Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 38

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 38: Crazier Than Roberta?

Prince Lacroix's orders were to find Dr Grout, head of a mental institution and primogen of Roberta's own Malkavian clan. The institute was architecturally an old mansion owned by Grout, and as she explored, Roberta found dictaphone recordings that told his story.

A Malkavian vampiress apparently crazier than Roberta had been committed to the asylum, and had bitten and sired Dr Grout against his will. Grout had come to terms with his vampirism and was offered the post of primogen because he was more articulate than most Malkavs. His form of madness came in the form of voices, that warned him that Lacroix and other senior vampires were out to get him. Paranoia had made him stop turning up for vampire council meetings.

Roberta also found out that the most dangerous inmates had escaped in Grout's absence and were now knife-wielding obstacles to her search. The males were the most dangerous and had to be taken out with Roberta's fireaxe or her fangs. But with the women she could be more subtle.

One of Dr Grout's recordings said in his sophisticated voice: "Whatever mental disease has afflicted my female patients has increased their aggression but also raised their sensitivity exponentially. My attendants, before they were presumably killed in the mass escape, found that any one could be brought under control by taking a firm grip on one of their nipples. The pain thereof apparently overcomes their rage."

When Roberta encountered most of the women they were apparently oblivious to their surroundings, either weeping or laughing hysterically. To avoid their knife attacks, Roberta simply needed to sneak up behind them and grab one of their boobs. A hard nipple pinch and they would collapse to the ground screaming, and remain helpless till Roberta was well past them.

Only one of them was facing Roberta and alerted. She attacked the vampiress immediately, slashing the air with her knife. But no madwoman could match vampiric speed. Roberta dodged, knocked her opponent to the floor and straddled her. Then she took a firm grip of both nipples and pinched hard. The inmate yelled blue murder and dropped her knife. Roberta left her rolling around on the floor clutching her offended breasts.

The last opponent before Grout's inner sanctum was a male. Roberta wondered whether he would have a similar sensitivity in HIS gender-specific organs. As the madman attacked, she aimed a swift vampiric kick between his legs. He yelled, but the yell turned into a maniacal laugh, and he stood with his legs apart as if inviting her to do the same again.

Obviously the madness didn't work the same way with men. This one at least seemed to have some kind of masochism. It was tempting to kick him a few times for the hell of it, but Roberta didn't have time. She leapt at him, wrapped her bare legs around his waist and started to feed. The madman continued laughing, apparently enjoying this too. But the laughter became weaker and stopped as Roberta drank the last of his blood.

Again Roberta had the unusual feeling of being the sanest person in the building. She moved on to the ornate double doors to Dr Grout's private suite.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 23

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 23: Tourette's Syndrome.

When Roberta burst in, it looked at first as though Therese was pointing a gun at the bathroom, which presumably contained Jeanette as she had said on the phone. But then "Therese" turned her head. Her left half had one of Jeanette's ponytails and her eye make-up. Roberta now knew why she had only seen one twin at a time, and why there was only one bed.

The schizophrenic Therese/Jeanette entity, whom Roberta immediately christened 'Tourette', proceeded to have a bitter argument with herself. Slowly, the rest of the twins' story came out. Therese had already told Roberta of her jealousy over Jeanette's daily spankings from their father, whereas Therese (the good girl) received no intimate contact from him - no hugs, nothing. The family picture on the wall showed that there had once been two real girls.

The last thing Therese had said was "One day I couldn't take it any more". Now, the Jeanette half of Tourette spilled the beans. "She picked up Father's shotgun and blew his brains out." Roberta made the logical deduction - Therese had killed the real Jeanette as well.

"All he had to do was TOUCH ME!" raved Therese. "I wouldn't have cared how much a spanking hurt. I wanted him to whip my butt raw with his belt, make me scream. Anything rather than ignore me."

