Real Historical Punishments 4-6

Real Punishments - 1227 Elizabeth of Hungary

4. Princess Elizabeth was the daughter of King Andrew II of Hungary. When widowed young, she became virtually enslaved to inquisitor Konrad von Marburg. Paintings by Calderon and Rev. Charles Kingley show her kneeling naked at the altar, making vows of poverty, chastity and obedience (to Konrad). He set standards the Princess couldn't possibly meet as an excuse to whip her as often as possible.
Elizabeth was made a saint for Franciscan devotion and charitable work. Konrad was sent by the Pope to hunt down and torture witches in Germany. The right man for the right job!




Real Punishments - 1306 Countess of Buchan

5. The Countess of Buchan organized the crowning of Robert the Bruce as King of Scotland, using her husband's resources without his knowledge. When Edward Longshanks of England overthrew Robert, the Countess was imprisoned in a cage and shown off to all dignitaries visiting Berwick-on-Tweed.
Where was Mel Gibson when she needed him? (This was the time of William "Braveheart" Wallace)



Real Punishments - 1546 Anne Askew

6. Anne Askew was put on the rack in the Tower of London, for Protestant agitation at a time when the elderly King Henry the Eighth was leaning back toward Catholicism. Bishop Fisher hoped she would implicate Henry's last queen, Catherine Parr.
Anne was later burnt at the stake, wearing bags of gunpowder to make her death mercifully quicker.




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.]

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 4

Pets' Point of View (back a little in time).

Pet One was horrified when the giant opened her cage and thrust a naked man into it with her. What was intended to happen between them? She shrieked and crouched in a corner of the cage, hiding her feminine parts with her hands.

Pet Two was simply confused. How could this happen to him, when he had just helped defeat a dragon, for The Eight's sake! He had been about to return to Whiterun when he spotted mammoths to the northwest. He needed a tusk for Ysolde, and had followed the small herd. What was his reward? To be snatched up, stripped naked, and thrust into a cage.

When he had got a grip on himself (not literally), Pet Two turned to the frightened woman. "I won't hurt you", he assured her. "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"I'm not telling you my name!" said One angrily. "I won't have anyone going around Whiterun saying they saw me naked and kept like a pet. I'm a respected shield-maiden!"

"You seem to have lost your shield" said Two. "And your armor. And everything else. But let's think about how to get out of here."

"We can't" she pouted. "And if you try, he whips you. Just look at my butt." She rolled over, showing him the fading red color of her bottom.

Then suddenly realising what she was doing, she rolled back quickly and hugged her private parts tighter. Now her face was the reddest part of her.

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 3

So that he could make sure the attacked mammoth was all right, Grugg put his new captive in the cage with pet number one. She squealed and covered with her hands the parts of her where she seemed to like being tickled most. She must be telling the new one, thought Grugg, 'these are my favourite places, touch me here.'

When he returned from checking on the mammoth, Grugg saw that his first pet had calmed down but was sitting in the corner of the cage timidly. The new one was making a lot of complex sounds towards her, that didn't mean a thing.

Now and then, Grugg would play with Pet Two. He found that if he tickled it in the right place, he could produce a reaction. But it didn't make the noises Pet One made, so it was not as much fun.

Grugg played with Pet One every day - Pet Two would make angry sounds at him, and soon Grugg noticed that when he grew bored and put One back in her cage, Two would put his arms around her and make quiet soothing sounds.

Just when he thought his pets couldn't get any funnier, Grugg returned to camp and found them in the strangest position together. In the following days, he discovered them holding or touching each other at all sorts of angles, and making rhythmic movements. At these times, Pet One was often making a lot of her little sounds.

Grugg shrugged his shoulders. It was weird, but what else did they have to do? Yet something in the back of his mind told Grugg that one day he might have more pets.

[Next time: A switch to the pets' point of view, including who they are.]

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 1

Bondage, molestation, spanking G/F & G/M (G=giant) and romance.

[Text was written for skyrimkinkmeme, then I did the illustrations later for deviantArt.com. Characters are based on the Skyrim RPG game - the 'dragonborn' is the player's character.
The pictures were made using Daz Studio, not Blender as in the Ladies Spanking Club set. You can click on them for the hi-res versions]

There was very little in life that Grugg understood besides tending his mammoths. There may have been a time when he had been with his own kind, but he had forgotten. To him, the world was divided into himself, mammoths, and the small animals that he spotted now and then and used for food.

One day, Grugg saw a small unfamiliar shape trying to sneak through his camp. It walked on two legs like him, but was much smaller. He snatched it up for a closer look, and it began making a complicated series of high-pitched sounds that Grugg didn't understand. Suddenly, it stung his hand with a sharp piece of metal that it held the way Grugg held his club. He snatched the metal and threw it away.

This little 'thing', for which there was no name, had a hard shell on it like a mud crab. But the shell seemed barely attached. He pulled on it and some thin straps broke. He tossed the shell aside and, finding thin coverings beneath, he tore those away also. The little being began to squeal louder and more desperately.

On closer inspection, the little intruder was not a miniature version of Grugg. It had two lobes on its front, side by side. Grugg looked at his own chest. He didn't have them. This must be a feature that only these little creatures possessed. But lower down, he found that it was also missing things that a normal person ought to have. Peering closely between the legs, he could only see a tiny patch of fur and the hint of an opening. He stretched out a finger and tickled the area, which caused a frantic squeaking that he found highly amusing.

Grugg decided to keep this little thing as a pet. He had some threads for repairing his clothing, thicker than his little pet's fingers. He tied some around its neck, not too tightly, and held the other end between his thumb and finger. He set his new pet on the ground, and it began to run away from him desperately. When the thread was stretched taut, 'she' (Grugg didn't know why that word came up from his memory) tried to pull free, but Grugg held the cord tightly.

Desiring to play with his toy some more, Grugg picked her up again, and began stroking her all over, enjoying the little sounds she made. He noticed that the squeaking grew louder and more amusing when he played with the little lobes on her front, and between her legs. So he tended to tickle those areas with his large finger more than any other.

Grugg had taken a little cage from a nearby fort, which he occasionally used for his food animals. He assembled it and kept his pet there whenever there was important work to do for the mammoths, and when he went to sleep. He shared his food with his pet, and kept her cage clean.