A State of Public Humiliation - Part 1/17
Lady Wilhemina Garron was the absolute ruler of Fredonia, a small independent state containing just one market town and a lot of farms. She was feared and respected by all, except a few upper-class women jealous of her power. Lady Salem in particular would snub her at formal occasions and only followed protocols of respect with a grudging sneer. She would then giggle and gossip about her ruler, with her coterie of women followers. Some people thought this group were more than just friends, but there was no real evidence of this, and Lady Wilhemina didn't believe it. She had ignored Lady Salem's behaviour - so far.
Fredonia traded food, clothing, etc with the modern world outside but absorbed little of its technology. With no parliament, Fredonia's laws remained the same for centuries, except when it was a ruler's whim to change them.
One summer, Lady Wilhemina got around to a task she had been planning with relish for some time. She prepared a document, ancient in form and intended to be fixed to one of two posts in the market square. Beginning with a bold title in large print, it read:
"BEHOLD THE NAKED AND DISGRACED PERSON OF A MISCREANT. Whereas... (there was a dotted line for the criminal's name) ...has been found guilty by our wise and just ruler of the crime of.... "
There was another dotted line for the offence. Lady Wilhemina wrote "obscene lewdness and perversion".
The document went on: "...the said criminal shall be exposed in the market place from morn until sundown this market day, stripped of all covering and all dignity. Citizens are commanded to express their contempt for such lawbreakers as seems fit to them. By order...."
The powerful lady signed her name at the bottom of the paper. The criminal's name was left blank. Lady Wilhemina was going to enjoy writing it so much, she left it till last.
She then turned to another document: specific orders to her town shirrif, whose unquestioning obedience to her was well known.
"To the most esteemed and trusty Shirrif Leclaire,
I charge you to arrest, before dawn tomorrow, the person whose name is on the Public Notice attached. She shall be taken to the Shirrif's compound, and there her hair shall be cut short, so that it afford her no covering during her public shaming. Take care that her hair hide not her face, for it must be publicly known that she is a disgraceful sex deviant, notwithstanding that she is of mature years and ought to be an example to younger women.
"You shall then conduct her to the market square, where she shall remove all her clothing in front of the people who may be present. She might refuse to undress by reason of embarrassment at being past her youthful beauty. If she is indeed stubborn, she shall be warned that if she so continues, your men will strip her and that she will be whipped when naked, for disobedience.
"When the woman has taken off every vestige of her clothing and jewellery, you shall, in accordance with our long tradition for moderate crimes, chain her with her four limbs spread wide. There she shall remain until the sun goes down.
"During her punishment, you shall prevent any citizen from injuring the prisoner severely, for that is beyond her sentence. But you shall not prevent any reasonable torment or chastisement the citizens may put her to.
"Her clothing and jewellery shall be given to charity, and the criminal sent forth at sunset without them. Your men shall follow her to ensure she neither takes nor is offered any covering until she has walked to her home, regardless of the distance.
"This is the final and irrevokable order of your ruler,
Lady Wilhemina Garron."
After checking the accuracy of both documents, she turned to the first document (the Public Notice) and prepared to insert the criminal's name. The woman she was condemning was certainly guilty of perversion and indecency, since she was an exhibitionist and a masochist. Without further ado, she filled in the name:
"Lady Wilhemina Garron".
A State of Public Humiliation - Part 2/17
Excitement but a lot of fear gripped Lady Wilhemina as she approached the 'moment of no return' - sending the papers ordering her public degradation to the shirrif. Having received formal orders, he would carry them out to the letter, and she had marked them irrevokable.
If she proceeded, she was in for a lot of genuine humiliation. Her need to punish herself in this way did not mean that she would be unembarrassed by being placed on public display. To say so would be to say that a masochist feels no pain (and there was some of that in Lady W as well).
For one thing, she was no longer young. Her kind of exhibitionism had nothing to do with showing off a sexy body. Also, she was the ruler of the principality. But the commonest peasant was going to see her stripped of all finery, her large mature breasts obeying the pull of gravity and her expanding stomach and thighs pointed at by men, women and children.
Her face reddened just with the thought of it. But she said out loud, "I deserve it", and sent the courier off with the documents. Now there was no going back.
*****
Just before dawn the next morning, Shirrif Leclaire went through all the steps required in her written instructions, and there is no need to repeat them here. It is sufficient to say that just as people began to arrive in the town square for market day, Lady W was led in, her hair cut short, and ordered to remove her clothes.
She did so in front of the two posts in the centre of the square. By the time she was reaching down for her drawers, breasts dangling, about a dozen people had gathered. Leclaire attached the chains, spreading her arms and legs wide.
Leclaire posted the announcement on the right pillar, and read it aloud for the benefit of the illiterate (though this practice was now archaic). In disbelief, the townspeople drew closer to read the notice for themselves, not looking directly at their naked ruler until they had done so.