"You murdered him, and you call yourself the GOOD girl?" replied the Jeanette personality, unaware that her real self had also been killed. "I hope you choke with your jealousy." She took on a purring, bragging tone, goading her Therese half. "It was so sensual, so intimate, being over Daddy's lap, bare bottom, feeling his hand on me. And he always cuddled me when he thought I'd learned my lesson."

'Therese' screamed with rage. "You perverted, incestuous bitch. No wonder you have the morals of an alley cat." Tourette's right hand slapped the left side of her face.

"You HIT me, you cold sexless witch. Take this!" The left hand grabbed the right breast and squeezed cruelly. The right hand retaliated, inserting itself into Tourette's business suit and pinching the left nipple as hard as possible. The personalities' shared mouth screamed.

Roberta stood there as Tourette continued hurting herself, screaming and cursing. Earlier, she had doubted that the twins were Malkavian vampires like herself, since their speech pattern wasn't as mad as her own. But now she thought herself relatively sane. Was Therese made a vampire before the murders, or did her cracked mind attract a Malkavian sire afterwards? Perhaps becoming a Malkavian vampire was what made her 'resurrect' Jeanette in her mind, becoming her for half the time. Roberta would never know.

But then she realised she had a stake in this contest. 'Therese' was as cold as an iceberg, whereas 'Jeanette' was a superb bisexual lover who had given her the hottest orgasms ever. Roberta took the latter's side in the argument. "Therese torments twin terribly, jabs Jeanette due to jarring jealousy. Sexy sister suffers scorn of spectacled sibling."

"That's right" said the Jeanette half, ripping the suit jacket so she could better torture 'Therese's right breast. She dug her fingernails into the aureole. The dual personality screamed again and her right hand raised the gun. Roberta called out desperately to 'Jeanette', "Look out, lesbian lover. Grab gun, gorgeous gay girl." Both hands fought over the pistol, and it went off.

A single shot wasn't enough to kill a vampire like Tourette. But in her addled mind 'Therese' was now dead, and 'Jeanette' took over completely. "Oww, that bitch really hurt my tit" she said, stroking her left nipple.

"Bare that bodacious bruised boob, bi beauty" urged Roberta sympathetically. "Slave slut soothes sore spot." She helped the blonde remove the jacket and her dishevelled bra, and set to work kissing and licking the left breast.

Jeanette (for this is who she was now) moaned and said "The other one hurts too - I don't know why." Roberta comforted the right boob similarly, until Jeanette seemed calm and relaxed. Then she remembered why she had gotten involved with the twins in the first place.

"Tell tit-licker trouble towards Tung is terminated?" She needed information from Bertram Tung, who had gone into hiding under threat from the "twins".

"Of course. It was Therese that was at war with that Nosferatu. Now she's dead. And I can't even see her ashes on the floor. Oh well!" chirped Jeanette. "I'll get word to Tung and say he's okay with the Asylum now, provided he helps my favourite fledgling." She kissed Roberta's lips. "Good luck, darling! Be back soon, I'm going to be lonely here all by myself." She licked her lips and winked in a way that promised further pleasures.

"Roberta returns, ready to repeat recent raunchy romp. Ta-ta, triumphant twin." She skipped out of the nightclub, without giving the demised personality called Therese another thought.

Saadia - a Skyrim sequel - Part 2

For Kematu it was essential to break Saadia's stubborn arrogance, and so save her from execution. He switched instruments and targets. Choosing a multi-tailed whip with thin lashes, he moved to the traitor's front and began lashing her bare breasts. Saadia began screaming in earnest, and the huge audience roared its approval.

Saadia cursed the crowd, and cursed Kematu. She cursed the Dragonborn for luring her out to the Whiterun stables so she could be captured. But finally she got around to cursing the Thalmor of the Aldmeri Dominion, for talking her into helping them attack her own people. The tone of her screams began to change from rage to distress and sorrow.

