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The Agony of the Sisters

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Ramon71

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Good evening,
This is my first crack at a story based on some ideas I’ve recently been thinking about. This forum has really expanded my imagination on these topics. Chapters 1 - 4 are posted first, and I’ll add the last for separately for the rest of the week. I hope you find it enjoyable. Thank you!


1

Mary Ellen Jenkins was working in the house and heard Sheriff Bailey speaking to her father, who was standing on the porch outside.

“Bartholomew, I hate to pay a visit like this, but I’ve received word that Cecilia has been secretly meeting Abel Smith in the woods just off the edge of your property. This is a serious breach of the courting laws as you know. In fact, they are likely with each other now.”

Mary Ellen’s mother, Agnes, was outside on the porch also and exclaimed, “No!”

“Well Cecilia’s in town working at the Edwards’ store,” Bartholomew said in disbelief to the mounted sheriff, “My sons and I saw her headed down the road this morning as we were working in the fields.”

“I’ve been by the store already. Cecilia told Mrs. Edwards that she could only help for a couple of hours today because she was needed here. I wanted to come by first before searching because I know Cecilia is a reputable girl.”

Alarmed, and knowing that Cecilia was not home, Bartholomew turned and yelled into the house for Mary Ellen, but she had already bolted out of the back door and toward her older sister.

•••

Cecilia Jenkins and Abel Smith had attended school together starting from the earliest grades right up through high school. As mandated by the strict moral codes and laws of their region, students could not date or have close one-on-one relationships. However, a powerful crush developed between Cecilia and Abel, as they seemed to have natural chemistry. The pair frequently saw each other at church functions and community gatherings.

After graduation, many young people began the ritual of courting under tight supervision by their families, a process that could take months or years before marriage. Cecilia’s father was strict, and had not let her begin courting. Abel’s family was prominent in the region and were selective about a potential wife for their son. Now two years after graduation, he had only just begun courting Maggie Wainwright, one of their former classmates from school. Maggie was beautiful but shallow, and Abel longed to be with his first “love”. Abel and Cecilia continued to interact in any way possible, brief conversations and brushing up against one another when noone was watching. Even a slight touch of their arms would send what felt like jolts of electricity surging through their bodies.

While Cecilia’s father did not let her court, she was allowed to work at the Edwards’ store in town to earn extra money for the family. Cecilia was smart and hardworking. She excelled at the store, whether it was helping customers or assisting with the bookkeeping and inventory. At twenty years old, Cecilia was an attractive girl. Abel loved her dark brown hair and eyes, fair skin, and slightly crooked nose bridged with freckles. Her breasts were full, but not overly large for her somewhat skinny frame. Abel longed to be alone with her.

One Sunday, the pair brushed up against one another multiple times at a church dinner, driving Abel crazy. The next day, he decided to take a huge risk and intercept Cecilia on her walk home from work. Her face lit up when she saw him leaning against a tree with a mischievous smile. After a quick glance around, Cecilia ran into his arms and they kissed for the first time, tongues darting awkwardly into each other’s mouths. Abel turned her around with her back against the tree and pressed his body into hers while his hands roamed over her breasts and ass. Cecilia could feel her love’s hard member pressed between her legs, and she gasped with pleasure as she became damp with excitement and yearning.

The clinking and clacking of a wagon approaching from around the bend startled them from their reverie. Abel quickly skipped away into the woods with a blown kiss while Cecilia composed herself and smoothed her dress. As their respective journeys home continued, a cloud of reality began to descend over the euphoria and arousal that each felt. They well knew the consequences for those caught in such behavior.

Despite their fears, Cecilia and Abel continued to meet once a week as they fell more deeply in love and lust. Their spot was just off the Jenkins’ property down a trail that ran beside a creek. Abel began bringing a blanket to their sessions. After a few weeks, clothes were shed as their repressed sexual natures became unleashed. The pair realized that they were close to making love like husband and wife. Abel wracked his brain for a way to tell his parents that he wanted to break off the courtship with Maggie.

Cecilia had to concoct excuses to get away for her meetings with Abel, even enlisting the help of her younger sister. Eighteen-year-old Mary Ellen was a lovely girl, known for her adorable face, sweet personality, and many friends. She was not quite as tall as Cecilia, with blue eyes and lighter brown hair down to her shoulders. Mary Ellen knew the relationship with Abel was wrong, but she loved Cecilia and wanted to help in any way possible. The younger Jenkins sister had her own object of desire, Caleb Johnson, but she fretted that he would marry before she could even begin courting. Fortunately, her father had signaled that he might be more lenient with Mary Ellen.

2

To most observers, Maggie Wainwright and Abel Smith would have been a fine match. While her family was not as prominent as Abel’s, they still carried political weight in the district and were wealthy from their business endeavors. Maggie had noticed that Abel was distant during their courtship meetings. She was more forward than most girls and tried steal kisses during their time together, draping her lithe body across his, though the advances were rebuffed by Abel. In truth, her parents were not concerned with the all encompassing religious and moral aspects of their community, other than for their own purposes. They were all too willing to let their daughter push the boundaries of the courting ritual to ensure the right marriage.

One day, Maggie noticed Abel talking to Cecilia outside the Edwards’ store with a huge smile on his face. Later, she saw him headed out of town in the opposite direction from his home carrying a rolled up blanket, and her suspicions grew.

Maggie had her own horse and quickly retrieved it to follow Abel. As he passed the Jenkins farm and veered off the main road toward the creek trail, Maggie dismounted and tied up the horse to follow on foot. A few minutes later, she came upon a scene that made her blood turn cold. Abel and Cecilia were wrapped in a passionate embrace. Cecilia’s dress was off and the shirtless Abel had his face buried between her breasts. She could tell that they were stroking each other’s privates. Maggie was consumed by rage that her intended was defiling himself with someone so common. She stomped off toward her horse.

Maggie’s father rushed into the room when he heard his daughter crying and telling her mother about the affair. They quickly convened a meeting with Reverend Stringfellow and the sheriff to report the desecration of Abel and Maggie’s courtship. The lofty position of Abel’s family was a short term advantage to the wayward couple, as Sheriff Bailey was unwilling to act in a hasty manner based on Maggie’s accusation. He let the Wainwrights know that he would check into things and provide an update. The reverend agreed with this approach. Maggie knew that if Abel had been a farm boy, the authorities would already be making plans for their public floggings. She wanted Abel and Cecilia to pay!

After a few days, the Wainwrights were growing impatient with the lack of action. Sheriff Bailey was still hesitant about knocking over a hornet’s nest involving the Smith family, but he decided to pay a visit to the Edwards’ store to size up Cecilia. He discovered that she had already left for the day because she was supposedly needed at home. Sheriff Bailey decided to ride out to the Jenkins’ farm.

About an hour before the sheriff’s visit to the store, Maggie once again noticed Abel headed out of town with his blanket. He and Cecilia had made a fool of her. Maggie sulked for a while, and then she decided to break up their little party herself. Unbeknownst to Maggie, the sheriff was headed to the same location.

3

After the sheriff visited their house, Mary Ellen was desperately trying to beat him the spot where she knew Cecilia and Abel met. As she ran, she glanced back through the shrubs along the creek and saw that the lawman was about to turn onto the main trail, gaining ground with his horse at a trot. Mary Ellen hid in the woods and waited for him to get closer. As he rode up, she popped out and said, “Oh hello Sheriff Bailey, what are you doing out this way?”

“Well I was actually looking for Cecilia, and your father was trying to find you at the house a short while ago.” The sheriff saw that Mary Ellen was flushed and sweating. “You look like you have been exerting yourself young lady.”

“Well I was just taking a stroll along the creek and it’s so warm. Cecilia’s over on the other side of the property picking berries. If you go back by the house and away from the main road you should find her.”

As Mary Ellen and the sheriff spoke, Abel and Cecilia kissed passionately, unaware of the danger nearby. Cecilia was on her back, naked except for underwear pulled down to mid-thigh as Abel probed her drenched sex with his fingers. She arched her hips in ecstasy to press into his touch, grasping his manhood tightly. Abel reached down and slipped Cecilia’s panties off her long legs, which she opened in preparation for their first time to make love.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled them as Maggie crashed through the woods on her horse. She dismounted quickly and began to pound Abel with a billy club she kept for protection. Maggie cursed at the dazed boy, and Cecilia scrambled to cover herself.

The commotion drew the attention of the sheriff, and Mary Ellen’s heart sank. As the he spurred his horse forward, Cecilia and Maggie emerged from the woods down the trail struggling over the club. Maggie slipped over the edge of the creek bank as they wrestled for control.

