By Louetta
This is a fantasy. Meant to be amusing.
"If you refuse to confess you will be whipped until you do!" the
Captain of the Guard fairly screamed in my face.
"I will never confess!" I screamed back at him, my lips trembling
with fear even as they spat out the words.
"Take her to the whipping post!" With that they drag- ged me out
into the courtyard, into the blazing mid- day sun. There in the
courtyard was an upright post, perhaps eight feet in height. From
the top hung an iron ring. I was dragged out before the assembled
troops wearing only the gray shift and perfunctory underpants
which were the only things they had given me to wear in prison. I
hadn't really minded, I never wear a bra anyway. (Note 1)
The captain of the guards stood in front of me gazing directly
into my mournful brown eyes. "Strip her!" he ordered, looking
directly at me. He watched as two young soldiers came forward and
opened the front of my shift, baring my soft, white, albeit
somewhat smallish, (2) breasts. Then they pulled the shoulder
straps down and pulled the garment away, revealing almost all of
my tender young (3) body.
I stood almost naked while my wrists were bound in front of me.
Then I was made to stand against the whipping post from which my
wrists would be hung, my tender body pressed against the rough
wood. The pressure of stake against my mound stirred the little
fire ever present between my thin brown thighs. My arms were
raised above my head and my wrists bound by a length of cord to
the ring at the top of the whipping post.
As I hung there petrified by fear I was stripped of the last
shred of cloth which til now still girded my loins. The young
soldiers marveled at the beauty of the naked young girl before
them, if I may say so myself. My long brown hair was tied up to
expose my back to the whip. My arms and the lower part of my legs
were brown from the sun. The rest of my shapely young body was
white as snow, including my firm white behind, which I think is
my best feature (4), thin but taut and pleasing to the eyes of
the young men who held me captive. They gazed curiously at my
tender white boobs, such as they are, longing for a look at the
soft pink lips of my cunt, the only part of me hidden from view.
My feet were placed on either side of the whipping post and my
ankles bound in place so the post pushed hard against my crotch.
The pressure of the whipping post against my loins kept my
nipples erect and hastened the moistening of my pussy. I felt a
slight tingling in my bare breasts flattened against the whipping
post and almost involuntarily I thrust my hips gently against the
post between them. I smelled the familiar musky odor of sex which
emanated from my cunt.
"Confess!" the Captain screamed at me. "Or you will be whipped
until you do!"
"Never!" I spat back at him. I closed my eyes and ground my
breasts and my crotch further into the post that held me captive,
hoping to forget the pain of my coming whipping in the pleasure
of my naked body. But slowly the thought of the pain to come
awakened in me the fear of what they were about to do to me. I
was left there for what seemed like an eternity, hanging naked by
my wrists, terrified, never knowing when the whipping would start
but all the time enjoying the feeling of the ropes that bound my
wrists, the helplessness, the anticipation, the vulnerability,
the warmth in my boobs, nipples so hard they hurt, the moisture
between my legs, the quickening of my breathing. I felt the
butterflies in my belly, the trembling of my body, a touch of
sweat under each arm (5).
I realized I was thirsty. "Water," I begged, "please give me some
water," but my entreaties were ignored. Then the command was
given for the soldier to start whipping me. I was terrified,
unable to hide, unable to run away. I tried to confront my fear
as it welled up inside of me. I turned my head slightly to one
side and could see the soldier draw back the whip in his hand. I
shut my eyes tight and heard the whistle of the whip in the air
as it approached my naked body.
"Ah," I screamed aloud as the leather whip struck hard on my bare
back, with a force which almost knocked the wind out of me. It
took an instant after the blow struck my bare white skin for the
pain to really take hold. "Oh, my God," I cried as the blow took
full effect. I screamed for mercy. Despite my pleas the soldier
continued with his cruel task, slowly at first, one, two, three,
across my bare back. Lightly, then harder, four, five, on my bare
ass, six, seven across the backs of my thighs. "Oh, oh," I gasped
as he slowly worked his way down my nude body.
"Confess!" the Captain screamed at me.
"Never!" I spat back at him. The soldier continued with his work.
"Ah, ah, no, please," I cried as he came back up to my soft white
bottom to deliver eight, nine and ten. "No, no, please, please,
help me!" as the whip cut into my soft flesh. "Ah, ah!" as the
pain increases with eleven and twelve. "No, no," I scream as I
dig my body into the post to which I'm bound, desperately trying
to escape the cut of the lash.
