Klingsor
Spectator
...oh yes! perhaps can mark create this scene with Brenda...?
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mark sessnatz's Deviated Artworks
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Weaklander
Onlooker
Please keep posting Mark, we love your art!
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Judicial 6
The walk from the courtroom to the post, though only a handful of meters long, feels like countless miles.
The walk from the courtroom to the post, though only a handful of meters long, feels like countless miles.
PeterVl
Magistrate
The colors... Their transition from warm, comforting hues at the front to a stark, cold palette towards the back, with the post symbolizing a border. Many thoughts but there are times when it is better to just admire.
Klingsor
Spectator
I like those pics before and after a punishment!
The Beast
Governor
After all her back will be crying red tears for her sins.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Aftermath 1
"You shouldn't have provoked him like that. You know what his temper is like."
"AAgh...I'll b-be damned if I let a...mmph!...bully like him coerce me into m-marriage!"
"He's not just a bully. He's a lord. And he may do worse than flog you if you defy him again."
"He...-hiss-...Owwww...ow...ow...ow..He doesn't scare m-me!"
"Oh, my Lady...I'm sorry. I can't bear to see you get hurt again!"
"You shouldn't have provoked him like that. You know what his temper is like."
"AAgh...I'll b-be damned if I let a...mmph!...bully like him coerce me into m-marriage!"
"He's not just a bully. He's a lord. And he may do worse than flog you if you defy him again."
"He...-hiss-...Owwww...ow...ow...ow..He doesn't scare m-me!"
"Oh, my Lady...I'm sorry. I can't bear to see you get hurt again!"
Yes, but during is better
The Beast
Governor
More pictures like this with aftercare, please.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
I definitely will! They're one of my favorite types of scenes
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Workhouse 5
"Please let her go! Please! It was me! I broke it! Punish me!" Milly dropped to her knees and prostrated herself on the timbers, groveling to the gruff foreman."
"Shut it, girl!" he said, kicking her away. "The shutdown happened on this one's shift, so the boss wants this one punished. If you want a thrashing yourself, take it up with him."
The foreman brought the cowhide lash down with a fearsome clap across Elsie's naked and quivering shoulders. A moment later, Elsie's guttural howl of pain rang through the workshop, mingling with Milly's helpless sobs.
"Please let her go! Please! It was me! I broke it! Punish me!" Milly dropped to her knees and prostrated herself on the timbers, groveling to the gruff foreman."
"Shut it, girl!" he said, kicking her away. "The shutdown happened on this one's shift, so the boss wants this one punished. If you want a thrashing yourself, take it up with him."
The foreman brought the cowhide lash down with a fearsome clap across Elsie's naked and quivering shoulders. A moment later, Elsie's guttural howl of pain rang through the workshop, mingling with Milly's helpless sobs.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Workhouse 6
Lupe heard Elsie's distant screams as she labored over the coal pile. She paused as she recognized the voice, but bent right back over the pile after a moment, swallowing her anguish. Though her heart broke for her friend, she knew there was nothing she could do, and it wasn't worth risking punishment herself to abandon her duties.
Though the scars on her own back were fading, Lupe could still feel them itching when she was distressed, reminding her of the steep price for stepping out of line in the workhouse.
Lupe heard Elsie's distant screams as she labored over the coal pile. She paused as she recognized the voice, but bent right back over the pile after a moment, swallowing her anguish. Though her heart broke for her friend, she knew there was nothing she could do, and it wasn't worth risking punishment herself to abandon her duties.
Though the scars on her own back were fading, Lupe could still feel them itching when she was distressed, reminding her of the steep price for stepping out of line in the workhouse.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
I'm adding the backlog to this thread a little bit at a time. That particular one was a standalone and not preceded by anything.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Granary 1
The functioning of the Imperial Granaries is vital to the strength of the Empire. This worker, who neglected her quotas and incited unrest among some others will be swiftly and severely punished.
The functioning of the Imperial Granaries is vital to the strength of the Empire. This worker, who neglected her quotas and incited unrest among some others will be swiftly and severely punished.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Granary 2
A year ago she was a celebrated Lieutenant in the Resistance Naval forces, serving with the fleet that was famously devastated by the Empire at the Battle of Boar's Fang Bay. She had thought she was lucky to survive. The few who did were rounded up and swiftly conscripted into slave labor, mostly in the Imperial Foundries or, like herself, the Granaries that supplied the army with food. After twelve grueling months of painful and degrading labor, she wondered if her comrades who went down with the ships had been the lucky ones.
The first time she was whipped in the Granaries, it had been for helping to instigate a riot. The second time was for leaving her workstation to help an injured boy. This would be the third addition to the growing collection of scars across her back, and it seemed as though the only reason this time was that the supervisors enjoyed seeing her in pain.
A year ago she was a celebrated Lieutenant in the Resistance Naval forces, serving with the fleet that was famously devastated by the Empire at the Battle of Boar's Fang Bay. She had thought she was lucky to survive. The few who did were rounded up and swiftly conscripted into slave labor, mostly in the Imperial Foundries or, like herself, the Granaries that supplied the army with food. After twelve grueling months of painful and degrading labor, she wondered if her comrades who went down with the ships had been the lucky ones.
The first time she was whipped in the Granaries, it had been for helping to instigate a riot. The second time was for leaving her workstation to help an injured boy. This would be the third addition to the growing collection of scars across her back, and it seemed as though the only reason this time was that the supervisors enjoyed seeing her in pain.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Granary 3
Lira had served as a chambermaid to a moderately well-to-do merchant couple in the capital, ever since her homeland was conquered. But her owners were old, and had no heirs, so when they died, she became the property of the Empire and was shipped to the imperial periphery to work in the warehouses.
Life as the army's chattel was so much harsher and more grueling than she had ever known. Being unused to hard labor, she struggled to meet her quotas. Finally, one of the nastier work foremen grew impatient enough with Lira's lagging that he ordered her to be disciplined with thirty lashes. The others in her work gang lower their heads and turn away from the grisly scene, unable to help, but unwilling to watch.
Lira had served as a chambermaid to a moderately well-to-do merchant couple in the capital, ever since her homeland was conquered. But her owners were old, and had no heirs, so when they died, she became the property of the Empire and was shipped to the imperial periphery to work in the warehouses.
Life as the army's chattel was so much harsher and more grueling than she had ever known. Being unused to hard labor, she struggled to meet her quotas. Finally, one of the nastier work foremen grew impatient enough with Lira's lagging that he ordered her to be disciplined with thirty lashes. The others in her work gang lower their heads and turn away from the grisly scene, unable to help, but unwilling to watch.
mark sessnatz
Tribune
Granary 4
They didn't tell Desiree how many times they were going to whip her. She closed her eyes as the men roughly tore the clothes from her back and bound her hands so tightly that her fingers went numb. All that mattered was that her young son was free of this place. She imagined him, happy and free with her family in the unoccupied south. Whatever they did to punish her, she had succeeded in getting him out. If it was the last thing she ever did that mattered, she could be at peace with that.
They didn't tell Desiree how many times they were going to whip her. She closed her eyes as the men roughly tore the clothes from her back and bound her hands so tightly that her fingers went numb. All that mattered was that her young son was free of this place. She imagined him, happy and free with her family in the unoccupied south. Whatever they did to punish her, she had succeeded in getting him out. If it was the last thing she ever did that mattered, she could be at peace with that.