WACKIN HER

Execution by beating

   This case was unusual. I have been the magistrate here for years and have never seen the like. Lotus was the newest concubine of Win Chow, a wealthy merchant. A young beautiful girl of sixteen summers she had captivated her lover from the first time they met. He had purchased her contract after only laying with her one night and had installed her in his household where she had been made welcome by both of his wives. Chow was a friend of mine and I was often a guest in his house. His first wife was a striking woman named Blossom while his second wife was a quiet plain woman with the name of Cherry. To most he seemed a cold man with no social skills but I know him to be a fine man and a good husband. He just hides this behind a mask for business. He is also a man with a strong desire for the female sex. 
   The concubine soon grew tired of her station. Perhaps because of Chow’s habit of not keeping any concubine more than a couple of years. To be fair he always finds a good master or husband for them but never allows them to become a permanent part of his household. 
    Thinking that she could replace Cherry she caused poison to be placed into her food and the poor woman died in agony as did her unborn child. Not intelligent enough to choose a poison that left no trace she instead picked one my physician knew the signs of well. Once it was established to be a murder some questioning of the household servants quickly uncovered the guilty party.  Under rather forceful questioning Lotus quickly admitted the deed and I sentenced her to death. Because of the nature of her crime I chose to make her execution public and severe. 
    Three days later she was standing on the execution platform waiting for her just rewards. 
As she was stripped in preparation I understood what old Chow had seen in her. She was one of those rare women who no matter how old they are or what they have done retained the look of a young virgin. I knew she had worked in a house of prostitution although a high class one and had been a concubine for almost two years and I too lusted for her. She was a porcelain doll come to life. A face and body to arouse a dead man, small prefect breasts, slender waist, full hips. A small fine down covering her slit between legs that you just wanted to spread. 
    Nevertheless she was a viper and had earned a viper’s death. With a nod I caused her to receive it. Her hands were quickly tied to a ring over her head and the executioner started. She was to die by being beaten to death with a small rod. A terrible death that would take hours and leave her a swollen mass hat would bear small resemblance to the beautiful creature that now stood stretched before the crowd. 
    She took the first few blows with courage. Each one left a finger width mark on the back of her shapely calves. My executioner is a very good one. Each mark was just touching the last as he worked his way up her body. Behind him he left darkening skin and swelling flesh. Her back was striped well before he returned to her legs. Blows to the tops of her feet left her almost unable to stand. She was crying and screaming with each cut now. When the tops of her thighs was reached two helpers pulled her legs apart and the blows fell on her slit. With the pain of her punishment now overwhelming her it was time to allow her a respite and she was offered watered wine. 
    As the wine took effect you could see her recover some before her death started once more. Soon it was her perfect breasts that felt the blows. Then her lovely armpits and arms.  With both her front and back now well marked her sides were next. By now she had been under the rod for most of the morning and with the main damage done the executioner’s helpers took over. Her fine body was dark with the bruises and swelling from the unending beating. No longer did she cry out with a blow. She was just hanging quietly and twitching with each one. 
    Then it seemed to be done. She was a blackened thing hanging before us that showed no signs of life. A signaled for her to be cut down and the execution to be completed. Unworthy of the sword or the axe a bowstring was placed around her once lovely neck and spun tight until it sank out of sight into the flesh of her neck and was then tied off. The body was taken to the city dump and thrown with the rest of the garbage without  ceremony. She had paid for her attempt to elevate herself over the body of a fine woman, mother, and wife.