"Confess!" the Captain screams at me.
"Never!" I spit back at him. Now the pain begins to spread
through my entire body, the fronts of my thighs, my tits pressed
against the post and my cunt as I press my hips forward in an
effort to avoid the lash. Now up my back again, thirteen,
fourteen, more and more, harder and harder on my tender young
body and I know pain in every part of my body. Every inch of me
cries out for relief from searing pain as he continues down again
toward my appealing young ass (6). "No, please, ah, ah," I cry as
they whip me harder and harder, harder than I can endure, slowly
pushing me over the edge.
"Confess!" the Captain screams at me.
"You're getting redundant!" I spit back at him. My naked body is
forced up against the post by the force of the blows. I feel the
rough wood against my breasts, my tummy, my inner thighs,
grinding the post into my groin, then the pain of the whip
against my upper back flattens my tits against the hard surface,
not hard considering how small I am up there, pushing the post
against my breastbone. I push my crotch hard against the post and
feel a tingle spread through my body from the warm wet lips of my
cunt (7). Perhaps tying my legs on either side of the post was an
act of mercy. Over and over I feel the fire of the whip against
the soft skin of my bare white ass, the firmer flesh of my upper
thighs and the hardness of my upper back.
"Confess!" the Captain screams at me.
"Never!" I spit back at him. Slowly the pain begins to recede as
they reach twenty-five blows. I feel the heat of the sun against
my tortured skin. My body arches cruelly against the post with
every blow, I have shut my eyes, I cry out softly. Again and
again they whip my bare ass. My hips dig into the post with every
stroke of the lash. Harder and faster, it gets worse and worse.
The cruel stroke of the whip against my bottom. Harder still til
a single stroke knocks the wind out of my body. I struggle for
air that comes only in short gasps. There's a burning sensation
in my throat to go with the one on my ass. Now the whip descends
to my upper thighs then up my back. I scream for mercy but none
comes.
"Confess!" the Captain screams at me.
"Never!" I spit back at him. The pain spreads down my legs and up
the front of my body as I struggle desperately to escape (8). The
whip is slowly beating the life out of me. My whole body screams
in pain. I struggle desperately, helplessly. Then slowly, almost
gracefully, the pain recedes. The cut of the whip becomes
ethereal. Slowly I become aware of the need inside my body, the
familiar tingle in my groin, the wetness between my thighs.
Slowly, gradually the little fire lit in my body grows into a
burning need inside.
I crush my crotch against the post. Autopilot takes over. I no
longer need to be whipped to get myself off. My senses dull,
sight and sound disappear, my mind gets fuzzy and I pass into a
tunnel where there is nothing but the fire inside me. The hot
feelings between my legs take me further and further into the
welcome state where every inch of me tingles. My hips surge
forward, my cunt is wet and aching, breasts flushed and hot, my
whole body trembles. I cross the line into the wonderful world of
pleasure in my own body, passes into that heavenly place where
all I can feel is the burning in my cunt.
Once and again and again and again time stands still and the only
things that exist are my cunt and my breasts and the hot hollow
somewhere deep inside of me that explodes. And for a time I drift
just outside of the regular world as my body takes my briefly to
another and finally the heaving of my hips rewards me as sexual
fulfillment engulfs me and slowly I slip toward unconsciousness
and the gathering haze til finally my naked body shakes
involuntarily (9), quivers and, finally exhausted, I hang limply
from my bound wrists, surrendering myself to blackness.
Next thing I know the soldiers have stopped whipping me and are
dousing my naked, sweating body with water. I come gently back to
earth, basking in the glorious feeling of cumming against the
cruel rough wood of the whipping post and I thank God for my body
and for making me a girl and for providing me with all that
pleasure amidst the pain.
"Confess!" the Captain screams at me.
"OK, now I'm ready to confess."
louetta_keene@yahoo.com
Notes:
(1) Well, almost never. I do wear one to church. Plus
you can lounge around at home in a camisole whereas I
doubt my father would put up with my watching TV in a
bra.
(2) Regrettably, this is also true in real life.
(3) But legally adult.
(4) So I've been told.
(5) This is also true in real life but its fun.
(6) Oh, good.
(7) Here we go.
(8) Well, sort of.
(9) Happens that way with boys too, though of course I
have limited experience with that.