Migoz2
Senator
Is Rebecca the sweetest, most innocent, most naive girl ever to be punished on CF? Even the just-turned-18, virginal, never-masturbated-before Barb doesn't reach this level of virtuous, good-natured, trusting purity.....
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Rebecca and The Bloody Codes
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Harsh Martinet
Consul
The reaffirmation of her sentence has filled me with a mixture of anticipation, excitement and disappointment.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Harsh Martinet
Consul
If Barb was in this situation, I'd must assuredly have spared her the hanging... probably the branding...but insisted on the whipping at the cart's tail....to take place once a month, punishment for her inevitable complaining and haughtiness.
Migoz2
Senator
Me, too.....I’m still trying to determine whether I should take that as a compliment????
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Are we referring to a certain Friday Night party?
Everything said about you, Barb, should be taken as a compliment (It reduces demerits)
Are you implying our Barbara is a bad girl?
I guess you are. Too bad the modern police don't have whipping at the cart's tail to use on bad girls arrested on Friday Nights.
Are we thinking here of High School Barb? Moore in Singapore? Barb stowed away on the Santa Maria? Professor Moore searching for Emperors' Gold? Barbara of the excessive, undeserved demerits?
"She's so many women." - Warren Zevon
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Bstb would have her own cart with her name emblazoned on the tailgate.
Migoz2
Senator
Barb is a woman of infinite variety. Always unpredictable and forever alluring. Poor Rebecca - even a discussion of her innocence has left her behind!
She tells everyone she needs to be free
Hardly anyone ever understands
She takes her stand
Even though nothing's working out the way she planned
She's so many women
(apologies to Warren Zevon)
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Honorable mention to Werewolves of London, not the least bit romantic but nevertheless a great tune.
connoisseurs
Senator
Its heartbreaking and inhuman what they are doing to poor Rebecca. But if I am honest - I would have been disappointed with every other result.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Author's Note:
As I trust most of my readers realize (if not, go back and retake third grade reading appreciation), we are coming rapidly to the conclusion of this dark story of exploitation of women in Georgian England. I would like to share a few insights into the thought processes in my writing.
Even before, I wrote the first word, I had a grand arc of plot in mind. Innocent, poor country girl comes to London, unavoidably runs afoul of the law, cruelly sentenced to death, then, unwanted and unknown, she is used by her jailors for sexual pleasure and profit, introducing the girl to the adult world of prostitution.
That was all. I knew as I started that I would have to make a decision about her eventual fate. The default option was, of course, execution. As I wrote, I, as usual (and in tandem with many of you readers), developed a strong affection for poor innocent Rebecca. She has suffered so much already undeservedly that there is a strong desire to spare her the final torture and death.
But, this is cruxforums, where innocents often suffer unjust punishment, even death. And, there is the historical logic of the story which argues that it would be very unusual for her to be spared.
The rest of the story in my laptop is complete. I will review and flesh out (pun intended) certain parts, but I know how it ends.
You all will have to wait and keep guessing
BTW, I wish to thank @old slave for proofreading the posting so that you all have had less than the normal deluge of typos to wade through. But, even he doesn’t know Rebecca’s fate.
As I trust most of my readers realize (if not, go back and retake third grade reading appreciation), we are coming rapidly to the conclusion of this dark story of exploitation of women in Georgian England. I would like to share a few insights into the thought processes in my writing.
Even before, I wrote the first word, I had a grand arc of plot in mind. Innocent, poor country girl comes to London, unavoidably runs afoul of the law, cruelly sentenced to death, then, unwanted and unknown, she is used by her jailors for sexual pleasure and profit, introducing the girl to the adult world of prostitution.
That was all. I knew as I started that I would have to make a decision about her eventual fate. The default option was, of course, execution. As I wrote, I, as usual (and in tandem with many of you readers), developed a strong affection for poor innocent Rebecca. She has suffered so much already undeservedly that there is a strong desire to spare her the final torture and death.
