Hobbit-spanking

Hobbit-spanking 101: Pippin

Galadriel saw in her water-mirror what Pippin did at the well in Moria. The noise he made nearly got the whole Fellowship killed. Gandalf had told Pippin he would get a spanking as soon as they were out of danger. But since the old wizard didn't make it, Galadriel took on the task of giving the mischievous young hobbit what he deserved.



Pippin was no stranger to being over someone's lap with a bare butt. But no matter how many spankings he had been given in the past - at the house of the Old Took, or by Farmer Maggot for stealing his crops - Pippin always had a short memory for pain.

This time, he found out that Noldorin high elves are stronger than hobbits! He yelled and kicked as the tall white-clad Lady tanned his bare behind. "Ow! Ow! I promise, I'll behave for the rest of the mission... quest... thing!" He meant it at the time. But that short memory was sure to lead him into trouble again.


Hobbit-spanking 102: Merry

On the way to the battle at Minas Tirith, Eowyn used to slip away from the Rohirrim horde to bathe, so nobody would see she was a woman. Merry had been riding under her cloak all the way from Dunharrow. He was finally tempted to try to see what had been rubbing against the back of his neck all this time. So he followed Eowyn to the stream, being as silent and sneaky as a hobbit can.

But it wasn't enough to fool Eowyn, who was keeping a VERY watchful eye at all times. When she saw it was only Merry, she grabbed him instead of covering up, and said "You need a whipping, little man!" She started to pull down his pants, and he grabbed his waistband trying to hold onto them. "We don't wear underwear in the Shire!" he protested.

Eowyn was unimpressed. "So? You wanted to see me exposed, but you don't want me to see you? Get them down!" She yanked the pants to his ankles. There were rumours she had heard, about males with big feet being big elsewhere. It wasn't true about THIS 'little hobbit'!

Eowyn turned him around and pushed him against a tree. It was unfortunate for Merry that there were so many fresh supple switches to be picked. Over the next five minutes there was a danger that his yells would be heard by the rest of the soldiers.



Getting back on the horse and continuing the Ride of the Rohirrim was a very painful experience for Merry. It was only much later that, on reflection, he thought it had been worth it!


Hobbit-spanking 103: Frodo & Sam

After everyone bowed down to them at Aragorn's coronation, Frodo and Sam thought they had the right to sit in the thrones at Minas Tirith. King Aragorn and Queen Arwen caught them, and told them they were in danger of getting too big for their boots.

Sam said "Excuse me Sire, and Ma'am, but hobbits don't wear boots and that's a fact."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, looked at Arwen and asked "Can we allow such insolence?". Arwen grinned back at him. Suddenly they took hold of a hobbit each and relieved them of their short pants. The sore bottoms the two young heroes got was enough to show them there were some privileges they were not entitled to.



Frodo and Sam took it in good part - it was nothing after what they had been through. But as they left, Sam rubbed his behind and said "Ow! Lady Arwen spanks harder than my old Gaffer!" Frodo clutched his own reddened cheeks and moaned "Strider's sword-arm is mighty strong too!"


Hobbit-spanking 104: Rosie

When Rosie Cotton married Sam, she knew he was a brave hero. He had fought a giant spider alone, just as one example. But he was so shy and polite with her! She wanted him to assert himself like the hero he really was.

So, returning from the bathtub one day, she started teasing and prodding him, being as childish as possible. Sam was puzzled at first and just said "put your clothes on, you'll catch cold". But when she persisted, he finally threatened her with a spanking. "I dare you", she said...



That was the night little Eleanor was conceived.

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 5

FLASHBACK:
Dr Rannveig Geist's harsh methods were based on her own sense of self-discipline. She had written her dissertation on Grotowski's dramatic company, which had lived with the rigor of Trappist monks or nuns and practiced extreme physical exertion.

And to make sure she excelled to the best of her ability, she had imposed severe punishments on herself for any slacking. But it was not part of her make-up to submit herself to any other person. Her dominant personality required that she apply these penalties to herself, alone.

One day during her post-graduate period, she needed to read a dull book, on which it was hard to maintain focus. So she devised a plan to make sure she could not do anything else - she locked herself out of the house naked with nothing else but that book.

The previous day, she had put her spare house key in a small bucket of water, and put it in the freezer. Leaving all her clothes and her main keyring in the house, she went out to the back yard with nothing but the bucket and the book, and slammed the self-locking back door.

