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KelvinB

Assistant executioner
I did not write this story.
I used DeepL, an AI translator, to convert the following story to English, which was originally written in Chinese.
If you happened to be the rightful owner of the following article, and wished to be credited or removed, please feel free to contact the moderators for advice as I will not be able to amend or delete the thread.


Girls' Judicial Flogging

Wang Yi, Female, 24 years old, Height 154, Weight 82, has been sentenced to 6 months' imprisonment and 12 strokes for marital infidelity.

Since male flogging has shown effectiveness in suppressing the national crime rate, the country has started to implement female flogging on a trial basis starting from January 1 last year. It is mainly targeted at crimes such as marital infidelity, intentional injury, theft, prostitution and drug addiction.

The age of caning is between 19 and 50 years old, and the area of whipping is on the buttocks. The canes are slightly thinner than that of males. They are 1.2 meters long and 1 centimeter thick for adult girls, and 1.2 meters long and 0.8 centimeters thick for juvenile girls, and it will be disposed after every session.

The procedure is roughly the same as male, but with five female prison guards supervising the execution, and the caning officer is a specially trained male prison guard. The lower half of the body is bare, while the upper half of the body is required to wear a cloth and tight vest to secure the breasts.

More than 600 girls have been caned since the trial has begun. Although some feminists strongly opposed to female flogging, statistics has shown that it has greatly deterred some girls from attempting to commit grave acts. Many girls are afraid to take the risk as they do not wish to be flogged. Caning of schoolgirls, in particular, has led to a significant decrease in school violence.

On Tuesday, May 16, three female inmates from room 107, Feng Xin, Wang Yi and Zhang Xiaomeng are scheduled to be caned. At 8:00 a.m., Wang Yi, and the others, was taken to the infirmary for a medical examination, and all three were required to undergo their normal sentences. After the completion of the physical examination, Wang Yi and others put on underwear, vests and underpants, and were taken to the waiting room to wait.

At 9 o'clock, the door of the torture room opened.

"Feng Xin", Feng Xin was the first to be caned and was brought into the torture room. Feng Xin was sentenced to 10 strokes for drug addiction.

Two other females waited nervously at the door, eyes staring at the door of the torture room, wanting to know what was going on inside. However, the door was surprisingly soundproof, and nothing could be heard inside.

After about ten minutes, "Crack ...... ah!!!" Feng Xin's screams still came out of the torture room, her voice was hoarse. Wang Yi was frightened and cried out in despair, "I'm wrong, please do not punish me......". The female prison guards standing at the door of the torture room disdainfully looked at Wang Yi, as if this scene was a commonplace.

Feng Xin was carried out by two female prison guards, two blood-red eyes were lifeless, the vest had been soaked with sweat, the buttocks were cracked open several times, blood flowed from the wounds to the thighs, and the skin around the wounds was red and swollen.

---

"Next, Wang Yi!"

"Please, I will never do it again.", Wang Yi was now petrified.

"Get up! Don't waste our time here!" The guard snapped, "Be good and take your punishment!”

Wang Yi was dragged into the torture room.

"Stand still!", "Wang Yi, Female, 24 years old, Height 154, Weight 82, sentenced to 6 months imprisonment and 12 strokes for marital infidelity ...... information checked correctly, right?"

"Mmm...", Wang Yi mumbled tearfully.

Although the prison guard had seen countless whippings, Wang Yi however was petite and small in stature, and the effect of receiving 12 strokes of the cane will be very devastating.

"Don't cry. When you are being caned later, don't be nervous, relax your body, or it will hurt even more, understand?"

"Sobs..."

"Come here and stand facing the torture rack!" The prison guards chose an S size torture rack according to Wang Yi's figure.

Wang Yi walked in front of the torture rack according to the instructions and saw the caning officer now standing on the left-hand side of the apparatus. The officer was bare-chested, with strong muscles, and took out a fresh thick rattan from the barrel. He tore off the protective cover and waved a few times at the air. The rattan's cracking sounded terrifying to Wang Yi.

"Panties off!"

Wang Yi was ashamed of herself, taking off her panties in full presence of the officers, not to mention that there was a male officer staring at her, as if he was eagerly waiting for her to take off her panties.

“Hurry up!"

Wang Yi was helpless as she removed her panties. Her face turned red with shame.

