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George Jeffreys ran England’s court system during the reign of King James II. Known as the Bloody Judge, Jeffreys sentenced dozens of people to death. After Monmouth’s Rebellion, an attempt by the Duke of Monmouth to overthrow the king, was suppressed in 1685, Jeffreys sentenced hundreds of Monmouth’s supporters to slavery in the Caribbean. Others he sentenced to be whipped.

One of his victims was Lydia Linton a young barmaid. Lydia, a big English girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion, raised a glass to toast the Duke of Monmouth, whom she saw as a liberator from high taxes and repression. After Monmouth’s rebellion was crushed, Lydia was arrested. Judge Jeffreys saw to it that Lydia would pay dearly for her indiscretion. He sentenced her to be stripped to the waist and then to be whipped through every market town in Dorsetshire.

Lydia now faced horrendous public pain and humiliation. There are 25 market towns in Dorsetshire, and public whippings were carried out on Market Day, which took place every two weeks.

Every time she was whipped, Lydia was stripped to the waist, her bare breasts exposed, her hands tied to the end of a cart, and then paraded through each town through streets crowded with shoppers.

Besides being stripped to the waist, Lydia had to endure her punishment barefoot. Although the jagged cobblestones gashed and bruised her bare feet, her lovely bare ankles enhanced her sex appeal.

No set number of lashes was mandated. Prisoners were to be whipped until their bodies were “bloody,” so Lydia was whipped at least until the lash drew blood.

For Lydia, being indecently exposed before the Market Day crowds was often worse than the whipping. Because most people in Dorset were loyal to the king, they did not look kindly upon a woman they considered a traitor. As Lydia was paraded naked before them, they taunted her, insulted her, made lewd comments about her bare breasts, feet and ankles, and pelted her with rotten fruit and rotten eggs as she danced by them, screaming under the lash. To them, Lydia was scum. She deserved to be publicly humiliated and tortured.

As Lydia made her way through the towns of Dorset, heralds alerted the public when she was coming to town. In the springtime, crowds gathered to watch Lydia’s vigorous dancing under the lash. Lydia’s bare breasts bobbed seductively and glistened with sweat during the hot summer months as she screamed in agony. In the autumn, shoppers stocking up for the winter months paused to watch Lydia, her back now a mass of bleeding welts, sing and do a barefoot dance. When winter set in, crowds watched Lydia as she shivered, snowflakes falling on her bare arms, shoulders and breasts, yet the sting of the lash on her bare back stimulated her to dance barefoot and sing, her bare breasts bobbing seductively, as blood ran down her back.

Following her punishment, Lydia Linton gained a reputation throughout the shire as a topless dancer—and it is a safe bet that she would never again insult the king.
 
Ennie10 said:
George Jeffreys ran England’s court system during the reign of King James II. Known as the Bloody Judge, Jeffreys sentenced dozens of people to death. After Monmouth’s Rebellion, an attempt by the Duke of Monmouth to overthrow the king, was suppressed in 1685, Jeffreys sentenced hundreds of Monmouth’s supporters to slavery in the Caribbean. Others he sentenced to be whipped.

One of his victims was Lydia Linton a young barmaid. Lydia, a big English girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion, raised a glass to toast the Duke of Monmouth, whom she saw as a liberator from high taxes and repression. After Monmouth’s rebellion was crushed, Lydia was arrested. Judge Jeffreys saw to it that Lydia would pay dearly for her indiscretion. He sentenced her to be stripped to the waist and then to be whipped through every market town in Dorsetshire.

Lydia now faced horrendous public pain and humiliation. There are 25 market towns in Dorsetshire, and public whippings were carried out on Market Day, which took place every two weeks.

Every time she was whipped, Lydia was stripped to the waist, her bare breasts exposed, her hands tied to the end of a cart, and then paraded through each town through streets crowded with shoppers.

Besides being stripped to the waist, Lydia had to endure her punishment barefoot. Although the jagged cobblestones gashed and bruised her bare feet, her lovely bare ankles enhanced her sex appeal.

No set number of lashes was mandated. Prisoners were to be whipped until their bodies were “bloody,” so Lydia was whipped at least until the lash drew blood.

