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Rebecca and The Bloody Codes
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Migoz2
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I totally agree. This reads very nicely as an attempt at a period piece.Well, THAT has certainly changed
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 25 A Brief Judicial Interlude
Grabbe apologized to the group but insisted Rebecca must meet a “special” guest. He led her by her leash to a solitary older man in a slightly less flamboyant outfit than most. Wearing what seemed to be a perpetual frown, he carefully surveyed her from tip to toe and remarked, “I must confess, I did not fully appreciate your beauty or fine figure when we first met.”
“Thank You, Sir.” Rebecca curtseyed, puzzled. She didn’t recognize the man behind his mask, though his voice was familiar, and wondered where they’d met. She did not his ugly bulbous nose.
“Yes, you are delectable, half naked and bound. I did enjoy the bound part in court. I wonder what your diddleys will look like, naked and waiting for the branding iron.”
Court! It was the judge! The girl’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Yes, Rebecca. This is Justice Sir Francis Page,” said Elliott. “He’s one of the owners here. You should be very nice to him since he’s the one who can decide to let you live, or have you dancing on air at Tyburn Tree.”
“Oh Lord,” exclaimed Rebecca. “Please, Sir. Please let me live! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!”
“I’m sure you will be good,” said Page, reaching out and caressing a barely-clad breast. “And I am sure you will do anything we want! Will you be able to please me well enough to spare your life?”
“Oh yes your honour! I vill! I swears I vill!”
“We shall see later this evening, I think?” He looked to Sir Elliott, who nodded affirmatively.
“You radiate glamour, child. I wonder if that is just the devil bewitching us. Where do you come from, girl?”
“Kent, Sir.”
“Kent? My first wife’s people are from Greenwich in Kent. Do you know the White’s?” he asked, his hand had moved down to her tummy.
“Nay, Sir. They’d be better-most than we’s. Mine’s from Dartford.”
“Dartford? That sounds familiar. Dartford? Ah yes. Isn’t that where that scoundrel Wat Tyler was from? The traitor who led the Peasants' Revolt back in 1381? Nothing but trouble comes from Dartford! Are you a traitor, too? Maybe hanging’s too good for you. Do you know what drawing and quartering is?”
“No, Sir, NO! You’ve wrongtook me! I’s loyal to de King! God Save de King!”
At that moment, the music stopped and the orchestra broke into a fanfare.
“You’ll have your chance to show your loyalty now, Rebecca,” whispered Elliott in her ear.
dancing on air – hang
diddleys - breasts
glamour – the Scottish Makar Allen Ramsey wrote in 1721 “when devils, wizards and jugglers deceive the sight, they are said to cast glamour o’er the eyes of the spectator.”
wrongtook - Kentish. misunderstood
Justice Sir Francis Page
Grabbe apologized to the group but insisted Rebecca must meet a “special” guest. He led her by her leash to a solitary older man in a slightly less flamboyant outfit than most. Wearing what seemed to be a perpetual frown, he carefully surveyed her from tip to toe and remarked, “I must confess, I did not fully appreciate your beauty or fine figure when we first met.”
“Thank You, Sir.” Rebecca curtseyed, puzzled. She didn’t recognize the man behind his mask, though his voice was familiar, and wondered where they’d met. She did not his ugly bulbous nose.
“Yes, you are delectable, half naked and bound. I did enjoy the bound part in court. I wonder what your diddleys will look like, naked and waiting for the branding iron.”
Court! It was the judge! The girl’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Yes, Rebecca. This is Justice Sir Francis Page,” said Elliott. “He’s one of the owners here. You should be very nice to him since he’s the one who can decide to let you live, or have you dancing on air at Tyburn Tree.”
“Oh Lord,” exclaimed Rebecca. “Please, Sir. Please let me live! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!”
“I’m sure you will be good,” said Page, reaching out and caressing a barely-clad breast. “And I am sure you will do anything we want! Will you be able to please me well enough to spare your life?”
“Oh yes your honour! I vill! I swears I vill!”
“We shall see later this evening, I think?” He looked to Sir Elliott, who nodded affirmatively.
“You radiate glamour, child. I wonder if that is just the devil bewitching us. Where do you come from, girl?”
“Kent, Sir.”
