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Barb was released and turned before being spread in an ‘X’ but with her backside facing the audience. She again begged for mercy that was not to be offered even if Primus viewed the clear ‘canvas’ of her back and wished he could ‘paint’ it with a coarse heavy bullwhip. He started striping her back as she looked at the array of RR Video Productions cameras trained on her tortured front side.

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Primus started slowly, striking Barb’s back with a heavier whip but not the bullwhip he wanted to use, waiting almost most a minute between strokes. He gradually picked up the pace until the flurry strikes become a crescendo of forehand and backhand strikes.
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As he finished Barb was still awake but hanging limp from her wrist cuffs. She couldn’t understand how anyone could do this to her. When Primus finished the thirty lashes in less than six minutes he tossed the whip to the crowd below and walked up behind Barb. He grabbed her hair and raised her head. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “I would love to shred your back, Barbara. Call me. I will wave my fees.”

“Don’t leave the lights on, you bastard! I never want to see you again!” Barb hissed.

“You will call. You will want it. You will need it!”

Primus Pilus walked from the stage to a loud applause that he did not acknowledge feeling cheated he could not truly whip Ms. Moore the way he wanted to. Barb was allowed time to recover but not out of mercy but to allow the VIP ticket holders to get back to their prime seats and be served their drinks while those in the ‘cheap seats’ scrambled to the bars for their drinks.

Barb straightened up as she recovered from the beating…

He is out of his fucking mind if thinks I will ever call him. I shake my hair off my shoulders and look about. People are huddled around the various bars. I don’t see the cowboy. He said he’d be here. Fucking men; you can’t count on them. And then on the other stage stands the cross I will spend a half day on. Crap…

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Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
Barb was released and turned before being spread in an ‘X’ but with her backside facing the audience. She again begged for mercy that was not to be offered even if Primus viewed the clear ‘canvas’ of her back and wished he could ‘paint’ it with a coarse heavy bullwhip. He started striping her back as she looked at the array of RR Video Productions cameras trained on her tortured front side.

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Primus started slowly, striking Barb’s back with a heavier whip but not the bullwhip he wanted to use, waiting almost most a minute between strokes. He gradually picked up the pace until the flurry strikes become a crescendo of forehand and backhand strikes.
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As he finished Barb was still awake but hanging limp from her wrist cuffs. She couldn’t understand how anyone could do this to her. When Primus finished the thirty lashes in less than six minutes he tossed the whip to the crowd below and walked up behind Barb. He grabbed her hair and raised her head. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “I would love to shred your back, Barbara. Call me. I will wave my fees.”

“Don’t leave the lights on, you bastard! I never want to see you again!” Barb hissed.

“You will call. You will want it. You will need it!”

Primus Pilus walked from the stage to a loud applause that he did not acknowledge feeling cheated he could not truly whip Ms. Moore the way he wanted to. Barb was allowed time to recover but not out of mercy but to allow the VIP ticket holders to get back to their prime seats and be served their drinks while those in the ‘cheap seats’ scrambled to the bars for their drinks.

Barb straightened up as she recovered from the beating…

He is out of his fucking mind if thinks I will ever call him. I shake my hair off my shoulders and look about. People are huddled around the various bars. I don’t see the cowboy. He said he’d be here. Fucking men; you can’t count on them. And then on the other stage stands the cross I will spend a half day on. Crap…

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Tree
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You could almost feel sorry for her! :eek:

Almost.:rolleyes:
 
thehangingtree said:
Barb was released and turned before being spread in an ‘X’ but with her backside facing the audience. She again begged for mercy that was not to be offered even if Primus viewed the clear ‘canvas’ of her back and wished he could ‘paint’ it with a coarse heavy bullwhip. He started striping her back as she looked at the array of RR Video Productions cameras trained on her tortured front side.