For Lydia, being indecently exposed before the Market Day crowds was often worse than the whipping. Because most people in Dorset were loyal to the king, they did not look kindly upon a woman they considered a traitor. As Lydia was paraded naked before them, they taunted her, insulted her, made lewd comments about her bare breasts, feet and ankles, and pelted her with rotten fruit and rotten eggs as she danced by them, screaming under the lash. To them, Lydia was scum. She deserved to be publicly humiliated and tortured.

As Lydia made her way through the towns of Dorset, heralds alerted the public when she was coming to town. In the springtime, crowds gathered to watch Lydia’s vigorous dancing under the lash. Lydia’s bare breasts bobbed seductively and glistened with sweat during the hot summer months as she screamed in agony. In the autumn, shoppers stocking up for the winter months paused to watch Lydia, her back now a mass of bleeding welts, sing and do a barefoot dance. When winter set in, crowds watched Lydia as she shivered, snowflakes falling on her bare arms, shoulders and breasts, yet the sting of the lash on her bare back stimulated her to dance barefoot and sing, her bare breasts bobbing seductively, as blood ran down her back.

Following her punishment, Lydia Linton gained a reputation throughout the shire as a topless dancer—and it is a safe bet that she would never again insult the king.
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This whole year of regular floggings she must have remembered for the rest of her life. And her back, too.
 
Ennie10 said:
George Jeffreys ran England’s court system during the reign of King James II. Known as the Bloody Judge, Jeffreys sentenced dozens of people to death. After Monmouth’s Rebellion, an attempt by the Duke of Monmouth to overthrow the king, was suppressed in 1685, Jeffreys sentenced hundreds of Monmouth’s supporters to slavery in the Caribbean. Others he sentenced to be whipped.

One of his victims was Lydia Linton a young barmaid. Lydia, a big English girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion, raised a glass to toast the Duke of Monmouth, whom she saw as a liberator from high taxes and repression. After Monmouth’s rebellion was crushed, Lydia was arrested. Judge Jeffreys saw to it that Lydia would pay dearly for her indiscretion. He sentenced her to be stripped to the waist and then to be whipped through every market town in Dorsetshire.

Lydia now faced horrendous public pain and humiliation. There are 25 market towns in Dorsetshire, and public whippings were carried out on Market Day, which took place every two weeks.

Every time she was whipped, Lydia was stripped to the waist, her bare breasts exposed, her hands tied to the end of a cart, and then paraded through each town through streets crowded with shoppers.

Besides being stripped to the waist, Lydia had to endure her punishment barefoot. Although the jagged cobblestones gashed and bruised her bare feet, her lovely bare ankles enhanced her sex appeal.

No set number of lashes was mandated. Prisoners were to be whipped until their bodies were “bloody,” so Lydia was whipped at least until the lash drew blood.

For Lydia, being indecently exposed before the Market Day crowds was often worse than the whipping. Because most people in Dorset were loyal to the king, they did not look kindly upon a woman they considered a traitor. As Lydia was paraded naked before them, they taunted her, insulted her, made lewd comments about her bare breasts, feet and ankles, and pelted her with rotten fruit and rotten eggs as she danced by them, screaming under the lash. To them, Lydia was scum. She deserved to be publicly humiliated and tortured.

As Lydia made her way through the towns of Dorset, heralds alerted the public when she was coming to town. In the springtime, crowds gathered to watch Lydia’s vigorous dancing under the lash. Lydia’s bare breasts bobbed seductively and glistened with sweat during the hot summer months as she screamed in agony. In the autumn, shoppers stocking up for the winter months paused to watch Lydia, her back now a mass of bleeding welts, sing and do a barefoot dance. When winter set in, crowds watched Lydia as she shivered, snowflakes falling on her bare arms, shoulders and breasts, yet the sting of the lash on her bare back stimulated her to dance barefoot and sing, her bare breasts bobbing seductively, as blood ran down her back.

Following her punishment, Lydia Linton gained a reputation throughout the shire as a topless dancer—and it is a safe bet that she would never again insult the king.
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I would like to be in her place, whipped to blood chained to the cart my goodness that's my destiny, I would beg not to stop whipping me. Also serving everybody as sex slave, cum whore.
I want to ask between the whippings where was Lydia kept? Imprisoned was she?
 
Ennie10 said:
George Jeffreys ran England’s court system during the reign of King James II. Known as the Bloody Judge, Jeffreys sentenced dozens of people to death. After Monmouth’s Rebellion, an attempt by the Duke of Monmouth to overthrow the king, was suppressed in 1685, Jeffreys sentenced hundreds of Monmouth’s supporters to slavery in the Caribbean. Others he sentenced to be whipped.

