THE LADY ASHLEY'S PENANCE by Tom Justin It was stifling hot in the crowded courtroom as twenty-two year-old, Lady Ashley Hamilton rose to her feet and faced the somber, bewigged magistrate. The proud jut of the defiant beauty's jaw gave evidence to the fiery temperament of the young noblewoman as she impassively awaited her sentencing. The court's verdict was never in doubt to any of those in attendance for the infamy of the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter's crime had spread throughout the village. The high-spirited young woman, in a fit of anger at her domineering father, had run off with a lover after first ransacking her father's home of everything of value that she could carry. The girl had succumbed to the persuasive charms of a handsome rouge by the name of Jack Lawrence, and the two of them had led the law on a merry chase before they were finally caught in nearby Athington. Knowing that the gallows awaited him, Jack Lawrence chose to die at the point of a sword instead after first killing two of the sheriff's men in the melee that ensued. The struggling, cursing Lady Ashley was returned to her disgraced parent in chains to suffer his anger. It was the Earl of Brockhurst's decree that his rebellious offspring would receive no leniency from the court for the dishonor she had brought upon his household, and the shamed nobleman had advised the Lord Justice Campbell on the severity of his daughter's punishment The grim-faced judge cleared his throat and announced solemnly, "Lady Ashley Hamilton, it is the decision of this court that for the crime of thievery, wantonness, and accessory to murder, on the morrow you be taken to the prison yard, stripped naked and bound to the cart's tail. You will then be led through the streets of Covington and whipped lustily from your neck to your knees. Furthermore, at the four corners of the town square the cart will halt and you will be ordered to bend over and spread your legs for three strokes of the lash where you least desire it but where it will do your soul the most good." The magistrate paused for a moment then asked, "Have you anything to say?" The willful young woman raise her head in the arrogant and haughty manner she had assumed during the court proceedings and shook her head scornfully. The Lady Ashley had incurred her father's wrath and stoically accepted her fate. Only the merest trembling of the defiant penitent's lips at the pronouncement of her harsh sentence had shown on her impassive countenance. Those in attendance expecting pleading or tears were sorely disappointed. The judge made a motion with his hand, and two burly guards stepped forward to dwarf the slender loveliness of the condemned beauty. The sharp crack of the justice's gravel announced the end of the trial and the Lady Ashley Hamilton was led away, head high, eyes blazing defiantly. In the morning, she would suffer the sting of the flogger's lash.
Chapter 2 It was a boisterous crowd that jammed the prison yard, braving the early morning chill to witness the public flogging and humiliation of the young Mistress Hamilton. They had been gathering since dawn to obtain favorable positions of viewing. Unlike the common harlots who ordinarily earned the cart tail whippings, the haughtiness and vivid beauty of the Lord of Brockhurst's daughter promised to be a rare treat for the expectant townsfolk. Outside the prison gate, the sides of Burton Avenue, the first street of the cart tail procession, were also lined with eager onlookers, all anxious for a view of the Lady Ashley's naked shame as she endured her painful degradation. The clip-clop of horse's hoofs and the creak of wooden wheels on the raised cobblestones announced the arrival of the cart. In it rode two men, the driver and the flogger. The driver was slouched in his seat, his hat pulled down low on his head. Next to him sat Rubin James, the man chosen to flog the Earl's daughter. Master James, a solidly-built man in his mid-forties, was one of the jailers at Cranwell prison. His experience and expertise with the lash made him a frequent choice of the court for the cart tail whippings. The man's hairy arms were bare outside his sleeveless leather jerkin, and coiled in his strong hands was the single-thonged whip that would sear the Lady Ashley's tender flesh. As the cart rolled to a stop, the flogger stepped down and the crowd looked expectantly at the heavy oaken door of the jail. They knew that the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter was inside, awaiting her court-ordered punishment and degradation. Several minutes passed, then a scraping sound was heard as the locking bolt was drawn and the thick door swung open. A hush fell over the spectators as the Lady Ashley Hamilton appeared. Two guards flanked the condemned young noblewoman and they each grasped one of her arms