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Judicial Corporal Punishment Of Women: Stories And Novels
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Here is a nice short judicial caning story. From the now-defunct spanking site "Over The Desk". Not my work, but as it is no longer available online it may be worth reposting here:
I was told this story by my aunt some years ago. She joined the WAAF in 1939 at the age of eighteen. After training she was posted to Aden which had become a Crown Colony in 1937 with the main Military presence being the RAF. She told me she was so ashamed of what had happened to her there that she had never told anyone about it but felt that now someone ought to know.
She was very vague about what actually happened but apparently it involved 12 WRACS including herself who were accused of some sort of mutiny. In her own words this is what happened next.
I shall never forget that awful morning when all twelve of us were standing in the dock of the Aden Protectorate Court. Being war time we were all in real trouble for our revolt against what we thought was harsh discipline. I listened but not really taking in all the things we were being accused of. However it was a real shock to hear the verdict of “GUILTY”. I stood bemused as I heard our sentences read out. We were all sentenced to six months in the penal compound and during our sentence we would all receive eight strokes of the birch.
We were all taken away to the penal compound to serve our sentences. A few days later however, we were told that as, due to the war, there were not enough punishment birches in Aden at the moment we would all receive twelve strokes of the cane instead.
Usually we wore prison overalls in the penal compound but one morning my friend Elizabeth was told to change into her uniform and remain in her cell until fetched. We had to go and get on with our prison tasks for the day so I didn’t get to see Elizabeth until the evening when I found her lying face down on her bed. She had had her caning that morning and was in a terrible state her bottom a mass of deep red weals some of which had broken the skin and bled. She was still in agony and it took her several days to be able to move properly without considerable pain.
About once every two weeks one of us would be told to change into uniform that morning and knew that the time had come for their whacking. The results were always the same with considerable pain for several weeks afterwards. One day I was near the door that led out into the exercise yard and I saw Jane, a very loud and bolshy girl, being dragged out in her uniform for her whacking. She was shouting and screaming at the top of her voice: “Stop it! You can’t do this to me! No, no please!” The WAAF NCO with her told her to stop behaving like a child and behave like an adult and take her punishment like the others had done. She still continued crying but did calm down a bit.
I was determined that when my turn came I would try to take my punishment as bravely as I could however hard it might be. The days dragged on with the dreary prison routine until one morning my name was called out and I was told to return to my cell and put on my uniform. My date with the cane had arrived. Of the twelve of us sentenced eight had already received their caning. Some had taken it bravely and others had made rather an exhibition of themselves. I was trembling all over as I dressed carefully in my uniform but somehow I also felt relieved that my turn had arrived and that however painful it would soon be over.
At ten o’clock a WAAF NCO arrived accompanied by a male police sergeant. They told me to come with them. So started the slow walk of the condemned to my fate. We walked along the bleak prison corridors until we emerged through a doorway to the exercise yard. There in the middle of the yard was a fairly large bench affair that I knew to be the “Whipping Block” and there very shortly I knew I would be bent over to be flogged.
As we approached the block I saw there were quite a few people around it, mostly male, though I noticed a young WAAC Officer from my unit. As soon as we reached the Block we stopped and the Prison Governor stepped forward and read out my sentence.
“Leading aircraftwoman Johnson you have been sentenced by the Aden Protectorate Court to six months detention and also to receive twelve strokes of the cane to be carried out during your confinement. I have to tell you that that part of your sentence will now be carried out. Prepare yourself.”
I was then told by the WAAF NCO to remove my skirt and knickers. In normal circumstances I would have been too embarrassed to reveal myself half naked in front of all these people. As it was, however, I dumbly complied and handed my skirt and knickers to the WAAF NCO.
I was then told to step on to the small platform at the front of the Block and then bend over it with my arms hanging down the other side. The NCO and police sergeant then secured each arm with a strap to bars at the rear of the block. They then repeated the process with each of my legs to similar bars at the front. Finally a thick leather strap was secured and tightened across the small of my back. Try as I might I could not move, I was now securely strapped in place for my flogging.
I felt and heard nothing for what seemed like ages and then I felt a slight tapping of the cane across my bottom. Then suddenly I heard a whoosh and then a resounding crack. For a moment I felt nothing and then the most terrible pain I have ever felt spread through my bottom and completely engulfed me with agony. However brave I thought I would be I could hold myself no longer and let out a tremendous cry and immediately began sobbing. After what seemed ages another whoosh and resounding crack. I shrieked again louder this time. And so it continued whoosh, crack, whoosh, crack, as stroke after vicious stroke crashed into my poor bottom.
This seemed to go on for ever and then I realised it had stopped. I felt the straps on my arms being unbuckled and then the ones on my legs. Finally the strap across my back was removed. I just lay there sobbing but was then helped to my feet. My legs felt so weak I could hardly stand and had to be supported off the exercise yard still half naked.
I was taken to the medical room and told to lie on my front. After a while the Medical Officer appeared and examined my bottom. It appeared that the skin had broken in several places and I was bleeding. He told the nurse to clean my bottom up and apply an antiseptic which of course stung like fury. After that I was helped back to my cell and lay on my bunk face down for the rest of the day.
It took a very painful week before my wounds had healed and the bruising took well over a month to finally disappear. But at least I had survived the ordeal.
A couple of months later my prison sentence was over. By then all twelve of us had received our caning and had managed to survive. We were returned to our units. In normal circumstances we would have been dishonourably discharged. But this was war time. I think the authorities felt that our sentence, especially the caning, had taught us a lesson we would never forget and certainly never again disobey an order from a superior officer.
I served throughout the war with no further incidents and was surprised to find that there was no mention of the caning in my discharge papers when I was demobbed. I think the authorities wanted to make sure that such things were kept securely under wraps.
Do I resent what happened? No I don’t. It was war time and in fact I was treated very leniently. I thoroughly deserved the caning I got.
The End
Aden 1940
By David Linnell
This story though fictitious is based on real events that apparently took place in Aden in 1940.
I was told this story by my aunt some years ago. She joined the WAAF in 1939 at the age of eighteen. After training she was posted to Aden which had become a Crown Colony in 1937 with the main Military presence being the RAF. She told me she was so ashamed of what had happened to her there that she had never told anyone about it but felt that now someone ought to know.
She was very vague about what actually happened but apparently it involved 12 WRACS including herself who were accused of some sort of mutiny. In her own words this is what happened next.
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I shall never forget that awful morning when all twelve of us were standing in the dock of the Aden Protectorate Court. Being war time we were all in real trouble for our revolt against what we thought was harsh discipline. I listened but not really taking in all the things we were being accused of. However it was a real shock to hear the verdict of “GUILTY”. I stood bemused as I heard our sentences read out. We were all sentenced to six months in the penal compound and during our sentence we would all receive eight strokes of the birch.
We were all taken away to the penal compound to serve our sentences. A few days later however, we were told that as, due to the war, there were not enough punishment birches in Aden at the moment we would all receive twelve strokes of the cane instead.
Usually we wore prison overalls in the penal compound but one morning my friend Elizabeth was told to change into her uniform and remain in her cell until fetched. We had to go and get on with our prison tasks for the day so I didn’t get to see Elizabeth until the evening when I found her lying face down on her bed. She had had her caning that morning and was in a terrible state her bottom a mass of deep red weals some of which had broken the skin and bled. She was still in agony and it took her several days to be able to move properly without considerable pain.
About once every two weeks one of us would be told to change into uniform that morning and knew that the time had come for their whacking. The results were always the same with considerable pain for several weeks afterwards. One day I was near the door that led out into the exercise yard and I saw Jane, a very loud and bolshy girl, being dragged out in her uniform for her whacking. She was shouting and screaming at the top of her voice: “Stop it! You can’t do this to me! No, no please!” The WAAF NCO with her told her to stop behaving like a child and behave like an adult and take her punishment like the others had done. She still continued crying but did calm down a bit.
I was determined that when my turn came I would try to take my punishment as bravely as I could however hard it might be. The days dragged on with the dreary prison routine until one morning my name was called out and I was told to return to my cell and put on my uniform. My date with the cane had arrived. Of the twelve of us sentenced eight had already received their caning. Some had taken it bravely and others had made rather an exhibition of themselves. I was trembling all over as I dressed carefully in my uniform but somehow I also felt relieved that my turn had arrived and that however painful it would soon be over.
At ten o’clock a WAAF NCO arrived accompanied by a male police sergeant. They told me to come with them. So started the slow walk of the condemned to my fate. We walked along the bleak prison corridors until we emerged through a doorway to the exercise yard. There in the middle of the yard was a fairly large bench affair that I knew to be the “Whipping Block” and there very shortly I knew I would be bent over to be flogged.
As we approached the block I saw there were quite a few people around it, mostly male, though I noticed a young WAAC Officer from my unit. As soon as we reached the Block we stopped and the Prison Governor stepped forward and read out my sentence.
“Leading aircraftwoman Johnson you have been sentenced by the Aden Protectorate Court to six months detention and also to receive twelve strokes of the cane to be carried out during your confinement. I have to tell you that that part of your sentence will now be carried out. Prepare yourself.”
I was then told by the WAAF NCO to remove my skirt and knickers. In normal circumstances I would have been too embarrassed to reveal myself half naked in front of all these people. As it was, however, I dumbly complied and handed my skirt and knickers to the WAAF NCO.
I was then told to step on to the small platform at the front of the Block and then bend over it with my arms hanging down the other side. The NCO and police sergeant then secured each arm with a strap to bars at the rear of the block. They then repeated the process with each of my legs to similar bars at the front. Finally a thick leather strap was secured and tightened across the small of my back. Try as I might I could not move, I was now securely strapped in place for my flogging.
I felt and heard nothing for what seemed like ages and then I felt a slight tapping of the cane across my bottom. Then suddenly I heard a whoosh and then a resounding crack. For a moment I felt nothing and then the most terrible pain I have ever felt spread through my bottom and completely engulfed me with agony. However brave I thought I would be I could hold myself no longer and let out a tremendous cry and immediately began sobbing. After what seemed ages another whoosh and resounding crack. I shrieked again louder this time. And so it continued whoosh, crack, whoosh, crack, as stroke after vicious stroke crashed into my poor bottom.
This seemed to go on for ever and then I realised it had stopped. I felt the straps on my arms being unbuckled and then the ones on my legs. Finally the strap across my back was removed. I just lay there sobbing but was then helped to my feet. My legs felt so weak I could hardly stand and had to be supported off the exercise yard still half naked.
I was taken to the medical room and told to lie on my front. After a while the Medical Officer appeared and examined my bottom. It appeared that the skin had broken in several places and I was bleeding. He told the nurse to clean my bottom up and apply an antiseptic which of course stung like fury. After that I was helped back to my cell and lay on my bunk face down for the rest of the day.
It took a very painful week before my wounds had healed and the bruising took well over a month to finally disappear. But at least I had survived the ordeal.
A couple of months later my prison sentence was over. By then all twelve of us had received our caning and had managed to survive. We were returned to our units. In normal circumstances we would have been dishonourably discharged. But this was war time. I think the authorities felt that our sentence, especially the caning, had taught us a lesson we would never forget and certainly never again disobey an order from a superior officer.
I served throughout the war with no further incidents and was surprised to find that there was no mention of the caning in my discharge papers when I was demobbed. I think the authorities wanted to make sure that such things were kept securely under wraps.
Do I resent what happened? No I don’t. It was war time and in fact I was treated very leniently. I thoroughly deserved the caning I got.
The End
JCSP
Spectator
Hey this is awesome! seems like something not Stable diffusion, I'd love to try some hardcore tortures on the buttocks...
jhon scot
Spectator
Medical treatment II (Vaginal fungus) – Second Part
"But it would have caused her excruciating agony." I protested, "I hurt her a lot anyway."
"I'm afraid we'll have to do it again, otherwise the treatment won't be effective enough."
Kristin, who anxiously followed the exchange between us, screamed: "No, no! You can't do this to me again! Mom!"
"Don't be afraid." I reassured her "Whatever happened, happened. We will not repeat the treatment."
"You seriously don't intend to repeat the treatment with the other brush?" I turned to Dr. Jones, “She has suffered enough. I have a video of the whole process here. Come and see with your own eyes. After you see how much what I did hurt her, you will agree with me that she should be released and that's it."
I showed him clips from the two treatments. This gave us inestimable pleasure. John could now see closely what she had gone through and listen to her screams and desperate pleas, and I myself was happy to watch the expressions of agony on her face and to hear again the terrible screams of pain that came out of her mouth, all while she herself was present and watched the horrible spectacle.
"Yes," said Dr. Jones at the end of the screening, "I tend to agree with you. It would be very cruel to repeat the treatment after what she went through. You know what, we'll go to Dr. Mon with the films and consult with him."
"Dr. Mon," he explained to Kristin, "is the head of the department. I'm sure after he sees the movie, he'll allow us to let you go home."
We left the room and a quarter of an hour later, which must have seemed like an eternity in her eyes, we returned to the room.
"I'm very sorry." I told her, "We tried our best to convince Dr. Mon that no further treatment was necessary. He was almost convinced, but in the end made a difficult decision to repeat the brush treatment the right way. Dr. Johnson, who has more experience than me, will perform the repeat treatment. I'm very sorry."
Kristin's hysterical reaction was an unforgettable sight. Days later we would remember it and feel again and again the erotic pleasure we felt hearing her screams: "No! No! You can't! I can't go through this again! It hurt me so much. Enough! Enough! Let me go."
Then John started the treatment. It was pure pleasure to watch him insert the dreaded brush into her vagina and turn it on. The brush began to move back and forth deep inside her vagina. The tip of the brush reached the opening of the uterus. John pressed the spin button. The terrible brush began to spin at first slowly and then at an ever-increasing rate until it settled at ten revolutions per second. From the screams of agony that emanated from her mouth I could guess what excruciating agony the stiff bristles scratching the sides of her vagina caused her. Her face contorted with pain testified to this as a thousand witnesses. The process lasted fifteen minutes. A quarter of an hour in which I felt I was almost going to explode with erotic lust. Finally, John stopped the brush and pulled it out of her vagina. A strong stream of blood burst from the tortured vagina. John used a white-hot device to cauterize the wounds and stop the bleeding, which caused her to break out in horrible screams.
Then when it seemed to our patient that everything was behind her, John took out from the treasure drawer a terrible pin-like tube that was 5.5 cm in diameter, two cm more than the previous tube.