The two female prison guards came over and helped Wang Yi onto the rack, and the S size rack fit nicely with Wang Yi's petite body. Wang Yi raised her hands, lying along with the A-shaped rack, with both her limbs grasp the top of the rack handrail. Her legs are spread wide apart and tied together onto the bottom of the rack. Her waist rested on the rack’s middle cushion. She felt the soft cushion slightly protruding outward, and her own buttocks pouted along with it.

Several guards secured Wang Yi's wrists, thighs, arms, and waist. Her waist and thighs were tied to two cotton pads, to prevent the rattan accidentally hitting the unintended spots. A female prison guard held Wang Yi's head with both hands on the other side of the rack to prevent her from twisting her neck when she struggled.

Wang Yi tried to struggle a bit, but the ties were really strong as she could only move a little.

"Officer ready!"

The officer gently placed the cane on Wang Yi's buttocks, as if he has already decided on where the first hit will strike. She felt the coolness from the rattan on her buttocks and her heart was pounding rapidly.

"Relax... relax...", Wang Yi kept telling herself.

"One!"

The cane left the ass... after a few seconds... The officer exerted all his strength...

"Whoosh... Crack...", "Ahhhh!!!"

The cane ruthlessly smacked on Wang Yi's buttocks, with red angry line quickly emerged.

Wang Yi first felt a gust of wind hitting her buttocks, then a loud crack, an extreme painful feeling spread from her buttocks to all over her body. The pain was far beyond Wang Yi's imagination, and Wang Yi struggled frantically, but was unable to move.

"Two!"

A few seconds later "Whoosh......Crack......" and "Ahhh!!!! "

The cane fell down again, and Wang Yi's butt cracked open again, while the first wound was also torn a little bigger.

"Ah...... ah...... this is so painful!!!" Wang Yi was unable to struggle and could only scream wildly to vent the pain in her body.

The prison guard who was pressing on Wang Yi's head, seeing that Wang Yi's expression had been completely distorted, could not help but press a little tighter.

"Three!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Four!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

Wang Yi's vest has been soaked with sweat, and her muscles were struggling with some soreness. Only four lashes, and it was already felt painful, followed by eight more lashes, Wang Yi only felt incomparably desperate and fearful.

“Five!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Six!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

Six lashes applied. Wang Yi's buttocks were red and swollen as there were six wounds neatly arranged from top to bottom.

"Seven!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

The seventh whip had struck on the wound of the first whip. The skin instantly torn open and blood flowed out, staining the rattan red.

Wang Yi only felt the incomparable pain of this cane as she screamed.

"Eight!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Nine!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Ten!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi wanted to scream, but she could only make a hissing sound. Her voice had been completely hoarse and was unable to make any sound.

Her back had become completely soaked with sweat, and her muscles were spasming violently.

"Eleven!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi has no strength to struggle at all, nor does she have the strength to scream ...... spasms of pain all over her body.

"Twelve!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi's buttocks were already filled with redness, covered with swollen wounds and blood had flowed to her thighs. She was unable to to stand up on her own, and two prison guards had to carry Wang Yi out of the torture room. Wang Yi couldn't care less about the eyes of the executioner staring at her battered bottom.

The prison guards carefully carried Wang Yi to the infirmary. As she was lying on the bed, she could not help but to think that her buttocks will leave a permanent scar.

---

"Next, Zhang Xiaomeng!"

She was then trembled with fear.

Zhang Xiaomeng, a 19-year-old, 167-tall, 46-kg student in the first year of high school. She was prosecuted by the law to be sentenced to four strokes of the cane for smoking on school grounds.

The school has repeatedly stressed that smoking in school is strictly forbidden as the law has included caning for underage smoking. The school has hence suspended her for a month to recover from her impending injuries.

As instructed, Zhang Xiaomeng took off her underwear and was tied to the torture rack, with protective pads tied around her waist and thighs.

“Ready! One!”

“Crack… ahh!”

The executioner took a thin cane, exerted all his strength to strike on her buttocks. Even though the cane is thin, a livid crimson blood line marked across her two white hemispheres, followed by a sharp pain quickly spread from the buttocks to the whole body.

She could never imagine that the caning will hurt to this extent.

“I was wrong! I will never smoke in my life!” She pleaded.

“Crack… ah!”

“Three!”

“Crack… ah!!”

She was crying out and gripping tightly on the handrail, trying to release the pain in her body.

“Four! Crack… ahh!”