as they escorted her outside. They stopped at the rear of the waiting cart, and the Earl's daughter shook off the men's awkward hands. The sentenced beauty stood erect, her fiery blue eyes staring indifferently above the heads of the crowd, her lovely face a graven image of defiance. At a sign from the flogger, the two guards each seized one of the girl's wrists and made them fast to the cart tail with lengths of stout hempen cord. The Lady Ashley grimaced as the chafing bonds bit into the soft skin of her slender wrists. She then glanced briefly over her shoulder and saw her stern-faced executioner step forward. A murmur of anticipation could be heard among the gathered onlookers as they eagerly awaited the lustful and delicious spectacle that they would be privileged to see. It was not every day that the common citizens of Covington saw a lady of quality, so young and beautiful, stripped naked and flogged for their delectation. And the haughtiness of the Lady Ashley's attitude, along with her vivid and sensual beauty, stirred in the hearts of the crowd the lascivious urge to see her fully taste the bitter draught of suffering and ignominy she had coming to her. The sentenced young martyr felt the callused hands of Rubin James at the neck of her gown. She heard a tearing sound and felt the heat of the morning sun on her bare shoulders as he ripped the garment down. The renting of the dress did not stop at the Lady Ashley's waist but continued until the tattered remnants lay festooned at her feet. In order to shorten the shaming preparation for her flogging, the Lord of Brockhurst's daughter had left off her stays and petticoats and wore only a chemise and camisole under her dress, along with her white batiste drawers. Presented in this scanty and provocative dishabille, the defiant penitent stared unblushingly ahead as a gasp of admiration rose at the sight of her voluptuous, graceful body so tautly presented with extended arms and bound hands. Next to be ripped off was the chemise, which left the Lady Ashley's opulent bosom covered only by her camisole, a thin garment with straps that extended to about her midriff. The blonde beauty's firm, juttingly-rounded, conical shaped breasts, with their hard, dark coral tips prodded impudently against the silky material and the whispered comments of the anxious townspeople grew louder. Rubin James, having his own sense of the dramatic now paused, prolonging the suspense of his audience. To the peasants, he was the Stage Master to the only theater most of them would ever likely know. With studied effect he slowly reached forward then sharply tore away the flimsy garment from his victim's shoulders. A great sigh of awe announced the denuding of the Lady Ashley's magnificent bosom. The erect and arrogant globes of her breasts, ripe melons of pale creamy flesh, thrust out boldly, their turgid pink nipples stiffening in the cool morning air. The condemned noblewoman's sweet flat belly and the dainty niche of her navel was also exposed as she stood naked save for her drawers. The spectators' attention now shifted to the tightly-molded, white, batiste sheath of the young mistress's only remaining undergarment. The solid, enticingly-contoured, cheeks of her buttocks with which her supple, beautifully-sculptured thighs merged, promised a highly entertaining spectacle when the drawers should be removed and those resilient, pale white globes would quiver and dance under the stinging strokes of the flogger's whip. Rubin James extracted the ultimate response from his helpless prey's lingering prelude before he placed his strong fingers on the waistband of her drawers. The Lady Ashley's lovely face remained expressionless as she felt her chastiser pull the waistband open and slowly peel the garment down from the glories of her prominently-jutting posterior. The crowd stared agog at this last libidinous unveiling of the Earl's daughter's final shield of modesty. The jailer drew the batiste sheath down inch by inch, gradually uncovering the plump curves of his victim's velvety-sheened, lower hemispheres. Muscular ripplings shook those temptingly-ripe, succulent bottomglobes and the narrow furrow which separated them gradually broadened at the base, hiding its mystery in the shadowy groove there. A faint blush pinkened the pale cheeks of the Lady Ashley's finely-featured face as she felt her drawers slither to her feet leaving her entirely nude in all of her insolent beauty. The defiant penitent had schooled herself for this moment as she gazed far and away above the heads of the crowd, meeting the eyes of none. The lustful men in the audience stared avidly at the Callyphigian beauty of the bound girl's beautifully-contoured lower hillocks, reveling in the sight of that creamy expanse of maiden flesh. Beneath the young woman's dimpled navel at the juncture of her