I don’t know why, I begin to cry uncontrollably. It’s not because of the burning pain, it’s not because I am almost completely naked in front of these strange men, I believe it is because I realize that there is no way that l can survive four years in this hell called Bridewell. I am quite sure that I will not survive this very night.
But survive the night I do. The five minute rest breaks between the ten minute sessions are too short but do help me survive the ordeal. Each man has their turn with me. I scream and scream until my voice becomes hoarse, but the strap keeps falling and the pain becomes my whole world. I am numb with pain by the time the last man finishes. My feet are blistered, my hands are cramping and my wrists raw, my legs ache so badly I can barely stand, my back hurts so much I know it can’t take another blow. I slump over the bar exhausted, waiting for them to unshackle me.
Suddenly Miles Coward steps forward. “Not done yet, Pennyworth. You owe each of us ten more minutes for the miscounts.” I finally break down” Please, Please I beg you. I can’t take any more. My back can’t take another stroke. Please sir have mercy.” Coward turned to his colleagues “ How about it men. We can show Pennyworth some mercy if she agrees. I say we turn her around and each of us gets two swats at her bubbies” Of course the men agreed whole heartedly. “ Well Pennyworth, is it to be your back or your breasts. I dropped my head and in a voice even I could barely hear, I whispered “my breasts”.
The men move quickly to unshackle my wrists. Their hands roam over my body as they turn me. My back hurts more and more with each small movement. I am now facing the vile man Miles Coward holding the strap. The men called Johnny and Jasper each take a wrist and pull my arms out straight to each side. Coward says “Brace yourself , Pennyworth” as he steps into the first stroke. The strap snaps across both breasts, hitting my nipples dead center. I cry out in pain, my knees buckle. This pain is different, the flesh so tender. It feels like someone is holding fire to each breast. Before I am ready the second strike hits home. I scream loudly and pull at the hands that hold me but the men hold fast. The fiery pain radiates thru the front of my body, to add to the awful pain in my back, worsened by my struggles. I don’t believe I can take six more strokes, surely the strap has already drawn blood. My nipples burn as if their their tender skin has been ripped by the strap. I look down at my breasts, there are red streaks across both but I see no blood.
Suddenly I see Coward reach back and send another lash across my chest. This knocks the breath from me and before I can get air in my lungs a fourth stroke burns across my nipples. My scream is ear-splitting. “ You bastard” I yell, “ you said two strokes each.” He smiles at me “ such foul language from a woman, Pennyworth. I believe you are confused. I believe six strokes each was the agreed upon punishment.” I look beseechingly at the Matron and Parker still standing in the far corner. “ Pennyworth are you accusing my nephew of lying? Who would ever take the word of a convict over that of a gentleman? Trust me things could be much worse and believe me in the future they will be. You’ll look back at this night as a walk in the park.” I scream as the strap finds my breasts once again and strikes with unimaginable venom. (To be continued)
I am shocked by what I hear. My god, I cant believe it. This can not be happening. I feel like my world is spiraling out of control. How can I survive Bridewell with everything turned against me. Both the Matron and Miles Coward smile at me as the realization of his words sink in. “Parker, time to get “little miss high and mighty”chained to the machine.”Says the matron. “My favorite nephew shouldn’t be kept waiting.” A stiff shove in my back gets me moving “ No sense delaying this Pennyworth. Move that scrawny ass.” I lurch forward, almost falling. I try not to make eye contact with the men as I move past them but I can tell they are fixated on my bobbing breasts. I can’t see them but I can hear their comments. I flush with embarrassment as I hear the four men discussing my body...my frame, the size of my breasts, my bottom covered by my drawers, and even my legs that are bared from the knees down. It sounds like they are evaluating horse flesh at an auction, but it is my flesh they are evaluating and my flesh that they mean to punish. I feel extremely fearful as my wrists are shackled to the push bar of the capstan. The dungeon is cold and damp and I fell the goose pimples form on my exposed skin. My nipples harden in response to the cold.