The last cane came down, and she winced in pain again.

Two female prison guards came over to untie Xiaomeng's belt and helped her off the rack. Four parallel wounds nicely painted across on her buttocks, the skin cracked, and blood seeped from the wounds as if they were about to flow down. She could barely take a few steps on her own, and the wounds on her buttocks were causing her a lot pain.

After this lesson, she will not dare to break the law again!

Original Title: 女生挨鞭刑
Source: Unidentified
 
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geolier

Governor
I did not write this story.
I used DeepL, an AI translator, to convert the following story to English, which was originally written in Chinese.
If you happened to be the rightful owner of the following article, and wished to be credited or removed, please feel free to contact the moderators for advice as I will not be able to amend or delete the thread.


Girls' Judicial Flogging

Wang Yi, Female, 24 years old, Height 154, Weight 82, has been sentenced to 6 months' imprisonment and 12 strokes for marital infidelity.

Since male flogging has shown effectiveness in suppressing the national crime rate, the country has started to implement female flogging on a trial basis starting from January 1 last year. It is mainly targeted at crimes such as marital infidelity, intentional injury, theft, prostitution and drug addiction.

The age of caning is between 19 and 50 years old, and the area of whipping is on the buttocks. The canes are slightly thinner than that of males. They are 1.2 meters long and 1 centimeter thick for adult girls, and 1.2 meters long and 0.8 centimeters thick for juvenile girls, and it will be disposed after every session.

The procedure is roughly the same as male, but with five female prison guards supervising the execution, and the caning officer is a specially trained male prison guard. The lower half of the body is bare, while the upper half of the body is required to wear a cloth and tight vest to secure the breasts.

More than 600 girls have been caned since the trial has begun. Although some feminists strongly opposed to female flogging, statistics has shown that it has greatly deterred some girls from attempting to commit grave acts. Many girls are afraid to take the risk as they do not wish to be flogged. Caning of schoolgirls, in particular, has led to a significant decrease in school violence.

On Tuesday, May 16, three female inmates from room 107, Feng Xin, Wang Yi and Zhang Xiaomeng are scheduled to be caned. At 8:00 a.m., Wang Yi, and the others, was taken to the infirmary for a medical examination, and all three were required to undergo their normal sentences. After the completion of the physical examination, Wang Yi and others put on underwear, vests and underpants, and were taken to the waiting room to wait.

At 9 o'clock, the door of the torture room opened.

"Feng Xin", Feng Xin was the first to be caned and was brought into the torture room. Feng Xin was sentenced to 10 strokes for drug addiction.

Two other females waited nervously at the door, eyes staring at the door of the torture room, wanting to know what was going on inside. However, the door was surprisingly soundproof, and nothing could be heard inside.

After about ten minutes, "Crack ...... ah!!!" Feng Xin's screams still came out of the torture room, her voice was hoarse. Wang Yi was frightened and cried out in despair, "I'm wrong, please do not punish me......". The female prison guards standing at the door of the torture room disdainfully looked at Wang Yi, as if this scene was a commonplace.

Feng Xin was carried out by two female prison guards, two blood-red eyes were lifeless, the vest had been soaked with sweat, the buttocks were cracked open several times, blood flowed from the wounds to the thighs, and the skin around the wounds was red and swollen.

---

"Next, Wang Yi!"

"Please, I will never do it again.", Wang Yi was now petrified.

"Get up! Don't waste our time here!" The guard snapped, "Be good and take your punishment!”

Wang Yi was dragged into the torture room.

"Stand still!", "Wang Yi, Female, 24 years old, Height 154, Weight 82, sentenced to 6 months imprisonment and 12 strokes for marital infidelity ...... information checked correctly, right?"

"Mmm...", Wang Yi mumbled tearfully.

Although the prison guard had seen countless whippings, Wang Yi however was petite and small in stature, and the effect of receiving 12 strokes of the cane will be very devastating.

"Don't cry. When you are being caned later, don't be nervous, relax your body, or it will hurt even more, understand?"

"Sobs..."

"Come here and stand facing the torture rack!" The prison guards chose an S size torture rack according to Wang Yi's figure.

Wang Yi walked in front of the torture rack according to the instructions and saw the caning officer now standing on the left-hand side of the apparatus. The officer was bare-chested, with strong muscles, and took out a fresh thick rattan from the barrel. He tore off the protective cover and waved a few times at the air. The rattan's cracking sounded terrifying to Wang Yi.