rounded thighs, thick dark golden curls shielded her plump Venus mount from the besmirching eyes of the townspeople. Sensing that her time of atonement was imminent, the Lady Ashley stepped clear of the remnants of her rocked down and tattered clothing, the full-fleshed cheeks of her bared behind jiggling salaciously with her movements. She looked back over her soft white shoulder and saw Rubin James reach for the coiled whip tucked in his belt. The blonde beauty turned her head forward and set her teeth against her underlip as she waited for the cart's forward movement and the resulting tug on her tethered wrists that would signal the beginning of her shameful and painful Calvary. Lady Ashley Hamilton watched apprehensively as the driver gathered the reins and bestirred the horse to motion. The heavy wooden wheels groaned and the cart rolled into motion. Bound as she was, the young noblewoman followed, bare breasts bobbing and hindcheeks shuddering with each trudging step. The flogger's whip sought her at the fifth step as the lash sang through the air to wrap around the slim shoulders of the naked young woman. The Lady Ashley's nude body arched in shock as her head reared and she clamped her lips tightly together to stifle her scream. Being whipped on the back was a new pain for the defiant blonde beauty as her previous chastisements both at home and in boarding school had been directed to her plump nether regions instead. In an age that could not be condemned for excessive sentimentality, the high spirited young mistress's backside had been no stranger to the punitive rod during her years of growing up. She had spent many a time bent over the foot rail of her bed while her stern father belabored her naked behind with a strap or riding crop. And at Birchwood Girl's Academy, the young Lady Ashley's hoydenish nature had earn her numerous bare bottom session with the martinet or cane. A high-pitched whistle preceded the second stroke which diagonally striped the alabaster smoothness of the lovely martyr's magnificently-sculptured, milky back. Under this second searing pain, the Lady Ashley bit down hard on her lower lip as her body jerked convulsively and the delicate wings of her nostrils flared with the afflux of quickened breathing. The bite of the lash on her bare back seem to spread throughout her nerves and down along the tethered beauty's gracefully-curve spine. Staring defiantly ahead, the Lady Ashley maintained her attitude of indifference as the cart exited the prison yard and started down Burton St. Those spectators who had been present for the stripping of the condemned noblewoman and the first strokes of her punishment, now scrambled for vantage points among the throngs of people already in place along the sides of the street. Amidst the jostling and unruly protestations of the surging onlookers, the third lash curled around the unprotected waist of the naked young beauty. A hiss of sucked in breath attested to the stinging smart of the accurately placed stroke, and the Lady Ashley looked down in dismay at the flickering wisp of the thong as it wealed the tender flesh of her stomach just inches from her dimpled navel. Under the impetus of the blow, she stumbled momentarily before recovering, her bare breasts bouncing erratically with her faltering steps. The crowd of onlookers following the cart tail procession gazed appreciatively at the yet unblemished smoothness of the future mistress of Brockhurst's naked buttocks, foreseeing the next stroke of the whip to fall upon those proudly-independent hillocks. And as she trudged disconsolately along in her shaming penance, the Lady Ashley anticipated the arrival of the whip's naked fury and instinctively tightened the wobbling cheeks of her behind in hopeless defense. Rubin James surveyed the firm ripe mounds of his lovely victim's creamy-skinned posterior, deliberating patiently before he slowly drew back his arm. The Lady Ashley heard the chorused gasp of the crowd, foretelling her that the whip was en route to deliver its fiery kiss. Then her tethered body jerked fitfully as fire laced the twin globes of her bare behind, imprinting a crimson stripe on that lush canvas of Callyphiqian delight. The stung nether cheeks of the Lady Ashley's naked buttocks crispened at once under the burning smart of the whip and her eyes opened wide as her head lifted and her blonde tresses tumbled to her shoulders. The uncontrollable jiggling and quaking of the condemned beauty's welted bottom was a lascivious treat of the townspeople as the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter sustained the fourth stroke of her punishment. The gathered assemblage watched intently as they waited eagerly for the next lash to fall. Many diverse emotions ran through their minds; amusement, lust, ribaldry, distaste, maybe compassion. Men, women, even