View attachment 236157

Primus started slowly, striking Barb’s back with a heavier whip but not the bullwhip he wanted to use, waiting almost most a minute between strokes. He gradually picked up the pace until the flurry strikes become a crescendo of forehand and backhand strikes.
View attachment 236158

As he finished Barb was still awake but hanging limp from her wrist cuffs. She couldn’t understand how anyone could do this to her. When Primus finished the thirty lashes in less than six minutes he tossed the whip to the crowd below and walked up behind Barb. He grabbed her hair and raised her head. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “I would love to shred your back, Barbara. Call me. I will wave my fees.”

“Don’t leave the lights on, you bastard! I never want to see you again!” Barb hissed.

“You will call. You will want it. You will need it!”

Primus Pilus walked from the stage to a loud applause that he did not acknowledge feeling cheated he could not truly whip Ms. Moore the way he wanted to. Barb was allowed time to recover but not out of mercy but to allow the VIP ticket holders to get back to their prime seats and be served their drinks while those in the ‘cheap seats’ scrambled to the bars for their drinks.

Barb straightened up as she recovered from the beating…

He is out of his fucking mind if thinks I will ever call him. I shake my hair off my shoulders and look about. People are huddled around the various bars. I don’t see the cowboy. He said he’d be here. Fucking men; you can’t count on them. And then on the other stage stands the cross I will spend a half day on. Crap…

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Tree
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1 barb whip 009.jpg Yes, where is the Cowboy when I need him?....looking, but nowhere to be seen....can't miss that stupid yellow hat or the cloud of Marlboro smoke...sighhhhhhh... probably lying drunk on the ground somewhere :confused:
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 236162 Yes, where is the Cowboy when I need him?....looking, but nowhere to be seen....can't miss that stupid yellow hat or the cloud of Marlboro smoke...sighhhhhhh... probably lying drunk on the ground somewhere :confused:
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Drunk? :eek:

Tree? :eek:

Surely not? :rolleyes:
 
I thoroughly enjoyed the whipping! Waitress, bring me another Maker's please:devil:
So far I think my 12k was money well spent;)
 
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Tree wants to thank all those who commented and liked (and those that viewed). As much as Tree is portrayed as a hammer wielding drunk last evening the real Tree was a hammered drunk.

So thanks again and Barb thanks for being a good sport about the whipping... After 12 hours on a cross you'll be all done here...

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
Tree wants to thank all those who commented and liked (and those that viewed). As much as Tree is portrayed as a hammer wielding drunk last evening the real Tree was a hammered drunk.

So thanks again and Barb thanks for being a good sport about the whipping... After 12 hours on a cross you'll be all done here...

Tree
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Yikes...that was what I was afraid you would say....
 
12 hours? Well, my math skills are not what they were in barbarian school. Is this 12 hours with ropes or nails? :devil:
I was never sure about that. People did pay a lot for those tickets. ;)
 
Jollyrei said:
12 hours? Well, my math skills are not what they were in barbarian school. Is this 12 hours with ropes or nails? :devil:
I was never sure about that. People did pay a lot for those tickets. ;)
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...ropes... when this thread is done we will get back to the Slave Rebellion of 2015 where the attachment to crosses on the Hill of 100 Crosses will be more permanent...

...I'll see to it you get discount tickets...

Tree
 
Jollyrei said:
12 hours? Well, my math skills are not what they were in barbarian school. Is this 12 hours with ropes or nails? :devil:
I was never sure about that. People did pay a lot for those tickets. ;)
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images.jpg And they are getting their money's worth too ;)
 
Barb was exhausted by the brutal whipping. Primus Pilus was disappointed that he could use not his favorite bullwhip on Barb. But Barb thought the thirty lashed to her front with thirty lashes to her back and the flogger to her breasts that preceded the whips was anything but merciful. Her forearms were bound crossed behind her back and she was led from the whipping station over the ‘L’ shaped catwalk to the main stage where her cross was waiting for. Crews from the museum began disassembling and clearing the elevated walk even before she reached the main stage. Sir Despard Wragg met again with the mysterious Mr. Wu and he nodded and accepted another fat envelope from him. As he walked up the stairs to the whipping stage he slipped a thick handful of US hundred dollar bills from the envelope and pocketed them before handing the envelope to Primus and said “Mr. Wu would you like to do him a small favor.”