Now, she couldn't go back in the house until the ice melted, and her nudity meant she couldn't leave the yard. There was nothing to do but read the book. It was a chilly day, and even this boring text helped distract her from her nakedness.
At one point there came the sound of someone knocking on the front door. "They'll have to go away" thought Miss Geist. But then came the unmistakeable noise of footsteps walking around the side of the house and opening the gate to the back yard.

Miss Geist made no attempt to hide herself, but stood up and put her hands behind her back. This was a discipline she had imposed on herself, and she would accept the consequences. Whoever was coming would see her, full frontal, and that was that. Paraphrasing Shakespeare, she thought "I have set my naked body upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die."

The face that came around the corner and looked shocked and startled was Elsa's. Elsa had been a music tutor when Miss Geist was an undergrad. She had recognized her pupil's genius and had kept in touch. "Rannveig, what on earth are you doing?"



"Making myself study. What are YOU doing, intruding in my back yard?"

"Surely this isn't necessary" exclaimed Elsa, "Get dressed before you catch your death!"

"I can't. And besides, I'm not your pupil any more, so don't try to tell me what to do."

Elsa continued fussing, and her naked former pupil walked to a young plant and picked a switch. "Elsa, I'm going to have to show you who's in charge here, at my own house."

It was on this day that Elsa realised how captivated she was by Rannveig's dominating personality. She obeyed when ordered to get out of her slacks and bend over.

Miss Geist, unencumbered by any clothing, was able to swing the green switch very hard at Elsa's panty-covered bottom and bare thighs. Elsa yelled again and again at the ferocious stinging that lashed her from her waist to the backs of her knees, but she didn't move.



"Now leave and let me return to my studies" said Miss Geist, picking up her book. "Yes, Rannveig" panted Elsa, rubbing her thighs desperately. And the pattern for their future relationship was set.

 ***

Not short of money, the postgraduate Rannveig Geist was able to buy an elaborate machine over the net from Germany. Controlled by a PC, it could swing a cane, switch or whip with varying strengths for a user-determined number of strokes. The time between strokes could also be fixed, or made random to increase suspense.

Whenever Miss Geist thought her work was not the very best she could have done, she would pull down her panties in front of it, and let it do its work. The machine could also vary its height slightly during the strokes, so that it covered her bare bottom with stripes. When she had programmed the PC with the number of strokes she thought she deserved, she would never move until they were done.

On one occasion, her dissertation supervisor pointed out that she had cited an old and discredited source of information. A little more work on research would have revealed the problem. Disgusted with herself, Rannveig disabled the height-adjustment part of the program, so that every stroke would fall on the same spot. She removed her skirt, set the machine for 24 strokes, turned around and tore down her panties angrily.

The first lash was the usual stinging pain, but the next ones were worse and worse. A nasty welt was forming across Rannveig's bare bottom, but the machine only continued to lash the same sore spot. It built up to absolute agony, and she began screaming. But she would not move until her self-imposed punishment was done.



When she went for an interview for her first teaching post, she swore that if she made a mess of it, she would find a way to turn the machine sideways, and spread her legs in front of it. With that threat in the back of her mind, she concentrated very hard on giving impressive answers. But such an awful punishment wasn't necessary - her brilliant career had begun.

Small wonder she thought nothing of giving her own students a simple spanking when they were not up to par!

Skyrim - The Untold Story 9-12

What "Skyrim" didn't tell you about what befell the Dragonborn. She was in fact a blonde Breton mage, condemned as a prisoner to serve her sentence naked. And her punishments didn't stop at that. The smaller pictures are the official story, the larger one is the untold truth: the painful perils of the Dragonborn.

Saadia - a Skyrim sequel - Part 1

Kematu was escorting Iman, the traitorous Redguard noblewoman, back to the land of Hammerfell. She had been hiding in Skyrim disguised as a tavern maid and calling herself Saadia, until the famous Dragonborn had helped capture her.

"You will soon pay for selling out the city of Hegathe to the Aldmeri Dominion, my lady" said Kematu during their first overnight camp. He had promised the Dragonborn that she would not be harmed during the trip back. "What happens to her when we get there is not in my hands" he had added, knowing that punishments for treason were physical and severe. But he thought it absurd to let her keep on her disguise, and tore the barmaid's dress from her.

Saadia cursed at him, but shivered a little - not just from Skyrim's cold, but in the knowledge that more clothing would be stripped from her when she was brought to the stage used for public punishments in Hegathe.