children were in attendance for the delivering of a lady of quality to be whipped and degraded for their pleasure. And while some of the women present might have felt a sense of outrage or indignation at a member of their own sex so shamefully exposed, the infamy of the Lady Susan's crimes and her aristocratic arrogance gave them a feeling of just vindication instead. The fifth stroke of the flogger's whip plucked at the buttery flesh of the proud beauty's naked buttocks and her lithe body twisted and writhed as she tugged futilely at her bound wrists. A second resonant weal scored the satiny smoothness of the Lady Ashley's fair-skinned bottom and her quivering bottomcheeks contracted voluptuously in response. The courageous young martyr blinked back the tears that stung her eyes as she bowed her head and took several deep breaths to prepare herself for the next onslaught of pain. She lifted her eyes to the hunched figure of the driver and stared accusingly at the tailgate to which she was bound and forced to follow. With measured precision, Rubin James delivered two more sweeping strokes to the plump rotundities of the Lady Ashley's helplessly-proffered nether regions. The jellied mounds of the lovely sufferer's whipped buttocks bounced heavily as each lash landed and her heaving breasts rose and fell as she struggled to retain her composure. Yet even as tears began to trickle down her flushed cheeks, the defiant young noblewoman answered the mocking stares of the crowd with a look of aloof contempt. Now Master James directed his attention to his trudging victim's full, gracefully-curved thighs, knowing from experience that a woman's thighs are often more tender than her bottom. He admired the young mistress's proud courage as she strove valiantly to withhold her cries, but the jailer knew that his whip would win this battle of wills. And to that end, he swept the next lash across both naked upper thighs, just below the base of that voluptuously-provocative, welted backside. The Lady Ashley's nude body stiffened and her face lifted as a barely audible groan of "Aahhh!" was torn from her desperately compressed lips. Under the impetus of this blow on the sensitive flesh of her thighs, she awkwardly hopped forward, delighting the crowd with the jiggling of her breasts and the waggling of her red-streaked bottom ovals. For the first time since her whipping began, the Lady Ashley glanced back over her shoulder and regarded the grim figure of her executioner. Her tear-wet eyes still blazed defiantly despite the scorching heat of her chastisement. The courageous, young beauty bowed her head and steeled herself for the resumption of her shaming martyrdom, the delicate wings of her nostrils flaring as she panted for breath. The whistling lash continued its inexorable descent down the Lady Ashley's lush nudity as it once more stung the soft flesh of her thighs before delivering its scalding bite to her gently-round calves as well. The condemned noblewoman's lithe body weaved and twisted as the leather thong seared her tender flesh and she ground her teeth savagely to stifle her cries. Rubin James paused now as he contemplated where he would direct the next stroke of his Ladyship's punishment. The burly jailer knew from past experience that the cart tail procession would last almost an hour, so judicious application of the whip was important. He gauged that his victim's total allotment of strokes would be between sixty and seventy, not counting the twelve strokes she would receive between her legs at the corners of the town square. The man knew that the pernicious sting of the lash on the Lady Ashley's tender love nook would destroy her remarkable courage and force her to cry out in agony, breaking the stubborn silence she had maintained thus far. However; even though he bore no malice towards the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter, Rubin James's skill was indirectly tested by her reactions and he resolved to make her cry out before she reached the town square. With that thought in mind, he gauged his distance and struck. The supple leather thong snaked out and wrapped around the condemned noblewoman's bare back just below the shoulderblades; the tip of the lash flicking around to bite into the panting curve of her right breast. The naked beauty's shapely body went rigid for a moment, then her head lifted and a choking shout of pain was torn from the Lady Ashley's trembling lips as a livid weal sprang up on the milky-white flesh of her shuddering love gourd. Without respite, Master James immediately sent the twelfth stroke whistling into the quivering mounds of the young woman's bounding buttocks, visibly lifting those fleshy hillocks with the force of the blow. The muscles of the Lady Ashley's whipped bottom spasmed under the atrocious bite of the lash. And as the searching