But, this is cruxforums, where innocents often suffer unjust punishment, even death. And, there is the historical logic of the story which argues that it would be very unusual for her to be spared.
The rest of the story in my laptop is complete. I will review and flesh out (pun intended) certain parts, but I know how it ends.
You all will have to wait and keep guessing
BTW, I wish to thank @old slave for proofreading the posting so that you all have had less than the normal deluge of typos to wade through. But, even he doesn’t know Rebecca’s fate.
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old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
So in spite, there is at least one errant typo I 'missed'. Let's see if @Praefectus Praetorio corrects it before the noose is.....................................???
Considering poor Becky involuntarily provided a huge range of "services", some of them quite unusual, to pretty much every male in London who could afford such a service (most of whom must have been married) and she also has knowledge of an illegal secret society, there realistically is only one way this can possibly end.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Take them whenever you can get them!I’m still trying to determine whether I should take that as a compliment????
twonines
LIMERICUS
Such cynicism is not becoming -is it?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 42 The Punishment Room Friday
The men dragged the struggling girl down the halls, back into the foreboding prison section and threw her, still shackled, into a small, bare cell where she collapsed on the floor, sobbing. They locked the door and left her to her own thoughts. The reader can well imagine her horror and despair. All her hopes, all her dreams, all her future has been stripped away, leaving only the prospect of torture and death.
An hour later, the group re-appeared and pulled her up to her feet and out. She noticed that Breaker was naked to the waist.
“Come now, Rebecca,” he said. “It’s time to for me to give you your oatmeal.”
A short way down the hall, and they entered a large high-ceilinged room. Rebecca immediately noticed two things: a set of bleachers on one side filled with fifty or sixty finely dressed men and a few women, and on the opposite wall a sturdy whipping frame.
Sir Elliott Grabbe was very pleased as he sat in his box in the punishment room of his private prison. The bleachers were almost full of paying guests, there to see the penultimate punishment of Rebecca. They had paid well, Fifteen pounds for a front row seat, down to four for the top row. Mr. Fair had reported that the bleacher revenue totaled £480, a nice tidy addition to the Rebecca profits. In addition, three topping men had paid for entrance to the box seats and special access afterwards. This added another £160. Combine these with the more than £1,800 from prostituting her out for the last ten days and the £1,800 from the auction, the maid had earned over £4,200 in less than two weeks! Yes, Sir Elliott was very pleased.
Accompanying him in his box was Charles Douglas, 3rd Duke of Queensberry, 2nd Duke of Dover, Privy Counsellor and Vice Admiral of Scotland. And, on the other side, Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. She had been very eager to attend and Grabbe invited her as his gratis guest. Sir Elliott has entertained lustful thoughts of becoming more intimate with the remarkable Lady after her performance in the rape of Rebecca.
In the opposite box were William Pulteney, a very wealthy Whig politician who sat in the House of Commons, (in 1742 he would be created the first Earl of Bath by King George II.) and the Duke of Wharton and Lord Hervey.
“I’m surprised that your friend, “George” is not here to witness this,” whispered Lady Mary in a conspiratorial voice to Sir Elliott.
“He would love to be, my Lady, but the possibility of public exposure is too great just now when Walpole is trying to arrange a reconciliation with his father.”
“I expect he will miss a fine show. And apparently the final one, since I understand you are going ahead with her hanging tomorrow?”
“Yes. Sad, but all good things come to an end. Rebecca’s youthful grace and novelty would soon fade. And we must be shown to uphold justice.”
“Is it really justice to execute such a sweet, innocent thing?” she mused. “I wish there was a way she could be spared.”
“Your feminine tenderness does you much credit, Lady Mary. However, Judge Page is not one given to mercy. Banish those thoughts and enjoy this afternoon’s entertainment.”
“Oh, I shall!” she responded with a smile. “I’m very excited by the prospect.”
“You will not be disappointed, Lady Mary,” Sir Elliott said, boldly putting his hand on her leg and receiving no censure. “Mr. Breaker can flay the skin from an ox with his cat if he tries.”
