Chapter 6. The punishers are punished
Mr. Wilson arrived in a cart with two burly men. Father took them to Thompson's
room and informed him of the decision. He ordered him to pack his belongings in
front of him so he could check he wasn't taking anything that belonged to the
house. He didn't have much as almost everything was supplied for his work. He'd
a few pounds in savings and father paid him his wages to the end of the week.
Thompson vigorously protested his innocence and resisted when he was led away so
they tied his wrists and when he was in the cart, tied his ankles too.
Mother supervised the ex cook's packing. She almost fainted when she learned she
was to get sixteen strokes of the birch by Wilson. He had a reputation for being
really mean and she later learned Millie was a distant niece so could expect no
mercy from him. Cook shook so much at the thought, Mother had to instruct May to
pack the bag for her. Soon though Cook sat alongside Thompson her wrists tied
but her ankles were left free. I watched with the staff as the cart moved off.
Before departing I heard Wilson ask to see his niece. Later off course, I went
along unseen. Although used to seeing well striped flesh, Wilson was horrified
at the extent of her punishment for what was a trivial offense and from his own
upbringing and vocation, he fully understood she had been whipped for the
sadistic pleasure of her tormentors. "You can rest assured that pair will
receive their full due when they are on my birching bench. They won't stand
sixteen of my strokes just on their arses so I will have to spread them over a
greater area. And I will make sure the tender parts between their legs feel the
rods too. He won't where to put his bollocks and she'll find it painful to piss
when I have finished," he avowed.
At 13 years old I was pleased I had been instrumental getting the cruel pair get
their comeuppance and Millie some recompense for her suffering but when many
years later I returned in time to view the birching, I didn't get any pleasure
from it. As a wandering soul I watched the departure from our house and then
transported myself to the main road outside the town jail. A small crowd had
gathered but they only saw the pair briefly before they were led inside. Only
Wilson and his two assistants were allowed to see the birching. And me of course
but they didn't know about that. The two witnesses from the staff only saw the
end result.
Cook and Thompson were taken down two flights of stairs to the basement. Cook
was locked in a cell while Thompson was taken directly to the punishment room
and ordered to undress completely. At first he refused but Wilson pointed out he
had the option to undress himself and still have serviceable clothes afterwards
or Fred and Bert, his assistants would rip them off him. He undressed.
One of the items in the room was an old fashioned even for these times, birching
bench. An S shaped piece of apparatus that bulged outward where the stomach
would fit and curved in at chest level. Straps were fastened to the framework at
places where they would hold a person's ankles, wrists and back and would allow
the flogger complete access to the victims back, buttocks and legs. Thompson
struggled but was forcibly fastened to the frame. Wilson made sure his legs were
spread and then dragged the poor man's cock and balls between them. Fred put a
wedge-shaped block underneath to keep them in a position the birch would strike
them at the same time as the buttocks and thighs. Fred then massaged the cock so
it stood firm and proud above the thighs. It would take the full force of the
birch.
Bert brought the a birch from the pot in the corner. It was longer and stouter
than the one Cook used. Wilson swished it in the air. "Rub his cock a bit more
Fred and get his balls right out in the open so I can get a couple of good ones
on them before they go down." I have seen how tender men's balls are and could
foresee Thompson would be in extreme pain when the rod hit because the end of
his cock and all of his balls were forced well above the thighs by the wedge
underneath.
Wilson didn't spare him. The rods splayed out as they descended and crashed
across his private parts. The scream that came from Thompson's mouth showed he
was in sheer agony. Seconds later he passed out. Water revived him and he took
two more strokes in the same area before he passed out again. His cock and balls
were bleeding badly. "Only thirteen more to go," Wilson stated, "But I think we
will have to work on other areas now." Methodically he worked up from the man's
knees to his shoulders until all the available flesh was covered with welts and
oozing blood. Water was thrown over him before he was taken to the cell and his
clothes thrown in after him.
Cook had heard the screams and was white with fear which escalated to downright
terror when her cell door was opened and Thompson thrown in. At one glance she
took in the sight of his bloody body and fainted. By the time she came to she
was fastened naked to the frame. Bert and Fred had were very free with their
hands when it came to undressing and fastening her to the frame as her bruised
tits testified.
