Harsh Court Ordered Corporal Punishment
Heather sat on a stool in the dingy holding cell clad in only a thin baggy inmate's dress. The only light came through the bars of the exterior door. The room was adjacent to the court and was utilized primarily for holding the convicted till they received their punishment. It had two doors: one to the court room and another that led to a path leading to the town square. She was scared, but her mind wandered to what led her here: She worked as a clerk in the mill and while assisting a customer, she miscounted the change due. A small error, but the well-dressed women rudely and loudly accused Heather of trying to cheat her.
An officer within earshot walked over and demanded that Heather empty her pockets. Unfortunately, she had the exact amount she'd shorted her customer in her apron pocket. The bitter old aristocratic spinster stated that she was certain she saw Heather's sleight of hand. Heather reached in the cash draw apologizing for the mistake and counted out the correct change. The officer charged that Heather had cheated the women and was now stealing from her employer to cover for being caught. He added that she needed to be made an example of. In court, The aristocratic old women embellished her account further. Heather tried to explain to the magistrate that the amount in her apron pocket was just a coincidence. The Miller, who was grinding wheat at the time of the incident, spoke in Heather's defense praising her honesty. But when the gavel fell, Heather was convicted of stealing. The magistrate agreed with the officer, Heather would serve as an example to the town. She was sentenced to be paraded through the square nude, bound to a frame where she'd be punished: "36 lashes with the strap, 18 swats with a wood paddle and caned 36 strokes" Heather burst into tears as they led her away.
Late Saturday afternoon, the towns people assembled in the square. Heather, a striking young woman, was escorted in shackles down the center of the street with two guards on each side of her. With her shapely figure, she was a joy to behold. The young men she'd grown up with lined the street leering as she passed. They escorted her up the steps of the platform in the center of the square. A stand was erected on the platform and with surprisingly little effort (the guards worked as a well-practiced team), Heather's arms were secured bent over the stand prominently displaying her naked body to the audience. Her shekels were removed, rope was fastened around her ankles and her legs were pulled to the sides spreading her ass cheeks and offering a better view of her womanhood. While both humiliating and demeaning, this was only the beginning. When she opened her mouth again, one of the guards put a leather bit in it while the other took position.
First, one guard took a light leather strap and came down on her ass with moderate force, then built up the force with lashes alternating each cheek to warm her up. Her ass was now a uniform light red. The guard paused before switching to the heavy strap. The first lash with that strap came down across both ass cheeks. Heather exhaled a muted groan around the bit and her eyes watered. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the rope restraining her. The guard continued alternating her cheeks with punishing lashes marking her red ass with dark red streaks. The sound of leather striking flesh filled the square.
He paused after 18 punishing lashes; Heather's muted groans had become louder by the end of the set. She was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. The other guard took over for the next set with the strap. Her cries were now much more audible following each painful lash. She pulled on her restraints as tears filled her eyes. The lower third of her ass acquired a deep red hue with purple streaks reflecting the abuse inflected on it. The sound of leather against flesh and her cries reverberated against the walls of the buildings. The townspeople watched intently and cheered at the conclusion of each set. Heather eagerly embraced her endorphins at the conclusion of the set - they fought hard to diminish the burning pain. The towns people stared captivated in silence.
The guard paused before switching to a heavy wood paddle. Heather's endorphins had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both ass cheeks. She exhaled a laud scream as tears filled her eyes. Her face contorted in pain. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. The guard continued alternating sides with punishing swats that were answered by her screams echoing through the square. The swats marked her ass with white splotches on a dark red background. Heather struggled with the assault on her bottom - this was much worse than the strap. The sharp crack of wood striking flesh filled the ears of the town's people. The guard put the paddle down after 18 painful swats. Heather was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass radiated pain. Deep red sores and blisters stood out from her redden damaged flesh. Some of the townspeople were forced to turn away while others cheered.
Next, the guard reached for a rattan cane. A moment later, the cane struck the junction between her ass and legs with tremendous force. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain that felt like it cut her in half. The second one landed just above the first. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of that demonic stick as it marched up her bottom. The sharp pain of the cane embracing her damaged flesh caused her face to twist as she cried out through the bit with each stroke. Tears formed in her eyes and dropped down to the platform floor. The guard paused after eighteen strokes. Heather's endorphins struggled to offer her some relieve during the short respite.
