By Louetta
This is a fantasy. Meant to be humoress.
"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."
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.