On their return, the evidence of Saadia's treason had already been collected, and her trial was short. Her attitude in court was arrogant and dismissive. The judges sentenced her to a series of corporal punishments. If she confessed and expressed remorse, she would live - if she continued to act haughty and superior, she would be executed.

Kematu was appointed to inflict the punishments. He realised that to save her life he had to chastise her severely - if he went easy on her, she would remain stubborn, and die.

Saadia was chained up in the public square, and her remaining clothes were stripped from her - in front of the common people, whom she despised. It was her snobbery that had made her support the aristocratic Thalmor against her own country. She was humiliated and enraged as the crowd's catcalls greeted the revelation of her naked upper-class body.



Saadia was exposed naked to the Hammerfell crowd in preparation for her punishment. While disguised as a barmaid in Skyrim she had gritted her teeth and endured familiarities from the customers. But this was the ultimate in embarrassment for such a high-born lady. Then Kematu picked up a thick but supple switch, and the first of a series of penalties for treason began.

The stinging pain was ferocious as Kematu whipped her bare buttocks as hard as he could, while the audience cheered. But Saadia gritted her teeth and struggled against yelling. She didn't want to give the crowd the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.

Kematu, however, was determined to break her and make her beg forgiveness for her treason, and thus save her from execution. It wasn't because he liked her - she was a dreadful snob. But Kematu thought she didn't deserve death, just a good whipping. He favoured corporal over capital punishment.



Kematu aimed some hard slashes of the switch to the underside of Saadia's behind. She gave her first yelps, and leapt up a little with each one, which made her breasts bounce in front of the laughing crowd.

Saadia couldn't believe it was possible to feel so humiliated. But she still showed no sign of breaking down and begging to be forgiven. Under her sentence, she was still heading for execution. Kematu realised he would have to inflict a more severe punishment to save her life.

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."

Real Historical Punishments 31-33

Real Punishments - 1788 Liz Dudgens etc.

31. Women were whipped in Australia's first years as a British penal colony, as one witness described:
"Their hair has been cut off and their head shaved, which they seem to dislike more than any other punishment. At first one or two were flogg’d with a cat-o-nine-tails on the naked breech... They were also whilst under punishment so very abusive that there was necessity for gagging them." (Aussie girls have always had attitude).

Elizabeth Dudgens was one such. She had already escaped from one prison ship and swum ashore, and was whipped on the transportation ship during the crossing, for swearing at the Captain. Then at Sydney Cove, she couldn't keep out of trouble.

Real Punishments - 1793 Anne de Mericourt

32. Anne Josèphe Théroigne de Mericourt joined the Girondist party in the French Revolution, and in June 1792 commanded an attack that re-took the Bastille. The crowds called her the Amazon of Liberty. On May 31, 1793, a group of Jacobin women (a rival faction) seized her, stripped her naked, and whipped her in public - in the gardens of the Tuileries - "in a very embarrassing manner" say accounts of the time.

Anne "went mad through rage and shame, and was afterwards confined for 20 years in the lunatic asylums of Bicêtre and Charenton. Whenever she could escape from the vigilance of her jailers, she would strip herself naked, and endeavour to administer to herself the degrading punishment she had once suffered at the hands of the populace." So clearly it wasn't on the back of her body - too ordinary. Whipping her own breasts would be awkward. That leaves one more possibility. And it was done by other women, who knew what would really hurt!




Real Punishments - 1798 Breeze & Flaherty

33. At the Norfolk Island penal colony, Lieutenant-Governor Robert Ross kept a diary and an extract from it reads: "Punished Elizabeth Breeze and Phoebe Flaherty with 23 each for neglect of duty by suffering the hoggets (piglets?) to get into the garden."

What were they doing in that bleak and lonely place, to get them so distracted?

Real Historical Punishments 28-30

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. :)

Real Historical Punishments 25-27

Real Punishments - 1744 Countess Lopukhina

25. Natalia Lopukhina (or Lapuchin) of Russia was an accessory to a treasonous plot involving a foreign diplomat. Empress Elizabeth, who had always been jealous of Natalia's beauty, made sure her lovely skin was marred. On 31 May 1744, the Countess was stripped naked in public, 'horsed' by the soldiers in charge of her punishment, and flogged back and front with the vicious Russian knout. Its broad flat leather lash was hardened, sometimes with a wire core, and jointed with a ring near the end so the tip would travel faster.

