Gender: Male Age: 63 Location: Northern Plains U.S.A.
|Introduction: A Story of Discipline. No Sex.|
The Flogging of Jane
The ship rode low in the water as it laid tied up dockside. The loading of female prisoners
and provisions was complete and all of the crew was aboard. The ship would set sail with
the evening tide. Below deck Jane sat on the floor of one of the cells and pondered her fate. In the morning she was to be flogged for an incident that took place during the
loading of the prisoners. A woman who was plainly ill had fell going up the gang way.
A burly sailor had kicked her in the leg and told her to get up. Jane had been behind her
and had stopped to help. The sailor had grabbed her by the hair and told her to move on.
Before she even thought about it she slapped the sailor and clawed his face with her
Now here she sat in this crowed ship jail cell wondering what was in store for her. She
had received a punch to the face from the sailor she had slapped and was dragged to
the ship captain. After hearing what had just transpired the captain was quick to pass
sentence for her transgression. “We don’t have time to deal with her now but in the
morning she’ll get three dozen with the cat and we’ll see how much fight is left in her
then” was all the captain said as he turned and walked away. Jane was too shocked to say anything in return and was led off to the cell. In her thirty-three years of life she had
witnessed public whippings in her village of both males and females but had never ever
thought she would be receiving one herself.
The woman she had tried to help set down beside Jane and started to talk. She thanked
her for her kindness but regretted what it was going to cost Jane in the morning. Jane
replied that maybe it would be just as good to die under the lash than to live as a slave
in a strange land. “You’re not going to die” the woman spoke back. At that she turned
her back to Jane and pulled up her shirt. Jane stared in shock at the scars than ran in
every direction. She reached out and touched her skin and it felt more like leather.
“I’ve been whipped three times and I always survived. Once I got twenty lashes. Then
another time twenty-five and then three dozen like you’ll get in a few hours. Don’t worry
because you’ll make it through to the other side” was what her new friend whose name
was Emma told her. She went on to tell Jane how to make the flogging as painless as
possible. “No matter how bad it hurts and it WILL hurt terribly keep your weight
squarely on your feet. Don’t sag on your arms because that will cause the skin on your
back to cut more. Remember to breath deeply in and out and scream as much as you
need to. You will. Everyone does and there’s no shame in doing it.”
Jane spent the night in a useless attempt at sleep. She felt every rise and fall of the ship
on the waves. How on earth could she stand thirty-six lashes from a cat-o-nine-tails?
Would it do any good in the morning to tell the captain she was sorry? All too soon she
observed the first rays of sunlight coming through the hatch cover above the cell. The
prisoners were fed and watered and it was time to get down to the business at hand.
All hands were piped on deck to witness punishment. Jane had decided to accept what
was to happen as bravely and as stoic as her strength would allow her to. She was taken
on deck and told to strip to the waist. This was easy as all she had on on top was her
bar wench top. She was taken to the rigging at mid ship where her arms were spread
widely high above her head and tied to the ropes. Her ankles were secured to metal rings
in the side of the ship. As these preparations were being made Jane composed herself by
looking at the beauty of the waves and breathing in the fresh sea air. Her ample breasts
rose and fell with each deep intake and exhale of air. Quickly she stood ready for the
pain to come. The master at arms stepped up to her left side. In his hand was the dreaded
cat. The wooden handle was a foot long to which nine leather strands about eight-teen
inches long and as big around as a little finger were attached. The captain appeared on deck and walked to where Jane stood ready for her ordeal. In a firm voice he pronounced
sentence “This prisoner struck a member of the crew and will therefore receive twenty
lashes of the cat on her bare back” Twenty lashes,not thirty-six?! Jane’s mind couldn’t
believe that the captain was showing her some mercy. He had decided this morning that
the original count was too harsh for the offense. Discipline had to be maintained but not
brutality. Then she heard those horrible words from the captain “master at arms will now
do his duty”
Then Jane heard a “swish” and felt an explosion of pain across her shoulder blades. Before she could even react four more lashes landed in quick succession. It felt as if her
upper back was on fire! She tugged with all of her strength at the ropes that bound her
wrists but it was all to no avail. Then she thought that there was no where to run even if
she did break free. Lashes five through ten left their hellish kiss on the mid portion of
Jane’s back. A couple curled around and bit the side of her right breast with the tips.
She could feel her back turning into a mass of welts although she could not yet tell if
she was bleeding from the cat. The pain was so bad she was beyond crying and was
determined to remain silent. Jane was a strong rawboned woman but the pain was
rapidly moving past her fortitude to endure it. Each time the lash found its mark she
emitted a loud moan and gritted her teeth and dug at the palms of her hands. Jane
continued to pull at her wrists with such force they were soon rubbed raw.
Still the flogging went on! Eleven threw fifteen landed in places that had already been
whipped but had escaped much damage. As for silence Jane had reached her breaking
point. When number fifteen landed she threw her head back and howled like a banshee.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH please stop! I can’t take anymore!”
For a moment she thought it was over. The master at arms moved behind her but not to
release her. He tugged her skirt down to the top of her buttocks to expose fresh skin
for the cat. Feeling pity for Jane he held a dipper of water to her lips and she thankfully
drank the offered water. “Just five to go my wench. Keep your feet flat and I’ll finish
it as quickly as possibly”. The flogging resumed and Jane screamed to the top of her
lungs at each lash. He was lashing the small of her back and the top of her buttocks.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH you’re killing me! Please
stop!” The tip of the cat bit into her right hip. Another one went farther around and
stung the top of her pubic mound through the hair. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Then number twenty lands and it was over. The master at arms declared that punishment
was complete and the ships company was dismissed. Jane’s back was a mess. It was covered with welts and lash marks from her shoulder blades to the top of her ass checks.
Still she had not passed out and was still on her feet. Jane was released from her bounds
and led below. Though barely she was able to walk. She was layed face down on a bench
and her stripes were cleaned with water. Then a balm was gently rubbed into her wounds.. At first the balm stung almost as bad as the cat but after a few minutes her lash
wounds went from a deep burning to a deep painful ach. For a few weeks Jane could not move without feeling severe pain in her back. Eventually her back healed and the flogging
was just a bad memory. Emma had been right, Jane had made it through to the other side!
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