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

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!"

A State of Public Humiliation 11+12

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 11/17

The paddling Princess Annabeth received was not a deterrent for very long. The extra factor she had thought of, to add to her daring streaks, was too exciting. Last time she had taken her panties off herself at the risky furthest point in the run. But she wanted to find some naive farm boy or peasant who wouldn't dare harm a Princess to take them down for her. A remark during her public humiliation had made her obsessed with the idea of being 'unveiled' as simply a girl, not some sexless royal doll.

Now she had thought of a further refinement still. Sneaking into the newly opened dungeon she found a light set of manacles with a short chain, tested that the key worked, and took them back to her room. When the coast was clear she stripped off everything but her panties, tucked the key into said underwear, and set off running down the rural track carrying the manacles.

Her goal was a farm silo, almost as far along the track as she had run last time. She had noticed that it was visited during the day, but not too frequently. When it came within sight, it appeared that nobody was there. Perfect!

The blonde princess attached one half of the manacles to her wrist, threw the other half over a metal bar at the top of the silo door, then locked the other wrist. She was now stretched out in nothing but her panties for the next person to come by.

The next visitor was a fortunate 16-year-old farmboy - exactly what Annabeth had hoped for. When he caught sight of the gorgeous almost-naked girl, three years his senior, he stopped wide-eyed. It was important that he didn't run to fetch other people to help, so the Princess called to him. "Help me, I'm Princess Annabeth! Come and help me quickly!"

The boy came closer and stammered "Er... How did you get like this?"

"Some bad men put me here. But they put the key in my panties. You'll have to take them down to find it."

The farmboy was sure he would wake up any minute, but played along with the 'dream' while it lasted. He knelt close to the lovely young figure and reached for the little knickers.

Annabeth felt a great ecstatic thrill as he slowly drew them down. "Those men were right, weren't they?" she thought. "When you take off a Princess's panties you find the usual things underneath."

Nothing under a girl's panties was part of this boy's 'usual' experience. But he knew just enough to marvel at the fact that the Princess was completely shaved. Nothing obscured his view of the soft lips that marked this royal personage a simple female after all.

In exhibitionist heaven, Annabeth let him look as long as he wanted. The boy had to come to his senses himself, and remember that he was supposed to be looking for a key. A quick search in the panties at the Princess' ankles revealed nothing. "May I take your panties right off, Your Highness?" he asked.

Annabeth was getting close to having an orgasm on the spot. "Yes you may" she whispered, and lifted her feet one at a time so the boy could retrieve the patterned underwear. He sat cross-legged on the ground (so he could enjoy an upward look now and then) and began to search them thoroughly.

When no key was produced, Annabeth began to worry. "Has it got stuck in the lining?" she asked. The boy turned the panties inside out. No key! The Princess realised the terrible truth - it had slipped out during her run.

If the boy's father brought a hacksaw to release her, there was some chance that she could persuade the family to keep the whole incident quiet. She sent him off home. But before anyone returned, there was the sound of a horse coming from the other direction. A horse bearing the worst possible person, Shirrif Leclaire.

"Your Royal Highness" said the officer, as if he was not seeing what he was seeing. "Her Ladyship reported you missing, and I thought I might find you down this track. I will see you are returned to the palace as soon as possible."

Annabeth knew what would be waiting for her back at the palace. Carmilla had told her what her aunt had decreed. She would be punished again for this second offence, and if there was a third - a public whipping.

The boy's father brought a hacksaw, and a robe belonging to his wife. Leclaire returned the Princess to the palace in this oversized and rough calico - she would rather have been dragged home naked! Carmilla was waiting when they arrived. "Thank you, Shirrif. Her Ladyship wishes her niece conveyed directly to the dungeon, please!"


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 12/17

When Lady Wilhemina heard that her niece had been caught streaking yet again, she doubted her ability to inflict a strong enough punishment. She would probably be moved by the Princess's tears and screams, and stop the thrashing sooner than she should. Her sadistic maid Carmilla would have no such sympathy, however.

So when Leclaire brought Princess Annabeth back to the castle, she said "Carmilla, I want you to whip her with the switch for ten minutes, as you did to me. But on her bottom this time. I'm sure, from personal experience, that this will be punishment enough."

Annabeth screamed and struggled. "Nooo! Don't let that psycho bitch beat me!" Carmilla grinned, remembering a certain brutal spanking with a hairbrush she had suffered at the Princess' hands.

But Lady W was aware that someone ought to stop the red-haired maid going too far. "Shirrif Leclaire" she said, "the Princess has caused you no end of trouble. You may observe her punishment, and see that it is no more nor less than I have ordered."