Although Saadia was changing her mind about whether stubbornness was a good strategy, Kematu could tell she wasn't quite broken yet. He switched back to the switch (!) and held it between her legs. When Saadia felt it brush her inner thighs, she shouted "Nooo!".
One quick upward flick was all it took. When the traitorous noblewoman felt the sting on her most sensitive place, she screamed and began gabbling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it! Please stop!"



Saadia had finally broken and was confessing her treason. Kematu unchained her so she could beg the crowd's pardon properly. On her knees, she asked for mercy. Seeing her so humbled, the crowd laughed and applauded.



Kematu led her away to her lifelong house arrest. Her conditions would be reasonably comfortable, but she wouldn't be trusted out of sight of Hammerfell's guards ever again. And if she ever misbehaved, they would know how to punish her. But Kematu's severe ministrations had saved her from hanging. He felt quite satisfied.

THE END

Buffy's Spanking Club - Team Sports 5-8

Willow had watched all this with amazed admiration at how pleasure and pain had been used together. Now it was her turn, as one of the three winners, to exact a penalty. And it would, at last, be her dear friend Buffy at her mercy.

Willow stood in front of her naked best friend. "Buffy!" she said with great jollity, "At last it's my turn. After that first spanking you gave me, and after whacking my poor nude body with that hairbrush - now look who's the naked victim!"

Faith came up beside them, keen to help punish the blonde Slayer who had beaten her every time, back when she went bad. "What do you want to whip her bottom with? And whatever it is, can I have a turn?"

Willow replied "Punishing her behind can wait until later. We all know what Buffy has that we admire and envy." She reached out with both hands and lifted Buffy's breasts a little, feeling their weight.

"Oh no!" cried Buffy, although she was half smiling. What was Willow going to do to them?

"Oh yes! You can't blame me for indulging a little jealousy along with my payback."

Willow tweaked both nipples. Buffy squealed, giggled, and turned her body to get her boobs out of her friend's hands. Faith saw how she could help. She turned Buffy back towards Willow then held her wrists behind her. "Stay still and accept your penalty" she ordered.

Willow slapped Buffy's left breast sideways, obtaining another squeal. Then she used her left hand to do the same with the other boob. The well-shaped breasts bounced each time. Then she smacked upwards onto the underside of each one, which caused a lot more bouncing. Another sharp tweak to the nipples, and the pattern of slaps was repeated. Buffy was very vocal: "Ow! Don't! Eeek! Ow! That hurts!"

Tara was powerfully turned on watching this happen. As the third member of the winning team, she wanted to participate. "Harder!" she urged.

Willow gave the bare nipples more than a tweak - she gave them a hard cruel pinch, followed by more vigorous breast-slaps. Buffy yelled, and struggled in Faith's grip. But her fellow Slayer had a firm grip on her arms, and held her tits properly available for torment. Willow asked "Who else wants me to torture her harder for having better boobs than ours?"

Fred didn't want to betray her team mate. She and Cordelia were both waiting naked for further penalties themselves. Cordelia had no such scruples. She risked the fact that her own tits were bare and available for punishment, by calling out "I do! Make her scream!"

Willow stepped to the left a little so that her right palm could smack Buffy's bosom front-on. This meant the pinioned blonde's nipples were getting the full impact of the slaps. "Aaargh, no!" she yelled, and bent her knees so that she sunk downwards, the one kind of movement out of the firing line that Faith's grip could not prevent.

"Now that's very naughty of you, refusing your punishment" said Willow. "You know, there are other places to smack!" She held her hand on her friend's pubic bush, her fingertips reaching to the labia. Buffy straightened up and pleaded "No! I'll stand still!"

It was hard to keep her promise. As well as hard slaps at every angle, Willow alternated with sustained two-hand nipple pinches, and then twisted them a little - a thorough 'nipple-cripple'. Buffy gave the scream Cordelia wanted, very loudly.

