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The Trials and Tribulations of Lady Barbara Moore

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Day 5 … venue change

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Lady Moore's ship was waylaid on her trip to her new plantation in the Caribbean … she and her entourage of servants captured.

But moments after boarding the pirate vessel, in her typical feisty fashion, she insulted the captain and crew, threatening to be sure that they would be hung if they didn't place her safely ashore.

Unfortunately for her, this pirate was a deserter from the Royal Navy, one who was quite familiar with maritime traditions of corporal punishment for insubordination. He decided to spare her the cat o nine tails....showing his brand of "mercy" by sentencing her to a mere twenty lashes with the single tail.

Of course, her lacerated back would be doused with a bucket of sea water afterwards and she'd remain in place until sunset. He was quite sure this would cure Milady's haughty attitude and help her realize her new reality.

If not, there was always the cat 'o nine tails..... *


* Harsh Martinet
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 5 … venue change

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Lady Moore's ship was waylaid on her trip to her new plantation in the Caribbean … she and her entourage of servants captured.

But moments after boarding the pirate vessel, in her typical feisty fashion, she insulted the captain and crew, threatening to be sure that they would be hung if they didn't place her safely ashore.

Unfortunately for her, this pirate was a deserter from the Royal Navy, one who was quite familiar with maritime traditions of corporal punishment for insubordination. He decided to spare her the cat o nine tails....showing his brand of "mercy" by sentencing her to a mere twenty lashes with the single tail.

Of course, her lacerated back would be doused with a bucket of sea water afterwards and she'd remain in place until sunset. He was quite sure this would cure Milady's haughty attitude and help her realize her new reality.

If not, there was always the cat 'o nine tails..... *


* Harsh Martinet
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Lady Moore’s descent into hell is very beautiful... step by step... very exciting
 
Day 6 (change of venue again)

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"You dared to think you could continue to defame me with that slanderous tongue of yours? Well, today you're going to pay the price for spewing these malicious lies and defaming my character.

The entire city is turning out to witness your humiliation in the main plaza. They're curious, as I am, to see how such a lady of quality will perform when she's stripped completely naked to her hips, breasts bared, to receive eighty lashes upon her lovely back, whipped like a common peasant whore. It shall be quite a different dance than what you're used to. Oh, I nearly forgot to inform you, I've paid the executioners to insure they wrap a few lashes to your front as well, Consider it a reward for those especially ugly rumors you spread about me.

So Milady, enough idle chatter on my part. We mustn't keep you waiting. I'm sure you're quite anxious for the festivities to begin....and you must be getting cold, judging by how turgid those nipples of yours are becoming. They'll make such fine targets!

So, hurry along, the guards will escort you to the street. Sadly there won't be a fine carriage to take you to the square. I'm afraid you'll have walk the entire way, your wrists secured to the back of the cart which will pull you along....very slowly so that you may enjoy the adulation of the throngs lining the route.

Of course, I myself WILL be conveyed to the plaza in my own carriage. I'll arrive a bit before you to take my place in the stands. You'll surely recognize most of the people gathered with me, friends and acquaintances of yours I believe. I most certainly don't want to miss any of the eighty lashes you'll be given....or one note of the song I'm sure you'll be singing. Ta-taa my dear" *

* My Martinet
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 6 (change of venue again)

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"You dared to think you could continue to defame me with that slanderous tongue of yours? Well, today you're going to pay the price for spewing these malicious lies and defaming my character.

The entire city is turning out to witness your humiliation in the main plaza. They're curious, as I am, to see how such a lady of quality will perform when she's stripped completely naked to her hips, breasts bared, to receive eighty lashes upon her lovely back, whipped like a common peasant whore. It shall be quite a different dance than what you're used to. Oh, I nearly forgot to inform you, I've paid the executioners to insure they wrap a few lashes to your front as well, Consider it a reward for those especially ugly rumors you spread about me.

So Milady, enough idle chatter on my part. We mustn't keep you waiting. I'm sure you're quite anxious for the festivities to begin....and you must be getting cold, judging by how turgid those nipples of yours are becoming. They'll make such fine targets!

So, hurry along, the guards will escort you to the street. Sadly there won't be a fine carriage to take you to the square. I'm afraid you'll have walk the entire way, your wrists secured to the back of the cart which will pull you along....very slowly so that you may enjoy the adulation of the throngs lining the route.

