A State of Public Humiliation 16+17

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 16/17

For the rarely-used public flogging in Fredonia, a winch apparatus was moved to the town square. The procedure was for the criminal to be raised high above the square for an hour, naked for the people to look at and to taunt. Then he or she would be lowered to within reach and whipped. Finally, the victim would be winched up again for another hour - to endure more public taunting and the lasting pain left behind by the lash.

While the parts of the winch were assembled, Lady Wilhemina Garron visited her unfortunate niece in the dungeon, where this time she was being held under lock and key.

"Princess Annabeth" she said, "you have disgraced your Royal parents, disobeyed me within my borders where I am an absolute ruler, and milder punishments have had no effect on you. It only remains for me to decide how many lashes of the whip you will receive in public."

Lady W decided to play a little mind game. "I want you to name a number of lashes you think you should get. I am also thinking of a number. If you say a number greater than mine, you will receive the number of lashes you have named. But if you say a number less than mine, you will receive double the number _I_ am thinking of."

Annabeth tried to figure out what to say. If she named a trivial number she would be sure to get double Lady W's sentence. It seemed she had taken well over a hundred with the switch from Carmilla, but the whip would be worse. What number would her aunt be thinking? Ideally, she needed to equal it, but asking for just one stroke less would be disaster. So what sentence would her aunt, not a cruel woman, (thank God it wasn't Carmilla passing sentence) give her for her misdeeds? Two dozen? Twenty-five?

"Thirty" she said with her heart in her mouth, hoping she had left enough margin for error even at the cost of five or six extra lashes.

"Exactly right" said Lady W. This was untrue - she had not thought of any number. She wanted the Princess to sentence herself. Thirty lashes delivered all over her body would be the most painful thing she had ever endured, but put her in no danger of being maimed or worse. The stockwhip used had a single heavy tail, but did not tear the flesh.

Carmilla arrived early for the spectacle she had so looked forward to. Sadly, the whip would be wielded by Shirrif Leclaire, so Carmilla contented herself with operating the winch. Due to Annabeth's lies, she had endured a full day's naked public humiliation, and resented every bit of it - even the short haircut that had been forced on her as part of the ritual, so that her face would be seen as she hung spread-eagled.

The Princess was strangely calm as she was led out nude to the square, and her wrists were locked into the suspension bar at the end of the winch's chain. Then with great pleasure, the sadistic maid hauled her up.

As with a standard public humiliation, the punishment started at dawn, so it took a while before people gathered to stare at the naked blonde and to insult her. The one mercy was that she was out of reach of being groped. Carmilla, of course, led the taunting "You have no idea what agony you're about to enjoy, Your Highness! The lash will be used front and back as you twist and swing on the end of that chain. Did your bottom hurt when I gave you a switching? Wait till you feel the whip across your boobs. It might even find its way between your legs. I certainly hope so."

After an hour, the maid winched the Princess down so that her toes just touched the ground. Leclaire raised the whip, and began with a lash across Annabeth's shoulders. She didn't scream, but a realisation of the exact amount it would hurt, thirty times and all over her body, made her start crying. The second was across her bottom and intensified the weeping.

This time she knew it was useless to beg for mercy. She uttered no words throughout the ordeal. Her crying became screaming when the twisting of the chain brought her front into convenient reach of Leclaire's whip. Harsh welts were created across her thighs, stomach and breasts. The people watching called out the number of lashes enthusiastically.

When they finally reached thirty, the torrent of the Princess' tears had moved some of the kinder hearts present, including Leclaire's. Lady W was not present, unable to watch. Leclaire whispered to Annabeth. "The worst is over, Your Highness. Just an hour to wait now." He nodded to Carmilla who hauled the Princess' striped body back up high.

For an hour Annabeth hung there, gradually reducing her sobbing - although she wept a little harder when she heard things like: "That'll teach you, little Miss Show-off"; "I hope it hurt, you blasphemous pervert"; "Still want to strut around nude, aristo slut?"

Carmilla felt no need to add to these comments. She just enjoyed the sight of the dangling blonde and the angry whip-marks that would last for several weeks. It was just as well Leclaire was there to order the Princess winched down at the end of the hour.