"OK, that's enough being cruel to your titties" said Willow. "But we'll be back to thrash your bottom very hard later. What's next?"

"My turn to put Fred over my knee" said Tara enthusiastically.

Nude little Winifred Burkle was pulled over Tara's lap. Tara had received her first real spanking from Fred during the club's initiation rituals. But she had no thoughts of revenge, only of gratitude. She wanted to show the studious girl lying across her thighs how sexy a spanking could be.

She adjusted Fred's angle across her lap so that there was more room to spread her legs. With little slaps to the inner thighs, she made her spankee move her left leg until her hip was hard up against Tara's stomach, then the right leg as far as it would go without Fred falling off her lap. Knowing what kind of spanking this would be, the other four women moved behind Fred and saw how completely exposed her vulva was for whatever Tara wanted to do.

What happened was quite simple. Tara gave Fred a classic erotic spanking, just the way Tara had always dreamed of it being done to herself. "They say it's more blessed to give than to receive", she thought. Before any smacks landed, she stroked the bottom and thighs laid out for her, running a finger down each inner thigh unhurriedly. Fred moaned and trembled.



Then the spanks began very lightly, and gradually getting stronger. It was quite a while before the stinging was enough to make Fred gasp and squirm a little. Tara switched back to the same kind of stroking as before, but followed with one upward brush of her fingertips along Fred's labia, as an indication of things to come.

The next round of spanking was stronger and caused a lot of mewing and gasping from Fred. But Tara followed it with unabashed caresses of her vulva.

Fred didn't try to fight the sensations as Cordelia had. This felt incredibly good! She was over a lesbian's lap having her bodily sensations completely manipulated; she didn't care what anyone thought, but just moaned and squeaked contentedly.

When her sounds reached a certain pitch, Tara would switch back to spanking, each time harder. After a few cycles, she was smacking her naked victim's bottom very hard indeed. Fred would have been yelling blue murder if the endorphins released by her sexual ecstasy were not acting as a natural anasthetic and tranquilizer. Instead the sounds she made while being spanked became more and more similar to those she made when being caressed.

When Fred's bottom was very red and her gasps took on a breathless quality, Tara kept her hand stroking the smaller of her two targets until there was a pronounced trembling in the naked body over her lap, and a long high-pitched keening was heard from its owner.

When she sat up, Fred's face was red and damp. Her wide eyes looking at Tara spoke of gratitude and appreciation, but she was panting too much to get any words out.

"You'll spoil her!" said Faith. Fred knew her final spanking from the strong vampire slayer, when it came, would not be anywhere near as cosy.

"Do you want to go straight on to Cordelia?" Willow asked Tara.

"No, she'll keep. Give Buffy another session."

As Willow and Faith for the second time approached Buffy's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Willow, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Faith, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"

"With pleasure" exclaimed the dark Slayer. It was thin, green and very whippy - Faith's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"

"You can do ALL the switching" said Willow. "I want to look into dear Buffy's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."

It was plain to Buffy that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.



The thin red line the switch made on Buffy's bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Buffy, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.

Willow said to Faith "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."

"OK" Buffy's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."

"I've got a better idea" said Willow. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Buffy, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."

"OK... OK..." Buffy gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."

"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."

Faith resumed stinging Buffy's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Willow watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Willow's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.

"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Willow smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.

Faith managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Buffy screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Willow pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Buffy's vulva.

"Oooww!" The naked blonde's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.

The white lotion was really needed - Buffy's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Willow applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"

Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous Cordelia. And now Tara approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Cordelia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."

Cordelia was not comforted in the least by Tara's statement. She knew what it meant - the buxom lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be difficult. Cordelia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club was going to be embarrassing.

Tara, for her part, wanted to further molest the arrogant brunette, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Cordelia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Cordelia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Tara's keen hand might do.