thong burrowed into the yielding flesh of her jutting right bottomglobe; a strangled cry of "Aaooowww!!!" escaped her gaping mouth. The murmured comments of the spectators grew louder as they sensed this visible weakening of this arrogant lady of quality under the lash. Their was little pity in their hearts as they delectated over the Lady Ashley's martyrdom. They longed to watch her naked, glorious body writhe and twist under the furious slashes of the whip and to hear her desperate cries for mercy. But those onlookers expecting the flogger to now rain blows down upon the bound figure of his victim would be disappointed. For Rubin James, satisfied with the effect of his previous successive strokes in breaking the defiant sufferer's tight-lipped resolve, permitted the Lady Ashley a moment of reprieve before resuming the capricious rhythm of her thrashing. Sweat glistened on the blonde beauty's slender nudity as she trudged dismally along, her body jerking convulsively each time the hissing leather thong attacked her cringing flesh. The girl's executioner skillfully varied the placement of the strokes as he plied the lash as ordered, "from the neck to the heels". By the time the plodding procession arrived at the northeast corner of the town square, the Lady Ashley Hamilton had sustained a total of sixteen lashes and the criss-crossed pattern of red lines left by the whip blazed brightly on her satiny white skin. Now came the dreadful moment when the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter was to debase herself as a common whore and expose her most private parts to the profaning eyes of the crowd and the hissing fury of the jailer's whip. She turned her tear-streaked face back over her shoulder and regarded her impassive chastiser nervously. The man gestured with his whip, and the Lady Ashley groaned plaintively as she complied with the court's order. The bountifully-fleshed hemispheres of the condemned noblewoman's magnificent, carmine-streaked posterior shuddered eloquently as she bent down and reluctantly spread her legs, lewdly presenting the fatted purse of her sex as well as the puckered ring of her anus to the gloating townspeople. The firm ripe melons of the Lady Ashley's opulent bosom hung pendant in this ignominious pose and those who stood at the rear of the cart gazed avidly at the pink invitation of her gaping loveslit. The prickling heat of a blush warmed the lovely sufferer's troubled face, then spread down her neck to her shoulders when she heard the whispers of the crowd as they crudely appraised her naked charms. With bated breath, the courageous young martyr awaited the resumption of her punishment as muscular tremors ran up and down her distended thighs into the palpitating cheeks of her cleft, striped buttocks. Master James keenly observed the ripe pulchritude of his twenty-two year old victim's exposed femininity, blatantly displayed in one of the most defenseless and degrading positions imaginable for her sex. He silently cast the whip out along the ground and measured his aim carefully. Then with a deft flick of his wrist, the skillful flogger sent the tapering thong slipping between the Lady Ashley's parted bottom rounds to come to burning rest on her intimate love nook. A piercing scream was torn from the naked sufferer's gaping mouth as her head lifted and her sweat-glossed body jerked as if an electric shock had surged through it. Abandoning her pose, the Lady Ashley's torso straightened and the spasming cheeks of her welted behind clenched the tapering thong that had so mercilessly whistling between them. The young woman's thighs threshed violently for a moment as if trying to disperse the furious agony of the stroke. The defiant young martyr turned her contorted face back over her shoulder and gave her chastiser an outraged look through her dilated, tear-blurred eyes. Then with sweat beading her forehead and teeth chattering with anguish, the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter bowed her trembling body and prostrated herself again for the whip. Twice more the supple lash snaked up between the sobbing penitent's straddled thighs, perniciously attacking the tender regions of groin and belly. Each time, the Lady Ashley's lush nudity arched and writhed in protest, limbs threshing wildly before humbly resuming the ordained position. After the third perfidious cut had stung the tender love-pouch of the contrite young woman, the driver allowed her a few moments to compose herself before he put the cart back into motion. The Lady Ashley groaned plaintively as she leaned heavily against the wooden cart-tail, her shuddering breasts heaving with gasping breaths. At a gesture from the girl's grim executioner, the driver gathered the reins and the creaking of the heavy wooden wheels signaled the resumption of the Lady Ashley's