Sheriff Bailey saw that the breathless Cecilia was dressed in only panties and a thin white top with no bra. Despite being engaged in his duties, the sheriff immediately admired her hardened nipples and soft breasts barely disguised by the chemise. Maggie was lying unconscious in the ditch, her head smashed against a rock. Over in the woods, Abel had risen to his feet. He hung his head at the sight of the sheriff.

They retrieved Maggie from the ditch and all headed for the Jenkins’ farm. The girls’ parents made them kneel in the front yard as the sheriff explained what just happened, while Abel was made to stay at a safe distance. Bartholomew and Agnes could not look at their daughters as the girls wept and admitted to everything.

The youngest Jenkins boy, Amos, quickly rode to town to fetch the doctor and Maggie’s parents. While the doctor recommended that she not be moved, the Wainwrights refused to have Maggie stay at the farm. Before they left, Mr. Wainwright threatened Abel, and the two had to be separated by the sheriff.

The Jenkins sisters and Abel were placed under arrest and escorted back to town by Sheriff Bailey. The young trio walked in silence, but Cecilia began to cry as they passed the tree where she and Abel first kissed. The couple knew they were in deep trouble. Mary Ellen would likely face consequences too. All three were placed in the jail to await trial.

4

Judge Hiram Albert had been on the bench many years and was no stranger to political pressure. With this situation, he found the Smiths and the Wainwrights to be insufferable. News of the scandal had spread like wildfire through the district in just a few days, and now the pressure was being brought to bear.

The Smiths had enlisted the assistance of Reverend Stringfellow, normally a staunch advocate of floggings for any violations of courtship laws, to suggest an alternative punishment for Abel. The youth would instead be forced to leave town to serve in the country’s navy for several years until this debacle was somewhat forgotten.

The reverend felt that it was important to send a message, especially considering that Abel would not be whipped, and insisted that Cecilia Jenkins receive well beyond the normal twenty-five lashes. He even suggested a severe corporal punishment for Mary Ellen, which was not standard given the facts of the situation. Often, punishments for offenses like hers were left to be delivered by parents under the sheriff’s supervision.

The Wainwrights were enraged and wanted Cecilia to be whipped and executed! Judge Albert firmly told them that a death sentence was inappropriate, though he knew Maggie could still take a turn for the worse. The Wainwrights also seemed to have an unjustified level of anger toward Mary Ellen, who they said should face the lash for covering up the affair.

Judge Albert later explained to Sheriff Bailey that he begrudgingly agreed to most of the requests. He had little leeway given the publicity of the scandal. The populous had to be reminded of the importance of the courting rules.

“Surely the punishment for the younger Jenkins daughter can be tempered,” Sheriff Bailey said. “I know that she lied, but she didn’t engage in any sexual deviance or violence herself. She’s a good girl.”

The judge sighed and said, “Mary Ellen will unfortunately suffer, but not nearly as much as her older sister. I fear that we may see the bones of Cecilia Jenkins’ back before that flogging is over. For her sake, it may be better if she doesn’t survive it. Such a shame. I hear she was a bright young woman.”

Abel was shortly released from jail and informed that he was going into the navy. He begged his parents to intercede on behalf of the sisters, which of course they had no intention of doing. Abel became defiant and said that it was wrong for him to escape punishment while Cecilia faced a public flogging. One night as the trial approached, two large brutes hired by Abel’s parents entered his room while he slept. He was bound and gagged before being placed in a coach headed for the naval squadron miles away on the coast.

TO BE CONTINUED…
 
Good evening,
This is my first crack at a story based on some ideas I’ve recently been thinking about. This forum has really expanded my imagination on these topics. Chapters 1 - 4 are posted first, and I’ll add the last for separately for the rest of the week. I hope you find it enjoyable. Thank you!


1

Mary Ellen Jenkins was working in the house and heard Sheriff Bailey speaking to her father, who was standing on the porch outside.

“Bartholomew, I hate to pay a visit like this, but I’ve received word that Cecilia has been secretly meeting Abel Smith in the woods just off the edge of your property. This is a serious breach of the courting laws as you know. In fact, they are likely with each other now.”

Mary Ellen’s mother, Agnes, was outside on the porch also and exclaimed, “No!”

“Well Cecilia’s in town working at the Edwards’ store,” Bartholomew said in disbelief to the mounted sheriff, “My sons and I saw her headed down the road this morning as we were working in the fields.”

“I’ve been by the store already. Cecilia told Mrs. Edwards that she could only help for a couple of hours today because she was needed here. I wanted to come by first before searching because I know Cecilia is a reputable girl.”

Alarmed, and knowing that Cecilia was not home, Bartholomew turned and yelled into the house for Mary Ellen, but she had already bolted out of the back door and toward her older sister.

•••

Cecilia Jenkins and Abel Smith had attended school together starting from the earliest grades right up through high school. As mandated by the strict moral codes and laws of their region, students could not date or have close one-on-one relationships. However, a powerful crush developed between Cecilia and Abel, as they seemed to have natural chemistry. The pair frequently saw each other at church functions and community gatherings.

After graduation, many young people began the ritual of courting under tight supervision by their families, a process that could take months or years before marriage. Cecilia’s father was strict, and had not let her begin courting. Abel’s family was prominent in the region and were selective about a potential wife for their son. Now two years after graduation, he had only just begun courting Maggie Wainwright, one of their former classmates from school. Maggie was beautiful but shallow, and Abel longed to be with his first “love”. Abel and Cecilia continued to interact in any way possible, brief conversations and brushing up against one another when noone was watching. Even a slight touch of their arms would send what felt like jolts of electricity surging through their bodies.

While Cecilia’s father did not let her court, she was allowed to work at the Edwards’ store in town to earn extra money for the family. Cecilia was smart and hardworking. She excelled at the store, whether it was helping customers or assisting with the bookkeeping and inventory. At twenty years old, Cecilia was an attractive girl. Abel loved her dark brown hair and eyes, fair skin, and slightly crooked nose bridged with freckles. Her breasts were full, but not overly large for her somewhat skinny frame. Abel longed to be alone with her.

One Sunday, the pair brushed up against one another multiple times at a church dinner, driving Abel crazy. The next day, he decided to take a huge risk and intercept Cecilia on her walk home from work. Her face lit up when she saw him leaning against a tree with a mischievous smile. After a quick glance around, Cecilia ran into his arms and they kissed for the first time, tongues darting awkwardly into each other’s mouths. Abel turned her around with her back against the tree and pressed his body into hers while his hands roamed over her breasts and ass. Cecilia could feel her love’s hard member pressed between her legs, and she gasped with pleasure as she became damp with excitement and yearning.

The clinking and clacking of a wagon approaching from around the bend startled them from their reverie. Abel quickly skipped away into the woods with a blown kiss while Cecilia composed herself and smoothed her dress. As their respective journeys home continued, a cloud of reality began to descend over the euphoria and arousal that each felt. They well knew the consequences for those caught in such behavior.

Despite their fears, Cecilia and Abel continued to meet once a week as they fell more deeply in love and lust. Their spot was just off the Jenkins’ property down a trail that ran beside a creek. Abel began bringing a blanket to their sessions. After a few weeks, clothes were shed as their repressed sexual natures became unleashed. The pair realized that they were close to making love like husband and wife. Abel wracked his brain for a way to tell his parents that he wanted to break off the courtship with Maggie.

Cecilia had to concoct excuses to get away for her meetings with Abel, even enlisting the help of her younger sister. Eighteen-year-old Mary Ellen was a lovely girl, known for her adorable face, sweet personality, and many friends. She was not quite as tall as Cecilia, with blue eyes and lighter brown hair down to her shoulders. Mary Ellen knew the relationship with Abel was wrong, but she loved Cecilia and wanted to help in any way possible. The younger Jenkins sister had her own object of desire, Caleb Johnson, but she fretted that he would marry before she could even begin courting. Fortunately, her father had signaled that he might be more lenient with Mary Ellen.

2

To most observers, Maggie Wainwright and Abel Smith would have been a fine match. While her family was not as prominent as Abel’s, they still carried political weight in the district and were wealthy from their business endeavors. Maggie had noticed that Abel was distant during their courtship meetings. She was more forward than most girls and tried steal kisses during their time together, draping her lithe body across his, though the advances were rebuffed by Abel. In truth, her parents were not concerned with the all encompassing religious and moral aspects of their community, other than for their own purposes. They were all too willing to let their daughter push the boundaries of the courting ritual to ensure the right marriage.