Not everything Tara did to Cordelia can be described here without turning the story into pure porn. Let's just say she didn't keep to the outside surfaces of the body submitted to her, and that she didn't use only her hands. Cordelia knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Tara wanted to achieve.

Cordelia, like all the girls in the club but Tara, was only a little bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought  she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. Except Angel, and he was off limits. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Tara to do the exact same things, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.

Conversely, Tara went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.

How could Cordelia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Tara switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her pussy to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Tara.

But Tara didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Tara had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Cordelia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.

After Cordelia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Tara said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."

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Real Punishments - 1767 Mary Clifford

28. Three indentured English apprentice girls (all named Mary), were caned and forced to work naked in front of men by their mistress, Elizabeth Brownrigg. Mary Clifford was treated worst. She was suspended from a beam to be caned, and kept in appalling conditions of dirt and starvation.

Mary C escaped to a hospital after intervention by parish officials, where she died. Brownrigg was hanged for murder, with the people lining the streets of her last ride to 'boo' and berate her. At one time the crowds would have liked to watch such canings, but this was the Age Of Enlightenment, and feelings were starting to change.


Real Punishments - 1768 Rosa Keller

29. At Arceuil near Paris, Rosa Keller was offered a job as a servant by a young nobleman. When she arrived for work she found out the true agenda of her new master, the Marquis de Sade. He made her strip naked at gunpoint, chained her up in the attic, and whipped her cruelly. He was jailed for this, and not for the last time.



Although he wrote about all kinds of strange perversions, the Marquis' actual practice was the simple situation pictured. He wasn't a nice guy by any stretch of the imagination, but unlike his contemporaries (both aristocrats and revolutionaries) he never killed anyone.


Real Punishments - 1786 Countess de LaMotte

30. This Countess of the noble Valois family became involved in a fraud concerning Queen Marie Antionette's diamonds. The Queen was furious and vengeful. Not present in court, LaMotte didn't hear her sentence until it was carried out. She was stripped bare in her cell and brought naked to Paris's public place of punishment, the Cours de Justice. The humiliated Countess was then flogged - some accounts say with switches, others with rods. All the time, she screamed insults at her captors and struggled violently. Then she was branded with a hot iron and jailed.




After she was released, the Countess travelled through England making money from her memoirs and stirring up support for the French Revolution. She was quite willing to show the marks of her punishment to gain sympathy. Marie Antoinette, of course, got a worse sentence than the Countess when the Revolution came. I wonder if Dickens' "Madame DeFarge" (who knitted and laughed as the guillotine did its work) was really Countess de LaMotte in disguise. :)

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Real Punishments - 1704 Senora Vasconcellos

22. English by birth, but married to a Spaniard, the Senora was whipped by the Inquisition, and burned in several places on her body. And why not? The English were ALL heretics, weren't they?

It was a surprise to Ms Vasconcellos. As the saying goes: "Nobody expects..."

Real Punishments - 1704 Maria Pritchard

23. In the records of Bristol, England:
"Maria Pritchard, for a cheat, in taking three yards of dowel from Mr. Rishton in the name of Alderman Swymmer, to be stripped naked to the waist on Friday morning next, and whipped from the Toizey, down one side of High Street and up the other, between the hours of 12 and 1 o’clock".

This time the horse's asses form book-ends in the picture. BTW there's no dictionary definition of Toizey, so it must have been a named place in Bristol, like this town square.




Real Punishments - 1729 Catherine Cadiere

24. Catherine Cadiere was chastised naked twice a week as a teenager by her confessor, Father Jean-Batiste Gerard. She was made a ward of Ollioules convent in 1729, at age 20. The Abbess, rightly suspicious, wouldn't let Fr Gerard see her except in the confessional. He convinced Catherine to present her bare bottom at the grill for punishment.

The nuns found out and banned him from the convent but nothing happened to him, of course.