Real Punishments - 1746 Janina of Raab

26. A punishment that took place in Hapsburg Hungary is described in 'Aus den Memoiren einer Sangerin' (From the Memoirs of a Singer) and 'Geschichte des Korperliche Zuchtligung' (History of Corporal Punishment). They quote eyewitness Madame Anna von Luft concerning the case of a 19-year-old girl, Janina, who was a student mixed up in revolutionary politics. She was given 12 months jail with a switching once a month in the Raab public square. Anna describes Janina's short prison haircut, and says that a thin garment was provided to punished women, similar to modern panties, for the sake of modesty. But when this was introduced, a sturdier switch and extra strokes were added.

When the executor of Janina's punishment took down her pyjama-like prison pants, she was not wearing the provided underwear! It's possible they were withheld by a cruel official, but Anna thought Janina was a masochist who preferred to be switched on her bare bottom. She was apparently not perturbed at being bent over showing her anatomy in the town square. However, Anna admits Janina didn't seem to enjoy the switching itself - she yelled and pleaded through her 25 strokes on the bare skin. Was Anna mistaken, or had Janina been daring and then wished she hadn't?




Real Punishments - 1762 Catherine the Great

27. Catherine the Great of Russia liked to play games with her high-born ladies-in-waiting. She made them dress as children then, pretending to be their mother, chastised them in ‘truly maternal fashion’. At other times she acted as a governess, ordering her ladies to learn impossible lessons, and then punishing them for their failure. It was reported that during her reign (1762-96) these games were staged so often that the ladies of the Winter Palace had to attend as if attending a school class - with their dresses so adjusted that the Empress could apply discipline conveniently.

When she first married into the royal family, the only way Catherine could interest her ill and somewhat gay husband was by dressing as a soldier and taking discipline from him. Looks like what comes around, goes around!



Please remember that the more detailed non-oil-painting versions of these pictures are at kajiragames.deviantART.com

Strip/Spanking Poker rounds 15-16

Bullying raises from Carmilla increased her large lead. She won a couple of $4200 pots. Then came the penultimate hand.

Both players had unsuited connectors: Drusilla T9 and Carmilla 54. They called and checked to see the flop. It was QS 4S KD, giving Drusilla a straight draw and Carmilla a pair of fours. With her huge lead, this was enough for Carmilla to bet $4800, and Drusilla wouldn't risk drawing to a gutshot straight. She folded and 'assumed the position' for her switching. More yelling and moaning ensued, as the red-haired maid used the whippy switch with a practiced hand.

 
Carmilla  166100
Drusilla   39800


The strip poker tournament, complete with painful penalties, reached its end. Two naked losers stood by as Drusilla pushed all-in for $39,500. She had T7 suited in clubs.

It didn't require any thought for Carmilla the maid to call, with her AK in hand. The women all stood up as the flop was dealt: 5C, 2D, 9S. Drusilla crossed her fingers and begged for something to break Carmilla's high-card advantage: a ten, a seven or two clubs. The turn JH closed off the third of those hopes. Then the river 4D sealed her fate.

Carmilla, winner of the tournament, generously removed her top, giving herself as much freedom of movement as possible. She picked up the cane as Drusilla pulled down her panties. The switch had been bad enough, but the brunette wept freely as the sadistic maid caned her bare behind enthusiastically. Dru had felt the cane before (see my "What Women Dare" series) but getting it from this sadistic redhead was worse.



It had been great fun for Carmilla. Now she could split the winnings with Lady Wilhemina, who had put up her stake, and avoid the whipping she had been promised if she lost.

Carmilla went home with the red marks of the paddle and switch, but Lady Salem, Princess Annabeth and Drusilla needed a lot more soothing ointment over the next week or so. Until the cane marks subsided, sitting down would remind them strongly of the outcome of the match.

THE END

Strip/Spanking Poker rounds 13-14

Now that the match had reached the heads-up stage, new rules applied, to which they had all agreed at the start. Penalties for losing contested hands would now be carried out with a switch. And to make these switchings riskier, both final contestants had to go down one notch in clothing. Carmilla removed her maid's dress, and Drusilla was now down to her panties only. Meanwhile the two eliminated players, Lady Salem and Princess Annabeth, sat naked on their sore caned bottoms. Luck had not favored the aristocrats that day.

A number of uncontested hands took their stacks to: Drusilla $124,750 and Carmilla $81,150. The blinds were now $1200 and $2400.

Drusilla was dealt Q9 suited in clubs and called from the small blind. Carmilla had AQ suited in hearts, and raised to $7900. Drusilla called again. The flop came down TC 7C KS, giving Drusilla a flush draw but she would lose if she didn't hit it.