One day, Maggie noticed Abel talking to Cecilia outside the Edwards’ store with a huge smile on his face. Later, she saw him headed out of town in the opposite direction from his home carrying a rolled up blanket, and her suspicions grew.

Maggie had her own horse and quickly retrieved it to follow Abel. As he passed the Jenkins farm and veered off the main road toward the creek trail, Maggie dismounted and tied up the horse to follow on foot. A few minutes later, she came upon a scene that made her blood turn cold. Abel and Cecilia were wrapped in a passionate embrace. Cecilia’s dress was off and the shirtless Abel had his face buried between her breasts. She could tell that they were stroking each other’s privates. Maggie was consumed by rage that her intended was defiling himself with someone so common. She stomped off toward her horse.

Maggie’s father rushed into the room when he heard his daughter crying and telling her mother about the affair. They quickly convened a meeting with Reverend Stringfellow and the sheriff to report the desecration of Abel and Maggie’s courtship. The lofty position of Abel’s family was a short term advantage to the wayward couple, as Sheriff Bailey was unwilling to act in a hasty manner based on Maggie’s accusation. He let the Wainwrights know that he would check into things and provide an update. The reverend agreed with this approach. Maggie knew that if Abel had been a farm boy, the authorities would already be making plans for their public floggings. She wanted Abel and Cecilia to pay!

After a few days, the Wainwrights were growing impatient with the lack of action. Sheriff Bailey was still hesitant about knocking over a hornet’s nest involving the Smith family, but he decided to pay a visit to the Edwards’ store to size up Cecilia. He discovered that she had already left for the day because she was supposedly needed at home. Sheriff Bailey decided to ride out to the Jenkins’ farm.

About an hour before the sheriff’s visit to the store, Maggie once again noticed Abel headed out of town with his blanket. He and Cecilia had made a fool of her. Maggie sulked for a while, and then she decided to break up their little party herself. Unbeknownst to Maggie, the sheriff was headed to the same location.

3

After the sheriff visited their house, Mary Ellen was desperately trying to beat him the spot where she knew Cecilia and Abel met. As she ran, she glanced back through the shrubs along the creek and saw that the lawman was about to turn onto the main trail, gaining ground with his horse at a trot. Mary Ellen hid in the woods and waited for him to get closer. As he rode up, she popped out and said, “Oh hello Sheriff Bailey, what are you doing out this way?”

“Well I was actually looking for Cecilia, and your father was trying to find you at the house a short while ago.” The sheriff saw that Mary Ellen was flushed and sweating. “You look like you have been exerting yourself young lady.”

“Well I was just taking a stroll along the creek and it’s so warm. Cecilia’s over on the other side of the property picking berries. If you go back by the house and away from the main road you should find her.”

As Mary Ellen and the sheriff spoke, Abel and Cecilia kissed passionately, unaware of the danger nearby. Cecilia was on her back, naked except for underwear pulled down to mid-thigh as Abel probed her drenched sex with his fingers. She arched her hips in ecstasy to press into his touch, grasping his manhood tightly. Abel reached down and slipped Cecilia’s panties off her long legs, which she opened in preparation for their first time to make love.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled them as Maggie crashed through the woods on her horse. She dismounted quickly and began to pound Abel with a billy club she kept for protection. Maggie cursed at the dazed boy, and Cecilia scrambled to cover herself.

The commotion drew the attention of the sheriff, and Mary Ellen’s heart sank. As the he spurred his horse forward, Cecilia and Maggie emerged from the woods down the trail struggling over the club. Maggie slipped over the edge of the creek bank as they wrestled for control.

Sheriff Bailey saw that the breathless Cecilia was dressed in only panties and a thin white top with no bra. Despite being engaged in his duties, the sheriff immediately admired her hardened nipples and soft breasts barely disguised by the chemise. Maggie was lying unconscious in the ditch, her head smashed against a rock. Over in the woods, Abel had risen to his feet. He hung his head at the sight of the sheriff.

They retrieved Maggie from the ditch and all headed for the Jenkins’ farm. The girls’ parents made them kneel in the front yard as the sheriff explained what just happened, while Abel was made to stay at a safe distance. Bartholomew and Agnes could not look at their daughters as the girls wept and admitted to everything.

The youngest Jenkins boy, Amos, quickly rode to town to fetch the doctor and Maggie’s parents. While the doctor recommended that she not be moved, the Wainwrights refused to have Maggie stay at the farm. Before they left, Mr. Wainwright threatened Abel, and the two had to be separated by the sheriff.

The Jenkins sisters and Abel were placed under arrest and escorted back to town by Sheriff Bailey. The young trio walked in silence, but Cecilia began to cry as they passed the tree where she and Abel first kissed. The couple knew they were in deep trouble. Mary Ellen would likely face consequences too. All three were placed in the jail to await trial.

4

Judge Hiram Albert had been on the bench many years and was no stranger to political pressure. With this situation, he found the Smiths and the Wainwrights to be insufferable. News of the scandal had spread like wildfire through the district in just a few days, and now the pressure was being brought to bear.

The Smiths had enlisted the assistance of Reverend Stringfellow, normally a staunch advocate of floggings for any violations of courtship laws, to suggest an alternative punishment for Abel. The youth would instead be forced to leave town to serve in the country’s navy for several years until this debacle was somewhat forgotten.

The reverend felt that it was important to send a message, especially considering that Abel would not be whipped, and insisted that Cecilia Jenkins receive well beyond the normal twenty-five lashes. He even suggested a severe corporal punishment for Mary Ellen, which was not standard given the facts of the situation. Often, punishments for offenses like hers were left to be delivered by parents under the sheriff’s supervision.

The Wainwrights were enraged and wanted Cecilia to be whipped and executed! Judge Albert firmly told them that a death sentence was inappropriate, though he knew Maggie could still take a turn for the worse. The Wainwrights also seemed to have an unjustified level of anger toward Mary Ellen, who they said should face the lash for covering up the affair.

Judge Albert later explained to Sheriff Bailey that he begrudgingly agreed to most of the requests. He had little leeway given the publicity of the scandal. The populous had to be reminded of the importance of the courting rules.

“Surely the punishment for the younger Jenkins daughter can be tempered,” Sheriff Bailey said. “I know that she lied, but she didn’t engage in any sexual deviance or violence herself. She’s a good girl.”

The judge sighed and said, “Mary Ellen will unfortunately suffer, but not nearly as much as her older sister. I fear that we may see the bones of Cecilia Jenkins’ back before that flogging is over. For her sake, it may be better if she doesn’t survive it. Such a shame. I hear she was a bright young woman.”

Abel was shortly released from jail and informed that he was going into the navy. He begged his parents to intercede on behalf of the sisters, which of course they had no intention of doing. Abel became defiant and said that it was wrong for him to escape punishment while Cecilia faced a public flogging. One night as the trial approached, two large brutes hired by Abel’s parents entered his room while he slept. He was bound and gagged before being placed in a coach headed for the naval squadron miles away on the coast.

TO BE CONTINUED…
Excellent opening. You really caught the 'small town' vibe well in your narrative.

And so while Abel is about to become a seaman :) - the girls and Amos awaiit a severe flogging! I'm looking forward to reading that!
 
5

The sisters’ appointed attorney wisely advised throwing themselves on the mercy of the court, since the facts of the case were not in dispute. He had no idea of the plans already put into motion for the girls’ sentences, not that it would have made a difference.

Cecilia knew that she would almost certainly be whipped on her bare back. The very idea of this ever happening to her was previously unfathomable. The attorney said that a public flogging of twenty-five lashes was standard for a female convicted of violations of the courting laws. She might also face a jail term for Maggie’s injury. Cecilia felt queasy and shut her eyes upon hearing the attorney actually the number of lashes out loud. It suddenly seemed real. She felt sweat break out beneath her arms and on her lower back.

Mary Ellen was afraid for her sister. During a trip to town with her father years ago, she had witnessed a topless young woman being flogged. Horrified by the scene, it became her greatest fear that she herself might someday suffer such a punishment. Now Cecilia would likely be the one tied to that same whipping post.

The attorney told the sisters that based on precedent, Mary Ellen might receive a birching over her underwear in the jail. She could even be released to her parents for a beating with a stiff rope across her shoulders with her dress lowered. Mary Ellen began to cry but tried to be brave considering what her sister was facing.

The courtroom was packed on the day of the trial, with Maggie’s parents sitting front and center. Abel, his parents, and the sisters’ parents were nowhere to be found. Cecilia noticed one of her brothers, Shane, and the Edwards sitting together with heads bowed.