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Real Punishments - 1671 Jane Farrett

19. The records of the Wakefield Sessions (England) dated October 5, 1671 contain the following judgement:

'Forasmuch as Jane, the wife of William Farrett of Selby, a shoemaker, stands indicted at this sessions for a common scold, to the great annoyance and disturbance of her neighbours, and breach of His Majesty’s peace. It is therefore ordered that the said Jane Farrett, for the said offence, be openly ducked, and ducked three times over the head and ears by the constables of Selby aforesaid, for which this shall be their warrant.'

The townsfolk: "When we say SHUT UP we mean SHUT UP!"

Real Punishments - 1681 Sophia Lindsay

20. Lady Sophia Lindsay helped her father, the Earl of Argyll, escape from his house arrest for alleged treason. In May 1681, she was sentenced to be whipped through the streets at the cart's tail. Her family appealed to the Duke of York for clemency - it would be unfitting for an aristocratic woman to be punished in a way usually reserved for whores.

His Grace reduced her sentence to a lesser but still painful punishment in private - the birch. Lady Sophia's birching, which was always given on the bare bottom, took half an hour and wore out two bunches of birch twigs.

Here, as the noble Lady is about to start screaming and crying, she has an extra humiliation - her maid gets to watch (no doubt remembering all the times SHE's been disciplined).




Real Punishments - 1692 Tituba

21. Everyone knows about the witch trials in Salem ("The Crucible" was based on real trials). This pricking on the rack with hot needles, to find a 'witches mark', was part of the usual process. It involved careful examination of the accused woman's naked body.

Not that this was in any way a motivation for these puritanical Christian men. Surely not!



[This was going to be Lizzie Proctor, but I realised that white women are over-represented in this series. These puritans were affirmative-action torturers.]

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Real Punishments - 1663 Anne Coleman

16. One of the three Quaker women whipped in my last posting, Anne Coleman was caught preaching again the following winter in Salem, Massachusetts. This was not allowed for women OR Quakers. During the resulting whipping, the lash curled around and severely hurt her right nipple. All the Puritan constable had to do was stand a bit closer.


Question: Of the two characters on the right, which one is the bigger horse's ass?


Real Punishments - 1665 Mrs Tollman

17. Fact: At the Rhode Island colony in America, Peter Tollman sought divorce from his wife for her adultery. Found guilty, she was given 15 strokes of the cane at Portsmouth and 15 at Newport, to be delivered on the bare skin.

Speculation: Ships of the British Navy were well set up for flogging sailors and caning the young midshipmen (officer cadets). What if a ship was in port and offered its facilities to the local authorities for the purpose of correcting the adulteress? After all, the crew had never seen a woman punished before, and there's nothing like some good R&R. :)

This one was not suitable to be 'oilified':

Real Punishments - 1671 Skipping Joan

18. "Skipping" Joan was a nickname used for her by a cartoonist in London. She and other girls were the victims of "Whipping Tom", a phantom nuisance in 1671. He would jump out at young women, lift their dresses and, shouting "Spanko!", would proceed to do just that. This was before knickers were invented, and poor women had not many layers of skirts.

"Whipping Tom" occasionally used a strap, but mostly his hand. He was never caught. I sometimes wonder if he was an ancestor of mine - it would explain a lot!



Series blurb:
A history of the bondage and corporal punishment of females, using only incidents where a name and approximate date are known. I'm doing them in chronological order, covering from the first century to the nineteenth.

[Notes: (1) Some licence is taken with the positioning and state of dress of the victim, as this is usually unknown. (2) Most quotes in this series are from "Encyclopedia of Cruelty", Felicity Press, Islington Australia, 1995.]

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Real Punishments - 1590 Gilly Duncan

10. The Deputy Bailiff of Tranent in Scotland became (he claimed) suspicious of his maid and decided to look for a "witch's mark" on her body - a point that did not feel pain. This was done with hot needles and involved examining every inch of skin, including the scalp.

