Barb goes BATS

[montycrusto]

FRUITY ??????

That’s the part you’re objecting to???

 

[twonines]

FRUITY ??????

Sod`s First Law of Limericks. The second and fifth line must rhyme no matter how tenuous.

 

[montycrusto]

Sod`s First Law of Limericks. The second and fifth line must rhyme no matter how tenuous.

Sshhhh! Barb hasn’t worked that one out yet!

 

[Loxuru]

Sshhhh! Barb hasn’t worked that one out yet!

So, even Limericks have rules in fine print?

 

[messaline]

@messaline viewed the sideboard’s highly polished surface and scoffed, declaring it most inferior in quality to French Premium Wood.

Though, Sir Wragg has suffiscient money to get a French table !

“Stop wriggling about!” exclaimed Messaline, with an air of French impatience. “Take your stroke Barb so I can have mine!”

That's true, isn't it ?

“Because it’s the Master of the House, Lord Wragg, accompanied by the Magistrates, Montycrusto and Twonines.”

Hum, I hope that he will not let fall our punishment ...

 

[Jollyrei]

Being escorted to Cruxton Abbey’s infamous cellar ‘punishment room’ brought back vivid memories of how Lord @Wragg would have me, as well as the other service staff girls, brought there to receive a stroke for every crystal goblet or decanter we broke.

I really don't see what else Lord Wragg was supposed to do. One has to have discipline in one's house.

Directly over it a row of shackles and chains were mounted on the wall.

A well equipped recreation room.

The effect was to scissor our bodies, both raising and spreading our ass cheeks in a manner to which they might be easily and brutally caned while, at the same time, presenting our privates bits in a most humiliating fashion.

I'm just going to take a quick break here to find something, like a cool drink. Is it warm in here?

“Do proceed with the entertainments, my dear Vicar,” declared the Countess with an elegant sweep of her hand. “You may begin with Kathy, and then continue on, moving from right to left, and then repeat the process …

The Countess is showing a decidedly personal interest here, it seems. You'd think she'd never been tied to a four-poster herself. Perhaps she wants a taste of the whip herself?

“Let us first pray, for these three young miscreants,”

Amen.

“I think our little French harlot desires It,” declared Martinet.

“Well, of course she does. She’s French. What did you expect?” observed Loxoru.

That explains everything, does it? I believe Barb is at least part Scandinavian. Perhaps dunking her in ice water prior to burning her would add a certain cultural verisimilitude?

it’s the Master of the House, Lord Wragg, accompanied by the Magistrates, Montycrusto and Twonines.”

Now, I wonder what Wragg will have to say about all this, especially the Countess's rather close and personal direction of the proceedings.

 

[NewUser]

Do proceed with the entertainments, my dear Vicar,” declared the Countess with an elegant sweep of her hand. “You may begin with Kathy, and then continue on, moving from right to left, and then repeat the process … shall we say a dozen strokes each? And don’t spare the rod. We do want to hear these wenches scream.”

I'm in a quandary!
I don't understand why such physically hard work was forced to do an elderly person already?
Have all the executioners in the Abbey quit?
I think we need to urgently place vacancies on CF!

 

[Kathy]

View attachment 1023998 The source of my inspiration when writing Episode 10

@Kathy awaits …

I am helpless and scared so why am I so wet? I feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

 

[twonines]

I am helpless and scared so why am I so wet? I feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

Subjected to an unceremonious stripping,
Kathy is now ready for a good whipping.
Secured, naked and spread,
Cruel thoughts run through the head.
Can you believe, the minx is already dripping.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

I don't understand why such physically hard work was forced to do an elderly person already?

The vicar may be advanced in years, but his saintly life has preserved his vigor:

My good cane carves the butts of women,
My tough lance thrusts in sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten
Because my heart is pure.


My apologies to Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson,

 

[Barbaria1]

I am helpless and scared so why am I so wet? I feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

And why is Kathy so helpless and wet
When her caning has hardly begun yet
What’s the cane’s lure
When pain is so sure
How bdsm crazy can our Kathy get

 

[Kathy]

And why is Kathy so helpless and wet
When her caning has hardly begun yet
What’s the cane’s lure
When pain is so sure
How bdsm crazy can our Kathy get

I am sure you will write what happens in the near future.

 

[montycrusto]

Up North in the land of the moose,
Lives a gal who makes her own juice.
When locked in restraints
She‘s got no complaints,
She desires to be put to hard use.

 

[twonines]

And why is Kathy so helpless and wet
When her caning has hardly begun yet
What’s the cane’s lure
When pain is so sure
How bdsm crazy can our Kathy get

Kathy has proved once again,
She takes great pleasure in pain.
Only one stroke yet,
And she`s ringing wet,
After six, she`ll be dripping like rain.

 

[twonines]

When the tears from her eyes are wiped,
Kathy`s masochism is still well hyped.
Each ridged purple welt,
Is painfully felt,
But she loves having her bare ass striped.

 

[montycrusto]

All readers who are discerning,
Will note that this tale about burning
Of witches at stakes,
Detours often makes,
Which into Digressions are turning.

 

[Barbaria1]

All readers who are discerning,
Will note that this tale about burning
Of witches at stakes,
Detours often makes,
Which into Digressions are turning.

Well, I’ve often said here on CF that I make it up as I go. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the finale … eventually.

 

[montycrusto]

The writer appears to takes pains
To describe all the shackles and chains,
And the punishment bench,
Where they tie down the wench
While they beat her tight little with canes.

 

[Jollyrei]

All readers who are discerning,
Will note that this tale about burning
Of witches at stakes,
Detours often makes,
Which into Digressions are turning.

Well, I’ve often said here on CF that I make it up as I go. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the finale … eventually.

What Barb isn't telling you is that we've actually had a bit of rain at Cruxton, and someone left the wood outside, so it's all wet, and now we can't find any matches. It's really a bit embarrassing. Just as well she's not...um...telling you...


Damn! I wasn't supposed to say, was I?

 

[Loinclothslave]

What Barb isn't telling you is that we've actually had a bit of rain at Cruxton, and someone left the wood outside, so it's all wet, and now we can't find any matches. It's really a bit embarrassing. Just as well she's not...um...telling you...


Damn! I wasn't supposed to say, was I?

Good, maybe there’s time for some horse riding while the wood dries?

Also what happens to the slave who left the wood out?