"I'm very sorry," he told her, "But according to Dr. Mon's instructions, I will also have to repeat the second treatment, this time with a more suitable tool. The needles are 7 mm long and this is to ensure that the injected substance reaches the abdominal cavity and not just the vaginal walls, and the substance we will use will be much stronger, and I assume that for you the pain it will cause you will be much stronger."
And if I thought that I had already reached the peak, now at the sight of the terrible tool that John inserted into her vagina and that the very insertion caused her severe agony and the sound of the screams, the shouts, the sobs and the pleas that came out of her mouth as the needles penetrated one after the other into the walls of her vagina and later her hysterical reactions when the burning and caustic substances penetrated her, all these brought me to new heights of pleasure.
When we finished treating Kristin's vagina, we were both John and myself in the clouds. We derived incomparable pleasure from the medical treatments we gave her and felt that we exhausted her to the fullest. It was already two in the afternoon. We left her tied to the chair to treat her breasts later. We had a good meal and went to rest and gain strength. When we got up from our sleep, the sun was already in the bottom of the sky. We felt refreshed and full of energy.
"I want to end this wonderful day" I said to John "with a grand finale. Instead of syringes and devices I just want to punish someone with a serious whipping."
"No problem. I feel just like you." John said, "I have Eleanor in stock. A woman with a magnificent bosom that you, and frankly I too, would love to punish severely. She was staying at one of our hotels and was splashing money left and right. Her plump bosom immediately caught my attention, so I hurried to scan her mind on the very first evening. Then I did a brief investigation. Her story is that just a short time ago she was released from custody on technical grounds and for lack of evidence, after intentionally running over her husband. She went on vacation to celebrate her release with the insurance money left to her by her late husband. It was clear to all that she is not innocent, but her lawyer was able to get her acquitted beyond the reasonable doubt. I think she is a classic case suitable for our social justice association. Go organize the green table and get the charge and sentence on the record. I'll see to it in the meantime that I wake her up and bring her before the court. We will use the flogging frame directly and will not have to move her from the special chair.
"Magnificent." I told him, "Within fifteen minutes the setting and the indictment with the sentence will be ready. I feel in my loins how I wake up. It will be a wonderful end to an unusual day."
"Like me like you." John replied, "She will get what she deserves. Get the two nailed scourges ready. This will be the first time we use them for breast beatings, and I can already hear her reactions in my mind's ears and see in my mind's eye how her magnificent breasts will respond to the treatment we will give her."
"Wow! Now you've really turned me on. I can feel the hardening. Don't take too long."
"Do not worry." John said and smiled.
I made all the necessary preparations and at the appointed time we both sat down at the green table, and John's two assistants stood her before us, chained to the whipping rig with her eyes covered, her hands raised and chained to the upper part of the rig, her legs spread and her heavy breasts protruding forward by a supporting part behind her back.
At a signal from John one of the assistants removed the covering from her eyes. She blinked her eyes and looked around anxiously.
I will not dwell here on the quick judgment process and the reading of the indictment. After a short consultation, I read the sentence: "The accused was found guilty of the offense attributed to her. We unanimously sentence you to a punishment appropriate to the severity of your actions: fifty lashes with nailed scourges, twenty-five lashes on your breasts and chest, and twenty-five lashes on your back and buttocks. Take the accused to the punishment."
I watched as John's assistants pushed the rig toward the next room. The whole time of the trial I was engrossed in reflections on the pleasure that awaits us when we expose her large breasts and begin the punishment.
As usual, removing her shirt and bra and exposing her breasts again filled us with erotic pleasure, a continuation of the wonderful morning we spent in Kristin's company.
She protested desperately. We did not answer her, but we enjoyed hearing her voice and already imagined in our minds how in a little while her protests would be replaced by screams of pain, cries, wails and pleas.
John brought the two giant syringes with the hardening fluid mixed with measured amounts of fire ant venom. I cleaned her breasts with gauze soaked in alcohol. She looked with ghastliness at the huge syringe that contained a whole liter of burning liquid. As I brought him it closer to her left breast, she started screaming hysterically: "No, no, you can't! Don't touch me! Mom!"
I smiled and stuck the needle deep into her left breast. I injected the first dose and enjoyed hearing her pain screaming: "Aey! It burns! It hurts! Take it out! Mom!"
I pulled out the needle and stuck it in another part of her breast. Every scream sent a shiver of pleasure through my flesh. Another stab and another stab. The syringe was getting empty and her cries were skyrocketing. I watched John as he injected the contents of the second syringe into her right breast.
Both her breasts were now swollen and protruding up with their skin taut and her swollen nipples standing on them like towers.
The big moment has finally arrived. I swung the spiked whip and whipped with all my might diagonally across both of her breasts. The scourge plowed through the flesh of her breasts and tore it. Already in the first blow, her skin began to bleed despite the hardening material. Her cries of pain did not stop for a moment. John swung his scourge and with the first blow he left a deep cut in her right nipple. In the next blow I also managed to cut her other nipple in a similar way. Another whipping and another whipping. Her whole body trembled with pain and her face showed her agony. She screamed with all her might, crying and begging us to stop. After twenty-five lashes, there was nothing left of her two magnificent breasts but bloody pulp. We used the bleached spoon to cause her blood to clot and after a short rest we turned to treat her back and buttocks.
What a great day!
"But it would have caused her excruciating agony." I protested, "I hurt her a lot anyway."
"I'm afraid we'll have to do it again, otherwise the treatment won't be effective enough."
Kristin, who anxiously followed the exchange between us, screamed: "No, no! You can't do this to me again! Mom!"
"Don't be afraid." I reassured her "Whatever happened, happened. We will not repeat the treatment."
"You seriously don't intend to repeat the treatment with the other brush?" I turned to Dr. Jones, “She has suffered enough. I have a video of the whole process here. Come and see with your own eyes. After you see how much what I did hurt her, you will agree with me that she should be released and that's it."
I showed him clips from the two treatments. This gave us inestimable pleasure. John could now see closely what she had gone through and listen to her screams and desperate pleas, and I myself was happy to watch the expressions of agony on her face and to hear again the terrible screams of pain that came out of her mouth, all while she herself was present and watched the horrible spectacle.
"Yes," said Dr. Jones at the end of the screening, "I tend to agree with you. It would be very cruel to repeat the treatment after what she went through. You know what, we'll go to Dr. Mon with the films and consult with him."
"Dr. Mon," he explained to Kristin, "is the head of the department. I'm sure after he sees the movie, he'll allow us to let you go home."
We left the room and a quarter of an hour later, which must have seemed like an eternity in her eyes, we returned to the room.
"I'm very sorry." I told her, "We tried our best to convince Dr. Mon that no further treatment was necessary. He was almost convinced, but in the end made a difficult decision to repeat the brush treatment the right way. Dr. Johnson, who has more experience than me, will perform the repeat treatment. I'm very sorry."
Kristin's hysterical reaction was an unforgettable sight. Days later we would remember it and feel again and again the erotic pleasure we felt hearing her screams: "No! No! You can't! I can't go through this again! It hurt me so much. Enough! Enough! Let me go."
Then John started the treatment. It was pure pleasure to watch him insert the dreaded brush into her vagina and turn it on. The brush began to move back and forth deep inside her vagina. The tip of the brush reached the opening of the uterus. John pressed the spin button. The terrible brush began to spin at first slowly and then at an ever-increasing rate until it settled at ten revolutions per second. From the screams of agony that emanated from her mouth I could guess what excruciating agony the stiff bristles scratching the sides of her vagina caused her. Her face contorted with pain testified to this as a thousand witnesses. The process lasted fifteen minutes. A quarter of an hour in which I felt I was almost going to explode with erotic lust. Finally, John stopped the brush and pulled it out of her vagina. A strong stream of blood burst from the tortured vagina. John used a white-hot device to cauterize the wounds and stop the bleeding, which caused her to break out in horrible screams.
Then when it seemed to our patient that everything was behind her, John took out from the treasure drawer a terrible pin-like tube that was 5.5 cm in diameter, two cm more than the previous tube.
"I'm very sorry," he told her, "But according to Dr. Mon's instructions, I will also have to repeat the second treatment, this time with a more suitable tool. The needles are 7 mm long and this is to ensure that the injected substance reaches the abdominal cavity and not just the vaginal walls, and the substance we will use will be much stronger, and I assume that for you the pain it will cause you will be much stronger."
And if I thought that I had already reached the peak, now at the sight of the terrible tool that John inserted into her vagina and that the very insertion caused her severe agony and the sound of the screams, the shouts, the sobs and the pleas that came out of her mouth as the needles penetrated one after the other into the walls of her vagina and later her hysterical reactions when the burning and caustic substances penetrated her, all these brought me to new heights of pleasure.
* * *
When we finished treating Kristin's vagina, we were both John and myself in the clouds. We derived incomparable pleasure from the medical treatments we gave her and felt that we exhausted her to the fullest. It was already two in the afternoon. We left her tied to the chair to treat her breasts later. We had a good meal and went to rest and gain strength. When we got up from our sleep, the sun was already in the bottom of the sky. We felt refreshed and full of energy.
"I want to end this wonderful day" I said to John "with a grand finale. Instead of syringes and devices I just want to punish someone with a serious whipping."
"No problem. I feel just like you." John said, "I have Eleanor in stock. A woman with a magnificent bosom that you, and frankly I too, would love to punish severely. She was staying at one of our hotels and was splashing money left and right. Her plump bosom immediately caught my attention, so I hurried to scan her mind on the very first evening. Then I did a brief investigation. Her story is that just a short time ago she was released from custody on technical grounds and for lack of evidence, after intentionally running over her husband. She went on vacation to celebrate her release with the insurance money left to her by her late husband. It was clear to all that she is not innocent, but her lawyer was able to get her acquitted beyond the reasonable doubt. I think she is a classic case suitable for our social justice association. Go organize the green table and get the charge and sentence on the record. I'll see to it in the meantime that I wake her up and bring her before the court. We will use the flogging frame directly and will not have to move her from the special chair.
"Magnificent." I told him, "Within fifteen minutes the setting and the indictment with the sentence will be ready. I feel in my loins how I wake up. It will be a wonderful end to an unusual day."
"Like me like you." John replied, "She will get what she deserves. Get the two nailed scourges ready. This will be the first time we use them for breast beatings, and I can already hear her reactions in my mind's ears and see in my mind's eye how her magnificent breasts will respond to the treatment we will give her."
"Wow! Now you've really turned me on. I can feel the hardening. Don't take too long."
"Do not worry." John said and smiled.
I made all the necessary preparations and at the appointed time we both sat down at the green table, and John's two assistants stood her before us, chained to the whipping rig with her eyes covered, her hands raised and chained to the upper part of the rig, her legs spread and her heavy breasts protruding forward by a supporting part behind her back.
At a signal from John one of the assistants removed the covering from her eyes. She blinked her eyes and looked around anxiously.
I will not dwell here on the quick judgment process and the reading of the indictment. After a short consultation, I read the sentence: "The accused was found guilty of the offense attributed to her. We unanimously sentence you to a punishment appropriate to the severity of your actions: fifty lashes with nailed scourges, twenty-five lashes on your breasts and chest, and twenty-five lashes on your back and buttocks. Take the accused to the punishment."
I watched as John's assistants pushed the rig toward the next room. The whole time of the trial I was engrossed in reflections on the pleasure that awaits us when we expose her large breasts and begin the punishment.
As usual, removing her shirt and bra and exposing her breasts again filled us with erotic pleasure, a continuation of the wonderful morning we spent in Kristin's company.
She protested desperately. We did not answer her, but we enjoyed hearing her voice and already imagined in our minds how in a little while her protests would be replaced by screams of pain, cries, wails and pleas.
John brought the two giant syringes with the hardening fluid mixed with measured amounts of fire ant venom. I cleaned her breasts with gauze soaked in alcohol. She looked with ghastliness at the huge syringe that contained a whole liter of burning liquid. As I brought him it closer to her left breast, she started screaming hysterically: "No, no, you can't! Don't touch me! Mom!"
I smiled and stuck the needle deep into her left breast. I injected the first dose and enjoyed hearing her pain screaming: "Aey! It burns! It hurts! Take it out! Mom!"
I pulled out the needle and stuck it in another part of her breast. Every scream sent a shiver of pleasure through my flesh. Another stab and another stab. The syringe was getting empty and her cries were skyrocketing. I watched John as he injected the contents of the second syringe into her right breast.
Both her breasts were now swollen and protruding up with their skin taut and her swollen nipples standing on them like towers.
The big moment has finally arrived. I swung the spiked whip and whipped with all my might diagonally across both of her breasts. The scourge plowed through the flesh of her breasts and tore it. Already in the first blow, her skin began to bleed despite the hardening material. Her cries of pain did not stop for a moment. John swung his scourge and with the first blow he left a deep cut in her right nipple. In the next blow I also managed to cut her other nipple in a similar way. Another whipping and another whipping. Her whole body trembled with pain and her face showed her agony. She screamed with all her might, crying and begging us to stop. After twenty-five lashes, there was nothing left of her two magnificent breasts but bloody pulp. We used the bleached spoon to cause her blood to clot and after a short rest we turned to treat her back and buttocks.
What a great day!
Birch4females
Governor
Amazing story!
Stungiskhan
Magistrate
I have one story which continues this medical trend. Most of the torture is hidden on never written part, but those who have any imagination can understand that whipping was very severe. There are some interesting whipping happening, especially for those with similar taste as mine, but major part of the story is used to build the character and her state of mind. There should be some juicy bits for those who get kicks from embarrassing medical exams.
When I wrote this and get it to this point, I had that common feeling that no need to whip a dead horse. Sometimes the painted image is better than words that can be put together to describe it. It may not be same for others than writer itself, so who knows if there will be more.
Let me know if you think this type of medical exams should be made mandatory.
Medical exam
Young Asian looking woman stepped into doctor's office. She looked nervous, and she had a red blush on her face. It got much worse when she noticed that the doctor was hansom looking male about his 30s.
“Hello! I’m Dr. Frankenstein. I’m going to perform your medical exam today. Don’t be afraid of the name, it just happens to run in my family. I’m not going to cut you into pieces.”
The blush just deepened in woman’s face, and she stopped on her steps, still holding the door open.
"I assume you received your letter, did the nurse prepare you and explained the procedure? If you have some questions, don’t hesitate to ask."
Still hesitating, the woman closed the door and stepped little further, but didn’t sit down.