"Panties off!"

Wang Yi was ashamed of herself, taking off her panties in full presence of the officers, not to mention that there was a male officer staring at her, as if he was eagerly waiting for her to take off her panties.

“Hurry up!"

Wang Yi was helpless as she removed her panties. Her face turned red with shame.

The two female prison guards came over and helped Wang Yi onto the rack, and the S size rack fit nicely with Wang Yi's petite body. Wang Yi raised her hands, lying along with the A-shaped rack, with both her limbs grasp the top of the rack handrail. Her legs are spread wide apart and tied together onto the bottom of the rack. Her waist rested on the rack’s middle cushion. She felt the soft cushion slightly protruding outward, and her own buttocks pouted along with it.

Several guards secured Wang Yi's wrists, thighs, arms, and waist. Her waist and thighs were tied to two cotton pads, to prevent the rattan accidentally hitting the unintended spots. A female prison guard held Wang Yi's head with both hands on the other side of the rack to prevent her from twisting her neck when she struggled.

Wang Yi tried to struggle a bit, but the ties were really strong as she could only move a little.

"Officer ready!"

The officer gently placed the cane on Wang Yi's buttocks, as if he has already decided on where the first hit will strike. She felt the coolness from the rattan on her buttocks and her heart was pounding rapidly.

"Relax... relax...", Wang Yi kept telling herself.

"One!"

The cane left the ass... after a few seconds... The officer exerted all his strength...

"Whoosh... Crack...", "Ahhhh!!!"

The cane ruthlessly smacked on Wang Yi's buttocks, with red angry line quickly emerged.

Wang Yi first felt a gust of wind hitting her buttocks, then a loud crack, an extreme painful feeling spread from her buttocks to all over her body. The pain was far beyond Wang Yi's imagination, and Wang Yi struggled frantically, but was unable to move.

"Two!"

A few seconds later "Whoosh......Crack......" and "Ahhh!!!! "

The cane fell down again, and Wang Yi's butt cracked open again, while the first wound was also torn a little bigger.

"Ah...... ah...... this is so painful!!!" Wang Yi was unable to struggle and could only scream wildly to vent the pain in her body.

The prison guard who was pressing on Wang Yi's head, seeing that Wang Yi's expression had been completely distorted, could not help but press a little tighter.

"Three!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Four!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

Wang Yi's vest has been soaked with sweat, and her muscles were struggling with some soreness. Only four lashes, and it was already felt painful, followed by eight more lashes, Wang Yi only felt incomparably desperate and fearful.

“Five!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Six!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

Six lashes applied. Wang Yi's buttocks were red and swollen as there were six wounds neatly arranged from top to bottom.

"Seven!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

The seventh whip had struck on the wound of the first whip. The skin instantly torn open and blood flowed out, staining the rattan red.

Wang Yi only felt the incomparable pain of this cane as she screamed.

"Eight!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Nine!" "Crack...... ah!!!"

"Ten!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi wanted to scream, but she could only make a hissing sound. Her voice had been completely hoarse and was unable to make any sound.

Her back had become completely soaked with sweat, and her muscles were spasming violently.

"Eleven!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi has no strength to struggle at all, nor does she have the strength to scream ...... spasms of pain all over her body.

"Twelve!" "Whoosh...... Crack!"

Wang Yi's buttocks were already filled with redness, covered with swollen wounds and blood had flowed to her thighs. She was unable to to stand up on her own, and two prison guards had to carry Wang Yi out of the torture room. Wang Yi couldn't care less about the eyes of the executioner staring at her battered bottom.

The prison guards carefully carried Wang Yi to the infirmary. As she was lying on the bed, she could not help but to think that her buttocks will leave a permanent scar.

---

"Next, Zhang Xiaomeng!"

She was then trembled with fear.

Zhang Xiaomeng, a 19-year-old, 167-tall, 46-kg student in the first year of high school. She was prosecuted by the law to be sentenced to four strokes of the cane for smoking on school grounds.

The school has repeatedly stressed that smoking in school is strictly forbidden as the law has included caning for underage smoking. The school has hence suspended her for a month to recover from her impending injuries.

As instructed, Zhang Xiaomeng took off her underwear and was tied to the torture rack, with protective pads tied around her waist and thighs.

“Ready! One!”

“Crack… ahh!”