Sir Wragg whispered what it was and Primus snatched the envelope from Despard’s hand and laughed “I would enjoy that very much. This is hardly necessary but appreciated!”

What does all this mean?

Barb had arrived at the main stage and was ordered to kneel. Joan Tree pulled her hair into a bun explaining “They want to see your face, Barbara.”
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“May I have some wine” Barb asked.

“No, and it is time for your cross. Barb, if you don’t do exactly as you are told twelve hours become 24. Do you understand?”

All too well I understand. They make the rules and change they them at will! A short set of stairs are placed against the stipe and I climb them and place my back against the stipe. I spread my arms and thick but soft ropes bind my wrists to the cross. I am told to bend my knees and one foot then the other is bound to the cross. It is less than comfortable but not as bad a being whipped. The red stripes have all but disappeared though the pain has not left my body or my mind. I hang limp from the wood. Didn’t the cowboy tell me to save energy?

After a while ‘uncomfortable’ becomes a swelling ache in my shoulders. The crowd below me seems bored as they crowd the bars. ‘Good’ I think. It’s not my job to please them!

After a while- don’t ask me how long- my shoulders have gone from a dull ache to a fiery burn! I push up with my legs. It helps some…

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They seemed to enjoy it…

Barb


Tree

(with thanks to SeD and obviously Makar... What, Ulrika??? Oh, yes, and Barb...)
 
thehangingtree said:
Barb was exhausted by the brutal whipping. Primus Pilus was disappointed that he could use not his favorite bullwhip on Barb. But Barb thought the thirty lashed to her front with thirty lashes to her back and the flogger to her breasts that preceded the whips was anything but merciful. Her forearms were bound crossed behind her back and she was led from the whipping station over the ‘L’ shaped catwalk to the main stage where her cross was waiting for. Crews from the museum began disassembling and clearing the elevated walk even before she reached the main stage. Sir Despard Wragg met again with the mysterious Mr. Wu and he nodded and accepted another fat envelope from him. As he walked up the stairs to the whipping stage he slipped a thick handful of US hundred dollar bills from the envelope and pocketed them before handing the envelope to Primus and said “Mr. Wu would you like to do him a small favor.”

Sir Wragg whispered what it was and Primus snatched the envelope from Despard’s hand and laughed “I would enjoy that very much. This is hardly necessary but appreciated!”

What does all this mean?

Barb had arrived at the main stage and was ordered to kneel. Joan Tree pulled her hair into a bun explaining “They want to see your face, Barbara.”
View attachment 236695

“May I have some wine” Barb asked.

“No, and it is time for your cross. Barb, if you don’t do exactly as you are told twelve hours become 24. Do you understand?”

All too well I understand. They make the rules and change they them at will! A short set of stairs are placed against the stipe and I climb them and place my back against the stipe. I spread my arms and thick but soft ropes bind my wrists to the cross. I am told to bend my knees and one foot then the other is bound to the cross. It is less than comfortable but not as bad a being whipped. The red stripes have all but disappeared though the pain has not left my body or my mind. I hang limp from the wood. Didn’t the cowboy tell me to save energy?

After a while ‘uncomfortable’ becomes a swelling ache in my shoulders. The crowd below me seems bored as they crowd the bars. ‘Good’ I think. It’s not my job to please them!

After a while- don’t ask me how long- my shoulders have gone from a dull ache to a fiery burn! I push up with my legs. It helps some…

View attachment 236696

They seemed to enjoy it…

Barb


Tree

(with thanks to SeD and obviously Makar... What, Ulrika??? Oh, yes, and Barb...)
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... so far not too bad ... could be worse ... no nails ... what worries me though is that mysterious transaction between Wu and Wragg....anytime you put two "Ws" together it spells "WW" (don't know what that means; just threw it in their to be cryptic ... either that or I am delirious). But as it says above, "it's not my job to please them" ... maybe if they all become sufficiently bored they will all go home, RR's video royalties will tank, and everyone will forget the whole thing. By the way, is 24 hours on the cross a record on this site? If nothing else maybe I can make the Guiness book for my troubles here.
 
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