"Yes, Your Ladyship". His ancient ceremonial armor clinking, he dragged Annabeth away to the dungeons, with Carmilla's eager assistance.

In the furthest part of the abandoned dungeon level was an office that had once belonged to the Inquisitor. In front of it was a pair of whipping posts, similar to the pair in the market square but with a crossbar to restrict the writhings of the punished instead of leg chains.

To this device the young blonde was fixed, and Carmilla made a few high-pitched swishing sounds with the thin rattan. "Your Royal Highness may scream as loud as she likes. That's what dungeon walls are for."

Carmilla began to lash the young royal's bare bottom, very hard and very rapidly. The limitation of ten minutes rather than a number of strokes meant the more frequently the switch struck home, the more severe the punishment would be. And the maid wanted to inflict the maximum torment on this arrogant little miss, who was so proud of her beautiful body she wanted to show it off completely, even to the peasantry.

The effect of a rapid switching, with each stroke still stinging at full strength while the next ones were delivered, was a crescendo of cumulative pain. Annabeth screeched, begged and wept frantically. She couldn't believe how much it hurt, or that it could be done to her, a Princess of the blood royal. But she had wanted to show that in body and beauty she was 'just a girl', and now she was learning that this was true in another way - a Princess' bare behind could be hurt as much as anyone else's.

There was never a proof of time being relative to the observer so clear as this one. To Carmilla, the minutes flew by, but to Annabeth they were stretched out into what seemed hours. After four minutes (by the timeframe of an independent observer like the Shirrif), Annabeth gave up crying for mercy to Carmilla, and begged Leclaire instead to stop the switching.

Carmilla paused a moment, to catch her breath and hear what he would say. His voice was quiet but firm: "You must endure the punishment ordered by Her Ladyship. I hope it will finally make you obey her, and stop breaking the law here in Fredonia. Carmilla, you will continue whipping Her Highness until the ten minutes ordered by our Ruler are up."

At six minutes, the Princess had no more breath for words. At eight she was too hoarse to scream. The punishment ended with continuous sobbing, the victim's body leaning against the crossbar. Carmilla felt exhausted but delighted. As she unlocked the chains, Leclaire stepped forward to support Annabeth and help her walk out of the dungeon. Her buttocks were reddened by so many strokes of the switch, the individual lines of each lash could not be identified.

"I offer you the kindness of this warning, Your Royal Highness" said the Shirrif. "The whip used for public floggings is worse than the switch. Lady Wilhemina tells me that such will be your sentence if you offend one more time. And there are no laws reducing the severity, or what the public may do to humiliate you, for persons under 21 in such cases."

Back in her room, Annabeth's tears went through changes - from sheer pain to self-pity, and then to anger. She vowed revenge on her aunt, on Carmilla, on the whole pathetic, backward little state of Fredonia. She started planning to run - not a nude run this time, but an escape beyond Lady Wilhemina's borders. An escape from the threat of an even worse punishment, but also escape to foreign territory where technology would allow her to humiliate her 'enemies' beyond what even her aunt would enjoy.

A State of Public Humiliation 9+10

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 9/17

When Lady Wilhemina heard that Princess Annabeth had gone streaking again, she realised that corporal punishment for the young blonde could no longer be avoided. Public humiliation had failed. She called Carmilla the maid, and told her to open the disused dungeon and have the bulk of the dust swept out.

Carmilla had always wanted to hear that particular order. But she said "I hope Your Ladyship realises that punishing Her Highness for going naked has a certain hypocrisy to it, for which Your Ladyship must pay." Having signed a solemn agreement to allow Carmilla to punish her for such faults, Lady W could only nod her head in resignation. An unfortunate loophole in that same contract also meant that Carmilla could force her to remain naked almost indefinitely.

When the dungeon was opened, Carmilla did a quick reconnoitre as the other servants were sweeping. She found a wooden bench in the central area with four metal rings embedded in it as securing points. "That will do nicely for the Princess" she thought. "But I might find something better for Her Ladyship".

Later, Annabeth suddenly found herself confronted with the evidence against her, namely one pair of panties abandoned on a farm track and the statement of a guardsman describing their former occupant. Lady W said she had run out of patience and was going to paddle the Princess' royal backside. "And since your preferred state of dress is naked, that's how you'll be for your punishment." Between them, Carmilla and the nude middle-aged aristocrat stripped Annabeth to the buff and began dragging her downstairs. 

The Princess screamed and promised to behave all the way to the dungeon, but both her captors were stronger and she had no chance against both. She was secured face down to the wooden bench Carmilla had found, and the iron rings were locked into place.