However, when the remaining strokes resumed, they were even more painful. The relentless assault on her ass continued with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Tears filled her eyes blurring her vision, her lower lip was beginning to quiver and her arms were becoming fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. But the guard continued caning her. Heather's cries again echoed through the square. She had a petite bottom and it was impossible to deliver the required number of strokes without landing the cane on existing welts. She uttered blood curdling screams of agony each time it happened. Her tears had formed a small pool on the platform at the conclusion of her caning. Heather was left restrained, bent over the frame relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a few minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with deep purple welts and the pain radiated through her nerves system. The other guard tended to Heather's broken and bleeding skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil.
When Heather was unbound, wasn't able to stand on her own. The guard held her up in an embrace for several moments as she gathered the energy to stand on her own. She could conceal her ass, but the rope burns around her wrists and ankles would denote her shame for days to come. Heather's lower lip remained in motion and tears were still making their way down her face. This was the most painful experience of her young life. The guard embraced her tighter and told her it was over. He then spoke to the stunned audience: "Heather paid a heavy price for stealing from her customer." Heather's sister climbed up to the platform and placed a blanket around her before helping her back down the steps. At the bottom, her sister whispered something in Heather's ear. The towns people turned away in silence.
About half an hour later, Heather walked into her bedroom thinking of what her sister told her. She looked at her bed as she pulled her dress over her head. Heather laid on her tummy and put her fingers to work on her clit. To her surprise, she achieved a delightful organism quickly. As soon as her spasms subsided, she instinctively rolled over and pushed her sore ass into the coarse wool blanket she used for a bedspread and started fingering herself again. The added stimulation from her sore ass somehow excited her. Again, she used her fingers on her clit and soon shook hard with spasms of an orgasm that she sustained for several minutes.
As soon as her last orgasm concluded, she twisted her bottom across the bedspread pushing down hard to inflame her welts and fingered herself again. She couldn't remember ever having orgasms with this intensity. Once again, she shook, but even more violently than before as waves of pleasure swept over her. When her respiration finely subsided, she rose and looked at her ass in her mirror. Her bottom was a frightful site: dark red with a series of horizontal purple stripes, but the expression on her face reflected the pleasure that she just experienced.
An officer within earshot walked over and demanded that Heather empty her pockets. Unfortunately, she had the exact amount she'd shorted her customer in her apron pocket. The bitter old aristocratic spinster stated that she was certain she saw Heather's sleight of hand. Heather reached in the cash draw apologizing for the mistake and counted out the correct change. The officer charged that Heather had cheated the women and was now stealing from her employer to cover for being caught. He added that she needed to be made an example of. In court, The aristocratic old women embellished her account further. Heather tried to explain to the magistrate that the amount in her apron pocket was just a coincidence. The Miller, who was grinding wheat at the time of the incident, spoke in Heather's defense praising her honesty. But when the gavel fell, Heather was convicted of stealing. The magistrate agreed with the officer, Heather would serve as an example to the town. She was sentenced to be paraded through the square nude, bound to a frame where she'd be punished: "36 lashes with the strap, 18 swats with a wood paddle and caned 36 strokes" Heather burst into tears as they led her away.
Late Saturday afternoon, the towns people assembled in the square. Heather, a striking young woman, was escorted in shackles down the center of the street with two guards on each side of her. With her shapely figure, she was a joy to behold. The young men she'd grown up with lined the street leering as she passed. They escorted her up the steps of the platform in the center of the square. A stand was erected on the platform and with surprisingly little effort (the guards worked as a well-practiced team), Heather's arms were secured bent over the stand prominently displaying her naked body to the audience. Her shekels were removed, rope was fastened around her ankles and her legs were pulled to the sides spreading her ass cheeks and offering a better view of her womanhood. While both humiliating and demeaning, this was only the beginning. When she opened her mouth again, one of the guards put a leather bit in it while the other took position.