“Yes, I met the nurse. She said I’d have to take my clothes off during the exam and then she sha…, I mean used a razor on me. Based on the letter, I thought this was just some sort of training I need to pass. When the nurse told there was a physical exam too, I assumed the doctor would be a woman.”
“We have both male or female doctors, but most females prefer males in these type of exams. It may feel more natural. If you still want a woman to do the examination, you can of course book a new time. We have quite heavy backlog, so it takes something between four and six months to get a new appointment. Unfortunately you also have to pay for this one since you didn’t cancel it in time.
The government pays it just one time. This is very thorough exam, and we have three hour booking, so costs are around €700.”
The woman went pale same time she blushed, looking incredibly cute. Then she sobbed:
“Bu… but, I’m student, I don’t have that kind of money. My boyfriend and I are planning to have…, do it. I don’t think he’s willing to wait half years more.”
“Sounds, we better proceed now. I can assure I’m a professional and I do this all the time. You have nothing to be ashamed of, I have seen it all. I understand that this type of examinations can sometimes feel embarrassing, but it’s for your own good and since beginning of the last year, mandatory by the law.
You should already know all of this, because it was in the letter, but I’ll explain in a case you have missed something.
There has been too many sex related problems and diseases, which have become very expensive for the society. Preventive actions are much better and cost-effective solution. Now as you have turned 18, traditional legal age for sexual relationships, we just check everything is good to go, so to speak. It is done as much in physical as well as mental point of view.
We have learned that age itself don’t guarantee knowledge and responsibility. Once you pass this test, I sign a document which gives you an official right to have sex. Without that, you and you partner can be subjected to legal prosecution, similar of having sex with minors.
We can start with the psychological part of the test. I basically make you some questions, and you have to answer them honestly. If I find out you are lying, I can’t sign the document. You must understand I have to put my reputation on this. You don’t have to decide yet if you go with the physical, but at least we could get part of this done now.”
Still hesitating, the woman stepped forward and sit down on the chair.
“Ok, I try to be honest, but you must understand I’m nervous. We don’t talk about these things in my country and I have been here only few years. Our culture is very much different.”
“Yes, I understand you really well you almost already answered the first question, but let’s do this in official way. I remind you that everything here is strictly confidential, and your answers don’t go into records. Only the psychological profile will be accessible for those who have permission to do so. If something illegal comes up in your answers, for you or any other involved persons don’t face legal charges. It’s still very important to know. For example, it's still quite common that some people have sex before getting legal permission, it is safe to say if you have done it.
Here comes the first question. Based on your papers, you are born in Cambodia and you have moved here two years ago to study, and you live with your uncle who have a citizenship, is this correct?”
-Yes it is
“Good. Then the first actual question, How old you were when your periods started?”
-I was eleven
“Did anyone told you what periods are and why they happened?”
-Not before, but my mother explained afterward and briefly tought me what to do.
“Okay, that was a next question, I'll mark it done. Did your mother or someone else told you about sex and sexual feelings or did you have to figure it out by yourself?”
-No, she didn’t. I already told you that in my country, we don’t talk about these things. It’s husband’s duty after we get married. I learned about sex after I moved here.
“Good. That was again two questions at the time. Next, how old you were when you started to masturbate?”
Now the woman went silent and the red hue returned to her face.
“Please answer? You’ll have a hard time convincing me that you have never done it!”
-I… I was fifteen, I did it once. It’s considered highly immoral in my country. After I moved here, I have done it few times more.
“Ok, there’s a question how often you masturbate. Options are several times per day, daily, several times per week, few times per month or less than once per month. I assume it’s the last one?”
-Yes, more frequently after I met my boyfriend but not more than once per month.
“Have you been told about sex related diseases and how to avoid them?”
-Yes, my friends have told something and I have read from internet.
“That’s not enough, so I have to assign you to a special course. It’s not big deal. They are free and takes only one weekend of your time. Now have anyone touch you improperly on your genital area or made you feel uncomfortable by touching any other way?”
-No
“Good. Do you remember having any dreams about people touching you that way?”
-No
"Have you had sex, or willingly let someone touch your genitals?"
-No
"Have you ever touched someone else genitals?"
-No
"Congratulations, you have done well. We have only one main area to cover. Just for your knowledge, system says you have 99.8% change to be completely honest. That’s exceptionally high score and the system is very accurate. It uses cameras and voice analysis to know when a person is lying. Just continue same way and we get this done in no time."
"I can see Cambodia have long traditions with corporal punishments, and it’s one of the few countries where it’s still widely practiced. Have you been subjected to such punishments, if yes, where and how many times? If there’s many, just tell a rough number."
Again the red hue in women’s face deepened, and she seemed to gathering her thoughts before answering.
-I have been spanked by my parents and caned in a school. We were allowed to keep our panties on, but punishments were public and also boys were allowed to watch. For us, showing our panties are at least as bad as for girls being fully naked here. When my mother spanked me, she sometimes made me pull down my panties and spanked me bare. It was embarrassing but not that much, since she was my mother. If I had done something really terrible, she used a cane or a strap. Punishments were quite common, maybe once per week, but more severe ones maybe about few times per year.
“How would you describe what you felt when being spanked as a kid?”
-I was afraid, sometimes in panic and I truly regretted what I had done. I was also afraid my mother, because she was the one who punished me.
“What about later, let’s say in your later teens, did it make you feel different?”
-It was different in school, mostly humiliating. It did hurt, of course, but for us, it was the matter of honor not to show our pain. By not doing so, it didn't hurt as much either. Sometimes when looking from the mirror, I was shocked how bad the welts were compared how it has felt. Mothers punishments did hurt, because she always spanked me long enough to brake my will. I also felt genuinely bad for deserving the punishment from her.
“Have you ever felt sexual arousal during your punishments or did have fantasies about them?”
Totally new level of red blush spread on woman’s face and then the computer made some beeping sound.
“Don’t mind that. It’s an indication of lying. Sometimes it reacts like that if the person is thinking difficult things. Just take your time and be honest.”
There were a lot of blushing and squirming and her face became completely red.
-Do we really have to talk about this? This is so embarrassing to me. I have never talked, even for my mother or my friends.
“Yes, this is very important, but we can finish this after the physical part. Sometimes it’s easier then. Based on what I have heard so far, I’m afraid you might have some issues. Most of them can be corrected, but diagnosis should be done as soon as possible, so the corrective actions could take a place. So, how it is? Do we continue or do you want to book another time? You must also redo your psychological part if we don't finish it now.”
When I wrote this and get it to this point, I had that common feeling that no need to whip a dead horse. Sometimes the painted image is better than words that can be put together to describe it. It may not be same for others than writer itself, so who knows if there will be more.
Let me know if you think this type of medical exams should be made mandatory.
Medical exam
Young Asian looking woman stepped into doctor's office. She looked nervous, and she had a red blush on her face. It got much worse when she noticed that the doctor was hansom looking male about his 30s.
“Hello! I’m Dr. Frankenstein. I’m going to perform your medical exam today. Don’t be afraid of the name, it just happens to run in my family. I’m not going to cut you into pieces.”
The blush just deepened in woman’s face, and she stopped on her steps, still holding the door open.
"I assume you received your letter, did the nurse prepare you and explained the procedure? If you have some questions, don’t hesitate to ask."
Still hesitating, the woman closed the door and stepped little further, but didn’t sit down.
“Yes, I met the nurse. She said I’d have to take my clothes off during the exam and then she sha…, I mean used a razor on me. Based on the letter, I thought this was just some sort of training I need to pass. When the nurse told there was a physical exam too, I assumed the doctor would be a woman.”
“We have both male or female doctors, but most females prefer males in these type of exams. It may feel more natural. If you still want a woman to do the examination, you can of course book a new time. We have quite heavy backlog, so it takes something between four and six months to get a new appointment. Unfortunately you also have to pay for this one since you didn’t cancel it in time.
The government pays it just one time. This is very thorough exam, and we have three hour booking, so costs are around €700.”
The woman went pale same time she blushed, looking incredibly cute. Then she sobbed:
“Bu… but, I’m student, I don’t have that kind of money. My boyfriend and I are planning to have…, do it. I don’t think he’s willing to wait half years more.”
“Sounds, we better proceed now. I can assure I’m a professional and I do this all the time. You have nothing to be ashamed of, I have seen it all. I understand that this type of examinations can sometimes feel embarrassing, but it’s for your own good and since beginning of the last year, mandatory by the law.
You should already know all of this, because it was in the letter, but I’ll explain in a case you have missed something.
There has been too many sex related problems and diseases, which have become very expensive for the society. Preventive actions are much better and cost-effective solution. Now as you have turned 18, traditional legal age for sexual relationships, we just check everything is good to go, so to speak. It is done as much in physical as well as mental point of view.
We have learned that age itself don’t guarantee knowledge and responsibility. Once you pass this test, I sign a document which gives you an official right to have sex. Without that, you and you partner can be subjected to legal prosecution, similar of having sex with minors.
We can start with the psychological part of the test. I basically make you some questions, and you have to answer them honestly. If I find out you are lying, I can’t sign the document. You must understand I have to put my reputation on this. You don’t have to decide yet if you go with the physical, but at least we could get part of this done now.”
Still hesitating, the woman stepped forward and sit down on the chair.
“Ok, I try to be honest, but you must understand I’m nervous. We don’t talk about these things in my country and I have been here only few years. Our culture is very much different.”
“Yes, I understand you really well you almost already answered the first question, but let’s do this in official way. I remind you that everything here is strictly confidential, and your answers don’t go into records. Only the psychological profile will be accessible for those who have permission to do so. If something illegal comes up in your answers, for you or any other involved persons don’t face legal charges. It’s still very important to know. For example, it's still quite common that some people have sex before getting legal permission, it is safe to say if you have done it.
Here comes the first question. Based on your papers, you are born in Cambodia and you have moved here two years ago to study, and you live with your uncle who have a citizenship, is this correct?”
-Yes it is
“Good. Then the first actual question, How old you were when your periods started?”
-I was eleven
“Did anyone told you what periods are and why they happened?”
-Not before, but my mother explained afterward and briefly tought me what to do.
“Okay, that was a next question, I'll mark it done. Did your mother or someone else told you about sex and sexual feelings or did you have to figure it out by yourself?”
-No, she didn’t. I already told you that in my country, we don’t talk about these things. It’s husband’s duty after we get married. I learned about sex after I moved here.
“Good. That was again two questions at the time. Next, how old you were when you started to masturbate?”
Now the woman went silent and the red hue returned to her face.
“Please answer? You’ll have a hard time convincing me that you have never done it!”
-I… I was fifteen, I did it once. It’s considered highly immoral in my country. After I moved here, I have done it few times more.
“Ok, there’s a question how often you masturbate. Options are several times per day, daily, several times per week, few times per month or less than once per month. I assume it’s the last one?”
-Yes, more frequently after I met my boyfriend but not more than once per month.
“Have you been told about sex related diseases and how to avoid them?”
-Yes, my friends have told something and I have read from internet.
“That’s not enough, so I have to assign you to a special course. It’s not big deal. They are free and takes only one weekend of your time. Now have anyone touch you improperly on your genital area or made you feel uncomfortable by touching any other way?”
-No
“Good. Do you remember having any dreams about people touching you that way?”
-No
"Have you had sex, or willingly let someone touch your genitals?"
-No
"Have you ever touched someone else genitals?"
-No
"Congratulations, you have done well. We have only one main area to cover. Just for your knowledge, system says you have 99.8% change to be completely honest. That’s exceptionally high score and the system is very accurate. It uses cameras and voice analysis to know when a person is lying. Just continue same way and we get this done in no time."
"I can see Cambodia have long traditions with corporal punishments, and it’s one of the few countries where it’s still widely practiced. Have you been subjected to such punishments, if yes, where and how many times? If there’s many, just tell a rough number."
Again the red hue in women’s face deepened, and she seemed to gathering her thoughts before answering.
-I have been spanked by my parents and caned in a school. We were allowed to keep our panties on, but punishments were public and also boys were allowed to watch. For us, showing our panties are at least as bad as for girls being fully naked here. When my mother spanked me, she sometimes made me pull down my panties and spanked me bare. It was embarrassing but not that much, since she was my mother. If I had done something really terrible, she used a cane or a strap. Punishments were quite common, maybe once per week, but more severe ones maybe about few times per year.
“How would you describe what you felt when being spanked as a kid?”
-I was afraid, sometimes in panic and I truly regretted what I had done. I was also afraid my mother, because she was the one who punished me.
“What about later, let’s say in your later teens, did it make you feel different?”
-It was different in school, mostly humiliating. It did hurt, of course, but for us, it was the matter of honor not to show our pain. By not doing so, it didn't hurt as much either. Sometimes when looking from the mirror, I was shocked how bad the welts were compared how it has felt. Mothers punishments did hurt, because she always spanked me long enough to brake my will. I also felt genuinely bad for deserving the punishment from her.
“Have you ever felt sexual arousal during your punishments or did have fantasies about them?”
Totally new level of red blush spread on woman’s face and then the computer made some beeping sound.
“Don’t mind that. It’s an indication of lying. Sometimes it reacts like that if the person is thinking difficult things. Just take your time and be honest.”
There were a lot of blushing and squirming and her face became completely red.
-Do we really have to talk about this? This is so embarrassing to me. I have never talked, even for my mother or my friends.
“Yes, this is very important, but we can finish this after the physical part. Sometimes it’s easier then. Based on what I have heard so far, I’m afraid you might have some issues. Most of them can be corrected, but diagnosis should be done as soon as possible, so the corrective actions could take a place. So, how it is? Do we continue or do you want to book another time? You must also redo your psychological part if we don't finish it now.”
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Stungiskhan
Magistrate
The doctor saw the woman already giving up, but she still asked some questions.
-What is in the exam, what I need to do?
“You have to of course take of your clothes and lay down on the examination table. I take a quick look over your body searching for any anomalies and doing basic classification. It’s used for statistical purposes. I also check your breast for lumps or other possible problems. Last I check your genital health, basically testing that everything is normal.”
The woman was thinking quite while and then said:
-I think it’s better to do right now. You seem very professional, so I guess it’s just my own embarrassment and precautions I have to conquer.
“Good choice. There’s lavatory behind that door, I recommend using it. Some instruments can cause pressure in your bladder. You can leave your clothes there, you don’t need them during the exam.”