martyrdom. Weakened by the three agonizing lashes between her legs, the bound blonde sufferer cried out musically as the next two strokes licked at the quivering flesh of her squirming bare buttocks; etching angry red weals on that satiny skin. The proud independent hillocks of the future mistress's beautiful posterior shook jelly-like at each snapping impact of the whip, and her choking screams delighted the vindictive townspeople. Amidst the naked noblewoman's attentive audience, two uniformed soldiers stood watching her punishment with grim smiles of satisfaction on their faces. One of the men, Sergeant William Blackmore of the King's Royal Army, had his right arm bound tightly to his side in a sling; the result of a wound from Jack Lawrence's sword. The other man, a private, bore a series of scratches on the side of his cheek from the Lady Ashley's fingernails when she raked his face during the apprehension of the two illicit lovers. Both lusty males were immensely enjoying the public humiliation of such a high-spirited and beautiful prisoner. And the noticeable bulges in the front of the soldiers' pants, as was also evident in many of the men in the crowd, meant there would be much arduous lovemaking in store for their wives when they retired to their conjugal beds at day's end. The continuation of the Lady Ashley Hamilton's prescribed penance proceeded as Master James distributed the sweeping strokes of his whip up and down the length of his victim's writhing naked body. Varying the intervals between lashes to attenuate her fortitude, the grim execution plied the tapering leather thong masterfully; choosing always a new place for its burning kiss. And while the courageous blonde beauty managed to hold back her cries for many of the strokes, she could not control the involuntary lewd gyrations of her tethered body or her hoarse exclamations when a cut of the whip perniciously attacked the more sensitive regions of breast, thigh, or buttock By the time the plodding procession came to a halt at the intersection of River street and North avenue, the Lady Ashley's nude body was streaked with runnels of perspiration and dust from the street. Her matted, sweat-darkened hair was plastered in wet curls to her face and forehead as she reluctantly bowed her trembling body and exposed her loins for the whip. Droplets of sweat and tears dotted the cobblestones of the road and the prostrated girl's pink-lipped vulval fig pouted back invitingly. Three times the wicked leather thong darted up between the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter's splayed thighs, sending her naked body into continuous paroxysms of indescribable torment. Raucous screams of agony answered each wet snapping impact of the whip and the Lady Ashley's sumptuous body bounded and twisted like a gaffed fish. When the cart again rolled into motion, the sobbing blonde sufferer followed with a hobbling, straddle-legged gait in a desperate effort to ease the pain in the swollen lips of her slit. To vary the pattern of stripes on his victim's lush tapestry of alabaster flesh, Rubin James now showed his dexterity by alternating his strokes with both forehand and backhand slashes of the whip. Thus the previously less-punished, left cheek of the Lady Ashley's condemned backside received its share of abuse as the whistling tip of the lash plucked greedily at that quaking mound of jellied flesh. Also the bobbing, cantaloupe-like gourd of the young woman's left breast sustained several flicking cuts of the jailer's whip as well from his backhanded strokes. Over the finely-grained skin of the beautiful penitent's luscious body, angry raised welts sprang up as the evil, hissing thong licked and snapped. But it was evident that Master James's preferred target was the Earl's daughter's plump jutting bare bottom which he returned to again and again. Those wobbling globes of velvety-sheened flesh shook salaciously as the whip swept across them, sometimes slipping towards more sensitive parts, drawing strident howls of torment from the unfortunate, young noblewoman. Yet even though her suffering was atrocious as evidenced by her cries of agony and the lascivious writhing of her naked body, the Lady Ashley Hamilton offered no pleas or supplications for mercy to her implacable chastiser. And when she did lift her bowed head to brief gaze through haggard, tear-blurred eyes at her mocking audience, the courageous and defiant beauty's pain-lined face seemed to hold an expression that was almost contempt. The citizens of Covington gathered at the corner of River street and North avenue, the next destination of the cart tail procession, craned their necks as they saw the horse drawn cart approaching. They could see the slender figure of the Lady Ashley trudging desolately along in her prescribed servitude, her face hidden by the matted hair of