Free Ruled by the Rod by Sara Rawlings Page B

imagination to visualise the discomfort
such bondage would cause us, but we tried to face it without
showing our fear, for was it not all done with only our best
interest at heart?
    Now the judge
was speaking again.
    'Since each of
you has only confessed to this sin under direct questioning, the
law demands that you receive four strokes each.' He looked at
papa.
    'Undoubtedly,'
agreed our mentor, 'I propose that each of us should deal with one
miscreant, and afterwards, while she is suitably positioned, reduce
that tension that I, for one, feel building so painfully in my
loins. Do you, judge, take Marion, doctor you may judge best how
Charlotte should be handled in the bridle, and I will attend to
Annabel.'
    And so it was
done. Marion took her four strokes with her usual stoicism, and
after, brought the judge off with her now expert sphincter muscle.
It was not possible to gauge properly how Charlotte reacted, since
the sounds she made may have been on account of the interference
with her normal breathing of the cage on her head, and the cruel
blade pressing on her tongue. However, her whining and choking
gasps did not indicate that she was insensible of the doctor's cuts
to her buttocks, nor his ravaging of her fundament.
    Finally I
found myself mounted on that fearful chair, yet again. My nether
cheeks cringed with a terror all their own, I could not control
them. Though I knew I would only have to take four strokes, the
long overture to this performance of the flogger's opera had sapped
my courage, and I was as much undone by the four searing stripes
papa laid on my bottom as by a full dozen on other occasions. I was
much ashamed, and could only sob miserably as he reamed my anus,
voiding his injurious juices in my bowel.
    Our fetters
replaced, Charlotte's bridle removed, we were dismissed to our
beds, each carrying a pair of handcuffs. Poor Charlotte was in a
sorry state. She had worn her hideous headgear for upwards of two
hours, and her tongue was sore. She had no desire to make
conversation, and communicated her needs as much as possible by
means of signs, and nods of her head.
    We tended each
others hurts as best we might, though it goes without saying that
we did not offer each other that comfort and relief that we had
customarily shared. When we had donned our night shifts, we each
retired to our own rooms and took to our beds, where we lay on our
stomachs, as we would have done anyway given the state of our
buttocks, and slipped the cuffs over our wrists, behind our backs,
snapping shut the spring-loaded jaws. Now we could not give in to
the temptation to touch those sweet sensitive buds between our
thighs, but must lie and feel every throb of our stripes and twinge
of our sphincters. It was a restless night for each of us, and we
were almost grateful to see the dawn, and stumble to papa's room to
have our hands released, that we might go to the stable yard and
make our ablutions under the pump.
    The bridle
seemed to have a marked effect on Charlotte, and she was by no
means as free with her tongue afterwards, even when no males were
present and her remarks were addressed solely to us, her sisters,
though it was not in her nature to not backslide occasionally.
    I understood
her caution better, when I had tasted the device myself. It was in
the nature of things that our guardians would make each of us try
the experience at least once, so that it might be a curb on our
tongues should we be tempted to voice an unwomanly opinion or tone.
In my case, I had merely explained how the wind was blowing from
the east, always a difficulty in the vicarage, when he had
complained that I had made his fire to smoke and sting his eyes.
For this I was sentenced to two hours in the branks, which I
fetched immediately, and he forced the bit into my mouth, latching
the rear of the cage behind my head to secure it. It was a
harrowing experience. The steel plate pressed on my tongue, its
stubby spikes not penetrating that organ, but