“ Looks like she is all ready for us boys” I hear Miles Coward say. “I’ll get the first thirty minutes, then Raymond gets the second thirty, Johnny gets the third, and Jasper you get the last 30 minutes. Don’t hold back. She owes all of us a lot money. She should have told that useless husband of hers not to gamble away her money. Look at her , she has a strong back she can take our best. Let’s strive to give her our very best.” The matron added “ Sorry boys you will have to be satisfied with the strap tonight. I can’t take the chance of damaging her before the new governor gets here. But don’t worry the strap really smarts. You won’t draw blood but she will scream plenty. Sorry we have to keep her bottom covered but I can’t take the chance of finding out that she has a whelp in her belly when the new governor shows. So you won’t be getting randy with her tonite. That don't mean you can’t do no touching, but no poking if you know what I mean. In another month or so after I feels the governor out, maybe anything will go on the next visit. Got a table and chairs with a good view over by the wall and feel free to help yourselves to those jugs of ale.”
I turn my head to watch the men take their places at the table and fill their mugs. I don’t notice Miles Coward moving up behind me. Not until I feel his hands reach around my body to grasp my bare breasts. He squeezes them and pinches my nipples hard. “ nice titties, Pennyworth” he says .I gasp. His hands move downward on my sides until they reach my drawers. He slides his fingers under the waistband and soon has each bottom cheek in his hands. He squeezes not too gently “ Buttocks are pretty firm too.” I squirm trying to pull away from him but his weight has me pinned against the arm of the capstan.
“ Let’s check out that sweet spot between your thighs” he said as his hands move inside my drawers to the front. He uses his hands to pull me back toward his pelvis. I can feel his hardness pressing against my bottom. I fight his grip, wriggling.
“ What a wanton you are Pennyworth. Wiggling your arse like that.” He said “But aunty says there will be none of that tonite. So you’ll have to be satisfied with this.” As he parted my nether lips with his forefinger and shoved it deep into me.” I squeal as he wiggles his finger inside me, much to the delight of the watching men who laugh aloud. I can feel the warm flush of embarrassment flow over me. “ So tight and wet and warm in there, Pennyworth. So much to look forward to on the next visit. I think she likes it boys, see how flushed her skin is and how far her nubbins are poking out.” I glance down at my breasts and cry out in embarrassment once again. My nipples are hard and erect. I am even shocked at the length of my nipples. I blurt out, “ You will never have me you bastard. I hope you rot in hell for your misdeeds.” Miles laughs aloud “I do believe that it is you that has four years of hell in front of her. So many lessons for you to learn during those four years. Shall we start with your first lesson.“ Never anger the hand that wields the strap”.
Miles Coward takes a long step to the left of my body chained to the horizontal bar and carefully measures the distance. He says “ Count out loud for me Aslin. If you forget or miscount we add ten minutes to your session. Don’t fret , that won’t be a problem, we have all night.” He reaches way back with his right arm and as he steps into a viscous lash, I hear him yell “Move.” I hear the strap snap loudly just a moment before my back explodes in pain. I grimace but no sounds come from me. The air is forced from my lungs as I lurch forward and I gasp for air. I have never felt such pain in all my life. It starts at the point of impact and radiates trough my whole body. I struggle to get the machine moving. I bend my back and dig my feet in trying to push to get it started. I can already tell that I must maintain my momentum because it is so much harder to push from a standstill than it is to keep the machine moving. I am approaching the starting point again as I slowly turn the capstan before I remember I have not counted. I cry out “one” just before I pass where he stands.
As I pass him, I see him reach back again. I hear the whistle of the strap as it approaches my back for the second time. I feel my body tense awaiting the bite of the lash. This time the sound and the explosion of pain is almost simultaneous. The pain is much worse with this stroke. I fight back a scream, I won’t give him the pleasure of hearing me scream. I grunt “two” and keep pushing slowly, turning the machine. My back is burning, my eyes are tearing as I approach him for the third time. He has the same smile on his face now that he had the day I slapped his face. He had approached me at the party that day, innocently enough, making small talk but eventually asking me to his home to lay with him. I politely declined but when he touched me inappropriately, I turned and slapped him across the face. I remember his cronies laughing at him as I stormed from the room hoping that our paths would never cross again. Fate would not have it that way and although I did no wrong, now I am suffering for it.