Sheriff Bailey testified and recalled the timeline of the accusations, along with the events of the day he visited the Jenkins’ farm. Maggie’s parents testified to their embarrassment associated with the failed courtship and the widespread publicity. Mr. Wainwright was livid on the stand regarding his daughter’s injury.

Cecilia spoke for the sisters and addressed Judge Albert. In a meek voice, she took full responsibility for the relationship and said that she had seduced Abel, which was untrue. She begged mercy for Mary Ellen and pleaded to take her sister’s punishment as well. Cecilia apologized for her actions against Maggie, but stated that she was only trying to help Abel.

After a brief recess, Judge Albert returned and immediately ordered Cecilia to stand in cold tone that made her heart race.

“Cecilia Jenkins, you have been found guilty of crimes of sexual perversion, violation of our courtship laws, and assault with intent commit murder.”

Dread filled Cecilia’s body.

The judge continued, “I order that at noon in two days time you be stripped to the waist and receive fifty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on your bare back at the common whipping post of this town. Furthermore, you are sentenced to a term of five years in Thomas Prison, where you will be caned twenty strokes on your bare buttocks every other month.”

A collective gasp filled the courtroom. Mary Ellen gave a cry, and Cecilia collapsed to her knees, feeling like she had been kicked in the stomach. As a bailiff snatched Cecilia to her feet, Judge Albert intoned, “Be it known that if Maggie Wainwright passes away from her injuries during your incarceration, you will be immediately returned to this town’s whipping post to face another fifty lashes on your bare back, followed by death by hanging.”

Cecilia’s face was ashen as tears welled in her eyes. The room seemed to be spinning. Her attorney was in total disbelief and put his arm around her shoulders. “Your honor…,” he started, but the judge waved him off.

Judge Albert next ordered Mary Ellen to rise, and she stood sobbing on trembling knees. Cecilia gripped her hand.

“Mary Ellen Jenkins, you have been found guilty of aiding and abetting crimes of sexual perversion and violation of our courtship laws through dishonesty. Given that your crimes are not as severe as your sister’s, I order that your punishment be delivered in the jailhouse at noon tomorrow. You are hereby sentenced to twenty stokes of the medium paddle on your bare buttocks to be followed by twenty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on your bare back.

Terror filled Mary Ellen’s heart when she heard that she would be whipped. She wailed and covered her face with her hands as she slumped against her sister.

Mr. Wainwright jumped up and exclaimed that both floggings should be in public. Judge Albert banged his gavel and replied sharply, “I’ll have order in here Mr. Wainwright, damn you! Her punishment will be IN the jail!”

“Yes your honor,” said Mr. Wainwright, “I apologize for the outburst.”

The judge calmed himself and said, “As a further sentence, I am committing Mary Ellen Jenkins to the Wainwright family as an indentured servant for a term of two years. Unless you don’t wish this girl to serve your house sir?”

“No, thank you your honor,” replied Mr. Wainwright with a wicked gleam in his eye, “That would be most acceptable.”

“You will be allowed to attend the punishment tomorrow, Mr. Wainwright,” the judge said, obviously still annoyed.

Later, Mary Ellen sat devastated in her cell. Tears rolled down her face and her chin trembled. She had been so concerned about Cecilia’s sentence that she never considered that she might be whipped too.

There would be no punishment over her panties or from her parents. Her young breasts and buttocks would be bared in the jail tomorrow. She agonized at the thought that she might be left completely naked, the soft brown hair between her legs visible to all in the room.

Mary Ellen remembered the flogged woman she had seen with her father. Tomorrow her own greatest fear would be realized.

Down the row of cells, Cecilia felt that the world was collapsing on her. She had heard nothing from Abel, but knew had been released from jail. Was he facing a whipping too?

Horrible thoughts and doubt crept into her head. Not so long ago she had a family, a job, respect. Now she would be dragged before the whole town and bound to a whipping post, her naked breasts out, her back lashed while almost everyone she knew saw her lose her dignity.

How would she even survive the fifty lashes, not to mention the years of canings ahead? There would be six hundred strokes applied to her bare bottom if the five-year sentence was completed.

Her dear sister would now suffer a terrible punishment also. They had always been so close, playing games, helping on the farm, dreaming of their future lives. Now over the course of two days time both would go through a painful hell, stripped naked to their waists with their lovely backs flogged.
 
During a trip to town with her father years ago, she had witnessed a topless young woman being flogged.
Well damn. The best field trip I ever got was to an apple orchard with a corn maze. It was fun in its own way, I guess but still...
order that at noon in two days time you be stripped to the waist and receive fifty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on your bare back at the common whipping post of this town. Furthermore, you are sentenced to a term of five years in Thomas Prison, where you will be caned twenty strokes on your bare buttocks every other month.”
Inmates at Thomas Prison aren't always that well-fed but at least they can always count on some toasted buns :D
As a further sentence, I am committing Mary Ellen Jenkins to the Wainwright family as an indentured servant for a term of two years.
Oooh that sounds like it could be a story itself? Spinoff maybe?

I really like where this is headed!
 
Well damn. The best field trip I ever got was to an apple orchard with a corn maze. It was fun in its own way, I guess but still... Inmates at Thomas Prison aren't always that well-fed but at least they can always count on some toasted buns :D Oooh that sounds like it could be a story itself? Spinoff maybe? I really like where this is headed!
Thank you Mark! It’s picking up steam.
 
6

Caleb Johnson tossed and turned in fitful sleep. His beloved Mary Ellen would be brutalized by the paddle and the lash in a few hours. Caleb thought of their only moment truly alone together. In a room at the fellowship hall after graduation, he had made her laugh, and Mary Ellen unexpectedly threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to his. Holding her in his arms and taking in the scent of her hair, Caleb knew that he wanted this joyful girl in his life forever. Now his parents would never accept her as a suitable wife. More awful still, his own father was a judiciary official and would witness her punishment.

Early in the morning, Ezekiel Johnson entered his son’s room. He gravely informed Caleb that he would be attending as well. Mr. Johnson said, “Abel Smith escaped punishment because of his family’s status. You do not have that advantage, and viewing the fruits of Mary Ellen’s wickedness will be a lesson burned into your memory forever.”

“No father please!”, Caleb replied, “I can’t watch her suffer like that. I love her!”

Caleb’s father smacked him hard across the face. “You WILL be there for every stoke, and for every stoke given to her whore of a sister! If ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, you’ll get a beating from me that you won’t forget!”

•••

They came for Mary Ellen about ten minutes before noon. She stood up unsteadily, and the guards ordered her to strip to her panties. Mary Ellen hesitantly unbuttoned and lowered her dress, which slowly slipped to the ground. The guards stood in rapt silence as the girl raised her arms to lift her white chemise over her head, further revealing her nubile form.

Mary Ellen unhooked her bra with trembling hands, still in disbelief that this was happening. She blushed deeply as the straps slipped off her pretty shoulders, and the cups fell away. The guards were provided a glimpse of the small but pert breasts set high apart on her chest.

Mary Ellen quickly attempted to cover herself, bringing her arms straight up bent at the elbow. The guards leered at the tender skin between her breasts and over her smooth stomach. She felt their eyes boring through the front of her panties to her most intimate area. No man had ever seen her this exposed, but it would get much worse.

There was no need to bind Mary Ellen’s hands for the short walk to the punishment room. The guards clamped on to her upper arms, and she let out a short cry. Cecilia called out as her sister was led from her cell, but Mary Ellen did not respond. The only other prisoner on the row, a crusty old woman, cackled in delight and yelled to Cecilia, “Tomorrow it’s your turn Missy!”

When the door of the punishment room opened, Mary Ellen saw a whipping frame with a high crossbeam against the wall to her left and a long bench to her right. A burly mustachioed executioner waited shirtless with arms folded across his massive chest. Behind the equipment stood a row of eight men, including Judge Albert, Sheriff Bailey, and Mr. Wainwright. Shame overtook Mary Ellen when she saw Mr. Johnson among the group, but her knees went weak as her eyes met Caleb’s. She cried mournfully, “No! No! No! Not like this! Not in front of him!”

Mary Ellen sagged in the guards’ grip and twisted from side to side as she was led to the bench, exposing her pale breasts with their pink nipples to the room.

Caleb wept as Mary Ellen’s ankles were bound to one end of the bench with a heavy rope, and her arms were pulled out straight and tied to rings at the other. The clerk stepped forward and read from a sheet.

“We are met this day to see sentence passed on the body of Mary Ellen Jenkins. She will receive twenty stokes of the medium paddle on her bare buttocks to be followed by twenty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on her bare back. May this be a lesson to all those who follow a path of lawlessness.”