It took a while before there were sounds of peeing. Then she used a bidet shower to clean herself. For an obvious reason, the doctor thought by himself, since he had seen the signs of arousal on her face. Especially after he mentioned sexual fantasies and corporal punishment.
The woman looked very shy and was covering herself when she came out. First the doctor made her lean on the wall standing straight and measured her height.
"153.6 cm, height is below average but still in common range for Asian ethnicity," he stated on the voice recorder.
Then he put her on the scale and took the measure.
"Weight is 43 kg, at the lower end of the curve for her height, but the body overly looks healthy."
"Low on the body fat, except on breast and buttocks, but the muscular structure is well-developed"
Then he pointed her on the examination table and asked her to lay face down and started the exam.
“Neck normal, no swelling on glans, shoulders straight, arms thin but force response good, overall appearance athletic and fit. Spine straight, no protrusions but bone structure overly visible. Back muscles well-developed, so they should protect the spine from impacts and rubbing when laying on her back."
He kept small brake and took his time to check the next area.
"Buttocks round and firm. Overall fat thickness between one and two centimeters. Symmetrical shape, no lumps. Wide hips, thighs remain parted when knees are held together. Thick labia major, well-defined genital crease. Private parts visible from behind also in a legs closed position. Labia minor and clitoris are prominent and projecting out from the crease. Part of the inner clitoral tissue is visible and not protected by the clitoral hood. If this is normal situation, it can expose thin membranes for rubbing and increase the risk of infections, but there are also signs of vaginal lubrication, so it might be just a cause from sexual arousal. Need to be confirmed later."
Again small brake, and some thinking.
"Body structure favors penetration from behind, but her small size is an indication from possible problems with large sized males. Vaginal depth must be measured to determine if there’s increased possibility for injuries.”
Then the doctor put on a rubber glove, lubricated it and pushed it in her rectum. The girl yelped and squirmed a little and then much more as the finger reached a certain spot.
“Rectal passage very tight, strong spinster resistance, not recommended for penetration before trained with smaller objects. Anal G-spot very responsive indicating, anal toys can be used to increase sexual pleasure. No marks from hemorrhoids or polyps."
The doctor made some writing on his computer.
"We are done with your backside, please turn around and we do the same on your front!”
As the woman turned around, her face was completely red and full of embarrassment. She didn’t say anything, though, but did what the doctor has told her to do. One who can read women well could have claimed that under her embarrassment and inhibitions, she had enjoyed the examination so far.
"Hair black, pretty and symmetrical face with no birth-marks, scars or deformations. Eyes black and lips brownish."
The doctor took a breast cup template to define overall size of her tits and put it on the record.
“Breast loose C but bigger than B, firm, no sagging. Quite large for her size and weight. No lumps or moles, nipples in erect state, which supports earlier hypotheses about sexual arousal. Waist thin and abdominal muscles visible. Pubic mound is prominent with labia minor and clitoris also visible from the front. Thighs thin but like hands, can resist applied force quite well. Knee joint is not straight, which can cause problems in older age, but this is normal for women who have wide hips. Shins normal, feet normal.”
The doctor turned to look a woman and while her embarrassment wasn’t as bad as after her rectal exam, her face was still blushed, and she was breathing hard.
“OK, that was it, nothing too bad I assume. At least you are still alive.”
That was a joke that the doctor frequently used to lighten up the tension, while it didn’t work as well as it sometimes does.
“Now we move to more detailed examination on your genital area. Some procedures can cause a bit of discomfort, but just relax. There’s nothing a woman shouldn’t be able to handle or even learn to like. There can, and there should be some bodily responses. They are natural and nothing to be ashamed on. That’s why these examinations are done, to find out if everything is as they should. I start with internal examination, and then we move to external parts. Could you raise your legs and put them into stirrups.”
The woman hesitated, but finally did what was told. She closed her eyes to avoid her shame as she felt herself open up.
She opened her eyes again in a shock as she felt her legs being tied into stirrups with wide Velcro straps.
-What do you do? Why are you tying me down?
"It’s a normal procedure and done for your own safety. I have to penetrate your cervix to check out your womb and your ovaries. It may fee uncomfortable, and you may cause some damage to yourself with sudden movements. It’s also easier to stay relaxed when you don’t have to concentrate on staying still. I put one strap over your hips too, so you can’t move at all."
The doctor could sense the distress from a young woman, but that was nothing uncommon, so he tied her up tightly and continued the exam by spreading her labia and her vagina with his fingers.
"I can see you are still a virgin. I can do the examination without breaking your hymen if you want. It’s more complicated and may hurt a bit more but can be done. Nowadays, girls usually don’t have their hymen intact when they have sex first time. Penetrative toys are used on masturbation. Braking the hymen beforehand makes the first sex experience more enjoyable and also safe from medical point of view."
-Please, don’t brake it. I have said my boyfriend I’m still virgin and I’d feel I’ve been lying if I'm not.
"Okay. I then use a camera mounted on a rigid shaft for an internal exam. It's a bit thicker than a one I'd use if I spread your vagina open, but it should fit in with a decent push. Once it's in, I have to use some level of force to get it into right angles and right places. It may cause certain level of pain. The shaft can also touch your most intimate parts, like clitoris, but I avoid it as much as possible."
The woman looked mortified, but she had already passed the point of complaining. It would only increase the time in this humiliating position and made her more aware of everything embarrassing.
-Just do it, she said and closed her eyes
When she felt a cold object touching her vagina, she laid a look on the object that was about to penetrate her. The shaft was curved piece of solid metal and about as thick as a pencil. The camera wasn’t that big either. It was round and about one centimeter in diameter. She was relieved by the size and tried to relax. The sensation was kind of pleasurable as it slid in.
"Single round hymen entrance, quite narrow. Healthy amount of vaginal lubricant. Mucus is clear, no abnormal smells. Vaginal walls pink, overall surface is smooth and shiny. Vaginal G-spot detectable on camera, looks there are some level of swelling which is normal during arousal."
Woman’s body stiffened, and she gasped from intense sensations. They caught her by surprise and for a moment, she didn’t know if it was pain or what, but she knew she’d have peed herself if not using lavatory recently. The doctor continued poking that same spot with the camera, sending weird tingling sparks all over her body.
“Strong response on pressure and stimulation. Whole body orgasms highly possible from G-spot stimulation.”
Next the woman felt stings of pain on the bottom of her vagina. The camera was pressing there with quite high force.
“Vaginal depth from the entrance to the cervix at the resting position under 5 cm. Without applying force, only 3 cm. Size indicates possible problems in vaginal penetration with partners who have large penises.”
A short scream from the woman was heard as the instrument continued to next chamber. She felt like something being ripped apart as the camera was forcefully pushed through the tight spot.
“Cervix entrance tight, internal structures look normal.”
Next part was causing the greatest discomfort so far as the doctor rotated the camera inside her cervix and the womb. Maybe the worst part besides the internal pain was the stimulation she got on her clitoris. As the doctor rotated the curved shaft side to side, it slid over her hard and erect clitoris, almost crushing it against her pubic bone over and over again. The mixture of pain and weird sensation’s dominated her mind leaving her panting and shaking when the doctor finally pulled the instrument out.
"Cervix cavity and the uterus are normal, and they behave well under the stretch. Both ovarian entrances look normal."
Doctor stated on the recorder.
"Congratulations, you look like a healthy young woman and there are no physical reasons to prevent you from having sex. Your small size can cause problems at first, but your body will probably adapt over time. I'll make the external examination now and after that, I measure the size of your vagina again, but with different method which better correspond real situation. You don't have to find a man with 5 cm penis. You'll stretch up as your arousal increases and your body reacts on the intercourse. Still you are much smaller than average. You can take a breath now because the uncomfortable part is over."
The woman was allowed to rest, and she became well aware of the throbbing and tingling on her clitoris and the clean sticky substance which was dripping from her vagina. She was so surprised from the change in her own attitude. Just a moment ago, she had been terrified by the need of taking her bra and panties off but now, stopping this examination was the least thing she wanted. She was still very embarrassed but started to like the feeling.
While she was resting, the doctor has gathered several instruments to be ready to used. Some of them, again, spread the new blush on her face.
“I’m now going to test the sensitivity of your external genitalia to find some possible underlying problems. Gathered information can teach you the best ways to practice sex. Some women may for example feel pain from things they shouldn’t, and they may try to withstand it too long, while there could be alternative ways. Try to react as naturally as possible. Don’t try to hide your reaction but don’t also react when you think you should but don’t feel anything.”
This was the part of the examination which took very long time. The doctor was very thorough of trying many various instruments on all parts of her genitals and of course on her nipples. They were tickled with feathers, touched and rubbed with different objects, with or without lubrication. They were exposed for hot and cold and slightly poked with sharp sticks and needles. Even small rubber bands were used to cause slight sharp pain. The doctor practically kept the young woman in a verge of orgasm over an hour making her gasp and moan, and her body covered with sweat.
"Congratulations, you are overly very healthy and exceptionally responsive a sexual woman. You can expect great experiences with your partners. Your response in almost all categories were at the high end, which is very uncommon especially considering how inexperienced you are. Usually these things takes some time and practice to develop.
Now we have one last part of this physical exam, and then we can finish the psychological section. You already seem much more relaxed, so I don’t think it’s going to cause any problems.
I’ll now untie you and measure your vaginal depth again. I must ask you to go all on your fours into examination table. Then I insert a small probe with inflatable tube inside your vagina. I then increase the pressure, and you must tell me when it starts to hurt. Then I take measurements and again increase the pressure until the pain gets too high. Then we get overall size which fits into you in your current state. While you are quite aroused, dilation is not as strong as during the intercourse. I'd say you can add 30-50% for these numbers. This won't take long, and then you can use the lavatory if you need. We finish the examination in other room."
The woman squirmed and gasped as a sausage shaped balloon inflated inside her. There were jolts of pain and weird sensations but at one point it was clear it hurt.
"35 mm thickness and 7 cm length. Not very much but you can go much further. Try to adapt and relax. With a little practice, you could double that number, at least with length."
The doctor get pumping, and the sweat was pouring from woman's face. She was gasping and struggling until finally she gave up.
-Please stop! It's ripping me apart!
"42 mm and just a bit over 10 cm in length. I have seen much better numbers. These should get you started with most men. Just ask them to be careful."
The woman didn’t feel the need to pee, so she followed the doctor to the other room. It had a heavy steel door, and it was completely dark inside. Only after the door was closed, the doctor lit the lights.
-What is in the exam, what I need to do?
“You have to of course take of your clothes and lay down on the examination table. I take a quick look over your body searching for any anomalies and doing basic classification. It’s used for statistical purposes. I also check your breast for lumps or other possible problems. Last I check your genital health, basically testing that everything is normal.”
The woman was thinking quite while and then said:
-I think it’s better to do right now. You seem very professional, so I guess it’s just my own embarrassment and precautions I have to conquer.
“Good choice. There’s lavatory behind that door, I recommend using it. Some instruments can cause pressure in your bladder. You can leave your clothes there, you don’t need them during the exam.”
It took a while before there were sounds of peeing. Then she used a bidet shower to clean herself. For an obvious reason, the doctor thought by himself, since he had seen the signs of arousal on her face. Especially after he mentioned sexual fantasies and corporal punishment.
The woman looked very shy and was covering herself when she came out. First the doctor made her lean on the wall standing straight and measured her height.
"153.6 cm, height is below average but still in common range for Asian ethnicity," he stated on the voice recorder.
Then he put her on the scale and took the measure.
"Weight is 43 kg, at the lower end of the curve for her height, but the body overly looks healthy."
"Low on the body fat, except on breast and buttocks, but the muscular structure is well-developed"
Then he pointed her on the examination table and asked her to lay face down and started the exam.
“Neck normal, no swelling on glans, shoulders straight, arms thin but force response good, overall appearance athletic and fit. Spine straight, no protrusions but bone structure overly visible. Back muscles well-developed, so they should protect the spine from impacts and rubbing when laying on her back."
He kept small brake and took his time to check the next area.
"Buttocks round and firm. Overall fat thickness between one and two centimeters. Symmetrical shape, no lumps. Wide hips, thighs remain parted when knees are held together. Thick labia major, well-defined genital crease. Private parts visible from behind also in a legs closed position. Labia minor and clitoris are prominent and projecting out from the crease. Part of the inner clitoral tissue is visible and not protected by the clitoral hood. If this is normal situation, it can expose thin membranes for rubbing and increase the risk of infections, but there are also signs of vaginal lubrication, so it might be just a cause from sexual arousal. Need to be confirmed later."
Again small brake, and some thinking.
"Body structure favors penetration from behind, but her small size is an indication from possible problems with large sized males. Vaginal depth must be measured to determine if there’s increased possibility for injuries.”
Then the doctor put on a rubber glove, lubricated it and pushed it in her rectum. The girl yelped and squirmed a little and then much more as the finger reached a certain spot.
“Rectal passage very tight, strong spinster resistance, not recommended for penetration before trained with smaller objects. Anal G-spot very responsive indicating, anal toys can be used to increase sexual pleasure. No marks from hemorrhoids or polyps."
The doctor made some writing on his computer.
"We are done with your backside, please turn around and we do the same on your front!”
As the woman turned around, her face was completely red and full of embarrassment. She didn’t say anything, though, but did what the doctor has told her to do. One who can read women well could have claimed that under her embarrassment and inhibitions, she had enjoyed the examination so far.
"Hair black, pretty and symmetrical face with no birth-marks, scars or deformations. Eyes black and lips brownish."
The doctor took a breast cup template to define overall size of her tits and put it on the record.
“Breast loose C but bigger than B, firm, no sagging. Quite large for her size and weight. No lumps or moles, nipples in erect state, which supports earlier hypotheses about sexual arousal. Waist thin and abdominal muscles visible. Pubic mound is prominent with labia minor and clitoris also visible from the front. Thighs thin but like hands, can resist applied force quite well. Knee joint is not straight, which can cause problems in older age, but this is normal for women who have wide hips. Shins normal, feet normal.”
The doctor turned to look a woman and while her embarrassment wasn’t as bad as after her rectal exam, her face was still blushed, and she was breathing hard.
“OK, that was it, nothing too bad I assume. At least you are still alive.”
That was a joke that the doctor frequently used to lighten up the tension, while it didn’t work as well as it sometimes does.