"So you're awake now are you Cook," Wilson stated the obvious, "It's time now
for you to have a taste of the rod. You saw what it did to Thompson's back but
did you get a look at his cock and balls? No? Let me assure you he won't be
putting it inside you for a while and to make doubly sure, I am going to make
your slit so tender you won't want to touch yourself." On his instructions, Bert
and Fred tilted the top of the frame down so her head was near the floor and her
open crotch displayed obscenely at chest height. Bert produced a new birch,
maybe a fraction lighter than the one used on Thompson but not much. "You make
sure our Millie caught it on the cunt, so I am going to make damn sure you do
too." He brought the rods crashing down on her unprotected sex. Again she
fainted and was brought round with water thrown over her. A second stroke also
took her into deep unconsciousness that took a while to revive.
The frame was now tilted upright and Wilson began to send his rod on its
devastating journey along her body. When he got to chest level, Bert went
underneath and pushed her breasts out sideways. Wilson then laid the rods across
her back so the tips caught the sides of her tits. He made sure both were
equally treated by working from either side of her body. Water was thrown over
her to wash some of the blood away and she was taken and put in the cell with
Thompson. Emily and Fletcher were brought down to see the punishment had been
properly carried out. To their minds it certainly had - and to excess.
"What will you do with them now?" Emily enquired.
"Leave them here till morning and throw them on the streets to fend for
themselves."
"Cook has a cottage in Woodland Street. Could we not take them there on the cart
so they wouldn't be a menace on the street?" asked Fletcher.
"You can take them there if you wish Sir, but not with our cart."
Fletcher and Emily put a coat round Cook and more or less manhandled her to the
cottage. Thompson was heavier but was able to stumble along with widespread
legs. They laid them side by side on top of a bed. "We'd better get their bags
and then clean them a bit before we leave," Emily stated. Although they tried to
be careful with the cleaning, each time a cloth touched skin, a loud wail
emitted from the recipient. This was especially the case when they tried to
clean the genital areas. Thompson's balls had swollen to an unbelievably
enormous size and Cook's cunt lips were swollen, blue and bleeding.
Emily and Fletcher stayed until first light and then walked the seven miles back
to the house, shaken and appalled by the severity of the punishment.
Father decided to wait until after dinner that day before the men received their
punishment. Normally it would be the Cook's job to administer it but Emily
surprisingly volunteered. "I know my husband here has wanted to his cock in some
of the young fannies on the staff for a long while so I expect he jumped and the
chance. Now I want to be the one to pay him back for cuckolding me." It was
agreed that to be fair, everyone should be caned by the same person so it fell
to Emily. I tried to sneak into the store cupboard again but was sent away to my
bedroom long before I got near. Once more it was years later before I saw what
really happened.
Emily was a powerful woman so I guessed the men would certainly not want to sit
in a hurry afterwards and I was right. She started with her husband. He was
fastened to the chest with just the strap across his back. No leg or wrist
restraints and he was allowed to keep his legs closed to protect his balls.
Emily didn't want to do without a good fuck for long. Those waiting their turn
outside heard the swish of the cane and the crack as it landed and knew it had
to have been a hard painful stroke. Fletcher let out a groan. The others prayed
she was hitting him harder than she would them. A tear came to the eye of the
youngest boot boy. By the fourth stroke Fletcher was yelling and pleading with
his wife to go a bit easier but she didn't heed him. Fortunately the six strokes
were soon over and he was able to stretch and rub the sore flesh. Each of the
men got a similar thrashing without favour. All except the boot boy took it
reasonably stoically. He burst out sobbing and howling almost before the first
stroke landed. Oddly enough, he was the only one to get an erection during the
caning.
Afterwards there was the humiliation of showing their rear ends to the other
staff and to Millie.
*****
"I guess that about ends that episode," Violet said, "It's not a very nice day
here so shall we return to your time and I can have the luxury of my first hot
shower. I've been in there with you several times but in a non solid state. As
we are now melded I should remain solid and be able to feel the warmth of the
water and have you wash me."
