Sunday 15 July 2012

A State of Public Humiliation 13+14+15

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 13/17

It fell to Carmilla to inform Lady Wilhemina that Princess Annabeth had absconded. "Apparently she found it very easy, Your Ladyship. Her room was never locked, and she had explored every possible way out of the palace for the purpose of her nude streaking. Also, our borders are not well guarded."

"No, we can't afford enough men. But I can see what you're hinting at, Carmilla. I should have kept her locked in - it didn't occur to me that she might bolt. Every stage of her escape was a result of my negligence. So you think I should be punished according to our contract. And you're right."

The red-haired maid looked at the ceiling rafters in Lady W's study. "Right here will do fine, I think, M'Lady. I will bring some ropes."

"Send someone to fetch Leclaire in the morning" sighed Lady W as she resignedly began to undress. "I'm not going to let Annabeth get away with this".

As well as the ropes, Carmilla returned with a martinet. The small multi-tailed whip was not the type to cut through skin - it would leave only red marks in its painful wake. Soon, Lady Wilhemina was trussed up naked for it, suspended from the study rafters. She was most apprehensive when it became clear that Carmilla was placing her in the kind of bondage that offered her front to the whip, not her back. "What part of me are you going to whip?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"Whatever part takes my fancy from moment to moment, Your Ladyship. I believe I'll start with your wide thighs, and move on to more private areas later. Your Ladyship should not hope that any of her most sensitive spots will be left out."

Carmilla surveyed all the surfaces that were hanging there for her cruel intentions. She was really getting to love her job...


But let us abandon Lady Wilhemina to her sufferings, and focus our attention on the escaped Princess. Her credit cards had not been well hidden, since they were useless in technologically backward Fredonia anyway. So she had found them easily, and once across the border, she purchased what she needed for her revenge - one laptop computer with built-in webcam.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 14/17

Princess Annabeth was free at last! As well as the new laptop, she bought herself a better hair and make-up job than she'd been allowed when living with her parents or her Aunt Wilhemina. With this more glamorous look, she set about her plan for revenge.

The town just across the border from Fredonia where the Princess found herself, was famous for only one thing. It had a leading Protestant revivalist church that produced its own TV programs. Annabeth fixed on its modern building as her target. She intended to tell her story on the internet, about what punishments had happened to her in Fredonia. But she needed a visual image as a hook, to make sure of the maximum readership. "Princess naked in televangelist church" seemed to be the ideal title.

So she slipped into the building at dawn in the middle of the week, taking her new laptop with its built-in webcam. She set it up at the back of the stage and adjusted the angle. Then she started the recording, stood next to the lectern and began to strip.

This stage and modern pulpit were more usually used for 'Come to Jesus' sermons. But now they served as a setting for a display of royal feminine nudity. Annabeth struck some poses that would ensure some good frame-grabs from the recorded video, two of which can be seen here:


She had already written the text that would go with the pictures. It described vicious corporal punishments and public humiliation in the 'barbaric' state of Fredonia, but glossed over what she had done to deserve them. Particularly omitted were her beating of a maidservant, and deliberate exposure of her nakedness to a 16-year-old boy. In her version of events, she had just been doing a bit of streaking, for a joke.

After stopping the recording, the Princess verified that she had a wireless net connection (not well secured by the church), then uploaded her work. She stayed naked until after she had pressed the Send button right on the church stage. After all, it was an exciting moment.

The pictures certainly caused a splash, which went straight from the net to the mass media. But less attention was paid to the accompanying text. Annabeth had overdone the visual component. 'Corporal punishment in some country we've never heard of' was not as good a headline as 'Royal nudity in church'.

Of those who read Annabeth's complaints, people of the Right thought she must have deserved it if she liked profaning a 'house of the Lord'; and people of the Left thought it was a typical 'airhead celebrity' stunt, and a funny one at that. Not even Diana had been so entertaining! Annabeth ended up getting no sympathy whatever for her tales of getting a sore bottom.

Lady Wilhemina received no formal complaints at all about the judicial system in her country. But she did, of course, find out what Annabeth had done. There was no internet in Fredonia, but there certainly was in the country of Annabeth's parents, who were embarrassed and outraged. Their Royal Majesties sent a courier to Lady W telling her all about it, and said that if she should get hold of their daughter before they did, she should feel free to punish the Princess in any way she thought fit.

When Annabeth returned to her hotel a few days later, she was expecting to be arrested by local police or agents from her parents' country at any time. But when she was seized by two men, the voice that spoke behind her was horribly familiar. "All right, let's get her back across the border" said Shirrif Leclaire.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 15/17

On the way back to Fredonia, Shirrif Leclaire questioned Princess Annabeth on how she had escaped. Annabeth knew she was facing horrible punishment, and had one more revenge card left to play. She said Carmilla had advised her on the most weakly guarded point of the border, and that the red-haired maid had supplied her with items necessary in her flight, including her credit cards.

The truth was that the Princess had found where they had been confiscated, without help. But Leclaire knew Carmilla to be cunning, devious and sadistic. He was inclined to believe Annabeth, and at the palace he confronted the maid with the accusations.

Carmilla denied everything. But Leclaire asked "Didn't Her Highness go streaking in Fredonia for the first time only because you dared her to, and had a bet with her?"

"Well, yes. But I had nothing to do with it this time. If you arrest me, I'll appeal to Lady Wilhemina."

Leclaire smiled and said "I don't think Her Ladyship will be very receptive, do you? I hear you have been quite brutal in exploiting her contract allowing you to punish her. And over the Princess' escape in particular".

Carmilla started to panic. Could he be right? Could her recent vicious whipping of Lady W's most secret places have been one cruel punishment too many? Carmilla realised she had no friends in this matter.

Sure enough, Lady W saw no reason to overrule Annabeth's word and Leclaire's recommendation against Carmilla's unsupported denial. She filled out one of the forms she had once filled out for herself, delivering the devious maid for public humiliation.

With her hair cut short according to the law, Carmilla was spread-eagled naked in the village square. No corporal punishment was formally imposed, but since Carmilla was over 21, the guards would not prevent the public from tormenting and chastising the victim within certain limits.

Most people of the village were scared to taunt or hurt Carmilla. They knew she would be free the next day, and her viciousness was well known. But some people from outlying districts had their fun, spanking the redhead's behind with their hands or their belts, and groping her boobs and pussy roughly.


Carmilla gritted her teeth and comforted herself in the knowledge that the Princess' public whipping was going to be far worse than what she was enduring. It was scheduled for the next day. For every slap on her bottom, Carmilla thought "That little bitch is going to feel the whip". For every humiliating molestation, she mumbled "I can't wait till tomorrow, I can't wait!"

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