The executioner took a thin cane, exerted all his strength to strike on her buttocks. Even though the cane is thin, a livid crimson blood line marked across her two white hemispheres, followed by a sharp pain quickly spread from the buttocks to the whole body.

She could never imagine that the caning will hurt to this extent.

“I was wrong! I will never smoke in my life!” She pleaded.

“Crack… ah!”

“Three!”

“Crack… ah!!”

She was crying out and gripping tightly on the handrail, trying to release the pain in her body.

“Four! Crack… ahh!”

The last cane came down, and she winced in pain again.

Two female prison guards came over to untie Xiaomeng's belt and helped her off the rack. Four parallel wounds nicely painted across on her buttocks, the skin cracked, and blood seeped from the wounds as if they were about to flow down. She could barely take a few steps on her own, and the wounds on her buttocks were causing her a lot pain.

After this lesson, she will not dare to break the law again!

Original Title: 女生挨鞭刑
Source: Unidentified
Really nice indeed. But I prefer full nuditiy and a tit-whipping in public.
 

Jon Smithie

Governor
Really nice indeed. But I prefer full nuditiy and a tit-whipping in public.
Personal preferences are tricky things. For me, I agree with you about the nudity, but the idea of a modern judicial public tit whipping stretches plausibility too far. I suspect that since the original version is in Chinese, and emphasizes the technical and realistic aspects of a judicial caning, that the writer was probably trying to stay within the range of what Chines culture would realistically allow. That makes it more interesting to me, rather than less.

Thanks for posting this KelvinB! I'm hoping that you find more stories like it.
 

KelvinB

Assistant executioner
Personal preferences are tricky things. For me, I agree with you about the nudity, but the idea of a modern judicial public tit whipping stretches plausibility too far. I suspect that since the original version is in Chinese, and emphasizes the technical and realistic aspects of a judicial caning, that the writer was probably trying to stay within the range of what Chines culture would realistically allow. That makes it more interesting to me, rather than less.

Thanks for posting this KelvinB! I'm hoping that you find more stories like it.

Glad you enjoy it.

Still in the midst of translating the rest... :nut:
 

Rupert_137

Spectator
I wrote a short supplementary episode that begins where Eulalia's intense impressions and thoughts end.
Mi Ling lies sobbing and trembling on the floor while the first-person narrator awaits her punishment...
In keeping with the article, I have also woven a little Google Chinese into it:




"现在轮到你!Xianzai lún dào nǐ!" (Now you!)

There was no need for an order. I step with my bare feet over the blood stains, lean over the frame and hold my wrists, which are quickly tied. My breasts hang, he spreads my legs and ties my feet to the frame. My sex is exposed to his eyes; I am ashamed, but I am even more afraid.

I reach for the post; I feel his hand as he supports my hips to correct my posture slightly. Then I feel the cane on my bottom, tapping it a few times and preparing its target...

He pulls the cane away. I freeze with fear. I hear the howl of the stick in the air. Moments later I feel its impact on my butt, then the intense, sharp pain that comes from a burning line and floods my whole body... I feel myself wincing, tense up. I pull the ropes that bind me, my breasts wobble...; the terrible pain makes me breathless.

"Uh ah ow," I moan.

"数数!Shù shù!" (Counting!)

"One", I tear myself together.

He checks the burning track with his finger. "Your butt can take a notch harder," he says... "Oh please don't, it hurts so much," I moan.

"伸出你的屁股! Shen chū nǐ de Pigu!" (Stick out your ass!)

He waits until I present myself correctly; then taps the cane on my bottom again.

Whoosh... Gossip... "Uh ah ow ah" I gasp.

The cane is vicious, the pain is much worse than I imagined. "Two"

"Three", "Four", "Five"... the beating goes on and on. At "twelve" I already feel at the end of my tether. My poor ass is bruised and burns like fire, my naked body is sweaty, I have tears in my eyes, I see blurred; my senses become cloudy…

I have trouble counting correctly; the pain is far too intense. He hits me on existing welts. I feel my skin burst open, feel as blood runs to my thighs. I scream, moan, shiver... I am exhausted, desperate, flooded with pain. Sweat drips down from my breasts...

Whoosh... Gossip... Crack…

"Uh ah ow ah uh"... "Seventeen", I whisper and groan.

The stick broke on my bottom, he hits with brutal force. He curses over my firm, tough buttocks. As if it was my fault that he beats me way too hard.