Of course, I myself WILL be conveyed to the plaza in my own carriage. I'll arrive a bit before you to take my place in the stands. You'll surely recognize most of the people gathered with me, friends and acquaintances of yours I believe. I most certainly don't want to miss any of the eighty lashes you'll be given....or one note of the song I'm sure you'll be singing. Ta-taa my dear" *

* My Martinet
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…eighty lashes in public… a real spectacle!
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 5 … venue change

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Lady Moore's ship was waylaid on her trip to her new plantation in the Caribbean … she and her entourage of servants captured.

But moments after boarding the pirate vessel, in her typical feisty fashion, she insulted the captain and crew, threatening to be sure that they would be hung if they didn't place her safely ashore.

Unfortunately for her, this pirate was a deserter from the Royal Navy, one who was quite familiar with maritime traditions of corporal punishment for insubordination. He decided to spare her the cat o nine tails....showing his brand of "mercy" by sentencing her to a mere twenty lashes with the single tail.

Of course, her lacerated back would be doused with a bucket of sea water afterwards and she'd remain in place until sunset. He was quite sure this would cure Milady's haughty attitude and help her realize her new reality.

If not, there was always the cat 'o nine tails..... *


* Harsh Martinet
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Or the tarred rope`s end across her tight little as she kisses the gunner`s daughter.
 
Barbaria1 said:
So, hurry along, the guards will escort you to the street. Sadly there won't be a fine carriage to take you to the square. I'm afraid you'll have walk the entire way, your wrists secured to the back of the cart which will pull you along....very slowly so that you may enjoy the adulation of the throngs lining the route.

Of course, I myself WILL be conveyed to the plaza in my own carriage. I'll arrive a bit before you to take my place in the stands. You'll surely recognize most of the people gathered with me, friends and acquaintances of yours I believe. I most certainly don't want to miss any of the eighty lashes you'll be given....or one note of the song I'm sure you'll be singing. Ta-taa my dear" *

* My Martinet
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Lady Barbara projects bold confidence before she is flogged in the square. Will it hold up when she feels the leather kiss of the whip?!?!?!
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 6 (change of venue again)

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"You dared to think you could continue to defame me with that slanderous tongue of yours? Well, today you're going to pay the price for spewing these malicious lies and defaming my character.

The entire city is turning out to witness your humiliation in the main plaza. They're curious, as I am, to see how such a lady of quality will perform when she's stripped completely naked to her hips, breasts bared, to receive eighty lashes upon her lovely back, whipped like a common peasant whore. It shall be quite a different dance than what you're used to. Oh, I nearly forgot to inform you, I've paid the executioners to insure they wrap a few lashes to your front as well, Consider it a reward for those especially ugly rumors you spread about me.

So Milady, enough idle chatter on my part. We mustn't keep you waiting. I'm sure you're quite anxious for the festivities to begin....and you must be getting cold, judging by how turgid those nipples of yours are becoming. They'll make such fine targets!

So, hurry along, the guards will escort you to the street. Sadly there won't be a fine carriage to take you to the square. I'm afraid you'll have walk the entire way, your wrists secured to the back of the cart which will pull you along....very slowly so that you may enjoy the adulation of the throngs lining the route.

Of course, I myself WILL be conveyed to the plaza in my own carriage. I'll arrive a bit before you to take my place in the stands. You'll surely recognize most of the people gathered with me, friends and acquaintances of yours I believe. I most certainly don't want to miss any of the eighty lashes you'll be given....or one note of the song I'm sure you'll be singing. Ta-taa my dear" *

* My Martinet
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The poor bitch Moore…the only thing licking those breasts from now on shall be made of leather!
 
Day 7

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The shackles on her ankles chafed painfully as she waited nervously for the guards to come and take her to the courtyard. She could hear the voices of the crowd of onlookers growing louder in anticipation of the spectacle they had gathered to witness.

It wasn't everyday that a high born lady of quality was publicly punished. And rarely if ever was the sentence one of such severity and humiliation! But milady's crimes of adultery and utterances of slander were deemed serious enough to warrant these harsh measures.

Of course, there were also many powerful men AND women who quite willing to influence the judges, very pleased to see this haughty high-born woman suffer and be shamed.

And so it would be....Lady Moore was to be mounted on a wooden horse, one especially built for the occasion. A line of wicked little sawteeth, their tips slightly rounded, topped the narrow apex. They would assure the maximum discomfort of her most intimate anatomy.

The horse was also of sufficient height that her legs would dangle freely, her toes unable to gain any purchase with the platform planks, forcing her to bear the full weight of her body on the wedge. Her terrible burden would be increased by heavy iron balls secured to the shackled ankles as well as an oaken yoke tightly embracing her neck and wrists. The duration was to be four turns of the glass.

Such a ride would in itself be an agonizing ordeal but there was yet one more punishment to be carried out. Milady was to be whipped while astride her "steed"!