Carmilla had thoughtfully brought down the same paddle she had used on Lady W earlier, and now handed it to her. Then with great glee she stood aside to watch one naked royal woman punish another.

As a spoilt brat who had never been spanked in her life, the Princess screamed at the top of her voice when the wooden paddle smacked down onto her bare bottom the first time. The dungeon had not heard such screams for many decades as the hard instrument continued to rise and fall. When tears and promises didn't work, Annabeth tried threatening to tell her parents. "I believe Their Majesties will thank me for doing what they couldn't summon the courage and good sense to do!" replied Lady Wilhemina.

Carmilla watched her employer's large loose breasts swing as she wielded the paddle for forty painful strokes. At the end, Annabeth's face was covered in tears and her bottom bright red. Carmilla unsecured the metal rings, but Lady W said "Don't run away yet, Annabeth. You have to watch the other consequence of your actions." She explained her contract with Carmilla and added "Your behaviour is my responsibility. So your actions will cost me a punishment which, if I know Carmilla, will be worse than your own."

"Indeed, Your Ladyship" said Carmilla. "Come further into the dungeon".


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A little deeper into the castle's disused dungeons was the device Carmilla had found for holding Lady Wilhemina still for her punishment. Lady W demurred when she saw it: "Stretching on the rack causes injuries to the joints - that's beyond our contract, Carmilla".

"Your Ladyship need have no fear" said the maid. "I will turn the wheel only far enough to keep you secure. Lie on the rack please... No, not like that. Face up, please. I intend to punish Your Ladyship's breasts this time..." She picked up a thin rattan rod she had placed behind a column earlier. It was more a switch than a cane, and swishing it she added "...with this".

Princess Annabeth, still naked from her own punishment, had followed them in a state of self-absorption. She was too concerned with nurturing her sore, paddled bottom to care much what was going to happen to her aunt. But she paid closer attention when she heard Carmilla's intentions. The switch was too light and thin to bruise Lady W's heavy bosom, but it would sting like hell, especially on a nipple.

Lady W could have refused this or any of Carmilla's punishments. As absolute ruler of Fredonia, she could tear up the contract she had with the maid at any time. But it would have been contemptible in her own eyes, and she was urged on by her masochistic need for punishment and humiliation. She laid her mature spreading figure on the rack.

Carmilla locked her mistress' legs into the wooden stocks, then secured her arms into the manacle bar at the other end. A few turns of the wheel, and the bar pulled Her Ladyship's arms far enough to ensure she could not twist her body sufficiently to avoid the chastisement she was about to receive.

With a flick of the wrist, Carmilla stung the voluminous right breast in front of her. Lady W gave a full-on scream right away, followed by a trailing "Ow, ow, ow!" Carmilla whipped the same breast again, and yet again, with similar reactions. Then the switch fell on the right nipple, as was evidenced by the higher pitched and sustained screaming elicited from its owner. Only then did Carmilla switch to punishing the left breast.

Annabeth's yells when she was being paddled had been the loudest sound heard in the old disused dungeon for a century or more. But this sound was immediately topped by the screams and sobs of her aunt, as Carmilla laid many thin red stripes onto her large unmissable targets.

When another swish stung Lady W's left nipple, bringing forth loud desperate weeping, Annabeth lost her nerve. "How many strokes are you going to give her?" she asked fearfully.

Carmilla replied "Enough to last ten minutes, according to the agreement with Her Ladyship. And at this stage I'd like to remind Your Royal Highness that this punishment is all your fault. Her Ladyship is being chastised for not supervising you sufficiently to prevent your latest nude run through the countryside. She is taking responsibility for YOUR actions." Another lash of the switch, another scream, and Annabeth turned and ran from the dungeon, bare feet running on the stone floor as fast as any of her outdoor nude sprints.

When the ten minutes were up, Carmilla put down the switch and regarded her naked and tear-stained employer. "I remind Your Ladyship that only the physical part of your punishments are limited to ten minutes. I could leave you here a while, even inflict further embarrassments upon you..." She looked at Lady W's pubic hair and vagina, exposed for any kind of molestation by the distance between the holes in the rack's wooden stocks. "But since the Princess requires supervision, and since Your ladyship has already suffered the humiliation of being reduced to tears in front of her, we will end this punishment now."

After ensuring that Annabeth had gotten dressed and was causing no trouble, Lady W and Carmilla discussed her future. "The written law for such repeat offences calls for a public whipping" said Carmilla hopefully. "But of course, Your Ladyship can waive any punishments at your whim."