Mary Ellen was now quaking in fear and buried her red face between her arms. With a nod from Judge Albert, the executioner stepped forward and yanked her underwear down to her knees, which drew a muffled cry. The men marveled at the flawless skin of Mary Ellen’s soon to be marred back and buttocks, both on now on glorious display.

The paddle on the nearby table was two feet long, including the handle, and was about three-quarters of an inch thick. The executioner picked it up and swiftly brought it down on Mary Ellen’s behind with a vicious strike that sounded like a cannon shot. The girl bucked on the bench and let out a loud yelp, her head suddenly jerking upward. The clerk called out, “One”, as Mary Ellen gasped for breath and whimpered, shocked by the intensity of the searing pain spreading across her buttocks. The next several blows elicited the same reaction from the victim, but she became increasingly animated as the punishment continued.

By the tenth swat, Mary Ellen’s bottom was glowing red, and she howled in pain. It was not long before the top layer of skin on both of her cheeks had been beaten away by the thick paddle. Mary Ellen squealed, “God please stop!”, and thrashed on the bench, the ropes biting into her wrists as she strained.

Tiny red droplets were lofted as the paddle was raised for the last few strokes. When the instrument fell, the floor on both sides of the bench was sprinkled with blood.

The padding ended as Mary Ellen wept and groaned. Caleb sniffled several times, and Mr. Johnson harshly whispered for him to shut up. With another nod from the judge, the executioner pulled up Mary Ellen’s panties, which immediately began to spot with blood across the seat of the garment.

The guards loosened Mary Ellen’s bindings and yanked her roughly to her feet. Her head lolled backward in semi-consciousness, her face and body damp from the pain. As they moved toward the whipping frame, Mary Ellen’s alertness returned, and she cried out, “No, please don’t whip me! I’ll be good I promise. Please! Cecilia! Help me! CECILIA PLEASE HELP ME!!! DON’T LET THEM WHIP ME!!!

With the punishment room door being left open, Cecilia had tried to cover her ears to the sound of the paddling, but it was no use. Mary Ellen’s cries were now like a knife through her heart. She pounded the walls and floor of her cell in frustration. Cecilia called out, “I’m here Mary Ellen! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Mary Ellen’s legs were spread slightly, and her ankles were strapped separately to the bottom of the apparatus. Her wrists were stretched wide and tied to the crossbeam above her head. Mary Ellen’s hair was pinned up in a small bun revealing her delicate neck. The officials in the room, having witnessed many corporal punishments, were typically jaded to such proceedings. However, Mary Ellen’s simple beauty and innocence struck each of them as the girl begged for mercy.

Mr. Wainwright instead smirked as Mary Ellen was secured. Oh what he had in store for this little bitch once the indenture started.

Caleb, finally composing himself, had to admit that he was aroused by the sight of the girl he loved in this position. From his view, he could see her small upturned right breast, topped with a perfect nipple, rising and falling with Mary Ellen’s rapid breathing. He noticed the perspiration glistening in her soft armpit and trickling in tiny beads down her side. Her shapely arms and legs twitched in their restraints in anticipation of the first cut to her back.

Mary Ellen placed her forehead against the post and whispered, “No, no, no,” as if she could magically be transported away. The executioner now approached with his favorite implement, the cat o’ nine tails, laced throughout with barbs and hard knots. He had flogged untold backs during his more than thirty years of work, and his expertise was unrivaled.

The first lash struck across Mary Ellen’s back ending on her right shoulder blade, and she gave a blood curdling scream. She rose up on the balls of her bare feet, and her face turned sideways into the post away from the men. The executioner immediately drew blood with the second lash, as the ends of the whip cords caught the same shoulder, with the stroke trailing in a more downwardly direction. Four more lashes were viciously laid across the center of Mary Ellen’s back, followed by two just above her waistline and two across the shoulders. Whip strokes had wrapped around and gashed the girl’s ribs on her right side but had not struck her heaving breasts, something the executioner was determined to remedy as he took a drink of water and changed positions.

During the brief break Mary Ellen begged, “Please stop, please stop. God help me please!” Trickles of blood made it to the girl’s underwear and stained it red, adding to the large spots of crimson from her paddling. Working from the right, the executioner laid two hard lashes. The first caught Mary Ellen’s left shoulder blade and ended on the back of her bicep. The second curled perfectly around below her arm and raked the side of the left breast, a barb reaching to within millimeters of her areola. The girl screamed in agony and ground her forehead into the post, her upper body shaking violently and her hair matted with sweat.

The flogging continued with expertly laid lashes up and down the victim’s back. Blood was flowing freely, but the executioner knew he had to end with his special touch. Taking his time and picking just the right damaged spots, he delivered the last three lashes with an extra pop, each causing a small mist of blood to fill the air. Mary Ellen’s howl on the last stroke was primal, and she sagged against the post with her full body, having no strength left. The executioner smiled to himself in satisfaction.

The clerk announced that the punishment was concluded. Mary Ellen was released from the frame and placed face down on a stretcher to be transferred to the infirmary. As the group passed Cecilia’s cell, she shrieked at the sight of her sister’s torn back and bloodied panties. She repeatedly called after Mary Ellen, but the girl was lying still with her head turned to the side and eyes staring off into nothingness.

Throughout the afternoon, Mary Ellen’s screams from the infirmary nearly drove Cecilia to madness. Her wounds were being treated with brine and ointment to prevent infection, but it was a torturous process, and one that would have to be repeated for several days.

TO BE CONTINUED…
 
5

The sisters’ appointed attorney wisely advised throwing themselves on the mercy of the court, since the facts of the case were not in dispute. He had no idea of the plans already put into motion for the girls’ sentences, not that it would have made a difference.

Cecilia knew that she would almost certainly be whipped on her bare back. The very idea of this ever happening to her was previously unfathomable. The attorney said that a public flogging of twenty-five lashes was standard for a female convicted of violations of the courting laws. She might also face a jail term for Maggie’s injury. Cecilia felt queasy and shut her eyes upon hearing the attorney actually the number of lashes out loud. It suddenly seemed real. She felt sweat break out beneath her arms and on her lower back.

Mary Ellen was afraid for her sister. During a trip to town with her father years ago, she had witnessed a topless young woman being flogged. Horrified by the scene, it became her greatest fear that she herself might someday suffer such a punishment. Now Cecilia would likely be the one tied to that same whipping post.

The attorney told the sisters that based on precedent, Mary Ellen might receive a birching over her underwear in the jail. She could even be released to her parents for a beating with a stiff rope across her shoulders with her dress lowered. Mary Ellen began to cry but tried to be brave considering what her sister was facing.

The courtroom was packed on the day of the trial, with Maggie’s parents sitting front and center. Abel, his parents, and the sisters’ parents were nowhere to be found. Cecilia noticed one of her brothers, Shane, and the Edwards sitting together with heads bowed.

Sheriff Bailey testified and recalled the timeline of the accusations, along with the events of the day he visited the Jenkins’ farm. Maggie’s parents testified to their embarrassment associated with the failed courtship and the widespread publicity. Mr. Wainwright was livid on the stand regarding his daughter’s injury.

Cecilia spoke for the sisters and addressed Judge Albert. In a meek voice, she took full responsibility for the relationship and said that she had seduced Abel, which was untrue. She begged mercy for Mary Ellen and pleaded to take her sister’s punishment as well. Cecilia apologized for her actions against Maggie, but stated that she was only trying to help Abel.

After a brief recess, Judge Albert returned and immediately ordered Cecilia to stand in cold tone that made her heart race.

“Cecilia Jenkins, you have been found guilty of crimes of sexual perversion, violation of our courtship laws, and assault with intent commit murder.”

Dread filled Cecilia’s body.

The judge continued, “I order that at noon in two days time you be stripped to the waist and receive fifty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on your bare back at the common whipping post of this town. Furthermore, you are sentenced to a term of five years in Thomas Prison, where you will be caned twenty strokes on your bare buttocks every other month.”

A collective gasp filled the courtroom. Mary Ellen gave a cry, and Cecilia collapsed to her knees, feeling like she had been kicked in the stomach. As a bailiff snatched Cecilia to her feet, Judge Albert intoned, “Be it known that if Maggie Wainwright passes away from her injuries during your incarceration, you will be immediately returned to this town’s whipping post to face another fifty lashes on your bare back, followed by death by hanging.”

Cecilia’s face was ashen as tears welled in her eyes. The room seemed to be spinning. Her attorney was in total disbelief and put his arm around her shoulders. “Your honor…,” he started, but the judge waved him off.

Judge Albert next ordered Mary Ellen to rise, and she stood sobbing on trembling knees. Cecilia gripped her hand.