Four black hooded behemoths would take their places at each corner of the horse once she had been lifted up, legs spread and slowly lowered down to begin her ride. They each held a long single tailed whip coiled in their hand. Their task was to lay on twenty five lashes each, totalling the one hundred lashes of upper discipline upon bare back, breasts and belly she was to receive while mounted.*

* Harsh Martinet
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 7

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The shackles on her ankles chafed painfully as she waited nervously for the guards to come and take her to the courtyard. She could hear the voices of the crowd of onlookers growing louder in anticipation of the spectacle they had gathered to witness.

It wasn't everyday that a high born lady of quality was publicly punished. And rarely if ever was the sentence one of such severity and humiliation! But milady's crimes of adultery and utterances of slander were deemed serious enough to warrant these harsh measures.

Of course, there were also many powerful men AND women who quite willing to influence the judges, very pleased to see this haughty high-born woman suffer and be shamed.

And so it would be....Lady Moore was to be mounted on a wooden horse, one especially built for the occasion. A line of wicked little sawteeth, their tips slightly rounded, topped the narrow apex. They would assure the maximum discomfort of her most intimate anatomy.

The horse was also of sufficient height that her legs would dangle freely, her toes unable to gain any purchase with the platform planks, forcing her to bear the full weight of her body on the wedge. Her terrible burden would be increased by heavy iron balls secured to the shackled ankles as well as an oaken yoke tightly embracing her neck and wrists. The duration was to be four turns of the glass.

Such a ride would in itself be an agonizing ordeal but there was yet one more punishment to be carried out. Milady was to be whipped while astride her "steed"!

Four black hooded behemoths would take their places at each corner of the horse once she had been lifted up, legs spread and slowly lowered down to begin her ride. They each held a long single tailed whip coiled in their hand. Their task was to lay on twenty five lashes each, totalling the one hundred lashes of upper discipline upon bare back, breasts and belly she was to receive while mounted.*

* Harsh Martinet
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All girls deserve a pony!
 
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Day 6 (change of venue again)

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"You dared to think you could continue to defame me with that slanderous tongue of yours? Well, today you're going to pay the price for spewing these malicious lies and defaming my character.

The entire city is turning out to witness your humiliation in the main plaza. They're curious, as I am, to see how such a lady of quality will perform when she's stripped completely naked to her hips, breasts bared, to receive eighty lashes upon her lovely back, whipped like a common peasant whore. It shall be quite a different dance than what you're used to. Oh, I nearly forgot to inform you, I've paid the executioners to insure they wrap a few lashes to your front as well, Consider it a reward for those especially ugly rumors you spread about me.

So Milady, enough idle chatter on my part. We mustn't keep you waiting. I'm sure you're quite anxious for the festivities to begin....and you must be getting cold, judging by how turgid those nipples of yours are becoming. They'll make such fine targets!

So, hurry along, the guards will escort you to the street. Sadly there won't be a fine carriage to take you to the square. I'm afraid you'll have walk the entire way, your wrists secured to the back of the cart which will pull you along....very slowly so that you may enjoy the adulation of the throngs lining the route.

Of course, I myself WILL be conveyed to the plaza in my own carriage. I'll arrive a bit before you to take my place in the stands. You'll surely recognize most of the people gathered with me, friends and acquaintances of yours I believe. I most certainly don't want to miss any of the eighty lashes you'll be given....or one note of the song I'm sure you'll be singing. Ta-taa my dear" *

* My Martinet
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Lady Amelia had attempted to persuade her husband to add seven years indentured servitude to Barbara`s sentence with the intention of purchasing the indenture herself in order to teach the upstart some humility, but he refused, although he did agree to double the number of lashes yet again to eighty, an unprecedented punishment for a lady of quality.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 7

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The shackles on her ankles chafed painfully as she waited nervously for the guards to come and take her to the courtyard. She could hear the voices of the crowd of onlookers growing louder in anticipation of the spectacle they had gathered to witness.

It wasn't everyday that a high born lady of quality was publicly punished. And rarely if ever was the sentence one of such severity and humiliation! But milady's crimes of adultery and utterances of slander were deemed serious enough to warrant these harsh measures.

Of course, there were also many powerful men AND women who quite willing to influence the judges, very pleased to see this haughty high-born woman suffer and be shamed.

And so it would be....Lady Moore was to be mounted on a wooden horse, one especially built for the occasion. A line of wicked little sawteeth, their tips slightly rounded, topped the narrow apex. They would assure the maximum discomfort of her most intimate anatomy.