“Then I shall be most engaged,” she said with a lilt in her voice. She placed her hand on top of Grabbe’s and drew it further up her leg.
Just then, the room hushed as the side door loudly opened and Keeper Breaker entered, stripped to the waist, followed by Rebecca in a short prison shift and guided by two large, but dull-looking, men. Mr. Fair and Owen Spite brought up the rear. Lady Mary’s hand tightened noticeably on Grabbe’s and he proceeded to rub her inner thigh through her petticoats.
Fair came to the front center and spoke in a high whine. “My name is Always Fair. I am an attorney and have been appointed by Justice Sir Francis Page as the representative of the King’s Bench at this punishment. As ordered by the court, Rebecca Godwyn, vagrant, is to receive a flogging and branding today. The Keeper of Ramsey Prison House, Mr. Allen Breaker is authorized to inflict, without fear of civil or criminal liability, upon her person, no less than five and no more than thirty lashes of the cat-of-nine-tails. Mr. Breaker, please proceed to restrain the prisoner.”
Lady Mary leaned over and whispered in Sir Elliott’s ear, “This has made my watergate!” She briefly licked at his ear and then moved her hand from over his to onto his lap.
Sir Elliott almost replied, but just then Douglas leaned over to ask, “Will she be flogged in that shift, or do we get to see her bare back?” Grabbe found this a silly question since Douglas had paid twice to be with Rebecca and had surely already seen her totally naked. But a paying customer must be respected, was a motto that had served him well over the years. “Rest easy, Charles, you will see more than her back bared!”
Rebecca had no more fight in her; she’d exhausted her outrage on the injustice and her tears in her cold cell. Now she was just trying to deal with her fate, trying to imagine and not imagine being hung. The big guards pulled her over to face the whipping frame. It seemed to the inexperienced young woman to be like a ladder. Wider than most and with fewer rungs.
Supervised by Owen, her guards removed her irons and pulled off her shift, taking the opportunity to do a little groping as they did. Bringing her to the frame, they spread her legs and strapped her ankles tightly to the bottom outside of the side pieces. Then they raised her arms and did the same with her wrists. The ropes holding her arm straps were tightened until she was up onto the balls of her feet. One cross piece was just at her tummy. It was lowered until it lined up with her hips. Then, to the young woman’s surprise, they tilted the top section forward about 30 degrees so she was bent over. The arrangements were completed with straps across her legs just above the knee and arms just above the shoulders to hold her tightly in place. The whole securing took not five minutes, so experienced was the crew.
“Prisoner secured for punishment!” announced Breaker as Toby and Jacks retreated to the back wall.
“Lord, this is exciting,” panted Lady Mary into Sir Elliott’s ear. As her hand was now stroking his crotch, Grabbe hardly needed to be informed of her excitement. He was busy returning the favor. He had slipped his hand under her petticoats and was teasing her inner thigh and working his hand rapidly toward his ultimate object. His other hand had worked its way down past her kerchief and inside her stays to tweak her hard nipple.
“How delicious to think of that girl, helpless and naked, waiting for the cat to scratch her back!” Lady Mary cooed. “I almost wish it were me.”
“I could arrange a little taste of that,” said Sir Elliott, as his hand finally reached its goal, only to find the lips already soaking. His fingers stroked the slit and drew a groan from his companion as he added, “After the punishment, you and I, in a private room here?”
Lady Mary bite his ear lightly and moaned, “I’ll be your harem slave for the evening if you do.”
Mr. Fair spoke again. “All is properly prepared. On behalf of the court, I order you to lay on the strokes of the sentence, without fear or favour, affection or ill-will!”
Breaker went to a barrel filled with brine and grasped the handle of one of several cats soaking there. He shook off the extra water and walked to behind Rebecca. Taking a wide stance, he drew back his arm and rotated his torso to achieve a long backswing. Continuing in a fluid motion, he whipped back around and sent the nine thongs of the cruel instrument toward the girl’s naked back.