“Mary Ellen Jenkins, you have been found guilty of aiding and abetting crimes of sexual perversion and violation of our courtship laws through dishonesty. Given that your crimes are not as severe as your sister’s, I order that your punishment be delivered in the jailhouse at noon tomorrow. You are hereby sentenced to twenty stokes of the medium paddle on your bare buttocks to be followed by twenty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on your bare back.

Terror filled Mary Ellen’s heart when she heard that she would be whipped. She wailed and covered her face with her hands as she slumped against her sister.

Mr. Wainwright jumped up and exclaimed that both floggings should be in public. Judge Albert banged his gavel and replied sharply, “I’ll have order in here Mr. Wainwright, damn you! Her punishment will be IN the jail!”

“Yes your honor,” said Mr. Wainwright, “I apologize for the outburst.”

The judge calmed himself and said, “As a further sentence, I am committing Mary Ellen Jenkins to the Wainwright family as an indentured servant for a term of two years. Unless you don’t wish this girl to serve your house sir?”

“No, thank you your honor,” replied Mr. Wainwright with a wicked gleam in his eye, “That would be most acceptable.”

“You will be allowed to attend the punishment tomorrow, Mr. Wainwright,” the judge said, obviously still annoyed.

Later, Mary Ellen sat devastated in her cell. Tears rolled down her face and her chin trembled. She had been so concerned about Cecilia’s sentence that she never considered that she might be whipped too.

There would be no punishment over her panties or from her parents. Her young breasts and buttocks would be bared in the jail tomorrow. She agonized at the thought that she might be left completely naked, the soft brown hair between her legs visible to all in the room.

Mary Ellen remembered the flogged woman she had seen with her father. Tomorrow her own greatest fear would be realized.

Down the row of cells, Cecilia felt that the world was collapsing on her. She had heard nothing from Abel, but knew had been released from jail. Was he facing a whipping too?

Horrible thoughts and doubt crept into her head. Not so long ago she had a family, a job, respect. Now she would be dragged before the whole town and bound to a whipping post, her naked breasts out, her back lashed while almost everyone she knew saw her lose her dignity.

How would she even survive the fifty lashes, not to mention the years of canings ahead? There would be six hundred strokes applied to her bare bottom if the five-year sentence was completed.

Her dear sister would now suffer a terrible punishment also. They had always been so close, playing games, helping on the farm, dreaming of their future lives. Now over the course of two days time both would go through a painful hell, stripped naked to their waists with their lovely backs flogged.
The build up narrative is excellent. Tension mounting and as for Mary Ellen serving as an indentured servant at the Wainwright's House, well pure genius!
 
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Caleb Johnson tossed and turned in fitful sleep. His beloved Mary Ellen would be brutalized by the paddle and the lash in a few hours. Caleb thought of their only moment truly alone together. In a room at the fellowship hall after graduation, he had made her laugh, and Mary Ellen unexpectedly threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to his. Holding her in his arms and taking in the scent of her hair, Caleb knew that he wanted this joyful girl in his life forever. Now his parents would never accept her as a suitable wife. More awful still, his own father was a judiciary official and would witness her punishment.

Early in the morning, Ezekiel Johnson entered his son’s room. He gravely informed Caleb that he would be attending as well. Mr. Johnson said, “Abel Smith escaped punishment because of his family’s status. You do not have that advantage, and viewing the fruits of Mary Ellen’s wickedness will be a lesson burned into your memory forever.”

“No father please!”, Caleb replied, “I can’t watch her suffer like that. I love her!”

Caleb’s father smacked him hard across the face. “You WILL be there for every stoke, and for every stoke given to her whore of a sister! If ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, you’ll get a beating from me that you won’t forget!”

•••

They came for Mary Ellen about ten minutes before noon. She stood up unsteadily, and the guards ordered her to strip to her panties. Mary Ellen hesitantly unbuttoned and lowered her dress, which slowly slipped to the ground. The guards stood in rapt silence as the girl raised her arms to lift her white chemise over her head, further revealing her nubile form.

Mary Ellen unhooked her bra with trembling hands, still in disbelief that this was happening. She blushed deeply as the straps slipped off her pretty shoulders, and the cups fell away. The guards were provided a glimpse of the small but pert breasts set high apart on her chest.

Mary Ellen quickly attempted to cover herself, bringing her arms straight up bent at the elbow. The guards leered at the tender skin between her breasts and over her smooth stomach. She felt their eyes boring through the front of her panties to her most intimate area. No man had ever seen her this exposed, but it would get much worse.

There was no need to bind Mary Ellen’s hands for the short walk to the punishment room. The guards clamped on to her upper arms, and she let out a short cry. Cecilia called out as her sister was led from her cell, but Mary Ellen did not respond. The only other prisoner on the row, a crusty old woman, cackled in delight and yelled to Cecilia, “Tomorrow it’s your turn Missy!”

When the door of the punishment room opened, Mary Ellen saw a whipping frame with a high crossbeam against the wall to her left and a long bench to her right. A burly mustachioed executioner waited shirtless with arms folded across his massive chest. Behind the equipment stood a row of eight men, including Judge Albert, Sheriff Bailey, and Mr. Wainwright. Shame overtook Mary Ellen when she saw Mr. Johnson among the group, but her knees went weak as her eyes met Caleb’s. She cried mournfully, “No! No! No! Not like this! Not in front of him!”

Mary Ellen sagged in the guards’ grip and twisted from side to side as she was led to the bench, exposing her pale breasts with their pink nipples to the room.

Caleb wept as Mary Ellen’s ankles were bound to one end of the bench with a heavy rope, and her arms were pulled out straight and tied to rings at the other. The clerk stepped forward and read from a sheet.

“We are met this day to see sentence passed on the body of Mary Ellen Jenkins. She will receive twenty stokes of the medium paddle on her bare buttocks to be followed by twenty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on her bare back. May this be a lesson to all those who follow a path of lawlessness.”

Mary Ellen was now quaking in fear and buried her red face between her arms. With a nod from Judge Albert, the executioner stepped forward and yanked her underwear down to her knees, which drew a muffled cry. The men marveled at the flawless skin of Mary Ellen’s soon to be marred back and buttocks, both on now on glorious display.

The paddle on the nearby table was two feet long, including the handle, and was about three-quarters of an inch thick. The executioner picked it up and swiftly brought it down on Mary Ellen’s behind with a vicious strike that sounded like a cannon shot. The girl bucked on the bench and let out a loud yelp, her head suddenly jerking upward. The clerk called out, “One”, as Mary Ellen gasped for breath and whimpered, shocked by the intensity of the searing pain spreading across her buttocks. The next several blows elicited the same reaction from the victim, but she became increasingly animated as the punishment continued.

By the tenth swat, Mary Ellen’s bottom was glowing red, and she howled in pain. It was not long before the top layer of skin on both of her cheeks had been beaten away by the thick paddle. Mary Ellen squealed, “God please stop!”, and thrashed on the bench, the ropes biting into her wrists as she strained.

Tiny red droplets were lofted as the paddle was raised for the last few strokes. When the instrument fell, the floor on both sides of the bench was sprinkled with blood.

The padding ended as Mary Ellen wept and groaned. Caleb sniffled several times, and Mr. Johnson harshly whispered for him to shut up. With another nod from the judge, the executioner pulled up Mary Ellen’s panties, which immediately began to spot with blood across the seat of the garment.

The guards loosened Mary Ellen’s bindings and yanked her roughly to her feet. Her head lolled backward in semi-consciousness, her face and body damp from the pain. As they moved toward the whipping frame, Mary Ellen’s alertness returned, and she cried out, “No, please don’t whip me! I’ll be good I promise. Please! Cecilia! Help me! CECILIA PLEASE HELP ME!!! DON’T LET THEM WHIP ME!!!

With the punishment room door being left open, Cecilia had tried to cover her ears to the sound of the paddling, but it was no use. Mary Ellen’s cries were now like a knife through her heart. She pounded the walls and floor of her cell in frustration. Cecilia called out, “I’m here Mary Ellen! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Mary Ellen’s legs were spread slightly, and her ankles were strapped separately to the bottom of the apparatus. Her wrists were stretched wide and tied to the crossbeam above her head. Mary Ellen’s hair was pinned up in a small bun revealing her delicate neck. The officials in the room, having witnessed many corporal punishments, were typically jaded to such proceedings. However, Mary Ellen’s simple beauty and innocence struck each of them as the girl begged for mercy.

Mr. Wainwright instead smirked as Mary Ellen was secured. Oh what he had in store for this little bitch once the indenture started.