Lady W thought for a moment. "Three strikes and she's out. She's been publicly humiliated for her first little streak, so that doesn't count. Now she's had one strike. If she has a second we will punish her privately again, but more severely. If there is a third strike, I'll let her be lashed naked in the market square. Go and inform her of my decision."

Carmilla curtsied and said "With pleasure, Your Ladyship!"

A State of Public Humiliation 7+8

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 7/17

Princess Annabeth returned naked to the palace trembling with fear, after her public exposure and the maid Carmilla's threats of serious corporal punishment or public molestation. All the threats had been sheer bluff, and had extracted a promise from the Princess that she would be Carmilla's personal slave.

Unfortunately for Carmilla, that part also turned out to be a bluff. Lady Wilhemina would not allow Carmilla to permanently dominate a girl of royal blood. "You've given her a good scare, as I asked you to" she said. "Leave it at that, and remember you're a servant, Carmilla."

"I know she gave you a hard beating with that hairbrush" Lady W continued. "But a lot of this is my fault. I shouldn't have made you take responsibility for her. The responsibility is mine. I should have kept an eye on her. I would have prevented that reckless bet between you, stopped her streaking, and not allowed her to spank you. I was very remiss and ought to be punished for my negligence."

Carmilla thought she was being invited to give one of her outrageous suggestions of extreme punishment that were never carried out. She paused a moment, then said "Your Ladyship should be hung upside-down between the market posts, so that the undersides of your breasts, as well as your nipples, can be whacked with leather straps for an hour."

"Thank you, Carmilla" said Lady W, noting this image for her bedtime contemplations. "But I meant real and reasonable punishments, for this and any future things I do wrong. Penalties that won't do me any lasting harm, but hurt more than I could possibly like. I've decided to put you in charge of them. To protect you from any retribution and to keep you within limits, I've made a written agreement. Here, look it over."

Carmilla read the contract:

"I, Lady Wilhemina Garron, Ruler of Fredonia, agree to submit to certain punishments as required and inflicted by my maid Carmilla. In addition to bondage in humiliating positions, these penalties may consist of corporal punishment with any instrument that does not cause bleeding, scarring or long-lasting bruises or welts.

"Corporal punishments shall not exceed ten minutes in duration, and shall not be ordered any more frequently than six hours apart.

"In all other respects, Carmilla will remain servant and subordinate to me, and is not to be regarded as my Mistress, nor I her slave or submissive. If Carmilla is insubordinate or derelict in her duties, she shall remain subject to the usual penalties."

Lady W said "I've tried to avoid any loopholes for you to exploit, Carmilla, although I know your mind is more ruthless and inventive than mine. I know you may have some surprises for me from time to time. But don't push it too far!"

"No, Your Ladyship". Carmilla's eyes were shining. "And to commence punishment for Your Ladyship's irresponsibility immediately, you will accompany me to the kitchen storeroom where I was spanked by Her Royal Highness."

"Are you going to use the same hairbrush on me?" asked Lady W as they went downstairs. "It won't be that easy for Your Ladyship" replied Carmilla. "There is a baker's oven spatula there, that will make an excellent wooden paddle. I believe Your Ladyship felt something like it during her punishment in the marketplace."

"Yes" said Lady W, and winced at what was coming. Soon her mature and spreading figure was chained naked to the ceiling rafters, her feet just off the ground. Carmilla took off her restricting white maid's blouse, so she could swing the spatula with all her strength.

The powerful aristocrat yelled continuously for ten minutes, as her bare bottom suffered a hard paddling from her keen and enthusiastic servant. When it was over, Lady W reached for her clothes.

Carmilla stopped her, saying "Your Ladyship will remain naked for the six-hour agreed period of punishment. According to the contract, only corporal disciplines are restricted to ten minutes. Of course, when the six hours are up, Your Ladyship is then eligible for a new punishment and therefore a renewed period of nudity."

Lady W sighed. It hadn't taken her devious maid long to spot the loophole. Carmilla generously said she would allow Lady W to get dressed to receive important dignitaries. "But Your Ladyship will pay for that privilege with particularly harsh corporal punishment afterwards", she added.

"All right, take my clothes to my chambers" grumbled Lady Wilhemina as she started to go back upstairs, nude and showing a severely reddened backside to all the servants.

"Yes, Your Ladyship" said Carmilla, and curtsied dutifully.

[The picture above was the last one I did using Blender software.]


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 8/17

[Contains my first picture made using DAZ Studio 4 and Victoria 5, instead of Blender and Makehuman. The Princess is now far more realistic. Lady W and Carmilla will change similarly in the episodes following.]