“Kent? My first wife’s people are from Greenwich in Kent. Do you know the White’s?” he asked, his hand had moved down to her tummy.
“Nay, Sir. They’d be better-most than we’s. Mine’s from Dartford.”
“Dartford? That sounds familiar. Dartford? Ah yes. Isn’t that where that scoundrel Wat Tyler was from? The traitor who led the Peasants' Revolt back in 1381? Nothing but trouble comes from Dartford! Are you a traitor, too? Maybe hanging’s too good for you. Do you know what drawing and quartering is?”
“No, Sir, NO! You’ve wrongtook me! I’s loyal to de King! God Save de King!”
At that moment, the music stopped and the orchestra broke into a fanfare.
“You’ll have your chance to show your loyalty now, Rebecca,” whispered Elliott in her ear.
dancing on air – hang
diddleys - breasts
glamour – the Scottish Makar Allen Ramsey wrote in 1721 “when devils, wizards and jugglers deceive the sight, they are said to cast glamour o’er the eyes of the spectator.”
wrongtook - Kentish. misunderstood
Justice Sir Francis Page
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Migoz2
Senator
'Glamour' (or 'gramarye') is an old Scottish word for a spell or an enchantment.
To illustrate the enchantment of diddleys, some random pictures of a certain cruxgirl:Cute
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Puffies are always diddleys but not all diddleys are puffies 
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Grammar was regarded by the common folk as a magic only understood by educated wizards.
But we should wait for @Eulalia to adjudicate the issue.
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Harsh Martinet
Consul
Still that way, at least in the USA
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Puffies are always diddleys but not all diddleys are puffies
And most certainly, not all diddleys are TUMESCENT, are they Barb?
Migoz2
Senator
Indeed. It is a word with an enchanting etymology.
twonines
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Now don`t rush things, Barb will be displaying them soon enough, no doubt to a very appreciative audience.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I cannot resist a nostalgic look at a former love, Scottish Country Dancing! I once was a card-carrying member of the RSCDS (Royal Scottish Country Dance Society).
This one is called Montgomerie's Rant, and I have danced it!
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 26 The Grand Entrance
As the trumpets played a royal fanfare, a door in the back of the room opened and a regally dressed man entered. The path cleared for him, men bowing and women curtsying. He proceeded straight to Elliott and Rebecca. The tight circle of Rebecca’s admirers parted and she recognized, behind the mask, George from the prior night! Smiling at a familiar face, Rebecca tried a stiff curtsy. George put his hand under her chin and raised her face toward him.
“Such a beautiful angel. Sir Elliott, you must introduce me formally.”
Grabbe stood at attention and spoke to Rebecca.
“Rebecca Godwyn, I have the honour to present to you, His Royal Highness, George Augustus, Prince of Wales, Earl of Chester, Duke and Marquess of Cambridge, Earl of Milford Haven, Viscount Northallerton, Baron Tewkesbury, Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster.” Rebecca felt her face blush bright red and her heart seem to stop in her chest. Even an ignorant country girl knew of the majesty of the Prince of Wales!
“Your Royal Highness, I beg leave to present to you, Rebecca Godwyn, of Kent.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Mistress Godwyn,” said George and kissed her lightly on both cheeks. Rebecca blushed even deeper to the enjoyment of those looking on.
“Oh my Lord! Your Highness, I didn’t know…” Rebecca stumbled to apologize for not having given him the proper respect. “I never guessed afore! Oh, I’m werr sorry. I don’t know how. I mean I have never met. I mean I’m sorry if I offended last night. My Lord, I’m sorry!…”
“Compose yourself Rebecca.” Said the Prince, softly patting her cheek and running his hand through her rufescent locks. “Upon my word, you were most charming and proper in my judgement! You knew exactly how to respond to the attentions of a Prince.”
This unmistakable reference to her orgasm just caused the girl to blush more. I’m so addle-headed, she thought.
For the next several minutes, the crowd of admiring onlookers remained deferentially silent, allowing a seeming private conversation between he and the girl, overheard by all.
Then Elliott stepped up and said to George, “Your Royal Highness, I beg leave to steal away the lovely Rebecca for the business part of the evening.”
“With a reluctant heart, I assent. Au revoir, my dear.”
