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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
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Birch4females
Magistrate
As it should be - always naked!
Birch4females
Magistrate
Ramon71
Magistrate
DallEFun
Evie couldn’t believe her luck when she was hired as the nanny for Dr. Weathers’ family. It would save her from the cramped shack with her bitter mother and five younger siblings. She no longer had to dread a future in the sweltering textile mill and growing old early like so many of the town’s women. Evie’s new employers lived in a big house on the river where she had her own room. Their children were well mannered and adored her.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Weathers liked to drink, and her personality began to change as it slowly got out of hand. The booze also took a toll on her body and her looks. She was jealous of the pretty girl playing with her kids and making her husband laugh. It was too much when she saw him playfully twirl Evie to music on the radio.
After earrings supposedly went missing, the doctor’s wife used her influence to have Evie arrested on a charge of theft. Dr. Weathers grudgingly went along. Better to cast their nanny adrift than face the wrath of his increasingly unsettled wife. Evie was easily convicted on the word of the prominent couple and sentenced to a public flogging.
With her dress ripped down, Evie stood blinking back tears with arms across her bare chest while the sentence was read. Her wrists were soon pinioned high above her head, as Evie closed her eyes and pressed her damp cheek to the wood, wishing she would wake up from this nightmare.
An inebriated Mrs. Weathers closely watched the anguish on the girl’s face as her soft white back was torn by twenty cuts of the single-tail. Blood oozed from the broken skin and trickled toward Evie’s thin waist. The sides of her pert breasts were even bitten by the lash.
Evie was not healed completely, but her mother forced her back to work anyway. Sweat burned into her stripes as she labored at the mill. The other women taunted her, once so high and mighty living with the rich folks, then pleading and crying as she jerked at the whipping post.
Evie couldn’t believe her luck when she was hired as the nanny for Dr. Weathers’ family. It would save her from the cramped shack with her bitter mother and five younger siblings. She no longer had to dread a future in the sweltering textile mill and growing old early like so many of the town’s women. Evie’s new employers lived in a big house on the river where she had her own room. Their children were well mannered and adored her.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Weathers liked to drink, and her personality began to change as it slowly got out of hand. The booze also took a toll on her body and her looks. She was jealous of the pretty girl playing with her kids and making her husband laugh. It was too much when she saw him playfully twirl Evie to music on the radio.
After earrings supposedly went missing, the doctor’s wife used her influence to have Evie arrested on a charge of theft. Dr. Weathers grudgingly went along. Better to cast their nanny adrift than face the wrath of his increasingly unsettled wife. Evie was easily convicted on the word of the prominent couple and sentenced to a public flogging.
With her dress ripped down, Evie stood blinking back tears with arms across her bare chest while the sentence was read. Her wrists were soon pinioned high above her head, as Evie closed her eyes and pressed her damp cheek to the wood, wishing she would wake up from this nightmare.
An inebriated Mrs. Weathers closely watched the anguish on the girl’s face as her soft white back was torn by twenty cuts of the single-tail. Blood oozed from the broken skin and trickled toward Evie’s thin waist. The sides of her pert breasts were even bitten by the lash.
Evie was not healed completely, but her mother forced her back to work anyway. Sweat burned into her stripes as she labored at the mill. The other women taunted her, once so high and mighty living with the rich folks, then pleading and crying as she jerked at the whipping post.
Giant Pedro
Onlooker
This one, loves to be whipped. My kind of woman.
Shamefan
Governor
The picture is, “A Few Formalities First” by Prismarinepaint. And this is my take on it.
A new arrival at the reformatory. Here the girl is forced to strip naked for her admission photograph. Next she will be handed over to the medical examiner for a thorough physical examination and he will no doubt enjoy exploring the naked body of such a pretty girl. Then after her examination it will be time for her “welcome.”
She will now be taken to a room where a few selected guests are seated and who have been invited to watch the proceedings. The girl will be secured spread-eagled between to upright posts, a position that leaves her body fully exposed and available for what comes next. For her “welcome” she is to be birched and the birch twigs will be applied to all parts of her naked body, her buttocks, her back, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, back, front and in-between, and even that tender slit between he parted thighs will be subjected to a birching.
The process of her "welcome" will be drawn out to make it last, with pauses, so that the guests may be allowed to examine and explore with their hands the effects of the birch on her bare body. And so the whole procedure should last a good hour.
A new arrival at the reformatory. Here the girl is forced to strip naked for her admission photograph. Next she will be handed over to the medical examiner for a thorough physical examination and he will no doubt enjoy exploring the naked body of such a pretty girl. Then after her examination it will be time for her “welcome.”
She will now be taken to a room where a few selected guests are seated and who have been invited to watch the proceedings. The girl will be secured spread-eagled between to upright posts, a position that leaves her body fully exposed and available for what comes next. For her “welcome” she is to be birched and the birch twigs will be applied to all parts of her naked body, her buttocks, her back, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, back, front and in-between, and even that tender slit between he parted thighs will be subjected to a birching.
The process of her "welcome" will be drawn out to make it last, with pauses, so that the guests may be allowed to examine and explore with their hands the effects of the birch on her bare body. And so the whole procedure should last a good hour.
ianwarrick
Magistrate
One addition requested by a guest is that she counts each stroke after it is laid. Failure will mean an additional stroke until the previous is counted.
Well, Tree suggests such restrains when taking her to the chair. She might get fitful were she sees it!!!!
What!! Hard wood? Splinters? No way!!! I demand something more comfy … a little padding, a pillow or head rest … that thing is inhumane!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Still managing to complain, even in extremis!