Princess Annabeth wondered why Carmilla wasn't following up the promise she had forced out of her - that she would be the maid's personal slave for the rest of her visit. Not knowing that her Aunt Wilhemina had vetoed the arrangement, she looked into the laws concerning Fredonia's public humiliation punishments. It was easy to find the information in Lady W's library.

There was nothing in the law to say that the victim of a crime was an exception to the 'hands-off' rule that applied to younger offenders - which applied to 19-year-old's like Annabeth. The Princess realised she had been duped. Carmilla had terrified her with threats of corporal punishments and molestations that couldn't really be done to her.

Besides a wish for revenge on Carmilla, her rage turned to a renewed desire to go streaking. The whole chain of events, indeed her irksome stay in this backward country, sprang from her wish to run nude - thus risking the possibility that strangers would see that she was not some 'superior royal being', but a young attractive female underneath.

One of the phrases hurled at her while she was spread-eagled for public display kept returning to her mind. A young man had said to his friend "It's pretty obvious, when you take off a Princess's panties you find the usual things underneath".

She realised that this was the essence of her exhibitionism - the most exciting moment was when she pulled down that last garment, baring herself fully for the run. She decided to prolong the moment by doing half her streak in her panties, taking them off at the furthest and most risky place, then running back without them.

The idea was so exciting, the Princess couldn't wait until dark. The road to the market square was out of the question in daylight, but there was a dirt track into farm country behind the palace. Clad only in the briefest white undergarment, bare nipples feeling the breeze, she started running across the green country.

Unfamiliar with the territory, Annabeth had no set destination but simply intended to run as far as she dared. The decision was made for her when she saw, outside a farmhouse in the distance ahead, one of Fredonia's guardsmen. She stopped, and with almost-orgasmic pleasure prepared to pull down her panties.

She imagined that someone else was doing it. That some farmhand perhaps had caught her and, as punishment and for his own pleasure, was stripping her of her only covering. She drew them slowly down to her ankles, taking her time despite the risk. Not wanting to have her hands encumbered by anything, she left the panties on the ground amongst the underbrush. When she looked up, the guard had spotted her and was jogging in his heavy armour towards her. She spun and began to run stark naked back to the palace.

When the guard reached the spot where he had seen the nude blonde, he saw a glimpse of white amongst the weeds and retrieved what he found there. When he reported with great delight and laughter to Shirrif Leclaire, his captain guessed exactly who the undies belonged to. Dutiful as ever, he passed the report on to Lady Wilhemina.

Blissfully unaware that her escapades had once again not gone unnoticed, Princess Annabeth determined that next time she would make fantasy reality - she would actually find some farm boy to pull down her panties and see what a Princess has underneath, close up.

A State of Public Humiliation 5+6

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 5/17

Maid Carmilla wasn't pleased to see the naked form of Princess Annabeth return to the palace via the servants' entrance. It meant she hadn't got caught, and Carmilla had lost the bet.

The Princess waved the sign she had stolen from the market place as the proof of her long streak. "Prepare for a spanking, Carmilla" she said with a triumphant grin.

"Didn't anyone see you?"

"Some guy in silver armor. But I outran him." Without even getting dressed, Annabeth picked up the hairbrush and smacked the back of it against her hand.

Carmilla smiled to herself. The Shirrif would certainly report the incident to Lady Wilhemina, so the Princess wasn't going to get off scot free. But there was no doubt she had won the bet. The maid lifted her skirt and began to bend over.

"Not so fast" said the Princess. "This will be done my way. Go and get two pairs of Aunt Wilhemina's manacles. I know she'll have them." Carmilla sighed grumpily and did as she was told.

The Princess led her to a preparation room that served the kitchen. "Now we'll have all your clothes off. I had to get naked to win the bet, so you can get naked to pay it off. Then I want you over this table."

Soon the redhaired maid was lying diagonally across a cold uncomfortable metal table, chained using two opposite legs. The still-nude Princess began to beat her bare behind. 'Beat' seemed a more appropriate word than 'spanked'. Annabeth whacked the helpless servant as hard as she could with the wooden hairbrush back. Carmilla was stubborn and restrained any sound for a long while. But the Princess kept on and on mercilessly, until Carmilla was yelling, and then begging her to stop.

When she was finally allowed up, all Carmilla could think about was what would happen when the Princess' nude run was reported.

She didn't have long to wait. Shirrif Leclaire arrived in the morning to describe the naked young body, with it's long flowing blonde hair, that he saw running towards the palace.