“Yes, wid mine too; Au, also...” Rebecca looked longingly back at the Prince as Elliott took her leash and lead her through the crowd toward the small raised stage in the corner. On the way, the people gathered round began to take more liberties with the girl. Hands, of both men and women, reached out to stroke or fondle or squeeze her cheeks and hair and tummy and ass. Her arms pinned behind her made it impossible to resist in any way.
Elliott led her up the three steps to the platform. Two large liveried footmen stood behind her like guards. Grabbe signaled to the orchestra who did a small drum roll for attention. The room fell quiet and Elliott addressed the crowd.
Afore – Kentish, before
Werr -Kentish, very
Addle-headed – Kentish, stupid or foolish
Wid – Kentish, with
As the trumpets played a royal fanfare, a door in the back of the room opened and a regally dressed man entered. The path cleared for him, men bowing and women curtsying. He proceeded straight to Elliott and Rebecca. The tight circle of Rebecca’s admirers parted and she recognized, behind the mask, George from the prior night! Smiling at a familiar face, Rebecca tried a stiff curtsy. George put his hand under her chin and raised her face toward him.
“Such a beautiful angel. Sir Elliott, you must introduce me formally.”
Grabbe stood at attention and spoke to Rebecca.
“Rebecca Godwyn, I have the honour to present to you, His Royal Highness, George Augustus, Prince of Wales, Earl of Chester, Duke and Marquess of Cambridge, Earl of Milford Haven, Viscount Northallerton, Baron Tewkesbury, Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster.” Rebecca felt her face blush bright red and her heart seem to stop in her chest. Even an ignorant country girl knew of the majesty of the Prince of Wales!
“Your Royal Highness, I beg leave to present to you, Rebecca Godwyn, of Kent.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Mistress Godwyn,” said George and kissed her lightly on both cheeks. Rebecca blushed even deeper to the enjoyment of those looking on.
“Oh my Lord! Your Highness, I didn’t know…” Rebecca stumbled to apologize for not having given him the proper respect. “I never guessed afore! Oh, I’m werr sorry. I don’t know how. I mean I have never met. I mean I’m sorry if I offended last night. My Lord, I’m sorry!…”
“Compose yourself Rebecca.” Said the Prince, softly patting her cheek and running his hand through her rufescent locks. “Upon my word, you were most charming and proper in my judgement! You knew exactly how to respond to the attentions of a Prince.”
This unmistakable reference to her orgasm just caused the girl to blush more. I’m so addle-headed, she thought.
For the next several minutes, the crowd of admiring onlookers remained deferentially silent, allowing a seeming private conversation between he and the girl, overheard by all.
Then Elliott stepped up and said to George, “Your Royal Highness, I beg leave to steal away the lovely Rebecca for the business part of the evening.”
“With a reluctant heart, I assent. Au revoir, my dear.”
“Yes, wid mine too; Au, also...” Rebecca looked longingly back at the Prince as Elliott took her leash and lead her through the crowd toward the small raised stage in the corner. On the way, the people gathered round began to take more liberties with the girl. Hands, of both men and women, reached out to stroke or fondle or squeeze her cheeks and hair and tummy and ass. Her arms pinned behind her made it impossible to resist in any way.
Elliott led her up the three steps to the platform. Two large liveried footmen stood behind her like guards. Grabbe signaled to the orchestra who did a small drum roll for attention. The room fell quiet and Elliott addressed the crowd.
Afore – Kentish, before
Werr -Kentish, very
Addle-headed – Kentish, stupid or foolish
Wid – Kentish, with
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
George II as Prince of Wales
Coat of Arms of the Hanoverian Princes of Wales
Coat of Arms of the Hanoverian Princes of Wales
connoisseurs
Senator
Regret doesn´t help, PrPr. I was the same (with standard dance). How many hours I have wasted, swinging women aroud the dance floor, instead of whipping them! Only with age came the wisdom.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 27 Auctioning a Virgin
Sir Elliott began, “Your Royal Highness, Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen and Demons of the Second Hellfire Club, we now come to the principal purpose of the evening. Most of you have had a chance to meet and appreciate the country charms of my “ward,” Rebecca Godwyn. You must all agree that she is a Prime Article.” Shouts of agreement.