First, one guard took a light leather strap and came down on her ass with moderate force, then built up the force with lashes alternating each cheek to warm her up. Her ass was now a uniform light red. The guard paused before switching to the heavy strap. The first lash with that strap came down across both ass cheeks. Heather exhaled a muted groan around the bit and her eyes watered. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the rope restraining her. The guard continued alternating her cheeks with punishing lashes marking her red ass with dark red streaks. The sound of leather striking flesh filled the square.
He paused after 18 punishing lashes; Heather's muted groans had become louder by the end of the set. She was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. The other guard took over for the next set with the strap. Her cries were now much more audible following each painful lash. She pulled on her restraints as tears filled her eyes. The lower third of her ass acquired a deep red hue with purple streaks reflecting the abuse inflected on it. The sound of leather against flesh and her cries reverberated against the walls of the buildings. The townspeople watched intently and cheered at the conclusion of each set. Heather eagerly embraced her endorphins at the conclusion of the set - they fought hard to diminish the burning pain. The towns people stared captivated in silence.
The guard paused before switching to a heavy wood paddle. Heather's endorphins had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both ass cheeks. She exhaled a laud scream as tears filled her eyes. Her face contorted in pain. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. The guard continued alternating sides with punishing swats that were answered by her screams echoing through the square. The swats marked her ass with white splotches on a dark red background. Heather struggled with the assault on her bottom - this was much worse than the strap. The sharp crack of wood striking flesh filled the ears of the town's people. The guard put the paddle down after 18 painful swats. Heather was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass radiated pain. Deep red sores and blisters stood out from her redden damaged flesh. Some of the townspeople were forced to turn away while others cheered.
Next, the guard reached for a rattan cane. A moment later, the cane struck the junction between her ass and legs with tremendous force. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain that felt like it cut her in half. The second one landed just above the first. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of that demonic stick as it marched up her bottom. The sharp pain of the cane embracing her damaged flesh caused her face to twist as she cried out through the bit with each stroke. Tears formed in her eyes and dropped down to the platform floor. The guard paused after eighteen strokes. Heather's endorphins struggled to offer her some relieve during the short respite.
However, when the remaining strokes resumed, they were even more painful. The relentless assault on her ass continued with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Tears filled her eyes blurring her vision, her lower lip was beginning to quiver and her arms were becoming fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. But the guard continued caning her. Heather's cries again echoed through the square. She had a petite bottom and it was impossible to deliver the required number of strokes without landing the cane on existing welts. She uttered blood curdling screams of agony each time it happened. Her tears had formed a small pool on the platform at the conclusion of her caning. Heather was left restrained, bent over the frame relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a few minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with deep purple welts and the pain radiated through her nerves system. The other guard tended to Heather's broken and bleeding skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil.
When Heather was unbound, wasn't able to stand on her own. The guard held her up in an embrace for several moments as she gathered the energy to stand on her own. She could conceal her ass, but the rope burns around her wrists and ankles would denote her shame for days to come. Heather's lower lip remained in motion and tears were still making their way down her face. This was the most painful experience of her young life. The guard embraced her tighter and told her it was over. He then spoke to the stunned audience: "Heather paid a heavy price for stealing from her customer." Heather's sister climbed up to the platform and placed a blanket around her before helping her back down the steps. At the bottom, her sister whispered something in Heather's ear. The towns people turned away in silence.
About half an hour later, Heather walked into her bedroom thinking of what her sister told her. She looked at her bed as she pulled her dress over her head. Heather laid on her tummy and put her fingers to work on her clit. To her surprise, she achieved a delightful organism quickly. As soon as her spasms subsided, she instinctively rolled over and pushed her sore ass into the coarse wool blanket she used for a bedspread and started fingering herself again. The added stimulation from her sore ass somehow excited her. Again, she used her fingers on her clit and soon shook hard with spasms of an orgasm that she sustained for several minutes.
As soon as her last orgasm concluded, she twisted her bottom across the bedspread pushing down hard to inflame her welts and fingered herself again. She couldn't remember ever having orgasms with this intensity. Once again, she shook, but even more violently than before as waves of pleasure swept over her. When her respiration finely subsided, she rose and looked at her ass in her mirror. Her bottom was a frightful site: dark red with a series of horizontal purple stripes, but the expression on her face reflected the pleasure that she just experienced.
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