“Now we move to more detailed examination on your genital area. Some procedures can cause a bit of discomfort, but just relax. There’s nothing a woman shouldn’t be able to handle or even learn to like. There can, and there should be some bodily responses. They are natural and nothing to be ashamed on. That’s why these examinations are done, to find out if everything is as they should. I start with internal examination, and then we move to external parts. Could you raise your legs and put them into stirrups.”
The woman hesitated, but finally did what was told. She closed her eyes to avoid her shame as she felt herself open up.
She opened her eyes again in a shock as she felt her legs being tied into stirrups with wide Velcro straps.
-What do you do? Why are you tying me down?
"It’s a normal procedure and done for your own safety. I have to penetrate your cervix to check out your womb and your ovaries. It may fee uncomfortable, and you may cause some damage to yourself with sudden movements. It’s also easier to stay relaxed when you don’t have to concentrate on staying still. I put one strap over your hips too, so you can’t move at all."
The doctor could sense the distress from a young woman, but that was nothing uncommon, so he tied her up tightly and continued the exam by spreading her labia and her vagina with his fingers.
"I can see you are still a virgin. I can do the examination without breaking your hymen if you want. It’s more complicated and may hurt a bit more but can be done. Nowadays, girls usually don’t have their hymen intact when they have sex first time. Penetrative toys are used on masturbation. Braking the hymen beforehand makes the first sex experience more enjoyable and also safe from medical point of view."
-Please, don’t brake it. I have said my boyfriend I’m still virgin and I’d feel I’ve been lying if I'm not.
"Okay. I then use a camera mounted on a rigid shaft for an internal exam. It's a bit thicker than a one I'd use if I spread your vagina open, but it should fit in with a decent push. Once it's in, I have to use some level of force to get it into right angles and right places. It may cause certain level of pain. The shaft can also touch your most intimate parts, like clitoris, but I avoid it as much as possible."
The woman looked mortified, but she had already passed the point of complaining. It would only increase the time in this humiliating position and made her more aware of everything embarrassing.
-Just do it, she said and closed her eyes
When she felt a cold object touching her vagina, she laid a look on the object that was about to penetrate her. The shaft was curved piece of solid metal and about as thick as a pencil. The camera wasn’t that big either. It was round and about one centimeter in diameter. She was relieved by the size and tried to relax. The sensation was kind of pleasurable as it slid in.
"Single round hymen entrance, quite narrow. Healthy amount of vaginal lubricant. Mucus is clear, no abnormal smells. Vaginal walls pink, overall surface is smooth and shiny. Vaginal G-spot detectable on camera, looks there are some level of swelling which is normal during arousal."
Woman’s body stiffened, and she gasped from intense sensations. They caught her by surprise and for a moment, she didn’t know if it was pain or what, but she knew she’d have peed herself if not using lavatory recently. The doctor continued poking that same spot with the camera, sending weird tingling sparks all over her body.
“Strong response on pressure and stimulation. Whole body orgasms highly possible from G-spot stimulation.”
Next the woman felt stings of pain on the bottom of her vagina. The camera was pressing there with quite high force.
“Vaginal depth from the entrance to the cervix at the resting position under 5 cm. Without applying force, only 3 cm. Size indicates possible problems in vaginal penetration with partners who have large penises.”
A short scream from the woman was heard as the instrument continued to next chamber. She felt like something being ripped apart as the camera was forcefully pushed through the tight spot.
“Cervix entrance tight, internal structures look normal.”
Next part was causing the greatest discomfort so far as the doctor rotated the camera inside her cervix and the womb. Maybe the worst part besides the internal pain was the stimulation she got on her clitoris. As the doctor rotated the curved shaft side to side, it slid over her hard and erect clitoris, almost crushing it against her pubic bone over and over again. The mixture of pain and weird sensation’s dominated her mind leaving her panting and shaking when the doctor finally pulled the instrument out.
"Cervix cavity and the uterus are normal, and they behave well under the stretch. Both ovarian entrances look normal."
Doctor stated on the recorder.
"Congratulations, you look like a healthy young woman and there are no physical reasons to prevent you from having sex. Your small size can cause problems at first, but your body will probably adapt over time. I'll make the external examination now and after that, I measure the size of your vagina again, but with different method which better correspond real situation. You don't have to find a man with 5 cm penis. You'll stretch up as your arousal increases and your body reacts on the intercourse. Still you are much smaller than average. You can take a breath now because the uncomfortable part is over."
The woman was allowed to rest, and she became well aware of the throbbing and tingling on her clitoris and the clean sticky substance which was dripping from her vagina. She was so surprised from the change in her own attitude. Just a moment ago, she had been terrified by the need of taking her bra and panties off but now, stopping this examination was the least thing she wanted. She was still very embarrassed but started to like the feeling.
While she was resting, the doctor has gathered several instruments to be ready to used. Some of them, again, spread the new blush on her face.
“I’m now going to test the sensitivity of your external genitalia to find some possible underlying problems. Gathered information can teach you the best ways to practice sex. Some women may for example feel pain from things they shouldn’t, and they may try to withstand it too long, while there could be alternative ways. Try to react as naturally as possible. Don’t try to hide your reaction but don’t also react when you think you should but don’t feel anything.”
This was the part of the examination which took very long time. The doctor was very thorough of trying many various instruments on all parts of her genitals and of course on her nipples. They were tickled with feathers, touched and rubbed with different objects, with or without lubrication. They were exposed for hot and cold and slightly poked with sharp sticks and needles. Even small rubber bands were used to cause slight sharp pain. The doctor practically kept the young woman in a verge of orgasm over an hour making her gasp and moan, and her body covered with sweat.
"Congratulations, you are overly very healthy and exceptionally responsive a sexual woman. You can expect great experiences with your partners. Your response in almost all categories were at the high end, which is very uncommon especially considering how inexperienced you are. Usually these things takes some time and practice to develop.
Now we have one last part of this physical exam, and then we can finish the psychological section. You already seem much more relaxed, so I don’t think it’s going to cause any problems.
I’ll now untie you and measure your vaginal depth again. I must ask you to go all on your fours into examination table. Then I insert a small probe with inflatable tube inside your vagina. I then increase the pressure, and you must tell me when it starts to hurt. Then I take measurements and again increase the pressure until the pain gets too high. Then we get overall size which fits into you in your current state. While you are quite aroused, dilation is not as strong as during the intercourse. I'd say you can add 30-50% for these numbers. This won't take long, and then you can use the lavatory if you need. We finish the examination in other room."
The woman squirmed and gasped as a sausage shaped balloon inflated inside her. There were jolts of pain and weird sensations but at one point it was clear it hurt.
"35 mm thickness and 7 cm length. Not very much but you can go much further. Try to adapt and relax. With a little practice, you could double that number, at least with length."
The doctor get pumping, and the sweat was pouring from woman's face. She was gasping and struggling until finally she gave up.
-Please stop! It's ripping me apart!
"42 mm and just a bit over 10 cm in length. I have seen much better numbers. These should get you started with most men. Just ask them to be careful."
The woman didn’t feel the need to pee, so she followed the doctor to the other room. It had a heavy steel door, and it was completely dark inside. Only after the door was closed, the doctor lit the lights.
Stungiskhan
Magistrate
The shock and terror almost knocked her legs out as she saw what was in the room. There were lots of whips and canes, racks and benches and many different torture devices. Same time intense thrill went through her body as she recalled all those corporal punishment fantasies and stories she had read in past few years as well as even more brutal things she had heard being happening in her own country during a Pol Pot's regime.
-What is this? Why we are here? Don’t you tell you are going to use those on me?
"Don’t worry, they are not all needed, usually. We just have to test your pain threshold and ensure you know your safe limits if you choose to enter into BDSM relationship. Based on your profile, you have high tendencies for this kind of activity. Therefore, this is much more important for you than many others. I’ll tie you up on a whipping frame and start with a light three-stranded whip. It hurts, but don’t cut your skin or leave long-lasting welts. You are free to scream and do any other things you wish. You can also beg for mercy, but it changes nothing. I’m professional in this and everything happens based on my judgment. Only when I think we have reached your limits, I’ll stop."
Besides being totally stunned and afraid this young woman felt great sexual attraction towards all these devices. She knew most of them well from the pictures she had found from the Internet.
The doctor showed her the whip he was going to use. It has a handle, about 30 cm in length and three tapered strands made on soft leather. Based on her experiences with the cane and strap, that whip shouldn’t be too bad. She was so far punished only on her buttocks, while she understood that this whip would be used on wider area of her naked body.
One of the whipping frames looked same as those she had seen on pictures from Pol Pot’s torture chambers. She actively searched this topic after she moved from her country and had possibility to do so. She knew that many times innocent women were tortured and whipped with whips, capable of slicing their skin apart. What affected her the most, was the knowledge they were whipped ALL over their naked bodies. The thrilling idea, which have so many nights tempted her to touch herself between her legs, and later on coming to her dreams. So many times she has woken up from her dreams, all sweaty and wet between her legs, with that happening during her sleep, what she didn’t dare to do awake.
Those dreams were like nightmares, but full of sexual pleasure rather than terror. She couldn’t do anything to change what was happening and she really felt her helplessness. Just like in a nightmare where monster is just going to eat you, and you can’t move a finger to stop it.
The dreams were like movie, where she watched everything happen to her, the whip lashing, hearing herself screaming and feeling the lash on her body. It just wasn’t pain but pleasure, usually resulting devastating orgasm.
You could think that innocent and shy young woman could never submit to be whipped naked without forcing her, but she did. She walked to the whipping frame and let herself be tied up.
Her legs and arms were spread apart, and she felt as something cool and sticky was dripping along her thigh.
The doctor started the whipping from her back, moving up and down on her body, sometimes letting the whip curl pretty far to her front.
It was clear from beginning that this woman had a high pain tolerance, and she wasn’t afraid the whip like she was vaginal penetration. Her body just stiffened, and she sucked the air in as the lash hit particularly sensitive spot like her sides below her armpits or on her nipple further up on front. While this whip wasn’t designed to cut or bruise, it was designed to sting. Still it didn’t have noticeable effect on this woman. Couple of small bruises proved that the doctor had already used the whip harder than usual. Many other women have screamed from pain after first lash and become a sobbing shaking mess after a dozen. It was already good way towards second dozen and this one hasn’t screamed or yelped even once.
The doctor had intentionally avoided her buttocks and genital area because he needed to monitor her behavior and arousal. Fast-growing sticky puddle between her legs indicated what this was all about to her.
The next lash was nasty one and brought out small yelp. Not that much from a pain than surprise. It curled around her left buttock and smacked between her legs, imprinting three reddening marks on the inside her thigh. Following squirming indicated it must have really stung there and perhaps making her aware that all areas on woman’s body are not equal, what comes to the pain. Just an inch higher, and even this brave one would have screamed from agony.
It was not time for that yet, since the doctors target was not to punish her but gather as much information about her as possible. First lashes always told the most. There was no exact limit for a number of lashes, but with a whip like this, it could easily go up to a hundred without compromising too much further results. With this woman, there was a need to test many more implements.
She started to whimper and moan around four dozen lashes, but first screams were heard only when her genitals were lashed. She was wiggling her hips, probably trying to get some sexual pleasure from the movement. It wasn’t just the initial thrill which made her aroused but the whipping itself turned her on even more. Saying she was fully soaked don’t tell much, but at the turning point of her whipping, the doctor collected her secretions on the floor. There was total 79ml of it, and it was close to a record.
The second part was aimed to determine whether the lashes to her genital area would turn her off and how much pain she could tolerate on that part of her body.
While she screamed and cried and trashed her body all over, it became clear that this whip wouldn’t be enough for the job. The puddle grew faster than before and her clitoris throbbed visibly after each lash. It had grown during the whipping, but first lashes really made the difference. The shiny tip which was barely visible at beginning was now size of a finger and completely red. Part of it, of course was caused by the lash itself, but based on doctors experience, welts and swelling on that thing usually takes longer to fully develop. His suspicions got confirmed when the woman climaxed violently after only dozen and a half lashes to her exposed genitalia. He has planned to continue closer to maximum amount, not least because this whipping was so pleasing to watch. Woman’s innocence combined with her bravery and high responsiveness was a rare combination. Now there was no point to continue with this whip, but the doctor wasn’t actually disappointed.
…
They were almost two hours overtime when the door opened and the doctor was half carrying the shaking and crying woman from the torture chamber. He helped her lay down on the examination table and then made some notes on his computer.
"I know this was hard, much harder than I told it would be, but you are exceptional young woman, and we got lots of information which is very beneficial for you in the future. Most importantly, we know your pain tolerance is much higher than your body can take. I pushed you beyond what is considered to be safe, but I’m trained to do it in controlled environment. With normal partners, you should stay within a safe limits I have pointed you. You will get a written report on your sex-pass in a case you forget. You can always ask if there’s something that’s not clear.
Since you belong to risk group, we should keep an eye on your development and make sure everything stays safe. I’ll let the nurse book you a new appointment within half year, and then again as many times it's needed. We can lengthen the period to one year if the development is positive.
I have written you some antibiotics and one week sick leave. Nurse will come and clean your wounds and arrange you a place to rest if you don’t feel strong enough to leave yet.
As a general rule, you should avoid cuts and bruises. They’ll age the skin and since you are still young and beautiful, it wouldn’t be wise. I hope you remember, there are lots of safe instruments which work very well with you. It's OK to fantasize from severe pain but inflicting it too often is not good idea. Enjoying the pain on your most tender area have its benefits. No need to use too much force for same level of pain. While you are one of the very few I have seen climax from bullwhip, I don’t recommend such whips in regular basis. It would need lots of warm-ups anyway.
I filled the missing parts from your psychological profile, so we can save time. I’m already desperately late and that part was mainly about your pain related sexual fantasies. You already told more than enough during the physical part. I’d like to talk with you more, but I really need to go. We’ll see in six months, I personally take your case, it’s good to have a stable doctor patient relationship."
The young woman was still too tired to answer but despite all the orgasms, pain and lashes, she felt her private parts tingling again. She was very glad to get a doctor who was this competent. It was easy to imagine how her life could have turned into disaster if someone less experienced would have missed some of the important aspects.
-What is this? Why we are here? Don’t you tell you are going to use those on me?
"Don’t worry, they are not all needed, usually. We just have to test your pain threshold and ensure you know your safe limits if you choose to enter into BDSM relationship. Based on your profile, you have high tendencies for this kind of activity. Therefore, this is much more important for you than many others. I’ll tie you up on a whipping frame and start with a light three-stranded whip. It hurts, but don’t cut your skin or leave long-lasting welts. You are free to scream and do any other things you wish. You can also beg for mercy, but it changes nothing. I’m professional in this and everything happens based on my judgment. Only when I think we have reached your limits, I’ll stop."