Then Lady W felt many eyes, as surely as she felt the chilly morning breeze, sweeping over every part of her body. "Yes, it's me" she thought. "Your middle-aged aristocratic superior, exposed and shamed as a sexual deviant. Because she is."
The traditional practice was for disgraced naked criminals to be taunted by the people, slapped, and molested in degrading and insulting ways. But the people stared silently. Some went to fetch their friends and relatives.
The shirrif repeated, with emphasis, the part of the notice that read "Citizens are COMMANDED to express their contempt for such lawbreakers as seems fit to them".
Was it really true, could they say anything they liked to the great Lady Wilhemina Garron? Even DO what they liked to her? A bald man decided he would risk being the test case, to 'bell the cat' so to speak. He walked up to her and said loudly "Sexual deviant, are you? I hate perverts." He slapped her left breast, which swung sideways and back.
Lady W gasped but said nothing. It was tradition to leave such prisoners ungagged so that they could beg mercy from the crowd - they loved to hear it. Some would deny their crimes, and simply be laughed at. But for the whole day, Lady W would speak no words.
All eyes went to the Shirrif to see what would happen to 'baldy'. Leclaire remained impassive.
The dam of disbelief finally broke, and many voices began to taunt and shout at Her Ladyship. Most of it wasn't about the written charges, which they didn't understand. But every grievance they had, including many self-inflicted problems, were yelled at Lady W, sometimes with a spit thrown in for good measure. The tendency of any people to blame their government for everything not to their liking in life, was being given a unique manner of expression.
A farmer stood behind her, and after shouting his curses in her ear, began to slap her broad buttocks. "How do you like that on your big royal arse?" he leered. Then he gave place to an old woman who, after croaking something unintelligible, lashed a piece of rope she had untied from her bundle, across Lady W's wobbling thighs. When she got no cry of pain, she lashed again harder, then still harder. Then with a noise of frustrated contempt she lashed it upwards so that it curved under the victim's crotch. The tip struck her labia, and for the first time she screamed.
In all the torments that followed, Leclaire only stepped forward to stop people if they held rigid sticks, or horsewhips that could cause bleeding. But a few men's belts were taken off for a few lashes across the great ruler's bottom.
A group of three women with babies wondered loudly if it would be good for their children "to suck upper-class milk from those udders". One of them said "she probably doesn't have any left" and gave several sharp slaps sideways to both breasts. Then she adjusted her angle so she could smack the nipples full on.
A man standing behind Lady W called to the women "You want to see those titties bounce? Let's make her dance and jiggle them herself." He was holding a large wooden spatula, used in bakers' ovens, and began paddling Lady Wilhemina's bottom, and then her thighs.
The great lady yelled repeatedly, but not in any words. She did not enjoy pain, not even as a sign of submission. She sought for mercy in the only way she would allow herself - by giving her tormentors what they wanted. She began to jump upward, as far as the chains would allow, in response to the paddle strokes. Her pendulous breasts bounced and swung in every direction. The crowd laughed and cheered.
Leclaire looked at the red and slightly bruised condition of his ruler's buttocks, and said to the man "Enough!" A very young man, barely out of school, said "Yeah, don't spend all your time back there. You're neglecting Her Ladyship's aristocratic twat."
He made a crude grab over the spread-out victim's vulva, then pulled on her thick pubic bush. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes closed tightly. "See, she loves that!" said the youth. He pinched her labia cruelly and plucked out several of her pubes. A woman said "Let me!" and after pulling out a few hairs of her own, she slapped the exposed pussy several times, as hard as she could.
Shirrif Leclaire had to intervene more often during the afternoon. People had had time to go home and bring instruments with which to chastise the 'criminal'. Leclaire vetoed a bullwhip, and a cane after examining its width. But he allowed a long switch, freshly cut from a birch tree.
The switch was no more than a child might be subjected to. It was passed around, and used on the unfortunate prisoner's back, her bottom, her thighs front and back, her stomach, and finally her long boobs. Lady W gave her loudest screams when the switch stung a nipple dead on. This, of course, gave her tormentors incentive to aim for them.
She was saved from a suggested pussy-switching by Leclaire's announcement that it was sunset. The people were ordered to disperse, and Lady W was unchained.
Her stiff muscles screamed as she began her nude walk back to the palace. Fortunately it was a straight walk up the main street and not too far. The butler received his nude employer at the door. Having been apprised of the day's proceedings, he maintained his professional demeanour without a crack.
Lady W's personal maid, Carmilla (of whom more later) helped her bathe and covered her with ointment.
Lady W went to bed, but despite her physical exhaustion she did not sleep. The experiences of the day had been too painful and too screamingly humiliating to be sexually exciting while they were happening. But now she relived the day in her mind, minute by minute, with the greatest ecstasy she had ever experienced. As she remembered each humiliation that was deeper than the last, she would climax again. The frequency and sheer number of orgasms she enjoyed that night were probably unrivalled by any woman in the history of Fredonia.
And thus Her Ladyship Wilhemina Garron re-established herself as the First Lady of the Land, in a new way.
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