Lady Wilhemina called the Princess to her study. After telling her niece what had been reported, she quickly added "You needn't bother to point out my hypocrisy, I'm well aware of it. This sort of thing runs in the family. We are both descendants of Baron Leopold Sacher-Masoch, for whom masochism is named."

"I'm not a masochist" protested the Princess. "I don't even go naked for the sake of humiliation like you. I like showing off MY body!" She said it with a glance at her aunt's wide hips and large loose bosom. "And I enjoy the thrill".

"I'm responsible to your parents for your behaviour" replied Lady W, "and I'm going to make sure you don't follow in my footsteps. Since you say you don't like humiliation, I'm going to make sure you get some".

Lady W sent her away, and began to prepare papers similar to the ones she had prepared for herself, but with some differences. There was a provision in Fredonia's 'public disgrace' laws that allowed for minor offences and for offenders under 21. The blonde Princess would be spread-eagled naked according to tradition, but nobody would be allowed to touch or hurt the prisoner physically. They could still taunt her as much as they liked, and Lady W hoped the things they would say, plus a massive over-stimulation of the Princess' exhibitionism would shock her out of it.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 6/17

Lady W took out a copy of the Notice of Public Humiliation, using the version for offenders under 21 years old. She filled in the missing information on the dotted lines.

"BEHOLD the naked and disgraced person of a miscreant. Whereas ...Princess Annabeth Garron... has been found guilty by our wise and just ruler of the crime of ...excessive and undeserved beating of a servant... 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 in words, but not to touch or otherwise inflict pain upon the criminal. By order... Lady Wilhemina Garron, Ruler of Fredonia."

Originally, the charge was going to be, like Lady W's own, "obscene lewdness and perversion". But a better charge had presented itself, when Carmilla had lowered her panties and showed Her Ladyship the bruises the Princess had inflicted with her hairbrush. However, the real reason Lady W was going to have her royal niece shown nude to the mob was her penchant for streaking. She hoped an overdose of public nudity would shock her out of her exhibitionist desires for good.

Carmilla asked for time off to participate in the taunting and humiliation of the Princess that would take place in the market square the next day. "Of course, Carmilla" said Lady W, "You are the victim of her official crime. And I know how inventive you can be in thinking up frightening threats of punishment. Give her a good scare. But help Leclaire make sure nobody actually hurts her."

When Shirrif Leclaire and Lady Wilhemina burst into Annabeth's chambers to make the arrest next morning, she was in her underwear. Leclaire showed her the warrant, and Lady W said "You might as well take her as she is."

The Princess screamed all the way as she was dragged in her lingerie from the palace to the market. Since the junior version of this Punishment didn't include cutting her hair short, she was taken straight to the two posts. Carmilla stood close by, grinning widely, as Leclaire ordered Annabeth to take off her undies. "Nooo!" shrieked the Princess, and hugged herself tightly.

"I'd do as they say, if I were you, Your Highness" warned Carmilla. "If the Shirrif's men have to do it themselves, they have the right to grope you as much as they like. I've seen them pinch a girl's nipples and shove enough fingers up both orifices to make her scream". It was one of the imaginative fictions that Carmilla was good at, but it did it's job. The Princess whimpered and undid her lacy bra, then drew down her panties and stepped out of them.

Early morning marketeers and shoppers began to run towards the posts, as Leclaire secured the chains which held the young blonde spread-eagled. There was no intimate part of her body not on show. Annabeth tried to close her thighs as much as she could, but the chains would only allow her a slight bending of the knees.

Leclaire read the notice aloud. After seeing what had happened with Lady W, nobody was skeptical this time. It was clear they were all allowed to view the naked Princess at leisure, and pass whatever comments they liked. Annabeth heard things like:

"Do all Princesses shave their pussies?"
"Royal titties look the same as any others".
"Beat one of the servants, did she? What a scrawny upper-class bitch!"
"Yeah, this serves you right, Your Vicious Little Highness!"

Two young men came up very close and crouched down. "Nice little pussy lips" said one. "Lets see what a royal clitty looks like". He began to reach for Annabeth's crotch, but Leclaire called out "No touching!"

The other youth said "Never mind, Bill. It's pretty obvious, when you take off a Princess's panties you find the usual things underneath".

Lady Wilhemina had told Leclaire not to contradict anything Carmilla said. The maid began her campaign of bluff by saying "The only person allowed to touch the prisoner is the victim of the crime. And that's me, Your Highness. Isn't that so, Mr Shirrif?" Leclaire went along by nodding gravely.