Besides being totally stunned and afraid this young woman felt great sexual attraction towards all these devices. She knew most of them well from the pictures she had found from the Internet.
The doctor showed her the whip he was going to use. It has a handle, about 30 cm in length and three tapered strands made on soft leather. Based on her experiences with the cane and strap, that whip shouldn’t be too bad. She was so far punished only on her buttocks, while she understood that this whip would be used on wider area of her naked body.
One of the whipping frames looked same as those she had seen on pictures from Pol Pot’s torture chambers. She actively searched this topic after she moved from her country and had possibility to do so. She knew that many times innocent women were tortured and whipped with whips, capable of slicing their skin apart. What affected her the most, was the knowledge they were whipped ALL over their naked bodies. The thrilling idea, which have so many nights tempted her to touch herself between her legs, and later on coming to her dreams. So many times she has woken up from her dreams, all sweaty and wet between her legs, with that happening during her sleep, what she didn’t dare to do awake.
Those dreams were like nightmares, but full of sexual pleasure rather than terror. She couldn’t do anything to change what was happening and she really felt her helplessness. Just like in a nightmare where monster is just going to eat you, and you can’t move a finger to stop it.
The dreams were like movie, where she watched everything happen to her, the whip lashing, hearing herself screaming and feeling the lash on her body. It just wasn’t pain but pleasure, usually resulting devastating orgasm.
You could think that innocent and shy young woman could never submit to be whipped naked without forcing her, but she did. She walked to the whipping frame and let herself be tied up.
Her legs and arms were spread apart, and she felt as something cool and sticky was dripping along her thigh.
The doctor started the whipping from her back, moving up and down on her body, sometimes letting the whip curl pretty far to her front.
It was clear from beginning that this woman had a high pain tolerance, and she wasn’t afraid the whip like she was vaginal penetration. Her body just stiffened, and she sucked the air in as the lash hit particularly sensitive spot like her sides below her armpits or on her nipple further up on front. While this whip wasn’t designed to cut or bruise, it was designed to sting. Still it didn’t have noticeable effect on this woman. Couple of small bruises proved that the doctor had already used the whip harder than usual. Many other women have screamed from pain after first lash and become a sobbing shaking mess after a dozen. It was already good way towards second dozen and this one hasn’t screamed or yelped even once.
The doctor had intentionally avoided her buttocks and genital area because he needed to monitor her behavior and arousal. Fast-growing sticky puddle between her legs indicated what this was all about to her.
The next lash was nasty one and brought out small yelp. Not that much from a pain than surprise. It curled around her left buttock and smacked between her legs, imprinting three reddening marks on the inside her thigh. Following squirming indicated it must have really stung there and perhaps making her aware that all areas on woman’s body are not equal, what comes to the pain. Just an inch higher, and even this brave one would have screamed from agony.
It was not time for that yet, since the doctors target was not to punish her but gather as much information about her as possible. First lashes always told the most. There was no exact limit for a number of lashes, but with a whip like this, it could easily go up to a hundred without compromising too much further results. With this woman, there was a need to test many more implements.
She started to whimper and moan around four dozen lashes, but first screams were heard only when her genitals were lashed. She was wiggling her hips, probably trying to get some sexual pleasure from the movement. It wasn’t just the initial thrill which made her aroused but the whipping itself turned her on even more. Saying she was fully soaked don’t tell much, but at the turning point of her whipping, the doctor collected her secretions on the floor. There was total 79ml of it, and it was close to a record.
The second part was aimed to determine whether the lashes to her genital area would turn her off and how much pain she could tolerate on that part of her body.
While she screamed and cried and trashed her body all over, it became clear that this whip wouldn’t be enough for the job. The puddle grew faster than before and her clitoris throbbed visibly after each lash. It had grown during the whipping, but first lashes really made the difference. The shiny tip which was barely visible at beginning was now size of a finger and completely red. Part of it, of course was caused by the lash itself, but based on doctors experience, welts and swelling on that thing usually takes longer to fully develop. His suspicions got confirmed when the woman climaxed violently after only dozen and a half lashes to her exposed genitalia. He has planned to continue closer to maximum amount, not least because this whipping was so pleasing to watch. Woman’s innocence combined with her bravery and high responsiveness was a rare combination. Now there was no point to continue with this whip, but the doctor wasn’t actually disappointed.
…
They were almost two hours overtime when the door opened and the doctor was half carrying the shaking and crying woman from the torture chamber. He helped her lay down on the examination table and then made some notes on his computer.
"I know this was hard, much harder than I told it would be, but you are exceptional young woman, and we got lots of information which is very beneficial for you in the future. Most importantly, we know your pain tolerance is much higher than your body can take. I pushed you beyond what is considered to be safe, but I’m trained to do it in controlled environment. With normal partners, you should stay within a safe limits I have pointed you. You will get a written report on your sex-pass in a case you forget. You can always ask if there’s something that’s not clear.
Since you belong to risk group, we should keep an eye on your development and make sure everything stays safe. I’ll let the nurse book you a new appointment within half year, and then again as many times it's needed. We can lengthen the period to one year if the development is positive.
I have written you some antibiotics and one week sick leave. Nurse will come and clean your wounds and arrange you a place to rest if you don’t feel strong enough to leave yet.
As a general rule, you should avoid cuts and bruises. They’ll age the skin and since you are still young and beautiful, it wouldn’t be wise. I hope you remember, there are lots of safe instruments which work very well with you. It's OK to fantasize from severe pain but inflicting it too often is not good idea. Enjoying the pain on your most tender area have its benefits. No need to use too much force for same level of pain. While you are one of the very few I have seen climax from bullwhip, I don’t recommend such whips in regular basis. It would need lots of warm-ups anyway.
I filled the missing parts from your psychological profile, so we can save time. I’m already desperately late and that part was mainly about your pain related sexual fantasies. You already told more than enough during the physical part. I’d like to talk with you more, but I really need to go. We’ll see in six months, I personally take your case, it’s good to have a stable doctor patient relationship."
The young woman was still too tired to answer but despite all the orgasms, pain and lashes, she felt her private parts tingling again. She was very glad to get a doctor who was this competent. It was easy to imagine how her life could have turned into disaster if someone less experienced would have missed some of the important aspects.
Ramon71
Magistrate
This is a poem I have enjoyed revisiting over the years but haven’t seen posted here. The fear and shame of the victim as the whipping draws near are really great.
THE DELAWARE BRIDE
BY RICHARD GRIFFIN
The whipping-post, the whipping-post,
I love you: you're a dear!
The whipping-post folks often roast.
How whimsical, how queer!
Men's taste is such,
They change so much
Shut up, don't howl, don't cry.
Saw wood, you'll soon know why.
Don't get upset; now gently, gently.
Give me your ear-both ears intently.
The day of the whipping broke clear and bright,
The sun looked down on a wond'rous sight.
Look! what is that crowd so patiently waiting?
What means all this chatter, what are they debating?
Why, haven't you heard, it's advertised wide-
They are waiting to cheer the Delaware Bride.
The Delaware Bride is a post made of deal,
Dumb witness of many a sinner's sharp squeal.
All hail to the lash, give us gore, let it pour!
All hail to the time-honored Delaware law!
Pretty little Mabel was a teacher in the school;
Pretty little Mabel thought she's break the golden rule.
First she wasted stationery, then she broke the chalk.
To potent Superintendents was addicted to back talk.
One foxy Superintendent, a man of great resources,
Did not at all believe in the mild and middle courses.
He brought her a stripe, Of the Delaware type.
He made his complaint in the proper direction; The Judge and the jury decided correction.
On poor little Mabel the sentence now crashes— Her soft naked back must receive forty lashes.
Her punishment will be applied
Outside the jail, 'twill hurt her pride.
Of course it will;
A bitter pill.
Her legal whipping is advertised well;
Her press agents work both by book and bell;
The preparations near the jail
Are handled on tremendous scale.
This tall massive platform of pine, long and wide,
Is reached by a flight of ten steps on one side.
On top of this platform, so stately and high,
The whipping-post gracefully pierces the sky;
The whipping-post, famous in prose and in song;
The post of stern justice, inspiring, strong;
The post of correction, the joy and the pride
Of county and State, fair Delaware's Bride.
Up high on a staff waves the flag of the free,
Below stands the crowd, the whipping to see,
All laughing, joking, poking fun.
By jove! it almost yanks the bun!
It seems just like a county fair,
This motley crowd, all free from care,
Waiting to see one little girl whipped—
Waiting to look at her shape when stripped.
Ah! lo! a trumpet blow, a sudden blast.
Ho ho! The whipping will begin at last;
The prison gates open, the show commences.
What! have the people lost their senses? Don't shove, don't move, don't rush!
Hats off! don't speak! Hush, hush!
The Sheriff and prisoner both appear;
One bare-foot prisoner, Mabel dear.
A slip of a girl with eyes of blue,
Of violet hue-so honest, true;
As clear and bright as the stars above,
A sweet little girlie girl, made to love.
She has to walk bare-foot, the law says she must;
Both stockings and shoes are a cause of distrust.
It's easy to give the Sheriff a kick
Through spite; it is really a very old trick.
And so to make everything safe and discreet,
Our Mabel now walks on two pretty bare feet.
Two cute little lily white, tender bare feet.
Poor dearie, poor darling, so innocent, sweet.
The sheriff and she
As chic as can be,
They walk up the stairs like a sister and brother,
Confidingly holding the hand of each other.
It is a touching sight to see
This couple free from enmity;
The Sheriff, dignified and calm,
And Mabel, dear, all youth and charm,
Dressed in white flannel so trim and so neat From the top of her head to her pretty bare feet
Oh, Mabel, child, Don't stare so wild.
What can it be? Oh yes, I see.
She looks at the Sheriff with trembling lip,
She sees that he carries a large rawhide whip.
Oh, cruel sight!
Oh, dreadful plight!
Oh, Mabel, you're in a sad fix;
Too late now to register kicks.
The platform is covered with oil-cloth complete;
It tickles the soles of her pretty bare feet.
Oh, what chills!
Oh, what thrills!
The Sheriff is concise and clear,
And thus addresses Mabel dear:
Hear! Hear!
After this eloquent pow wow,
Where is Demosthenes' fame now?
This is speech he made,
Oh, will it ever fade?
“Before the rod of justice swings,
Remove your necklace, chain and rings;
Before we fetch this racket off You'll have to take your jacket off-
And then-you know the other things—
That thing of crêpe de chine that clings.
The law is plain-no more-no less.
Here is the warrant-please undress.
Your time has come we cannot wait;
Prepare yourself-don't hesitate-
Just take a tip-don't get the pip."
Thus spoke the guardian of the whip.
This is the speech he made;
Oh, will it ever fade?
Mabel removes her chain and rings,
And then her jacket off she flings,
Her shirtwaist next she casts aside.
She shuts her eyes, but cannot hide
Her shame: she trembles like a reed,
Unable further to proceed.
Oh my!
How shy!
The Sheriff, rolling up his sleeve,
Grasped firm the rawhide whip
And said, "My duty makes me grieve.
Be kind enough to strip
Down to the skin.
Come, come! begin.
Lift up your head, don't hide your face;
Take off that thing all trimmed with lace."
Burning with shame,
With eyes of flame,
With trembling hands the gentle maid
Her lingerie. unlaced.
And pretty little Mabel stood
Stripped naked to the waist.
Pink and white fairy!
Fragile and airy.
The mob around the scaffold press,
Eager to see the girl undress.
All eyes are centered on her form,
So pretty, bare, and white.
Upon her shoulder, soft and warm,
Is one mosquito bite;
One cute little dot;
One pretty pink spot.
The crowd is excited, bewildered, delighted,
All dizzy, like fire and brimstone ignited;
The women all nervous, the children affrighted,
While most of the men have their cameras sighted
On pink and white Mabel, the neat pearly pearl. The dearie, the darling, the sweet girlie girl.
Oh, heaven! from the lash defend her!
Pity the soft white flesh so tender!
This is the murmur heard the most.
They lead her to the whipping-post;
Face to the post she takes her stand,
Pink and white vision from fairy land.
The Sheriff with official air
Arranges Mabel with great care.
He chains her up exactly right,
Her body bent, her skin drawn tight.
Her skin so dainty, oh, so fair!
Down to the waist completely bare.
The Sheriff stands ready,
His whip hand is steady.
Now Mabel bowed her lovely head,
Closed both her eyes-a prayer said,
Her misery complete.
Glancing aside-bewildered-dazed,
She shudders! see! the whip is raised.
She shrinks against the post quite crazed.
Oh, how her heart does beat!
There comes a blinding whizzing flash
The whip-it gives a crack,
And then a cruel stinging lash
On Mabel's bare white back.
Oh, hear her cry!
Oh, my; oh my!
Look! a pink stripe-
The Delaware type.
Again the whip did rise and whirl,
Whipping the sobbing little girl,
Lashing and slashing with cruel crack,
Whipping her beautiful naked back.
Whipping and whipping, oh, how the whip flies!
Whipping and whipping, what piteous cries!
Lashing and slashing, with cruel crack,
Whipping the skin off her naked back.
Poor little Mabel, frantic with pain,
Screaming and struggling, almost insane;
Trembling, quivering, see the flesh shivering-
All the croud jeering-witty and leering.
So heartless so vile! The Sheriff, meanwhile,
All patience continues, with strenuous sinews,
Lashing and slashing, with cruel crack,
Whipping the poor little naked back.
When lo! a trumpet blow! a sudden blast.
Ho ho! the Sheriff drops his whip at last.
The punishment ended,
The law is defended
And poor little Mabel is writhing, suspended,
Chained to the whipping post,
Where pain is nipping most,
Bleeding-half dying-
Bitterly crying.
Oh, look at her back! her bare pretty back!
Those cruel pink stripes on her back.
Oh, alack!
Ah, many a stripe,
Of the Delaware type.
Hear her moan,
Hear her groan,
In that dull monotone.
The Sheriff meanwhile
Has put on a style,
The cheering is loud as he bows to the crowd.
See him smile!
Oh, that smile,
As he kisses his hand with a countenance bland.
See him wink!
What a blink!
Don't he stink, don't he stink!