One of his victims was Lydia Linton a young barmaid. Lydia, a big English girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion, raised a glass to toast the Duke of Monmouth, whom she saw as a liberator from high taxes and repression. After Monmouth’s rebellion was crushed, Lydia was arrested. Judge Jeffreys saw to it that Lydia would pay dearly for her indiscretion. He sentenced her to be stripped to the waist and then to be whipped through every market town in Dorsetshire.

Lydia now faced horrendous public pain and humiliation. There are 25 market towns in Dorsetshire, and public whippings were carried out on Market Day, which took place every two weeks.

Every time she was whipped, Lydia was stripped to the waist, her bare breasts exposed, her hands tied to the end of a cart, and then paraded through each town through streets crowded with shoppers.

Besides being stripped to the waist, Lydia had to endure her punishment barefoot. Although the jagged cobblestones gashed and bruised her bare feet, her lovely bare ankles enhanced her sex appeal.

No set number of lashes was mandated. Prisoners were to be whipped until their bodies were “bloody,” so Lydia was whipped at least until the lash drew blood.

For Lydia, being indecently exposed before the Market Day crowds was often worse than the whipping. Because most people in Dorset were loyal to the king, they did not look kindly upon a woman they considered a traitor. As Lydia was paraded naked before them, they taunted her, insulted her, made lewd comments about her bare breasts, feet and ankles, and pelted her with rotten fruit and rotten eggs as she danced by them, screaming under the lash. To them, Lydia was scum. She deserved to be publicly humiliated and tortured.

As Lydia made her way through the towns of Dorset, heralds alerted the public when she was coming to town. In the springtime, crowds gathered to watch Lydia’s vigorous dancing under the lash. Lydia’s bare breasts bobbed seductively and glistened with sweat during the hot summer months as she screamed in agony. In the autumn, shoppers stocking up for the winter months paused to watch Lydia, her back now a mass of bleeding welts, sing and do a barefoot dance. When winter set in, crowds watched Lydia as she shivered, snowflakes falling on her bare arms, shoulders and breasts, yet the sting of the lash on her bare back stimulated her to dance barefoot and sing, her bare breasts bobbing seductively, as blood ran down her back.

Following her punishment, Lydia Linton gained a reputation throughout the shire as a topless dancer—and it is a safe bet that she would never again insult the king.
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I would like to be in her place, whipped to blood chained to the cart my goodness that's my destiny, I would beg not to stop whipping me. Also serving everybody as sex slave, cum whore.
I want to ask between the whippings where was Lydia kept? Imprisoned was she?
The Beast said:
This whole year of regular floggings she must have remembered for the rest of her life. And her back, too.
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slave666597 said:
I would like to be in her place, whipped to blood chained to the cart my goodness that's my destiny, I would beg not to stop whipping me. Also serving everybody as sex slave, cum whore.
I want to ask between the whippings where was Lydia kept? Imprisoned was she?
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Lydia would have been imprisoned in each market town's jail or lockup until Market Day, when she would have been stripped to the waist and then whipped through the crowded marketplace, singing and doing an obscene topless and barefoot dance.
 
Ennie10 said:
Lydia would have been imprisoned in each market town's jail or lockup until Market Day, when she would have been stripped to the waist and then whipped through the crowded marketplace, singing and doing an obscene topless and barefoot dance.
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My god I want to live her experience!! So horny to get whipped and humiliated in front of the crowd.. I will do whatever they want.. Whip me, fuck me. . . I want to be the whore pain slut of the 25 markets who everyone can fuck whip torture piss use me as sex slave. . Force me to bestiality sex with dogs and horses. A true masochist must sacrifice for the pleasure of its torturers
 
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Elizabeth Hansford, a recent English immigrant to eighteenth-century Virginia was accused of singing seditious songs in a tavern.

Elizabeth did, indeed, sing the songs She was found guilty of a crime that merited a year in prison, but the sentence was downgraded to a fine of 20 shillings or a public whipping. Elizabeth, a peasant girl, is penniless—unable to pay the fine—so she has no choice but to endure the lash. Elizabeth is then sentenced to be stripped naked to the waist and to be whipped until her body is bloody. No set number of lashes—Liz is to be whipped until she bleeds.