This time as I pass him he says “ Faster you little bitch” and lays into me with two consecutive hard strokes. My head flies back and I scream for the first time. My back is on fire. It feels like someone has dropped red hot coals between my shoulder blades. I bow my head, my hair falling over my face as eyes. I really dig in with my toes, pushing harder with my legs trying to pick up my pace and avoid another stroke. I am in a quandary, if I don’t pick up the pace I get more strokes…if I do pick up the pace, I pass him more often and receive more lashes.
I am passing him again and stiffen as the strap strikes my lower back. I see the men at the table erupt from their chairs pointing at me “ She forgot to count “ they yell. It is true. I have forgotten to count. Myles Coward smirked “ You are not even 5 minutes in Pennyworth and already you owe us another 10 minutes.” For some reason, I don’t know why, I begin to cry uncontrollably. It’s not because of the burning pain, it’s not because I am almost completely naked in front of these strange men, I believe it is because I realize that there is no way that l can survive four years in this hell called Bridewell. I am quite sure that I will not survive this very night.
But survive the night I do. The five minute rest breaks between the ten minute sessions are too short but do help me survive the ordeal. Each man has their turn with me. I scream and scream until my voice becomes hoarse, but the strap keeps falling and the pain becomes my whole world. I am numb with pain by the time the last man finishes. My feet are blistered, my hands are cramping and my wrists raw, my legs ache so badly I can barely stand, my back hurts so much I know it can’t take another blow. I slump over the bar exhausted, waiting for them to unshackle me.
Suddenly Miles Coward steps forward. “Not done yet, Pennyworth. You owe each of us ten more minutes for the miscounts.” I finally break down” Please, Please I beg you. I can’t take any more. My back can’t take another stroke. Please sir have mercy.” Coward turned to his colleagues “ How about it men. We can show Pennyworth some mercy if she agrees. I say we turn her around and each of us gets two swats at her bubbies” Of course the men agreed whole heartedly. “ Well Pennyworth, is it to be your back or your breasts. I dropped my head and in a voice even I could barely hear, I whispered “my breasts”.
The men move quickly to unshackle my wrists. Their hands roam over my body as they turn me. My back hurts more and more with each small movement. I am now facing the vile man Miles Coward holding the strap. The men called Johnny and Jasper each take a wrist and pull my arms out straight to each side. Coward says “Brace yourself , Pennyworth” as he steps into the first stroke. The strap snaps across both breasts, hitting my nipples dead center. I cry out in pain, my knees buckle. This pain is different, the flesh so tender. It feels like someone is holding fire to each breast. Before I am ready the second strike hits home. I scream loudly and pull at the hands that hold me but the men hold fast. The fiery pain radiates thru the front of my body, to add to the awful pain in my back, worsened by my struggles. I don’t believe I can take six more strokes, surely the strap has already drawn blood. My nipples burn as if their their tender skin has been ripped by the strap. I look down at my breasts, there are red streaks across both but I see no blood.
Suddenly I see Coward reach back and send another lash across my chest. This knocks the breath from me and before I can get air in my lungs a fourth stroke burns across my nipples. My scream is ear-splitting. “ You bastard” I yell, “ you said two strokes each.” He smiles at me “ such foul language from a woman, Pennyworth. I believe you are confused. I believe six strokes each was the agreed upon punishment.” I look beseechingly at the Matron and Parker still standing in the far corner. “ Pennyworth are you accusing my nephew of lying? Who would ever take the word of a convict over that of a gentleman? Trust me things could be much worse and believe me in the future they will be. You’ll look back at this night as a walk in the park.” I scream as the strap finds my breasts once again and strikes with unimaginable venom. (To be continued)
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