This punishment did what Lady W had hoped - it finally made Annabeth wake up to the fact that she couldn't get away with anything she liked. The traumatic experience drove her feelings of exhibitionism either away or deep down. No one could tell which.

When she returned home she apologized profusely to her parents, and went back to college. She finished her education, and soon afterwards she was engaged to the Crown Prince of an eastern European monarchy, re-established under the limited British-style model by one of the post-Communist countries. Her fiancee ignored the tabloid "Church-streaking Princess to wed" headlines. In fact, it was those pictures on the net that had made him determined to have her.

When her husband became titular King, Annabeth became Queen Consort and used her influence to see that friendly relations with Fredonia were maintained. By now she had forgiven her aunt, and simply forgotten Carmilla. Carmilla was only a maid after all - why should a Queen bother to hold a grudge?


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 17/17

EPILOGUE:
Queen Annabeth Garron had been content for many years, with her husband as Prince and now King. It had been a long time since she had felt the urge to run naked in a public place or along a farmyard track. The memory was fading of the severe corporal punishments she had suffered for it in her Aunt Wilhemina's tiny state of Fredonia.

The King now and then showed her the notorious pictures of her, naked in a televangelist modern church, to tease her and laugh - and then to remark that the beautiful body depicted was now his. Annabeth didn't mind, because he would then prove his ownership by taking her body, skilfully and lovingly. But the mirror told the Queen more and more each year that the body in the pictures no longer existed.

One day, a bittersweet message arrived. Lady Wilhemina Garron had passed on, and Annabeth was the nearest relative. As well as a Queen Consort, she was now the absolute Ruler of the State of Fredonia. The King agreed that it was her duty to see that the affairs of the state were in order.

As she approached the town, the rural roads reminded her of when she had felt the wind on her naked body, and the excitement of the day when, for the first time, a young boy had removed her panties. She had paid for it with a well-whipped behind, but she felt the first stirrings of an old sexual obsession returning.

It was strange to walk in the market square where she had been exposed naked to the public. All the clothing had changed. What the young people wore nowadays was weird! But the posts and chains were still there. Fashions may have changed in Fredonia, but not the law!

At the Castle, Annabeth struggled with mixed feelings when an aged servant greeted her, red hair turning to gray. "Welcome, Your Majesty" said the old maid as she curtsied deeply.

"Well, Carmilla" the new ruler replied in an even tone of voice. "Did you continue beating my aunt up to her dying day?"

"No, Your Majesty. Arthritis in my whipping arm put paid to that long ago. It was most disappointing. I can hardly do a normal maid's duties any more."

"Is there a pension scheme in Fredonia?" asked Annabeth. "No? Then when you can no longer work you'll have to rely on friends or relatives. I wonder if you'll be able to find anyone you haven't treated with sadism and brutality."

"As Your Majesty pleases." Old Carmilla curtsied again, and Annabeth felt a little guilty for using such uncharitable words. She would see that Carmilla didn't starve.

In the study, she found that the tiny state had been kept in order during Lady W's final illness by the now venerable Shirrif Leclaire. She decided to make him Regent, since she couldn't stay in Fredonia. Then she came upon some forms, with dotted lines to be filled in, which read:

"BEHOLD THE NAKED AND DISGRACED PERSON OF A MISCREANT. Whereas...  ...has been found guilty by our wise and just ruler of the crime of... ...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...."

Memory flooded back, of what Lady Wilhemina had done to herself just before Annabeth's visit, to express her need for humiliation, exposure and punishment. In contrast, Annabeth's own exhibitionism at the time was about showing off her young beautiful body. "I can't do that now" she thought, "public exposure these days would be truly embarrassing".

Suddenly, a powerful urge struck her. She set pen to paper, and possessed by instincts long forgotten, she wrote in two different places on the form "Queen Annabeth Garron".

The spectacle that ensued the following day in the market place showed that the Garron family, descendants of Baron Masoch, had come full circle. As she stood spread-eagled to the shock and enjoyment of the crowd, Queen Annabeth thought "I may spend a lot of time here after all. And at this rate I might need a special maid soon. I wonder if Carmilla has a daughter!"

THE END