"So what shall I do to you in front of all these people? Spank your bare butt, like you spanked mine? Or maybe it'll humiliate you more if I stroke you till the people see you turned on. How about that, Your Highness? Everyone gets to see a Princess come, being fingered by her maid."

Bystanders who heard this chorused their approval. "That's it, Carmilla, show us what a slut she is." Carmilla reached toward the Princess' bare immobile body.

Annabeth begged piteously. "Please don't, Carmilla! I'm sorry I spanked you so hard. I shouldn't have made the bet with you at all. Don't grope me in public, please!"

Carmilla said "Then you want me to go back to my first idea - to thrash your behind? I'm sure the furniture maker over there has a spare length of rattan cane. I'll stripe you from your waist to your knees, make you scream until you're hoarse."

The Princess burst into tears and kept saying "No, no, no, I'm sorry!"

Carmilla pointed. "That horseman has a dressage whip. I'll go and borrow it - I won't have to confine myself to the back of you with that." She spoke louder for the crowd. "Who wants to bet that I can make all of the first six lashes fall across her nipples?" The bystanders cheered.

Annabeth's tears flowed. "Please, Carmilla, I'll never hurt you again. From now on I'll do anything you say. Just take me back to the palace!"

A woman nearby called to the rest of the crowd. "Hey, everybody, the Princess just promised to do ANYTHING that Kinky Carmilla wants!" The crowd went "Whoa" and roared with laughter.

Carmilla said "But I can do anything I want right here, and I've still got my heart set on whipping her. What about a few upward swings with some birch branches, to punish her pussy and her Royal butt-hole for a while?"

The maid carried on suggesting terrible tortures, but knew that if the list grew too long and none were carried out, the Princess might suspect the bluff. She made Annabeth swear that for the rest of her stay in Fredonia she would be Carmilla's slave. "Yes, I swear it in front of everybody, just don't hurt me!"

When the fun was over, Annabeth had to walk back to the palace naked. It was the same route she had used for her nighttime streak. But instead of making the trip with a thrill of daring, she was quaking with fear of Carmilla, and weeping with humiliation at the comments that the commoners had passed about her body and her behaviour.

Carmilla was sure she would be no further trouble, and wouldn't go streaking again - at least until she found out about the bluff.

A State of Public Humiliation 3+4

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 3/17

When Lady Wilhemina arrived back at the palace naked after her self-imposed public degradation, the servants were only mildly surprised at the day's events. The only thing new about that day was that Her Ladyship had 'come out' and had been exposed in the market square, in both fulfillment and punishment of her deviancy.

They had often seen her tied or chained in humiliating positions around the palace. It was the duty of Carmilla, her personal maid, to put her in such embarrassing states in front of the servants. But in no way was Carmilla her "Mistress". Lady W was not a submissive - she had endured the punishments of that market day as an act of self-debasement, not submission to anyone involved. She was Fredonia's absolute ruler, and anyone failing to address her by her proper title, or who disobeyed her, was in big trouble.

"Put your hands into these handcuffs, please, Your Ladyship" Carmilla would say. Or "Does My Lady wish to remain tied naked to this bannister until dinner?" The fact that the servants remained servants - Lady W's abject inferiors - ensured that it was hideously embarrassing to have her nude body exposed to them in undignified positions.

The other reason Carmilla was Lady W's favorite was that she had a tantalizingly wicked imagination for punishment and torture. Her Ladyship would ask her maid "How do you think I should be punished" for her sexual desires or for some mistake she'd made. Carmilla always had new suggestions, not one of which was actually carried out - her ideas were always ridiculously agonizing and impractical. But Lady W would love to hear them and imagine them happening.

Carmilla might say, in a quiet tone of voice full of deference and respect, "Your Ladyship's bare bottom should be publicly flogged with a stockwhip for two hours without stopping" or "Your Ladyship should be tied over the bar in a crowded tavern and anally raped with a cactus plant".

Lady W's masochism was about humiliation, not extreme pain. But she would achieve orgasms thinking about how such torture would make her scream, beg for mercy and promise to do anything, in front of the people witnessing her torment. She got off on the degradation such punishment would bring, and would mentally put aside the fact that she would be maimed or killed by most of her maid's suggestions. Fantasy was fantasy.

In real life, Carmilla was confined to tying ropes or locking chains and cuffs, with her ruler stark naked and placed so that her mature private areas were rudely exposed. A few days after the marketplace punishment, she was required to suspend Lady Wilhemina from the ceiling in the drawing room.

"What do you think I deserve for exposing myself in public, Carmilla?" she asked when tied into place.