Caleb, finally composing himself, had to admit that he was aroused by the sight of the girl he loved in this position. From his view, he could see her small upturned right breast, topped with a perfect nipple, rising and falling with Mary Ellen’s rapid breathing. He noticed the perspiration glistening in her soft armpit and trickling in tiny beads down her side. Her shapely arms and legs twitched in their restraints in anticipation of the first cut to her back.

Mary Ellen placed her forehead against the post and whispered, “No, no, no,” as if she could magically be transported away. The executioner now approached with his favorite implement, the cat o’ nine tails, laced throughout with barbs and hard knots. He had flogged untold backs during his more than thirty years of work, and his expertise was unrivaled.

The first lash struck across Mary Ellen’s back ending on her right shoulder blade, and she gave a blood curdling scream. She rose up on the balls of her bare feet, and her face turned sideways into the post away from the men. The executioner immediately drew blood with the second lash, as the ends of the whip cords caught the same shoulder, with the stroke trailing in a more downwardly direction. Four more lashes were viciously laid across the center of Mary Ellen’s back, followed by two just above her waistline and two across the shoulders. Whip strokes had wrapped around and gashed the girl’s ribs on her right side but had not struck her heaving breasts, something the executioner was determined to remedy as he took a drink of water and changed positions.

During the brief break Mary Ellen begged, “Please stop, please stop. God help me please!” Trickles of blood made it to the girl’s underwear and stained it red, adding to the large spots of crimson from her paddling. Working from the right, the executioner laid two hard lashes. The first caught Mary Ellen’s left shoulder blade and ended on the back of her bicep. The second curled perfectly around below her arm and raked the side of the left breast, a barb reaching to within millimeters of her areola. The girl screamed in agony and ground her forehead into the post, her upper body shaking violently and her hair matted with sweat.

The flogging continued with expertly laid lashes up and down the victim’s back. Blood was flowing freely, but the executioner knew he had to end with his special touch. Taking his time and picking just the right damaged spots, he delivered the last three lashes with an extra pop, each causing a small mist of blood to fill the air. Mary Ellen’s howl on the last stroke was primal, and she sagged against the post with her full body, having no strength left. The executioner smiled to himself in satisfaction.

The clerk announced that the punishment was concluded. Mary Ellen was released from the frame and placed face down on a stretcher to be transferred to the infirmary. As the group passed Cecilia’s cell, she shrieked at the sight of her sister’s torn back and bloodied panties. She repeatedly called after Mary Ellen, but the girl was lying still with her head turned to the side and eyes staring off into nothingness.

Throughout the afternoon, Mary Ellen’s screams from the infirmary nearly drove Cecilia to madness. Her wounds were being treated with brine and ointment to prevent infection, but it was a torturous process, and one that would have to be repeated for several days.

TO BE CONTINUED…
Looking forward to the next chapter ...
 
EXCELLENT chapter, Ramon!

They came for Mary Ellen about ten minutes before noon. She stood up unsteadily, and the guards ordered her to strip to her panties. Mary Ellen hesitantly unbuttoned and lowered her dress, which slowly slipped to the ground. The guards stood in rapt silence as the girl raised her arms to lift her white chemise over her head, further revealing her nubile form.

Mary Ellen unhooked her bra with trembling hands, still in disbelief that this was happening. She blushed deeply as the straps slipped off her pretty shoulders, and the cups fell away. The guards were provided a glimpse of the small but pert breasts set high apart on her chest.
Rookie mistake. You needn't bother to wear a bra to your public flogging.
Mary Ellen sagged in the guards’ grip and The paddle on the nearby table was two feet long, including the handle, and was about three-quarters of an inch thick. The executioner picked it up and swiftly brought it down on Mary Ellen’s behind with a vicious strike that sounded like a cannon shot. The girl bucked on the bench and let out a loud yelp, her head suddenly jerking upward. The clerk called out, “One”, as Mary Ellen gasped for breath and whimpered, shocked by the intensity of the searing pain spreading across her buttocks. The next several blows elicited the same reaction from the victim, but she became increasingly animated as the punishment continued.

By the tenth swat, Mary Ellen’s bottom was glowing red, and she howled in pain. It was not long before the top layer of skin on both of her cheeks had been beaten away by the thick paddle. Mary Ellen squealed, “God please stop!”, and thrashed on the bench, the ropes biting into her wrists as she strained.

Tiny red droplets were lofted as the paddle was raised for the last few strokes. When the instrument fell, the floor on both sides of the bench was sprinkled with blood.

The padding ended as Mary Ellen wept and groaned. Caleb sniffled several times, and Mr. Johnson harshly whispered for him to shut up.
Cryin' about a paddlin'?
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With another nod from the judge, the executioner pulled up Mary Ellen’s panties, which immediately began to spot with blood across the seat of the garment.

The guards loosened Mary Ellen’s bindings and yanked her roughly to her feet. Her head lolled backward in semi-consciousness, her face and body damp from the pain. As they moved toward the whipping frame, Mary Ellen’s alertness returned, and she cried out, “No, please don’t whip me! I’ll be good I promise. Please! Cecilia! Help me! CECILIA PLEASE HELP ME!!! DON’T LET THEM WHIP ME!!!

With the punishment room door being left open, Cecilia had tried to cover her ears to the sound of the paddling, but it was no use. Mary Ellen’s cries were now like a knife through her heart. She pounded the walls and floor of her cell in frustration. Cecilia called out, “I’m here Mary Ellen! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
This is beautifully heartstring-tugging, but wouldn't it have been better to make Cecelia watch?
Mary Ellen’s legs were spread slightly, and her ankles were strapped separately to the bottom of the apparatus. Her wrists were stretched wide and tied to the crossbeam above her head. Mary Ellen’s hair was pinned up in a small bun revealing her delicate neck. The officials in the room, having witnessed many corporal punishments, were typically jaded to such proceedings. However, Mary Ellen’s simple beauty and innocence struck each of them as the girl begged for mercy.

Mr. Wainwright instead smirked as Mary Ellen was secured. Oh what he had in store for this little bitch once the indenture started.

Caleb, finally composing himself, had to admit that he was aroused by the sight of the girl he loved in this position. From his view, he could see her small upturned right breast, topped with a perfect nipple, rising and falling with Mary Ellen’s rapid breathing. He noticed the perspiration glistening in her soft armpit and trickling in tiny beads down her side. Her shapely arms and legs twitched in their restraints in anticipation of the first cut to her back.

Mary Ellen placed her forehead against the post and whispered, “No, no, no,” as if she could magically be transported away. The executioner now approached with his favorite implement, the cat o’ nine tails, laced throughout with barbs and hard knots. He had flogged untold backs during his more than thirty years of work, and his expertise was unrivaled.

The first lash struck across Mary Ellen’s back ending on her right shoulder blade, and she gave a blood curdling scream. She rose up on the balls of her bare feet, and her face turned sideways into the post away from the men. The executioner immediately drew blood with the second lash, as the ends of the whip cords caught the same shoulder, with the stroke trailing in a more downwardly direction. Four more lashes were viciously laid across the center of Mary Ellen’s back, followed by two just above her waistline and two across the shoulders. Whip strokes had wrapped around and gashed the girl’s ribs on her right side but had not struck her heaving breasts, something the executioner was determined to remedy as he took a drink of water and changed positions.

During the brief break Mary Ellen begged, “Please stop, please stop. God help me please!” Trickles of blood made it to the girl’s underwear and stained it red, adding to the large spots of crimson from her paddling. Working from the right, the executioner laid two hard lashes. The first caught Mary Ellen’s left shoulder blade and ended on the back of her bicep. The second curled perfectly around below her arm and raked the side of the left breast, a barb reaching to within millimeters of her areola. The girl screamed in agony and ground her forehead into the post, her upper body shaking violently and her hair matted with sweat.

The flogging continued with expertly laid lashes up and down the victim’s back. Blood was flowing freely, but the executioner knew he had to end with his special touch. Taking his time and picking just the right damaged spots, he delivered the last three lashes with an extra pop, each causing a small mist of blood to fill the air. Mary Ellen’s howl on the last stroke was primal, and she sagged against the post with her full body, having no strength left. The executioner smiled to himself in satisfaction.

The clerk announced that the punishment was concluded. Mary Ellen was released from the frame and placed face down on a stretcher to be transferred to the infirmary. As the group passed Cecilia’s cell, she shrieked at the sight of her sister’s torn back and bloodied panties. She repeatedly called after Mary Ellen, but the girl was lying still with her head turned to the side and eyes staring off into nothingness.