A fiendish smile then appears on the judge’s lips when he realizes that he has the power to force Elizabeth—a comely blonde English girl in her 20’s, with blue eyes and pale white skin—to dance at the whipping post, which is attached to the stocks outside the jail. About seven feet tall, the whipping post features two sets of iron shackles designed for wrists of different sizes (I have had my own wrists in these shackles).
Elizabeth is remanded to the Public Gaol. On Market Day, she is to be stripped to the waist and whipped until her body is bloody.

For a week and a half, while she is locked up in the Public Gaol, Liz swelters in the summer heat. She is barefoot and her hands are chained. On Market Day, she is led outside and is shocked at the size of her audience.

In front of hundreds of townspeople, Elizabeth’s bodice is removed, and then her shift is loosened at the neck. Then her arms are slipped out of the sleeves and Elizabeth’s bare, white arms are revealed. The rest of the shift, along with her undergarments are pulled to the waist. A murmur runs through the crowd as Elizabeth’s bare breasts fall free. Realizing that she is now indecently exposed, Elizabeth’s face turns red.

Now bare to the waist, Liz is told to show her hands, which are secured to the post , with the back of her hands facing outward as her wrists are pressed into the wood. Then the shackles are locked, leaving Liz half-naked, in front of everyone, her bare arms secured in front of her.

The whip that will be used to punish Liz is a three-foot-long braided leather single tail tipped with a one-ounce weight—virtually guaranteed to draw a red line across Elizabeth’s white flesh with every stroke. Elizabeth may have enjoyed singing seditious songs in the tavern, but she is soon entertaining her audience by singing a different tune when she feels the sting of the lash on her bare back. Elizabeth grits her teeth and tries to maintain an air of haughty indifference but the sixth lash breaks her will, and she lets out a scream.

Elizabeth then does a vigorous barefoot dance, hopping from one bare foot to another as a pattern of thin red lines begins to crisscross her shoulders and upper arms. Blood flows down the crease at the center of her back and stains the remains of her shift and upper garments that are gathered at her waist. As she dances, her bare breasts, now glistening with sweat, bob up and down, enticing the young men in her audience. Elizabeth is now screaming with each lash.

When her back is sufficiently bloody, the whipping ends. Elizabeth’s screams turn to sobs as she begins to cry like a small child. However, her stripes are then rubbed with salt as a disinfectant—a procedure that again sets her to screaming—and dancing!
 
Ennie10 said:
Elizabeth Hansford, a recent English immigrant to eighteenth-century Virginia was accused of singing seditious songs in a tavern.

Elizabeth did, indeed, sing the songs She was found guilty of a crime that merited a year in prison, but the sentence was downgraded to a fine of 20 shillings or a public whipping. Elizabeth, a peasant girl, is penniless—unable to pay the fine—so she has no choice but to endure the lash. Elizabeth is then sentenced to be stripped naked to the waist and to be whipped until her body is bloody. No set number of lashes—Liz is to be whipped until she bleeds.

A fiendish smile then appears on the judge’s lips when he realizes that he has the power to force Elizabeth—a comely blonde English girl in her 20’s, with blue eyes and pale white skin—to dance at the whipping post, which is attached to the stocks outside the jail. About seven feet tall, the whipping post features two sets of iron shackles designed for wrists of different sizes (I have had my own wrists in these shackles).
Elizabeth is remanded to the Public Gaol. On Market Day, she is to be stripped to the waist and whipped until her body is bloody.

For a week and a half, while she is locked up in the Public Gaol, Liz swelters in the summer heat. She is barefoot and her hands are chained. On Market Day, she is led outside and is shocked at the size of her audience.

In front of hundreds of townspeople, Elizabeth’s bodice is removed, and then her shift is loosened at the neck. Then her arms are slipped out of the sleeves and Elizabeth’s bare, white arms are revealed. The rest of the shift, along with her undergarments are pulled to the waist. A murmur runs through the crowd as Elizabeth’s bare breasts fall free. Realizing that she is now indecently exposed, Elizabeth’s face turns red.

Now bare to the waist, Liz is told to show her hands, which are secured to the post , with the back of her hands facing outward as her wrists are pressed into the wood. Then the shackles are locked, leaving Liz half-naked, in front of everyone, her bare arms secured in front of her.