The thirty-ninth lash has been given at last,
The prisoner freed from the chain that held fast.
The law is supreme, the whipping is over;
Three cheers now for Wilmington, New Castle, Dover.
THE DELAWARE BRIDE
BY RICHARD GRIFFIN
The whipping-post, the whipping-post,
I love you: you're a dear!
The whipping-post folks often roast.
How whimsical, how queer!
Men's taste is such,
They change so much
Shut up, don't howl, don't cry.
Saw wood, you'll soon know why.
Don't get upset; now gently, gently.
Give me your ear-both ears intently.
The day of the whipping broke clear and bright,
The sun looked down on a wond'rous sight.
Look! what is that crowd so patiently waiting?
What means all this chatter, what are they debating?
Why, haven't you heard, it's advertised wide-
They are waiting to cheer the Delaware Bride.
The Delaware Bride is a post made of deal,
Dumb witness of many a sinner's sharp squeal.
All hail to the lash, give us gore, let it pour!
All hail to the time-honored Delaware law!
Pretty little Mabel was a teacher in the school;
Pretty little Mabel thought she's break the golden rule.
First she wasted stationery, then she broke the chalk.
To potent Superintendents was addicted to back talk.
One foxy Superintendent, a man of great resources,
Did not at all believe in the mild and middle courses.
He brought her a stripe, Of the Delaware type.
He made his complaint in the proper direction; The Judge and the jury decided correction.
On poor little Mabel the sentence now crashes— Her soft naked back must receive forty lashes.
Her punishment will be applied
Outside the jail, 'twill hurt her pride.
Of course it will;
A bitter pill.
Her legal whipping is advertised well;
Her press agents work both by book and bell;
The preparations near the jail
Are handled on tremendous scale.
This tall massive platform of pine, long and wide,
Is reached by a flight of ten steps on one side.
On top of this platform, so stately and high,
The whipping-post gracefully pierces the sky;
The whipping-post, famous in prose and in song;
The post of stern justice, inspiring, strong;
The post of correction, the joy and the pride
Of county and State, fair Delaware's Bride.
Up high on a staff waves the flag of the free,
Below stands the crowd, the whipping to see,
All laughing, joking, poking fun.
By jove! it almost yanks the bun!
It seems just like a county fair,
This motley crowd, all free from care,
Waiting to see one little girl whipped—
Waiting to look at her shape when stripped.
Ah! lo! a trumpet blow, a sudden blast.
Ho ho! The whipping will begin at last;
The prison gates open, the show commences.
What! have the people lost their senses? Don't shove, don't move, don't rush!
Hats off! don't speak! Hush, hush!
The Sheriff and prisoner both appear;
One bare-foot prisoner, Mabel dear.
A slip of a girl with eyes of blue,
Of violet hue-so honest, true;
As clear and bright as the stars above,
A sweet little girlie girl, made to love.
She has to walk bare-foot, the law says she must;
Both stockings and shoes are a cause of distrust.
It's easy to give the Sheriff a kick
Through spite; it is really a very old trick.
And so to make everything safe and discreet,
Our Mabel now walks on two pretty bare feet.
Two cute little lily white, tender bare feet.
Poor dearie, poor darling, so innocent, sweet.
The sheriff and she
As chic as can be,
They walk up the stairs like a sister and brother,
Confidingly holding the hand of each other.
It is a touching sight to see
This couple free from enmity;
The Sheriff, dignified and calm,
And Mabel, dear, all youth and charm,
Dressed in white flannel so trim and so neat From the top of her head to her pretty bare feet
Oh, Mabel, child, Don't stare so wild.
What can it be? Oh yes, I see.
She looks at the Sheriff with trembling lip,
She sees that he carries a large rawhide whip.
Oh, cruel sight!
Oh, dreadful plight!
Oh, Mabel, you're in a sad fix;
Too late now to register kicks.
The platform is covered with oil-cloth complete;
It tickles the soles of her pretty bare feet.
Oh, what chills!
Oh, what thrills!
The Sheriff is concise and clear,
And thus addresses Mabel dear:
Hear! Hear!
After this eloquent pow wow,
Where is Demosthenes' fame now?
This is speech he made,
Oh, will it ever fade?
“Before the rod of justice swings,
Remove your necklace, chain and rings;
Before we fetch this racket off You'll have to take your jacket off-
And then-you know the other things—
That thing of crêpe de chine that clings.
The law is plain-no more-no less.
Here is the warrant-please undress.
Your time has come we cannot wait;
Prepare yourself-don't hesitate-
Just take a tip-don't get the pip."
Thus spoke the guardian of the whip.
This is the speech he made;
Oh, will it ever fade?
Mabel removes her chain and rings,
And then her jacket off she flings,
Her shirtwaist next she casts aside.
She shuts her eyes, but cannot hide
Her shame: she trembles like a reed,
Unable further to proceed.
Oh my!
How shy!
The Sheriff, rolling up his sleeve,
Grasped firm the rawhide whip
And said, "My duty makes me grieve.
Be kind enough to strip
Down to the skin.
Come, come! begin.
Lift up your head, don't hide your face;
Take off that thing all trimmed with lace."
Burning with shame,
With eyes of flame,
With trembling hands the gentle maid
Her lingerie. unlaced.
And pretty little Mabel stood
Stripped naked to the waist.
Pink and white fairy!
Fragile and airy.
The mob around the scaffold press,
Eager to see the girl undress.
All eyes are centered on her form,
So pretty, bare, and white.
Upon her shoulder, soft and warm,
Is one mosquito bite;
One cute little dot;
One pretty pink spot.
The crowd is excited, bewildered, delighted,
All dizzy, like fire and brimstone ignited;
The women all nervous, the children affrighted,
While most of the men have their cameras sighted
On pink and white Mabel, the neat pearly pearl. The dearie, the darling, the sweet girlie girl.
Oh, heaven! from the lash defend her!
Pity the soft white flesh so tender!
This is the murmur heard the most.
They lead her to the whipping-post;
Face to the post she takes her stand,
Pink and white vision from fairy land.
The Sheriff with official air
Arranges Mabel with great care.
He chains her up exactly right,
Her body bent, her skin drawn tight.
Her skin so dainty, oh, so fair!
Down to the waist completely bare.
The Sheriff stands ready,
His whip hand is steady.
Now Mabel bowed her lovely head,
Closed both her eyes-a prayer said,
Her misery complete.
Glancing aside-bewildered-dazed,
She shudders! see! the whip is raised.
She shrinks against the post quite crazed.
Oh, how her heart does beat!
There comes a blinding whizzing flash
The whip-it gives a crack,
And then a cruel stinging lash
On Mabel's bare white back.
Oh, hear her cry!
Oh, my; oh my!
Look! a pink stripe-
The Delaware type.
Again the whip did rise and whirl,
Whipping the sobbing little girl,
Lashing and slashing with cruel crack,
Whipping her beautiful naked back.
Whipping and whipping, oh, how the whip flies!
Whipping and whipping, what piteous cries!
Lashing and slashing, with cruel crack,
Whipping the skin off her naked back.
Poor little Mabel, frantic with pain,
Screaming and struggling, almost insane;
Trembling, quivering, see the flesh shivering-
All the croud jeering-witty and leering.
So heartless so vile! The Sheriff, meanwhile,
All patience continues, with strenuous sinews,
Lashing and slashing, with cruel crack,
Whipping the poor little naked back.
When lo! a trumpet blow! a sudden blast.
Ho ho! the Sheriff drops his whip at last.
The punishment ended,
The law is defended
And poor little Mabel is writhing, suspended,
Chained to the whipping post,
Where pain is nipping most,
Bleeding-half dying-
Bitterly crying.
Oh, look at her back! her bare pretty back!
Those cruel pink stripes on her back.
Oh, alack!
Ah, many a stripe,
Of the Delaware type.
Hear her moan,
Hear her groan,
In that dull monotone.
The Sheriff meanwhile
Has put on a style,
The cheering is loud as he bows to the crowd.
See him smile!
Oh, that smile,
As he kisses his hand with a countenance bland.
See him wink!
What a blink!
Don't he stink, don't he stink!
The thirty-ninth lash has been given at last,
The prisoner freed from the chain that held fast.
The law is supreme, the whipping is over;
Three cheers now for Wilmington, New Castle, Dover.
nsur1
Governor
Thanks you very much for posting this -- I've never seen it before. I enjoyed this, despite (or maybe because) the doggerel rhymes and the odd mix of light-hearted humourous tone and explicit savagery. Not unlike various of our resident authors in this respect. I can well imagine @Barbaria1 as a school teacher being sentenced to flogging for wasting stationery and talking back to the superintendent.
As I'd never heard of the poet, I checked out the title: originally from a slim 57-page volume of poetry titled "The Delaware Bride And Other Poems" (self-)published in 1913. There's a scan of the entire book at The Internet Archive: Link. Google says there was also an illustrated edition, but that doesn't seem online. Pity, as presumably it would have illustrated the title story. The poem is also in "Bug House Poetry: The Complete Works Of Richard Griffin" (1922), also without illustrations but with the added: "Note - Scenes like the above occur weekly, every Saturday morning at Wilmington, Delaware - The Author".
It's all pretty light-hearted stuff in the same doggerel style, with rather a lot of casual verses about corporal punishments or executions thrown in but none as long or as explicit as The Delaware Bride. Fun read, though!
There are even two sequels to Mabel's story, as part of later poems: here's a stanza of little Mabel remembering her flogging:
And here is the flogger's point-of-view, reminiscing in the poem "The Round-Shouldered Licker":
dusicovalerio
Condemned
Tiredny
Guard
On the site below if you scroll down a little, you'll find a very short newspaper clipping about the corporal punishment dispensed to rioters in 1948 at the Andrew Mercer Reformatory for Women in Toronto, Canada.
Strict Spanking Stories
On the same site, you find a post about Justice Weekly, a Canadian tabloid publication. In the "read more" section of that post, you find a letter from a purported ex-inmate from Mercer in which she details the punishment she received while at Mercer.
Enjoy...
Tired
Strict Spanking Stories
On the same site, you find a post about Justice Weekly, a Canadian tabloid publication. In the "read more" section of that post, you find a letter from a purported ex-inmate from Mercer in which she details the punishment she received while at Mercer.
Enjoy...
Tired
Birch4females
Governor
Chuckbruder
Assistant executioner
Another account of JCP in a young women’s Institute in Europe.
Our research uncovered an interesting example of judicial corporal punishment somewhere in eastern Europe. An account of an official in his private papers described his institution and what went on there.
Turns out that it was a private (contract-funded) reform institution specifically for females with acute behavioral problems. These included court-adjudged delinquents and those with psychiatric disorders requiring behavior modification. It catered to treating those with anger issues, chronic disobedience, repeated criminal acts, etc. They were all candidates for the use of severe corporal punishment, namely via hard bare bottom spankings. The hope was to lessen recidivism, but otherwise just to punish them for their bad deeds. Reform was not always possible, even with repeated spanking sessions. Those in that category needed to suffer for what they had done or continued to do. Justice demanded that they suffer for their behavior.
The man described how it was run by himself and another guy who were fond of administering harsh spanking punishment. Matrons took care of the inmates in the dorms, but he and his buddy exercised their fetish in the context of applying punishment in a discipline room, fitted especially with sturdy furniture for binding girls--a trestle, tripod, whipping stool and padded bench, and a host of spanking implements. On hooks along one wall were hung paddles, both wood and leather, straps, rods, crops, spanking whips, and canes.
The inmates were very cute for the most part. They were kept fit via diet and exercise. Uniforms consisted of short frocks, knee socks, cotton bikini panties and bras. The men vowed not to sexually molest them, but would vent their libidos via punishing the inmates’ bottoms then retiring to their quarters or office to masturbate. The two men also provided a service to like-minded gentlemen, willing to pay handsomely, by providing them with private viewing booths for the pleasure of witnessing punishment sessions. You can be sure that many fine orgasms were achieved therein, while these institute “donors” watched the agony and pain of pretty bottoms being lashed and paddled, long and hard.
He described many different scenes, but one that captured our interest was that of a tall slender Jewish who inmate who described her ordeals while strapped to the heavy wooden trestle bolted to the floor.
Dark haired, brown-eyed, Rachel would be brought struggling and cursing into the punishment room. She had been there before and knew what would happen to her. It took both of the men to restrain her enough to strap her down across it. They fixed her wrists to the front legs and knees on the outside of the rear legs. Another strap was brought up over the small of her back and tightened. As one can imagine, the frock was gathered up and tucked under that strap.
What a fine firm cute bottom she had--the description stated. Her panties came down about halfway down her slender thighs. Rachel snarled at them, as they examined her bottom. What a cute ass she had. Some faint bruising could be seen from her last punishment. Her slightly hairy vulva could be seen.
The man went on to describe how they then took turns using a strap, thick riding crop and heavy leather paddle on that lovely bottom. The intense hard swats and lashes continued for more than 30 minutes. At first, she was stoic, but gradually the agony and pain, of being spanked that way, caught up with her. Her cries began to get louder. Tears streamed and snot came from one nostril. But there were no apologies. No pleas for mercy. She just took it. Her body undulated within the limits of her bonds. Her buttocks clenched and released, to no avail. It was just unending pain for her. She thrust up against the trestle as a wooden paddle with holes slammed hard across an already badly damaged posterior.
The man commented that on that occasion, he observed the swelling up of her vulva and clitoris curiously with a thick vaginal secretion. Sexual excitation was apparent to both guys. It contributed to their own sexual arousal. Having an erection was typical for both of them, as they beat lovely female buttocks.
So poor Rachel would be escorted to the infirmary to treat her poor bottom. Ice packs would cover her bottom, as she lay face-down on the cot. She continued to moan and sob a bit, as the nurse treated her bruised and welt-striped bottom.
In spite of her ordeal, he recounted, she’d be back in the room in a few weeks.
Our research uncovered an interesting example of judicial corporal punishment somewhere in eastern Europe. An account of an official in his private papers described his institution and what went on there.
Turns out that it was a private (contract-funded) reform institution specifically for females with acute behavioral problems. These included court-adjudged delinquents and those with psychiatric disorders requiring behavior modification. It catered to treating those with anger issues, chronic disobedience, repeated criminal acts, etc. They were all candidates for the use of severe corporal punishment, namely via hard bare bottom spankings. The hope was to lessen recidivism, but otherwise just to punish them for their bad deeds. Reform was not always possible, even with repeated spanking sessions. Those in that category needed to suffer for what they had done or continued to do. Justice demanded that they suffer for their behavior.