her shapely, bowed head. From a distance, the townspeople saw the flogger's arm reach out and the girl's head rear as the lash landed with an explosion of pain on her bare back. Droplets of sweat and tears flew in the air as the disheveled blonde tresses of the naked noblewoman tossed wildly with her frenzied movements under the stinging fury of the whip. As the cart neared the town square, Rubin James once more regaled his hapless victim's churning, weaving buttocks with a skillful, backhanded cut of the whip, forcing a strangled cry past the lovely sufferer's clenched teeth as the whisking thong bit into her raw, smarting flesh. Those spectators who had decided to see the flogging through to the end, now joined the ones already in position along the sides of the street. They watched expectantly when the cart groaned to a halt and the naked, twenty-two year-old lady in waiting turned her flushed face back over her shoulder to gaze imploringly at her stern chastiser. Through eyes swollen and red-rimmed from crying, the Lady Ashley saw Master James gesture with his whip. With tears streaming down her cheeks, the anguished beauty bowed her trembling body and slowly spread her legs. The highly-appreciative audience stared agog as the sweat-slick cheeks of the sobbing young woman's sumptuous, luridly-wealed buttocks parted, and the pink-lipped seam of her vulva came into view. Framed with silken thatch of light blonde hair, the Lady Ashley's gaping love-slit was helplessly displayed between the twitching, welt-ridged gluteal mounds of her lewdly-spread bottom. Abandoned in this obscene and degrading pose, the contrite, openly-crying, culprit felt the shaming coolness of the air on her most intimate flesh. Bizarre twitchings shook her splayed posterior globes and agonizing suspense weighed heavily on the courageous martyr's mind as she awaited the sting of the lash. Several mothers in the crowd with children in hand covered their offspring's eyes at the blatant exposure of the Lady Ashley's naked pelvic area. But in the past, these same women had also pulled their children from the street to safety when the arrogant and high-spirited young noblewoman had recklessly galloped her horse or driven her carriage through the village at breakneck speeds, heedless of the well-being of others. They gladly watched now with smug satisfaction as the Earl of Brockhurst's daughter received her just desserts. A faint whir preceded the stroke, then the supple leather thong darted up between the inverted "V" of the Lady Ashley's legs to land with an audible snap on the bulging, fleece-lined mound of her sex. A piercing shriek was torn from the girl's gaping mouth and her bent body jerked convulsively in response to the pernicious cut of the whip. The attentive audience was treated to some wild thigh-threshing by the screaming penitent as she howled her protest to this heinous attack on the most sensitive part of her body. The Lady Ashley's bare breasts and buttocks bobbed and jiggled salaciously in her wild dance of pain and her anguished face lifted to the heavens as if praying for strength. Then with heart-rending moans and tears flowing helplessly down her flushed face, the future mistress of Brockhurst manor slowly resumed her position and arched out her inflamed loins for the next stroke. Master James methodically sent two more venomous cuts darting up between the lividly-streaked nether hemispheres of the lovely sufferer's bare bottom. At each fiery kiss of the lash, the Lady Ashley uttered raucous cries of agony and those spectators standing to the side of the anguished beauty could see the tendons in her neck stand out against her sweating skin. After the third fiendishly-stinging stroke had attacked the swollen lips of her plump moist cunt, galvanizing her nude body into uncontrollable spasms of pain; the openly-crying young mistress clung desperately the rough tailgate of the cart in a desperate effort to rally her waning strength. An eternity of despondent shame and degradation assailed the sobbing noblewoman's proud spirit as her body, unable to do her bidding as her will weakened under the onslaught of pain and suffering, twisted and jerked like a puppet to the erratic cadence of the flogger's whip. The Lady Ashley felt the cart stir as the driver gathered the reins, signaling the resumption of her grim Calvary. A sharp flick of the jailer's whip stung the firm, rounded curves of the naked prisoner's trembling calves sending her hobbling forward to her inexorable fate. The final quarter of the Lady Ashley's hour of martyrdom was a walk she would never forget. Each step was compulsion as she stumbled drunkenly along behind the slow moving cart, her bound wrists mocking her tears and lamentations. The skillful executioner's whip scored her protesting flesh with devilish cunning, the spacing of the