Throughout the afternoon, Mary Ellen’s screams from the infirmary nearly drove Cecilia to madness. Her wounds were being treated with brine and ointment to prevent infection, but it was a torturous process, and one that would have to be repeated for several days.

TO BE CONTINUED…
These punishments were detailed wonderfully, extremely vivid and a joy (well, kind of a sick joy ;) ) to read!

Very much looking forward to Cecelia's lashes.
 
Thank you!!! I enjoyed working on this one the most.

Yes, it is sad that Cecilia didn’t get to watch, but she’s got enough on her plate already!

I appreciate the kind comments!


EXCELLENT chapter, Ramon!


Rookie mistake. You needn't bother to wear a bra to your public flogging.

Cryin' about a paddlin'?
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This is beautifully heartstring-tugging, but wouldn't it have been better to make Cecelia watch?

These punishments were detailed wonderfully, extremely vivid and a joy (well, kind of a sick joy ;) ) to read!

Very much looking forward to Cecelia's lashes.
 
7

When quiet filled the jail that evening, Cecilia fell into an exhausted sleep. Suddenly, she was awakened by the slam of a door. When she looked up, her father stood in the darkness outside her cell.

“Daddy where have you been?”, Cecilia sobbed. “Have you seen what they did to poor Mary Ellen? Please help us! I may be whipped to death tomorrow!”

“You and your sister deserve everything your are getting right now and more,” Bartholomew replied. “Do you realize how many lives you have ruined including your own? The Wainwright girl could have died! If the sheriff had not taken you away, I would have peeled the skin from your hides myself. Did you know that your lover ran away to the navy to save himself? Was any of it worth it?”

Cecilia could barely talk after hearing the news about Abel. She squeaked, “Daddy please help us, please. I’m sorry. Do you know what they are going to do to me?”

“You did this yourselves. Once your sister has completed her indenture, she will be welcomed back to our family. I do not want to see YOU again.” With that, Bartholomew left Cecilia collapsed on the floor of her cell.

The next morning, Cecilia could hear the steady arrival of people outside the jail. They wanted to see her comeuppance. About mid-morning, Cecilia was allowed received a brief visit from Shane.

“How is Momma?”

“She’s in bad shape and barely gets out of bed,” Shane said. “I hear her calling Mary Ellen’s name. Dad hardly talks to anyone. Why’d you do it Sis?”

“I was in love. I thought Abel was special, but he ran away to the navy. He didn’t even try to contact me, and now I’m going to be whipped. Oh my God!”

Shane stuck his hand through the cell bars and grasped Cecilia’s, “Abel didn’t run away. His parents intervened and he was taken unwillingly.”

A smile crossed Cecilia’s face through her tears. At least this might help sustain her through the coming ordeal.

“Tell Mary Ellen how much I always loved her and how sorry I am. Tell Momma I’m sorry.”

“I will. God be with you,” said Shane as he was escorted out.

A short while later, four guards appeared and opened Cecilia’s cell. The prisoner down the hall began loudly imitating the sounds of whip lashes and screams of pain. Cecilia’s heart pounded as she removed her clothes. Like her sister, she tried to cover herself, but her breasts were larger, allowing the guards a nice view of the tops, outsides, and rounded bottoms of her firm young orbs.

Cecilia’s wrists were bound in front of her with a cord. When the group reached the first floor of the jail, large double doors swung open, and a murmur swept the crowd. Cecilia stepped out into the hot sun and stifling humidity. The people stared at her silently as she walked through an opening in the crowd prepared by the guards. Cecilia looked straight ahead trying to be strong, but tears were already prickling her eyes. She kept her arms in front of her breasts, but soon it wouldn’t matter.

As they approached the platform with the whipping post, Cecilia realized that stands had been brought in to hold dignitaries for the event. The Wainwrights, including Maggie looking sickly under a shade, sat in the first row. Maggie brightened with a look of victory when she saw her nemesis humbled and stripped to the waist for punishment.

Cecilia’s resolve began to crack after she saw the gloating Maggie and the platform stained with blood from previous whippings. The large post on which she would be broken loomed over her, and Cecilia suddenly began to thrash about wildly trying to escape.

“I can’t be whipped! I can’t be whipped! Please! Please! Mercy!”, Cecilia cried. All her bravery and remorse displayed during the trial had been drained away. Mr. Wainwright and Maggie chuckled as Cecilia’s wrists were tied with ropes and pulled tight, forcing her to her tip toes. Leather straps were tied around her thighs and ankles, which secured her to the post with little hope of movement. As with her sister, her long hair was pinned up into a bun to avoid interference with the lash.

The clerk, seated in a row with Judge Albert, Sheriff Bailey, and Mr. Johnson, rose and again read from a sheet of paper.

“We are met this day to see sentence passed on the body of Cecilia Jenkins. She will receive fifty lashes of the nine-tailed cat on her bare back. May this be a lesson to all those who follow a path of lawlessness.”

At the clerk’s words, Cecilia again pleaded for mercy, her pale body already slick with perspiration. The executioner, well rested from Mary Ellen’s punishment a day earlier, approached and measured the distance to Cecilia’s gleaming back. Being thinner than Mary Ellen, her shoulder blades were sharper, and the outlines of her spine and ribcage were more visible. The executioner resolved to expose them.

The first lash sent Cecilia into a spasm of pain, and a sharp scream echoed across the square. Her tear streaked face dropped as she realized that this was far worse than she ever imaged. Cecilia wished that she had never stepped foot off the family farm. What a fool she had been! Her thoughts came in flashes interrupted by searing pain and gasps for air.

The executioner quickly stripped the skin from Cecilia’s upper back, and blood was was pouring downward. He would now send her reeling with the fifteenth lash, which curled around her body and into her right breast with its dark pink nipple and areola. Cecilia wailed, “God no! God no!” The next lash was high on the same side, with the tendrils of the cat expertly wrapping around her bicep and raking her damp underarm. Despite her bonds, Cecilia seemed to climb the pole in pain with a howl that increased in volume as it continued. Through twentieth lash, the executioner continued to work Cecilia’s right side, dragging the barbs with each stroke. He briefly rested and refreshed himself with water.

Cecilia’s left shoulder blade and the area just below it were targeted next. The executioner ensured that the same spot was damaged repeatedly, so that with a flourish on the thirtieth lash his signature mist of blood sprayed forth. Cecilia was shaking and moaning constantly now, but the next five hard lashes across the small of her back brought out load screams, and the victim sagged unconscious in her bonds.

The top of Cecilia’s white panties were soaked in crimson, and blood had also splattered on the surrounding platform. Now with thirty-five lashes gone, Sheriff Bailey gave a questioning look to Judge Albert, intimating that the punishment might be stopped. The judge thought for a moment and slightly shook his head. The executioner took another small break and went to his bag for the smelling salts.

In her unconscious state, Cecilia had drifted far from the whipping post. She was waiting in the woods for Abel, so excited for their meeting she could hardly stand still. Suddenly, her dream world disappeared and it felt like someone had burned her back. Her arms were being pulled from their sockets, and she saw her purple hands bound with rope above her head. “No! No!”, Cecilia cried. “Abel, oh please!”

The executioner jerked Cecilia’s head back by her hair. “Abel’s not here bitch. He’ll soon be fucking some diseased whore in the next port. Looks like that’s where you’re headed too, if you can survive the rest of this beating!”

“Now, now, Tom,” Judge Albert gently admonished the executioner, calling him by his first name after years of close partnership.

Maggie wondered how this could get any better. Cecilia, who stole Abel away, half naked, bleeding, and calling his name in agony. No decent man would want her now. Maggie thought of Cecilia breasts with Abel’s face between them. Now they were perched on either side of a whipping post in front of hundreds of people.

Cecilia hung her head, then cast her face skyward and called out, “God help me”, several times in succession. Her pleading was broken by a scream as the next lash bit into the middle of her back with a wet crack. The executioner concentrated there until he was ready for the final assault of ten lashes, which would bring Cecilia pain that she never thought possible.

The next two lashes wrapped around to rip her left breast and stomach. Cecilia had to be revived with smelling salts again before the last 8 lashes were delivered. Like a painter putting the final strokes on a masterpiece, the executioner drew splatters of blood, stripping away the last remaining skin in his desired spots. Cecilia’s face was so red and contorted with pain that she was barely recognizable.

As guards approached to release the ropes, Judge Albert nudged Sheriff Bailey and half pointed to Cecilia. Small spots of bone from the girl’s left shoulder blade, spine, and right ribcage were visible. The rest of her back was covered with blood and ragged flesh. The clerk announced the conclusion of the punishment.

TO BE CONTINUED…
 
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