No doubt the Bailiff had always wanted to see Gilly Duncan naked, and accusing her of witchcraft let him throw in a little torture as well. He couldn't normally touch those boobs and get away with it, but with the right excuse...



Real Punishments - 1629 Gotter Ness

11. During the witch trials in Germany, in 1629, a woman named Gotter Ness (one of many victims) was forced onto a metal seat over a fire. But she wouldn't confess to witchcraft. History doesn't record whether she was executed anyway. Those holy inquisitors - they were really fun guys!



[I never had such trouble with a render as this damn picture! Daz/3Delight wouldn't stop crashing to desktop until I removed a second inquisitor, turned off all shadow casting, and took out the red light-source. I had to replace the red light in post-production (with GIMP). And my computer is only a year old!]


Real Punishments - 1650 Susan Coles

12. In the mid-17th century according to the records of Hartford, Connecticut, a maidservant named Susan Coles was arraigned ‘for her rebellious cariedge towards her mistres’. Susan was sent to the house of correction, there to be ‘kept to hard labour and coarse dyet, to be brought forth the next lecture day to be publicquely corrected and so to be corrected weekly until order be given to the contrary.’ (Original spelling).

Some of the American colonies imported an English method of bondage for punishment called 'the Bilboes', intended to inflict maximum public humiliation on those punished. This weekly exposure and caning will teach Susan not to be cheeky to her Mistress!

Real Historical Punishments special

I've made and posted these 1907 incidents - out of chronological order in my historical series - because of their topicality. (And without the oil-painting effect this time.)

Real Punishments - 1907 Anna Smirnoff

Anna Smirnoff, a Russian revolutionary, shouted at Tsarist troops for attacking women and children. She was stripped naked by them, and taunted as she was flogged.

This was a time when Russia had an absolute ruler, supported by the Orthodox church, and women were arrested for criticizing the regime. That couldn't happen there today.


Real Punishments - 1907 Marie Spiridonoff



Marie Spiridonoff, another Russian revolutionary, attacked a local Tsarist tyrant. She was kept nude, outside in the cold, by the Tsar's troops and subjected to breast and pussy torture.

As with the previous picture, this was a time when there was an absolute ruler, supported by the Orthodox church, and women were arrested for opposing him. That couldn't happen in Russia today.

Slavegirl in Oblivion 7

Censored frame is because deviantART (where this was first posted) has a list of no-no's and MASTURBATION (gasp) is one of them.

Game of Thrones deleted scenes - episodes 9,10

In Episode 9, the dwarf Tyrion competes with his new mistress Shae for who can hold hot metal the longest. Then they play drinking games. It's obvious what sort of game they end up playing in the deleted scene. Whoever says "Oow, no more!" in the shortest time has to run around the Lannister camp naked.

Episode 10: The final image of Season 1. Clearly, the baby dragons think Dany is their mother, and one of them is a bit too hungry.

This series must pause for a while - where I live in rural Australia, I haven't been able to see season 2 yet. But I'm getting it soon.

Game of Thrones deleted scenes - episodes 4,5

When Doreah dripped hot candlewax on Viserys in the bath, it revealed what sort of kinks he likes.

Episode 4 was when the increasingly sun-tanned Dany (now a barbarian queen) asserted herself over her brother Viserys. This is his point-of-view shot from the deleted scene, where slave Doreah helps her Mistress make it quite clear who has the power now.

Episode 5: When Theon Greyjoy visits Ros at the brothel, a bit of his true nature comes to the fore, especially when she implies that the dwarf Tyrion is a better lover than him.

After Arya chases a cat and gets stuck in the Kings Landing cellars, her father Ned says "I had half my guard out searching for you!". Worried for her safety, he has to discourage her from wandering into dangerous areas again.

Klingon-Orion Slavegirl 1-6

When this went up on deviantART, I also made a (scantily) clothed version for the Star Trek fangroups. This version is an alternative universe where the slavegirls don't wear clothes.

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!"