blows deliberately irregular, catching her always unprepared. To heave or twist too much only invited a slash on a part of her pain-racked body not otherwise exposed. The Lady Ashley was lost in a world of fiery flame that found her flesh no matter what contortion she could make. The vindictive townspeople gleefully watched the helpless writhings of the lovely sufferer's nude body as the whistling lash seared the round, full globes of her exuberantly-contoured, red-streaked bottom or wrapped around the slim hollow of her waist or the lovely columns of her tapering thighs. Curiously, the Lady Ashley's hoarse cries because less articulate, though breathier as if she had reached a new level of pain. Under each spastic convulsion of her voluptuous nudity, the condemned beauty's head jerked back, her face a mask of agony, her eyes huge and filled with tears. By the time the plodding procession turned onto Stevens Avenue and headed towards the final stop of the Lady Ashley Hamilton's seemingly endless march of bitter degradation, only a few pale patches of unmarked flesh could be seen amidst the criss-crossed swellings that marred the creamy smoothness of the shuddering oval cheeks of her soundly thrashed, bare behind. The relentless onslaught of the whip and the damning slowness of the horse's gait increased her anguish of anticipation for the strokes that imparted their hellish fury to her exhausted sweat-soaked body. The crowd of spectators assembled at the northwest corner of the town square saw a much different Lady Ashley Hamilton than those who had been present at the beginning of the proud beauty's punishment. The young noblewoman's graceful carriage and arrogant sway of her hips had been replaced with a head-bowed, faltering, spraddle-legged, hobble as she blindly stumbled along behind the cart. The bright-eyed beauty's alabaster complexion was red-flushed and streaked with tears and perspiration and her eyes puffy and haggard from crying. The silky tresses of the Lady Ashley's beautifully coiffured blonde hair straggled wetly and was plastered to her face and neck in wet curls. When the cart inexorably ground to a halt, the openly-crying, half-fainting, future mistress of Brockhurt manor mechanically bowed her naked, welted body and weakly spread her shaking legs. The veined and swollen gourd of the Lady Ashley's thick-lipped seam pouted back vulnerably between the shuddering, corrugated cheeks of her beaten buttocks. Muscular ripplings ran up and down the condemned beauty's lewdly distended thighs and her welt-ridged gluteal mounds shook with enervating torment from the cumulative heat of the whipping. Rivulets of sweat streamed down the blonde beauty's bowed body, dripping from her udder-like breasts which dangled and swayed with her movements. In the swirling mist of pain which engulfed her, the Lady Ashley was past caring that she was shamelessly exposing her most intimate flesh to the gloating spectators. Instead, she closed her eyes as if in silent prayer and stoically awaited the stroke of the lash that would signal the final stage of her Spartan punishment. With grim precision, Rubin James accurately sent the three final cuts of his whip snaking up between the quaking mounds of his victim's spasming buttocks. Under each murderous slash of the whip, the Lady Ashley's nude body jerked convulsively as the hissing tip of the lash licked at the jellying cleft of her slit. So weakened was she from her hour-long ordeal, the suffering noblewoman had not the strength to leave her prostrated pose as her choking cries rang out in the uneasy silence of the town square. Even the most vindictive of the townspeople winced sympathetically at the wet snap of the whip and the Lady Ashley's raucous screams, for the final three strokes of the naked penitent's sentence seemed to burn her to the very soul. After the final lash had fallen and the flogger had returned his coiled whip to his belt, the whimpering, young martyr slowly straightened her pain-racked body. Although her red-striped posterior globes were still twitching spasmodically and furious pangs of torment coursed through her throbbing cunt, the Lady Ashley forced her legs together and squared her slim shoulders. Then with a tremendous effort of will and a defiant toss of her disheveled blonde hair, the proud young noblewoman followed the slow-moving cart without a stumble as it returned to Cranwell prison. The citizens of Covington looked on in amazement at this erotic display of fortitude. It was evident by the grimaces on her lovely face that the least movement revived the pain of the whipping as the Lady Ashley's piteously-wealed buttocks bounced and quivered at each step. The tracery of stripes upon her glistening nudity was a final sensual treat as she slowly departed from view.
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