The man described how it was run by himself and another guy who were fond of administering harsh spanking punishment. Matrons took care of the inmates in the dorms, but he and his buddy exercised their fetish in the context of applying punishment in a discipline room, fitted especially with sturdy furniture for binding girls--a trestle, tripod, whipping stool and padded bench, and a host of spanking implements. On hooks along one wall were hung paddles, both wood and leather, straps, rods, crops, spanking whips, and canes.
The inmates were very cute for the most part. They were kept fit via diet and exercise. Uniforms consisted of short frocks, knee socks, cotton bikini panties and bras. The men vowed not to sexually molest them, but would vent their libidos via punishing the inmates’ bottoms then retiring to their quarters or office to masturbate. The two men also provided a service to like-minded gentlemen, willing to pay handsomely, by providing them with private viewing booths for the pleasure of witnessing punishment sessions. You can be sure that many fine orgasms were achieved therein, while these institute “donors” watched the agony and pain of pretty bottoms being lashed and paddled, long and hard.
He described many different scenes, but one that captured our interest was that of a tall slender Jewish who inmate who described her ordeals while strapped to the heavy wooden trestle bolted to the floor.
Dark haired, brown-eyed, Rachel would be brought struggling and cursing into the punishment room. She had been there before and knew what would happen to her. It took both of the men to restrain her enough to strap her down across it. They fixed her wrists to the front legs and knees on the outside of the rear legs. Another strap was brought up over the small of her back and tightened. As one can imagine, the frock was gathered up and tucked under that strap.
What a fine firm cute bottom she had--the description stated. Her panties came down about halfway down her slender thighs. Rachel snarled at them, as they examined her bottom. What a cute ass she had. Some faint bruising could be seen from her last punishment. Her slightly hairy vulva could be seen.
The man went on to describe how they then took turns using a strap, thick riding crop and heavy leather paddle on that lovely bottom. The intense hard swats and lashes continued for more than 30 minutes. At first, she was stoic, but gradually the agony and pain, of being spanked that way, caught up with her. Her cries began to get louder. Tears streamed and snot came from one nostril. But there were no apologies. No pleas for mercy. She just took it. Her body undulated within the limits of her bonds. Her buttocks clenched and released, to no avail. It was just unending pain for her. She thrust up against the trestle as a wooden paddle with holes slammed hard across an already badly damaged posterior.
The man commented that on that occasion, he observed the swelling up of her vulva and clitoris curiously with a thick vaginal secretion. Sexual excitation was apparent to both guys. It contributed to their own sexual arousal. Having an erection was typical for both of them, as they beat lovely female buttocks.
So poor Rachel would be escorted to the infirmary to treat her poor bottom. Ice packs would cover her bottom, as she lay face-down on the cot. She continued to moan and sob a bit, as the nurse treated her bruised and welt-striped bottom.
In spite of her ordeal, he recounted, she’d be back in the room in a few weeks.
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ianwarrick
Magistrate
No doubt these girls transgressions deserved a good thrashing especially for a second offence. If at first you don't succeed thrash more severely
elephas
Senator
This year, the Hardgonjangspank community welcomed a prolific author named Kimo, who has written many stories about traditional JCP of women in Korea and other Asian countries. Here is the last of his stories: "Edict on Caning of Women."
"A record containing instructions on caning of women given by Yeonjong, a benevolent king who loved his people, was discovered in an ancient archive.
Let's take a look at the contents of the so-called edict called "The Women's Caning Manual."
"A record containing instructions on caning of women given by Yeonjong, a benevolent king who loved his people, was discovered in an ancient archive.
Let's take a look at the contents of the so-called edict called "The Women's Caning Manual."
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MasterRich
Onlooker
Hello from a new member of this forum.... I've been aware of it for years, but for some reason or other never got around to signing up as a member. I'm glad indeed that I did! There is very nice material here indeed...
Giving something in return, something which I hope a few others at least will also find enjoyable, here below is a story partly inspired by Victorian and pseudo-Victorian erotica, written from the POV of a young female in a boarding school... of a special type...
Master Rich
Beyond the Traditional Spanking and Caning in School Uniform
The spanking and caning in uniform, in front of the class, which I receive for my transgression (caught with Tom tongue-kissing me behind the school) is old-fashioned; the spanking is almost sweet, the caning, my bottom covered by panties and skirt, a traditional "six of the best," which of course I have to count out loud. I've had it before, and seen it too of course. It is really hard, but I bear it and even without making too much noise. Now it is supposed to be over. But I am being led to another, smaller, room... Here there are just old Mr. Stevenson and the young assistant Rogers, and Tom. Why do they want him to be there too?
This is new, I don't know what it is. They make me take off all my clothes, helping where I fumble out of nerves. Hands secured behind my back. I feel intensely strange; it is like reality is strobing around me. Have I been drugged? The cane is being laid gently-firmly over the top of my breasts. He lets me just feel it, some pressure. Lifted, brought down swiftly (I gasp) but it is not a stroke; just again laid firmly in the same place. Now he has lifted it and placed it against the underside of my breasts. Firm pressure upward, not too hard. Then it is taken away. Do two seconds pass? Or is it five? .... From that point of time-stood-still then it comes swift, loud through the air, and a stripe appears , just a little above the nipples, my scream coming a split-second later....
This set is ten on my naked breasts. I am somehow aware of the number, though they don't try to make me count. (I guess I wouldn't have been able to count aloud properly, though some internal, separated, part of me can keep the tally.) Six on the upper part, four divided between the underside (needs skill, cutting down-up, but he has that skill; the stroke is just as hard as the up-down ones on the tops) and direct hits on my nipples.
This is an escalation of pain and brutality to a level way beyond anything I've felt, seen, or imagined... But it’s stopped, and I'm dizzy and confused now, seeing, or is it feeling, moving vibrating black spots, and I don't understand well what Mr. Stevenson and Rogers are doing as they rearrange me. Then become aware that I am bottom up, head to the ground, something supporting me keeping my bottom up. Now again the cane laid just to let me feel it. Low. Again pressure. I can feel the cane on my pussy lips too....
Ten again, the most vicious hitting. It requires less skill than my breasts and he can focus on making them as hard as he can. Some are on areas of my bottom which are less sensitive than my breasts, but he finds the lower places which make me howl like an animal. (I am partly aware of the howling, the level of my awareness is fluctuating.) Some of the strokes are placed so that, with this strength, the cane indeed hits my pussy lips too, though with less than its full force.
After this second round I am even more dazed. Almost mindless. It must be over? They are spreading my legs, firmly, placing them as they want. Cool air on my pussy. In my head I correct the thought for some reason (who put this correction in my head? how?): I am supposed to say, cool air on my cunt. There seems to be something securing my legs, I'm vaguely aware that even when I try to pull them just a little closer together they don't move at all. And again the cane is just laid firmly, with some pressure. Vertically. On the center of my completely exposed cunt....
The third set of cane-strokes I leave to your imagination, both visual and aural. (The sound effects were spectacular, what with the swish of the cane, the sound of its impact on a girl’s most sensitive flesh, and my animal noises, though sound too was strobing, so I may have missed some of them myself.) The inner counter wasn't working. I'm sure it was more than five. Could it have been ten? Could I have survived the set if it was that many?
Oh, and if you wonder whether my anus (for the moment still as virgin as my pussy—no, I have to say my cunt!—is) remains untouched by this set—it doesn't, of course.
After the third set I am in a waking-dream state. I stay in that state while the two (not three—is Tom still here? I sense that he is, though my darkened vision, limited to such a narrow field, can't pick him up), one after the other, force my mouth open, and fuck it, holding my ponytail.... Strange that nonetheless later I have a most vivid and precise memory of the smell and taste of Mr. Stevenson’s cum.
Giving something in return, something which I hope a few others at least will also find enjoyable, here below is a story partly inspired by Victorian and pseudo-Victorian erotica, written from the POV of a young female in a boarding school... of a special type...
Master Rich
Beyond the Traditional Spanking and Caning in School Uniform
The spanking and caning in uniform, in front of the class, which I receive for my transgression (caught with Tom tongue-kissing me behind the school) is old-fashioned; the spanking is almost sweet, the caning, my bottom covered by panties and skirt, a traditional "six of the best," which of course I have to count out loud. I've had it before, and seen it too of course. It is really hard, but I bear it and even without making too much noise. Now it is supposed to be over. But I am being led to another, smaller, room... Here there are just old Mr. Stevenson and the young assistant Rogers, and Tom. Why do they want him to be there too?
This is new, I don't know what it is. They make me take off all my clothes, helping where I fumble out of nerves. Hands secured behind my back. I feel intensely strange; it is like reality is strobing around me. Have I been drugged? The cane is being laid gently-firmly over the top of my breasts. He lets me just feel it, some pressure. Lifted, brought down swiftly (I gasp) but it is not a stroke; just again laid firmly in the same place. Now he has lifted it and placed it against the underside of my breasts. Firm pressure upward, not too hard. Then it is taken away. Do two seconds pass? Or is it five? .... From that point of time-stood-still then it comes swift, loud through the air, and a stripe appears , just a little above the nipples, my scream coming a split-second later....
This set is ten on my naked breasts. I am somehow aware of the number, though they don't try to make me count. (I guess I wouldn't have been able to count aloud properly, though some internal, separated, part of me can keep the tally.) Six on the upper part, four divided between the underside (needs skill, cutting down-up, but he has that skill; the stroke is just as hard as the up-down ones on the tops) and direct hits on my nipples.
This is an escalation of pain and brutality to a level way beyond anything I've felt, seen, or imagined... But it’s stopped, and I'm dizzy and confused now, seeing, or is it feeling, moving vibrating black spots, and I don't understand well what Mr. Stevenson and Rogers are doing as they rearrange me. Then become aware that I am bottom up, head to the ground, something supporting me keeping my bottom up. Now again the cane laid just to let me feel it. Low. Again pressure. I can feel the cane on my pussy lips too....
Ten again, the most vicious hitting. It requires less skill than my breasts and he can focus on making them as hard as he can. Some are on areas of my bottom which are less sensitive than my breasts, but he finds the lower places which make me howl like an animal. (I am partly aware of the howling, the level of my awareness is fluctuating.) Some of the strokes are placed so that, with this strength, the cane indeed hits my pussy lips too, though with less than its full force.
After this second round I am even more dazed. Almost mindless. It must be over? They are spreading my legs, firmly, placing them as they want. Cool air on my pussy. In my head I correct the thought for some reason (who put this correction in my head? how?): I am supposed to say, cool air on my cunt. There seems to be something securing my legs, I'm vaguely aware that even when I try to pull them just a little closer together they don't move at all. And again the cane is just laid firmly, with some pressure. Vertically. On the center of my completely exposed cunt....
The third set of cane-strokes I leave to your imagination, both visual and aural. (The sound effects were spectacular, what with the swish of the cane, the sound of its impact on a girl’s most sensitive flesh, and my animal noises, though sound too was strobing, so I may have missed some of them myself.) The inner counter wasn't working. I'm sure it was more than five. Could it have been ten? Could I have survived the set if it was that many?
Oh, and if you wonder whether my anus (for the moment still as virgin as my pussy—no, I have to say my cunt!—is) remains untouched by this set—it doesn't, of course.
After the third set I am in a waking-dream state. I stay in that state while the two (not three—is Tom still here? I sense that he is, though my darkened vision, limited to such a narrow field, can't pick him up), one after the other, force my mouth open, and fuck it, holding my ponytail.... Strange that nonetheless later I have a most vivid and precise memory of the smell and taste of Mr. Stevenson’s cum.
Sir Henry
Governor
Hello elephas and dear Lenchen fans!
Some time ago you expressed the fear "As far as 'Lenchen's Abschied' is concerned, I'm afraid that the chances of getting the text are not very high".
The two of us then exchanged PMs and I promised to put out all the feelers.
In fact, apparently not a single copy exists in Germany (the country of origin!); I couldn't track down any holdings in any archive, not even in the German National Library.
But I was finally able to locate the book "Lenchens Abschied" in five foreign archives, 1 in France, 1 in the UK and 3 in the USA, although these are university libraries to which only registered students or lecturers have access - not private individuals.
It took me a lot of effort, but I managed to get a copy from Stanford University through my office, the General Directorate for Cultural Heritage Rhineland-Palatinate (GDKE - Generaldirektion Kulturelles Erbe Rheinland-Pfalz).
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the archives of "Leland Stanford Junior University" ("The Farm") in Stanford, California !
I also informed tiredny immediately and sent him a copy. But since you've been looking for "Lenchen's Abschied" for years, and thankfully put me in touch with tiredny, I'd like to do you the honor of posting the copy here on CruxForums in the right place and send it to you via PM.
It is a 96-page PDF in German.
By the way:
I am also on the trail of the original of "Lenchen im Zuchthause", or to be more precise: after intensive research via our central server, I was able to track down the unabridged reprint of the censored original version from 1840, over 400 pages (!), but I will only be able to get hold of it through official channels and with the help of my state office.
But I'll stay on the ball and will announce any success here immediately...
Keep your fingers crossed for me (and Lenchen
)!
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Tiredny
Guard
Excellent work, Sir Henry.
Now, the huge task of creating an English translation begins and we have already made a good start.
In the past, many of us have speculated that "Nell's Farewell" was nothing more than an embellishment of the postscript contained in the 1900 translation. (These were the series of letters between Nell and her friend, Marie, detailing her journey to New York and eventual marriage to Isidor.)
Well, it is NOT! Has absolutely nothing to do with that postscript! My theory is it has more to do with the original "Lenchen im Zuchthaus".
Many people don't know, but the original 1840 book "Lenchen im Zuchthaus" was a very small, private printing. While many people wanted to read, by 1872 it was almost impossible to find. In that same year, a second printing by an established printer was published.
Unfortunately, that printer, in order to publish, had to get the story through censors and this required extensive modification of the original story. Thus, the story we know as "Nell in Bridewell" is a "censored" and shortened version of the original. Indeed, even the widely circulated German version "Lenchen im Zuchthaus" is that same 1872 version.
Well, Sir Henry has located a copy of the original version (by that I mean he has a listing of the book in a German library 570 km from his city)! We suspect it has never been digitized, so to recover the original "Lenchen im Zuchthaus" will take some serious effort.
Stay tuned as neither Sir Henry nor I give up easily.
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