I have a short break to catch my breath and to collect myself a little.

Another cane taps my bottom, it hurts.

Whoosh... Gossip "Uh ah ow ah... uh ah"

The new cane bites even worse. I groan, forget to count, receive severe admonitions. It goes on... I pull myself together and yet sink into pain and misery.

At “twenty-four” I’m sagging completely powerless. He holds the cane soaked in my blood under my nose and smiles. "That took a lot of effort," he says - as if he was expecting my praise for his brutal work. When he unties me, I slump on my knees.

"站起来!Zhàn qǐlái!" (Stand up!)

I struggle to my feet and caress my buttocks in concern. I feel welts and blood on my fingers.

“不要碰!Bùyào pèng!" (Don't touch!)

I pull my hands back quickly.

"穿上衣服!Chuan shàng Yifu!" (Get dressed!)

I feel for my shirt, put it on quickly. Then the skirt, I have to pull it very carefully over my bottom.

"走开!Zǒu kāi!" (Go away!)

I am released, the pain remains. A heavy iron gate closes behind my back.
As I leave I start to cry...
 

Eulalia

Poet Laureate
Staff member
I wrote a short supplementary episode that begins where Eulalia's intense impressions and thoughts end.
Mi Ling lies sobbing and trembling on the floor while the first-person narrator awaits her punishment...
In keeping with the article, I have also woven a little Google Chinese into it:




"现在轮到你!Xianzai lún dào nǐ!" (Now you!)

There was no need for an order. I step with my bare feet over the blood stains, lean over the frame and hold my wrists, which are quickly tied. My breasts hang, he spreads my legs and ties my feet to the frame. My sex is exposed to his eyes; I am ashamed, but I am even more afraid.

I reach for the post; I feel his hand as he supports my hips to correct my posture slightly. Then I feel the cane on my bottom, tapping it a few times and preparing its target...

He pulls the cane away. I freeze with fear. I hear the howl of the stick in the air. Moments later I feel its impact on my butt, then the intense, sharp pain that comes from a burning line and floods my whole body... I feel myself wincing, tense up. I pull the ropes that bind me, my breasts wobble...; the terrible pain makes me breathless.

"Uh ah ow," I moan.

"数数!Shù shù!" (Counting!)

"One", I tear myself together.

He checks the burning track with his finger. "Your butt can take a notch harder," he says... "Oh please don't, it hurts so much," I moan.

"伸出你的屁股! Shen chū nǐ de Pigu!" (Stick out your ass!)

He waits until I present myself correctly; then taps the cane on my bottom again.

Whoosh... Gossip... "Uh ah ow ah" I gasp.

The cane is vicious, the pain is much worse than I imagined. "Two"

"Three", "Four", "Five"... the beating goes on and on. At "twelve" I already feel at the end of my tether. My poor ass is bruised and burns like fire, my naked body is sweaty, I have tears in my eyes, I see blurred; my senses become cloudy…

I have trouble counting correctly; the pain is far too intense. He hits me on existing welts. I feel my skin burst open, feel as blood runs to my thighs. I scream, moan, shiver... I am exhausted, desperate, flooded with pain. Sweat drips down from my breasts...

Whoosh... Gossip... Crack…

"Uh ah ow ah uh"... "Seventeen", I whisper and groan.

The stick broke on my bottom, he hits with brutal force. He curses over my firm, tough buttocks. As if it was my fault that he beats me way too hard.

I have a short break to catch my breath and to collect myself a little.

Another cane taps my bottom, it hurts.

Whoosh... Gossip "Uh ah ow ah... uh ah"

The new cane bites even worse. I groan, forget to count, receive severe admonitions. It goes on... I pull myself together and yet sink into pain and misery.

At “twenty-four” I’m sagging completely powerless. He holds the cane soaked in my blood under my nose and smiles. "That took a lot of effort," he says - as if he was expecting my praise for his brutal work. When he unties me, I slump on my knees.

"站起来!Zhàn qǐlái!" (Stand up!)

I struggle to my feet and caress my buttocks in concern. I feel welts and blood on my fingers.

“不要碰!Bùyào pèng!" (Don't touch!)

I pull my hands back quickly.

"穿上衣服!Chuan shàng Yifu!" (Get dressed!)

I feel for my shirt, put it on quickly. Then the skirt, I have to pull it very carefully over my bottom.