Give one her oatmeal - to punish, an oblique reference to the Scottish.
Watergate – a wet vagina
Without fear or favour, affection or ill-will – customary legal term of the time, encouraging an official to do his proper duty. Incorporated into judicial oaths, it can be traced to a statute enacted under Edward III in 1346.
The men dragged the struggling girl down the halls, back into the foreboding prison section and threw her, still shackled, into a small, bare cell where she collapsed on the floor, sobbing. They locked the door and left her to her own thoughts. The reader can well imagine her horror and despair. All her hopes, all her dreams, all her future has been stripped away, leaving only the prospect of torture and death.
An hour later, the group re-appeared and pulled her up to her feet and out. She noticed that Breaker was naked to the waist.
“Come now, Rebecca,” he said. “It’s time to for me to give you your oatmeal.”
A short way down the hall, and they entered a large high-ceilinged room. Rebecca immediately noticed two things: a set of bleachers on one side filled with fifty or sixty finely dressed men and a few women, and on the opposite wall a sturdy whipping frame.
Sir Elliott Grabbe was very pleased as he sat in his box in the punishment room of his private prison. The bleachers were almost full of paying guests, there to see the penultimate punishment of Rebecca. They had paid well, Fifteen pounds for a front row seat, down to four for the top row. Mr. Fair had reported that the bleacher revenue totaled £480, a nice tidy addition to the Rebecca profits. In addition, three topping men had paid for entrance to the box seats and special access afterwards. This added another £160. Combine these with the more than £1,800 from prostituting her out for the last ten days and the £1,800 from the auction, the maid had earned over £4,200 in less than two weeks! Yes, Sir Elliott was very pleased.
Accompanying him in his box was Charles Douglas, 3rd Duke of Queensberry, 2nd Duke of Dover, Privy Counsellor and Vice Admiral of Scotland. And, on the other side, Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. She had been very eager to attend and Grabbe invited her as his gratis guest. Sir Elliott has entertained lustful thoughts of becoming more intimate with the remarkable Lady after her performance in the rape of Rebecca.
In the opposite box were William Pulteney, a very wealthy Whig politician who sat in the House of Commons, (in 1742 he would be created the first Earl of Bath by King George II.) and the Duke of Wharton and Lord Hervey.
“I’m surprised that your friend, “George” is not here to witness this,” whispered Lady Mary in a conspiratorial voice to Sir Elliott.
“He would love to be, my Lady, but the possibility of public exposure is too great just now when Walpole is trying to arrange a reconciliation with his father.”
“I expect he will miss a fine show. And apparently the final one, since I understand you are going ahead with her hanging tomorrow?”
“Yes. Sad, but all good things come to an end. Rebecca’s youthful grace and novelty would soon fade. And we must be shown to uphold justice.”
“Is it really justice to execute such a sweet, innocent thing?” she mused. “I wish there was a way she could be spared.”
“Your feminine tenderness does you much credit, Lady Mary. However, Judge Page is not one given to mercy. Banish those thoughts and enjoy this afternoon’s entertainment.”
“Oh, I shall!” she responded with a smile. “I’m very excited by the prospect.”
“You will not be disappointed, Lady Mary,” Sir Elliott said, boldly putting his hand on her leg and receiving no censure. “Mr. Breaker can flay the skin from an ox with his cat if he tries.”
“Then I shall be most engaged,” she said with a lilt in her voice. She placed her hand on top of Grabbe’s and drew it further up her leg.
Just then, the room hushed as the side door loudly opened and Keeper Breaker entered, stripped to the waist, followed by Rebecca in a short prison shift and guided by two large, but dull-looking, men. Mr. Fair and Owen Spite brought up the rear. Lady Mary’s hand tightened noticeably on Grabbe’s and he proceeded to rub her inner thigh through her petticoats.
