Wednesday morning dawns. It's cold and we are hungry and thirsty. I don't think any of us got much sleep.
The guards appear. Three. Different Ones this time. One has a short cane. Get that dress off and get on your knees. Three unwashed and strong smelling cocks. And hands everywhere. Breakfast was cold porridge and weak coffee but we all eat and drank ravenously. And I did my best to clean up.
At nine I was taken to see the governor. He was grim - after my unfavourable report. He looked out of the window.
Wilby - here. His tone peremptory. I was showed towards the window.
Fifty male prisoners lined up. Twenty uniformed guards. And three wooden whipping posts about six feet apart. And three sets of stocks. What made my blood run cold was the sight of my two maids, Chloe and Sophie, both pretty. But different in build - Chloe slightly plump with a motherly bosom, and Sophie slim with a very prominent bum that all the men glanced at more than once. In grey prison dresses. Being prodded by two guards with bayonets. The warden, in his uniform, addressing them. Although I could not hear through the window the two young women were clearly crying and pleading.
The governor is beside me. A little demonstration. This time I do not want to damage them too much. So a dozen and a half on the back. He smikes at me. Then a dozen to warm up their tits. And the stocks. The guards need their pleasures, and what could be better than a wriggling naked girl in the stocks. Then we will let the prisoners have a turn - it keeps them quiet and more docile. He laughs.
I watch in horror as Chloe and Sophie are Manacled. And led to the whipping posts. Their dresses taken from them. The chins stretched to a hook and helpless against the cruel wooded post. Four of the guards strip off their shirts and then take up a cat o nine tails and a bullwhip. They practice while the women sob in fear. But there is no escape. The first stroke rakes Chloe's reign shoulder to her left kidney leaving a bloody trail on her soft white skin , then the other guard takes an angry wheel on her shoulder blade. Her legs kicking in agony, Sophie is wimpering in anticipation and the guard waits. Then flays her lower back. The bullwhip across her snickingbher right breast. The scream is terrible. Chloe is trying to wrap herself round the post as the next four strike her, then shphie. Two to each girls bottom make a little blood trickle down their thighs.