The horse was also of sufficient height that her legs would dangle freely, her toes unable to gain any purchase with the platform planks, forcing her to bear the full weight of her body on the wedge. Her terrible burden would be increased by heavy iron balls secured to the shackled ankles as well as an oaken yoke tightly embracing her neck and wrists. The duration was to be four turns of the glass.

Such a ride would in itself be an agonizing ordeal but there was yet one more punishment to be carried out. Milady was to be whipped while astride her "steed"!

Four black hooded behemoths would take their places at each corner of the horse once she had been lifted up, legs spread and slowly lowered down to begin her ride. They each held a long single tailed whip coiled in their hand. Their task was to lay on twenty five lashes each, totalling the one hundred lashes of upper discipline upon bare back, breasts and belly she was to receive while mounted.*

* Harsh Martinet
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Lady Barbara was adored by her lovers of both sexes, but equally hated by those she had spurned, and with her sharp tongue and ready wit she had committed the cardinal sin of offending many of the people who held the real power in the Settlement It was therefore inevitable that retribution would follow.
Her enemies had contrived to devise this most cruel of punishments and possessed the power and influence to have it imposed. There had been some debate as to whether or not she should wear a brank in view of her slanderous behaviour, but the consensus was that it would partially muffle her cries of distress and so the idea was not acted on, after all, her "friends" and the huge crowd which had assembled to witness her ordeal, wanted to hear her scream.
It had been twenty years since the last woman had made this shameful ride, and no woman had ever received the full hundred lashes before.
This would be a memorable day for all concerned!
 
Barbaria1 said:
Day 7

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The shackles on her ankles chafed painfully as she waited nervously for the guards to come and take her to the courtyard. She could hear the voices of the crowd of onlookers growing louder in anticipation of the spectacle they had gathered to witness.

It wasn't everyday that a high born lady of quality was publicly punished. And rarely if ever was the sentence one of such severity and humiliation! But milady's crimes of adultery and utterances of slander were deemed serious enough to warrant these harsh measures.

Of course, there were also many powerful men AND women who quite willing to influence the judges, very pleased to see this haughty high-born woman suffer and be shamed.

And so it would be....Lady Moore was to be mounted on a wooden horse, one especially built for the occasion. A line of wicked little sawteeth, their tips slightly rounded, topped the narrow apex. They would assure the maximum discomfort of her most intimate anatomy.

The horse was also of sufficient height that her legs would dangle freely, her toes unable to gain any purchase with the platform planks, forcing her to bear the full weight of her body on the wedge. Her terrible burden would be increased by heavy iron balls secured to the shackled ankles as well as an oaken yoke tightly embracing her neck and wrists. The duration was to be four turns of the glass.

Such a ride would in itself be an agonizing ordeal but there was yet one more punishment to be carried out. Milady was to be whipped while astride her "steed"!

Four black hooded behemoths would take their places at each corner of the horse once she had been lifted up, legs spread and slowly lowered down to begin her ride. They each held a long single tailed whip coiled in their hand. Their task was to lay on twenty five lashes each, totalling the one hundred lashes of upper discipline upon bare back, breasts and belly she was to receive while mounted.*

* Harsh Martinet
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detailed and fascinating description!
 
Lady Amelia, who hated Barbara Moore the most, slipped a small gold coin to the matron who was guarding the unfortunate prisoner and entered the cell where her rival lay naked and sobbing on a rough cot. The once proud beauty cut a sorry figure now, after four hours on the "Cunt Crusher" and a hundred lashes, she was a broken woman. Her sweat soaked hair clung to her face, her eyes were hollow and sunken and as for the once beautiful body, the breasts were mishapen and terribly bruised with tiny beads of blood seeping from the hardly recognisable nipples. Amelia thought "The slut won`t be flaunting those for a while ."However, it was her rival`s vagina that caught the attention, the shaven labia were bruised, swollen and angry and the inner thighs covered in congealed blood from the damaged membranes within.
"It is customary to rise and curtsey when a senior member of the aristocracy enters a room."
The once proud and feisty Lady Moore stumbled painfully to her feet and, though naked, bobbed what passed for a curtsey to the triumphant Lady Amelia, who thought what a good thing it was that the Settlement`s justice system not only served to keep the lower classes in order but allowed for arrogant. Colonial upstarts like Barbara Moore to be suitably dealt with.
 
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Day 8:

Lady Barbara Moore was stripped naked for her trip into the city to face trial...and punishment for her numerous acts of adultery.

The hearing would be short as she was certainly without doubt guilty.

Milady’s sentence of public shaming and punishment would be quite the opposite, painful and prolonged, an entertaining spectacle for the entire city to partake in and enjoy. *


* Harsh Martinet
 
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