“As you all know, she has been judged by our worthy member, Justice Sir Francis Page,” Elliott gestured to Page and the crowd politely applauded his presence, “‘felonious without benefit of clergy’ and sentenced to be flogged, branded, and hung. Until those fates befall her, she has been delivered into my charge. Needless to say, no one cares what happens to a poor girl from the country sentenced to be hanged. Therefore, we have a chance to put her to good use. We will be auctioning off her favors to the highest bidder.”
The room exploded in cheers. Rebecca had trouble following the complicated talk, but understood the end well enough. She was being sold like a slave! She turned around for some way to escape. The hulking footmen grabbed her arms and turned her back to face the audience.
“Let me help you judge the merchandise better, so that the bids may be worthy.” Sir Elliott untied the cape and swept it away and with a great flare, tossed it into the crowd. Rebecca stood, bound and half naked before a lustful mass of faces.
“We are selling a very special experience to the highest bidder.” Cheers.
“A First Time.” Laughter
“A Chance to ‘instruct’ Rebecca in the ways of the world.” Cheers.
“The liberty for someone to show her the purpose of a young girl.” Laughter and cheers.
“An opportunity that will never come again, at least with this girl!” Loud Cheers and boisterous laughter.
“In summary, the high bidder will go on a journey; he’ll go in at Bushey!” Laughter.
“Pass Virginia Water,” More Laughter.
“And leave Staines behind.” Uproarious laughter!
“For he will purchase her genital commodity. Our Rebecca is an innocent virgin flower, just eighteen and ready to be plucked.” Wild Cheers.
Second Hellfire Club - to be explained more later. The First Hellfire Club known was founded in London in 1718, by Philip, Duke of Wharton and a handful of other high society friends
felonious without benefit of clergy - legal term of the time distinguishing capital crimes
Genital commodity – virginity as a commodity to be purchased
Bushey, Virginia Waters, Staines – coach stops near London.
Sir Elliott began, “Your Royal Highness, Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen and Demons of the Second Hellfire Club, we now come to the principal purpose of the evening. Most of you have had a chance to meet and appreciate the country charms of my “ward,” Rebecca Godwyn. You must all agree that she is a Prime Article.” Shouts of agreement.
“As you all know, she has been judged by our worthy member, Justice Sir Francis Page,” Elliott gestured to Page and the crowd politely applauded his presence, “‘felonious without benefit of clergy’ and sentenced to be flogged, branded, and hung. Until those fates befall her, she has been delivered into my charge. Needless to say, no one cares what happens to a poor girl from the country sentenced to be hanged. Therefore, we have a chance to put her to good use. We will be auctioning off her favors to the highest bidder.”
The room exploded in cheers. Rebecca had trouble following the complicated talk, but understood the end well enough. She was being sold like a slave! She turned around for some way to escape. The hulking footmen grabbed her arms and turned her back to face the audience.
“Let me help you judge the merchandise better, so that the bids may be worthy.” Sir Elliott untied the cape and swept it away and with a great flare, tossed it into the crowd. Rebecca stood, bound and half naked before a lustful mass of faces.
“We are selling a very special experience to the highest bidder.” Cheers.
“A First Time.” Laughter
“A Chance to ‘instruct’ Rebecca in the ways of the world.” Cheers.
“The liberty for someone to show her the purpose of a young girl.” Laughter and cheers.
“An opportunity that will never come again, at least with this girl!” Loud Cheers and boisterous laughter.
“In summary, the high bidder will go on a journey; he’ll go in at Bushey!” Laughter.
“Pass Virginia Water,” More Laughter.
“And leave Staines behind.” Uproarious laughter!
“For he will purchase her genital commodity. Our Rebecca is an innocent virgin flower, just eighteen and ready to be plucked.” Wild Cheers.
Second Hellfire Club - to be explained more later. The First Hellfire Club known was founded in London in 1718, by Philip, Duke of Wharton and a handful of other high society friends
felonious without benefit of clergy - legal term of the time distinguishing capital crimes
Genital commodity – virginity as a commodity to be purchased
Bushey, Virginia Waters, Staines – coach stops near London.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Earth to Barb, Earth to Barb, which planet are you on?
Hard to tell strapped as I am to a caning frame. Is there no justice for women on this website?