"走开!Zǒu kāi!" (Go away!)

I am released, the pain remains. A heavy iron gate closes behind my back.
As I leave I start to cry...
that's lovely, Rupert, I'm glad my text aroused you to write that - as I read it, I really feel like I am that girl, and you're giving me that thrashing!
 

Rupert_137

Spectator
that's lovely, Rupert, I'm glad my text aroused you to write that - as I read it, I really feel like I am that girl, and you're giving me that thrashing!
Thank you for this personal feedback, Eulalia!

I found your short text written very sensitively, but suddenly it stopped ... It was a text for the imagination to continue working on it. Very spontaneously I wrote down how I imagined the story would progress.

It's nice when everything fits together. But I didn't feel like the beating security guard while I was writing, more like the poor Chinese Eulalia. And that's why I'm not describing the guard's thoughts, just his orders ... but the girl's feelings.
 

KelvinB

Assistant executioner

I wrote a short supplementary episode that begins where Eulalia's intense impressions and thoughts end.
Mi Ling lies sobbing and trembling on the floor while the first-person narrator awaits her punishment...
In keeping with the article, I have also woven a little Google Chinese into it:




"现在轮到你!Xianzai lún dào nǐ!" (Now you!)

There was no need for an order. I step with my bare feet over the blood stains, lean over the frame and hold my wrists, which are quickly tied. My breasts hang, he spreads my legs and ties my feet to the frame. My sex is exposed to his eyes; I am ashamed, but I am even more afraid.

I reach for the post; I feel his hand as he supports my hips to correct my posture slightly. Then I feel the cane on my bottom, tapping it a few times and preparing its target...

He pulls the cane away. I freeze with fear. I hear the howl of the stick in the air. Moments later I feel its impact on my butt, then the intense, sharp pain that comes from a burning line and floods my whole body... I feel myself wincing, tense up. I pull the ropes that bind me, my breasts wobble...; the terrible pain makes me breathless.

"Uh ah ow," I moan.

"数数!Shù shù!" (Counting!)

"One", I tear myself together.

He checks the burning track with his finger. "Your butt can take a notch harder," he says... "Oh please don't, it hurts so much," I moan.

"伸出你的屁股! Shen chū nǐ de Pigu!" (Stick out your ass!)

He waits until I present myself correctly; then taps the cane on my bottom again.

Whoosh... Gossip... "Uh ah ow ah" I gasp.

The cane is vicious, the pain is much worse than I imagined. "Two"

"Three", "Four", "Five"... the beating goes on and on. At "twelve" I already feel at the end of my tether. My poor ass is bruised and burns like fire, my naked body is sweaty, I have tears in my eyes, I see blurred; my senses become cloudy…

I have trouble counting correctly; the pain is far too intense. He hits me on existing welts. I feel my skin burst open, feel as blood runs to my thighs. I scream, moan, shiver... I am exhausted, desperate, flooded with pain. Sweat drips down from my breasts...

Whoosh... Gossip... Crack…

"Uh ah ow ah uh"... "Seventeen", I whisper and groan.

The stick broke on my bottom, he hits with brutal force. He curses over my firm, tough buttocks. As if it was my fault that he beats me way too hard.

I have a short break to catch my breath and to collect myself a little.

Another cane taps my bottom, it hurts.

Whoosh... Gossip "Uh ah ow ah... uh ah"

The new cane bites even worse. I groan, forget to count, receive severe admonitions. It goes on... I pull myself together and yet sink into pain and misery.

At “twenty-four” I’m sagging completely powerless. He holds the cane soaked in my blood under my nose and smiles. "That took a lot of effort," he says - as if he was expecting my praise for his brutal work. When he unties me, I slump on my knees.

"站起来!Zhàn qǐlái!" (Stand up!)

I struggle to my feet and caress my buttocks in concern. I feel welts and blood on my fingers.

“不要碰!Bùyào pèng!" (Don't touch!)

I pull my hands back quickly.

"穿上衣服!Chuan shàng Yifu!" (Get dressed!)

I feel for my shirt, put it on quickly. Then the skirt, I have to pull it very carefully over my bottom.

"走开!Zǒu kāi!" (Go away!)

I am released, the pain remains. A heavy iron gate closes behind my back.
As I leave I start to cry...

Very nice indeed! I like deep level of granularity emphasized on the details. Great job, enjoyed reading them. :)
 
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