"Your Ladyship deserves to be lashed on her inner thighs and her vulva with stinging nettles" was the dutiful maid's calm reply.

Carmilla left her employer to contemplate that fate, and continued her other duties. "It's a living" she thought.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 4/17

The week after her public penance, Lady Wilhemina received a troublesome guest. Lady W was related to most of the royal families of Europe, some closely, some distantly. Her cousins, the King and Queen of a larger neighbouring state, sent their daughter to stay with Lady W in Fredonia for the summer.

The sojourn was really a punishment. In technologically and culturally backward Fredonia, Princess Annabeth would be denied telephone contact with her friends or any modern kind of entertainment. Her royal parents felt she deserved it after how close she came to being expelled in her first year of college. She had been caught 'streaking' on the campus, running naked one evening from her sorority house to the library and back.

She was caught by the campus police. The college officials determined that it wasn't even a hazing stunt. She had simply done it for the thrill, and (unlike her Aunt Wilhemina) because she was proud of her lovely body.

Years of being forced to be prim, proper and elaborately dressed like a Princess should be, had made her go wild that night. She wanted her lissome figure and long blonde hair to feel the evening breeze. And if anyone saw her, she thought, "well they'll see that underneath the royal finery I'm a GIRL, and a sexy one!"

It had taken persuasion by the King and Queen's top bureaucrats and a sizable donation to the college to prevent Annabeth's expulsion and to hush the matter up. They wrote to Lady Wilhemina asking her to take the Princess for a few months. Lady W was dumbfounded. "Don't they know I'm the worst possible person to send her to? I've always assumed my royal relatives know all about me but pretend not to. I'm going to have to make sure Annabeth does NOT look to me as an example. I'll set Carmilla to look after her."

She told her maid Carmilla to keep an eye on their young headstrong guest. "If she misbehaves, bring her to me. I'll punish her myself." In view of her maid's sadistic imagination, she wasn't going to give her free reign over the sensitive skin of a 19-year-old princess.

Carmilla and Annabeth didn't get on well at all. Carmilla had accepted the task of supervision grudgingly, and the Princess was resentful at being kept in such a boring place at all. The maid told her, in respectful terms, that she had to accept some consequences for running around nude in public.

"Is that what my Aunt says?" asked Annabeth. "What a hypocrite! I stopped over in the market square on the way up here, and the sign on the pillars was still up. You know the one I mean - Lady Wilhemina Garron condemned to naked public humiliation by Lady Wilhemina Garron!"

Carmilla's sense of loyalty to her mistress made her incensed. "Perhaps Your Highness was jealous that your little run across a quadrangle was so pathetic compared to your Aunt's daring."

"I could do better than that. I wouldn't mind streaking all the way to that square and back, now it's dark."

Carmilla goaded her. "I find Your Royal Highness hard to believe."

"I bet you" exclaimed the Princess. "I know you can't bet any decent amount of money. So if I chicken out - you can spank me with my hairbrush. But if I do it, YOU get the spanking."

As temporary guardian, Carmilla knew she ought to discourage this. But it was a win-win situation. If this snotty Princess lost the bet, Carmilla could whack her bare bottom with the hairbrush. If Annabeth went ahead with the dare and got caught, at least Carmilla could watch Lady W punishing her. She asked "How will I know that Your Highness has completed the run?"

"You'll see me leave the palace without a stitch. And I'll steal that notice from the market pillars and bring it back." She stripped off her clothes, exposing to the maid her young firm breasts and trendily shaven pubic mound. Then she darted out the servants' entrance and headed for the palace gate. The last thing Carmilla saw was the Princess' long blonde hair above her slim taut buttocks, and thin but strong legs running up the road.

That was how a naked Princess came to be in the market square at night. With no lighting along the road to the palace, her barefoot and nude run was easy. There was some torchlight in the square, but looking around cautiously, Annabeth stole the sign proclaiming her aunt's punishment.

As she turned back toward the palace, a man's voice shouted "Hey!" It was Shirrif Leclaire keeping watch. Annabeth sprinted like mad. She was physically fit, and not encumbered by ancient ceremonial armor as Leclaire was. He couldn't catch her, but he saw the direction she ran. He was aware of the royal visitor's arrival, and put two and two together.

A State of Public Humiliation 1+2

[The pictures in parts 1 to 7 are the last of the cartoon-like pics I did using Blender. From Part 8, Daz Studio was used. When this first went on deviantART.com, one of the comments was 'thanks for showing that mature women need bondage too'. But younger characters enter the story soon. And Lady Salem's group, mentioned in the first paragraph, is the subject of my next series.]

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.