The whip that will be used to punish Liz is a three-foot-long braided leather single tail tipped with a one-ounce weight—virtually guaranteed to draw a red line across Elizabeth’s white flesh with every stroke. Elizabeth may have enjoyed singing seditious songs in the tavern, but she is soon entertaining her audience by singing a different tune when she feels the sting of the lash on her bare back. Elizabeth grits her teeth and tries to maintain an air of haughty indifference but the sixth lash breaks her will, and she lets out a scream.

Elizabeth then does a vigorous barefoot dance, hopping from one bare foot to another as a pattern of thin red lines begins to crisscross her shoulders and upper arms. Blood flows down the crease at the center of her back and stains the remains of her shift and upper garments that are gathered at her waist. As she dances, her bare breasts, now glistening with sweat, bob up and down, enticing the young men in her audience. Elizabeth is now screaming with each lash.

When her back is sufficiently bloody, the whipping ends. Elizabeth’s screams turn to sobs as she begins to cry like a small child. However, her stripes are then rubbed with salt as a disinfectant—a procedure that again sets her to screaming—and dancing!
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Great story Ennie10. You know how to teach rebelious girl singing under the lashes.
 
Ennie10 said:
Elizabeth Hansford, a recent English immigrant to eighteenth-century Virginia was accused of singing seditious songs in a tavern.

Elizabeth did, indeed, sing the songs She was found guilty of a crime that merited a year in prison, but the sentence was downgraded to a fine of 20 shillings or a public whipping. Elizabeth, a peasant girl, is penniless—unable to pay the fine—so she has no choice but to endure the lash. Elizabeth is then sentenced to be stripped naked to the waist and to be whipped until her body is bloody. No set number of lashes—Liz is to be whipped until she bleeds.

A fiendish smile then appears on the judge’s lips when he realizes that he has the power to force Elizabeth—a comely blonde English girl in her 20’s, with blue eyes and pale white skin—to dance at the whipping post, which is attached to the stocks outside the jail. About seven feet tall, the whipping post features two sets of iron shackles designed for wrists of different sizes (I have had my own wrists in these shackles).
Elizabeth is remanded to the Public Gaol. On Market Day, she is to be stripped to the waist and whipped until her body is bloody.

For a week and a half, while she is locked up in the Public Gaol, Liz swelters in the summer heat. She is barefoot and her hands are chained. On Market Day, she is led outside and is shocked at the size of her audience.

In front of hundreds of townspeople, Elizabeth’s bodice is removed, and then her shift is loosened at the neck. Then her arms are slipped out of the sleeves and Elizabeth’s bare, white arms are revealed. The rest of the shift, along with her undergarments are pulled to the waist. A murmur runs through the crowd as Elizabeth’s bare breasts fall free. Realizing that she is now indecently exposed, Elizabeth’s face turns red.

Now bare to the waist, Liz is told to show her hands, which are secured to the post , with the back of her hands facing outward as her wrists are pressed into the wood. Then the shackles are locked, leaving Liz half-naked, in front of everyone, her bare arms secured in front of her.

The whip that will be used to punish Liz is a three-foot-long braided leather single tail tipped with a one-ounce weight—virtually guaranteed to draw a red line across Elizabeth’s white flesh with every stroke. Elizabeth may have enjoyed singing seditious songs in the tavern, but she is soon entertaining her audience by singing a different tune when she feels the sting of the lash on her bare back. Elizabeth grits her teeth and tries to maintain an air of haughty indifference but the sixth lash breaks her will, and she lets out a scream.

Elizabeth then does a vigorous barefoot dance, hopping from one bare foot to another as a pattern of thin red lines begins to crisscross her shoulders and upper arms. Blood flows down the crease at the center of her back and stains the remains of her shift and upper garments that are gathered at her waist. As she dances, her bare breasts, now glistening with sweat, bob up and down, enticing the young men in her audience. Elizabeth is now screaming with each lash.

When her back is sufficiently bloody, the whipping ends. Elizabeth’s screams turn to sobs as she begins to cry like a small child. However, her stripes are then rubbed with salt as a disinfectant—a procedure that again sets her to screaming—and dancing!
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Great story. I would like to be in her situation but totally naked! I would beg to whip me harder til I faint. I would offer them my personal whip which I am uploading a photo of.
The Beast said:
Great story Ennie10. You know how to teach rebelious girl singing under the lashes.
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