Fair came to the front center and spoke in a high whine. “My name is Always Fair. I am an attorney and have been appointed by Justice Sir Francis Page as the representative of the King’s Bench at this punishment. As ordered by the court, Rebecca Godwyn, vagrant, is to receive a flogging and branding today. The Keeper of Ramsey Prison House, Mr. Allen Breaker is authorized to inflict, without fear of civil or criminal liability, upon her person, no less than five and no more than thirty lashes of the cat-of-nine-tails. Mr. Breaker, please proceed to restrain the prisoner.”
Lady Mary leaned over and whispered in Sir Elliott’s ear, “This has made my watergate!” She briefly licked at his ear and then moved her hand from over his to onto his lap.
Sir Elliott almost replied, but just then Douglas leaned over to ask, “Will she be flogged in that shift, or do we get to see her bare back?” Grabbe found this a silly question since Douglas had paid twice to be with Rebecca and had surely already seen her totally naked. But a paying customer must be respected, was a motto that had served him well over the years. “Rest easy, Charles, you will see more than her back bared!”
Rebecca had no more fight in her; she’d exhausted her outrage on the injustice and her tears in her cold cell. Now she was just trying to deal with her fate, trying to imagine and not imagine being hung. The big guards pulled her over to face the whipping frame. It seemed to the inexperienced young woman to be like a ladder. Wider than most and with fewer rungs.
Supervised by Owen, her guards removed her irons and pulled off her shift, taking the opportunity to do a little groping as they did. Bringing her to the frame, they spread her legs and strapped her ankles tightly to the bottom outside of the side pieces. Then they raised her arms and did the same with her wrists. The ropes holding her arm straps were tightened until she was up onto the balls of her feet. One cross piece was just at her tummy. It was lowered until it lined up with her hips. Then, to the young woman’s surprise, they tilted the top section forward about 30 degrees so she was bent over. The arrangements were completed with straps across her legs just above the knee and arms just above the shoulders to hold her tightly in place. The whole securing took not five minutes, so experienced was the crew.
“Prisoner secured for punishment!” announced Breaker as Toby and Jacks retreated to the back wall.
“Lord, this is exciting,” panted Lady Mary into Sir Elliott’s ear. As her hand was now stroking his crotch, Grabbe hardly needed to be informed of her excitement. He was busy returning the favor. He had slipped his hand under her petticoats and was teasing her inner thigh and working his hand rapidly toward his ultimate object. His other hand had worked its way down past her kerchief and inside her stays to tweak her hard nipple.
“How delicious to think of that girl, helpless and naked, waiting for the cat to scratch her back!” Lady Mary cooed. “I almost wish it were me.”
“I could arrange a little taste of that,” said Sir Elliott, as his hand finally reached its goal, only to find the lips already soaking. His fingers stroked the slit and drew a groan from his companion as he added, “After the punishment, you and I, in a private room here?”
Lady Mary bite his ear lightly and moaned, “I’ll be your harem slave for the evening if you do.”
Mr. Fair spoke again. “All is properly prepared. On behalf of the court, I order you to lay on the strokes of the sentence, without fear or favour, affection or ill-will!”
Breaker went to a barrel filled with brine and grasped the handle of one of several cats soaking there. He shook off the extra water and walked to behind Rebecca. Taking a wide stance, he drew back his arm and rotated his torso to achieve a long backswing. Continuing in a fluid motion, he whipped back around and sent the nine thongs of the cruel instrument toward the girl’s naked back.
Give one her oatmeal - to punish, an oblique reference to the Scottish.
Watergate – a wet vagina
Without fear or favour, affection or ill-will – customary legal term of the time, encouraging an official to do his proper duty. Incorporated into judicial oaths, it can be traced to a statute enacted under Edward III in 1346.
I really hate to nitpick but the 16th of June 1723 was a Wednesday not a Friday. I thought this date was chosen deliberately because the date of poor Rebecca's execution would have fallen on a Thursday (the traditional "hanging day" at Tyburn). It really shows that a story is masterfully crafted if one can only find inconsistencies in it by looking up weekdays from 300 years ago.
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