Carmilla bet $8200 and Drusilla raised to $17500. The maid decided it was now or never and pushed all-in: $72,950. Drusilla called, in what was now likely to be the deciding hand of the match.

The turn was 3H, no help to anyone. Drusilla desperately needed a club. The river came down - 6 of spades. With a high-card win, Carmilla had regained the lead by a huge margin. She was now on $162,300.

Drusilla, now on $43600, didn't have to lose her panties yet. But Carmilla made sure the switching was very painful anyway. The whippy sound of the green sapling filled the room along with Drusilla's yelps and cries. Carmilla made sure plenty of stripes were laid on the lower part of her victim's bottom where the panties covered very little.

Drusilla had a hard slog in front of her to overcome maid Carmilla's huge chip advantage. The match didn't go all Carmilla's way, and Drusilla did get to use the switch. In one hand, she called with Q9 and Carmilla checked with K7-suited.

The flop, 7D AC 6S, was no help to anyone and was checked down. The turn QC gave Drusilla some hope. She bet $3500 and Carmilla could afford to call and see the river. It turned out to be 5D. Still no help, but Drusilla bet her queens with $6000. Carmilla believed her and folded, even though it meant bending over for the switch in her underwear.

Drusilla learnt well from Carmilla how to make the switching hurt, and paid the maid back in full. She laid most of her strokes on the bare lower part of the victim's behind, where her thong panties gave no protection. Carmilla could no longer preserve the silence she'd kept so far - she yelped and hissed through gritted teeth.

Carmilla was used to handing out pain and humiliation, not taking it. Besides losing a spanking bet to Annabeth, there had only been that one time she fell foul of Fredonia's archaic laws, and been exposed naked in the town square, where anyone could slap her. (See "A State of Public Humiliation" series).

The $18,400 pot brought the totals to:
Carmilla 158000
Drusilla  47900

Game of Thrones deleted scenes - episode 6

Robb has captured Osha after she and two men attack his crippled little brother Bran. The episode as broadcast implies that she got away with merely being put in chains for it. Does anyone believe that? In the deleted scene, Robb has picked a switch. Only a thin one, but he's faced her outwards for it. He applies it from breasts to thighs, until she's really sorry for ganging up on a defenceless child.

In episode 6, Sansa was very rude to her governess, Septa Mordane. She never got away with that as a little girl, and she doesn't now.

Ros flashes her pussy at Theon Greyjoy as she rides away on a cart. She should have known that would provoke him. People have been tied over a 'horse' to be spanked before, but it's not usually so literal.

More in a few days.

What Women Dare - Streaks 5 to 8

5. Carmilla from my "State of Public Humiliation" series makes a guest appearance.

6. Isabelle is one of the most popular models on deviantART. She is the wife of user ~boudartmoreau, and like other 3d artists, I created a character to look like her, with her permission. I warned her that Leclaire might catch her in the act! :)

7. A chance to use some of the wierder options in Daz Studio 4's monster expansion.

8. In the very first paragraph of "A State of Public Humiliation" I told of the ill-feeling and jealousy betweed Ladies Salem and Wilhemina. Lady W finally gets a long-held wish.

What Women Dare - Streaks 1 to 4

Lady Salem leads a little club of Fredonian women inspired by Princess Annabeth (see "A State of Public Humiliation" series). They have become addicted to the adrenalin high from naked streaking and similar public exposure. They have filled a box with written dares, and take turns drawing one. The only restraint on the riskiness of dares is that you might draw one of your own! The box gets new ideas added to it constantly. If Shirrif Leclaire or his town guards catch them, he can use corporal punishment - with its severity determined by him according to how indecent their exposure was. Sometimes it happens, sometimes they get away with it.

With these comic-style pictures, it's definitely best to click on them and expand them to their full size.You might need your browser's 'view image' option so you can fill the screen and pan down.

1. Genevieve eludes the guardswoman and gets her clothes back on in time.

2. Brianna gets caught by Shirrif Leclaire (from the State of Public Humiliation). It is the group's first offence, and he is lenient this time.

3. The group's leader, Lady Salem, has to draw a dare from the box. It doesn't turn out well for her when the Shirrif picks a supple switch. I thought the last frame was worth re-rendering in higher resolution.

4.  Drusilla is unlucky, and draws a high-risk dare from the box. Leclaire is not impressed by her rudeness to the little country's Ruler.

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".


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 10/17

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!"