A Short Story By Brianna-Leah
A Harlot in Gaol
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run, (apologies to Canadian singer Gordon Lightfoot) people were made to pay for their mistakes, transgressions, stupidity and carelessness. Brianna-Leah was not stupid and she was not reckless but she could be a little careless at times. Her actions sometimes got her into scrapes she would rather not be in. Scrapes with the law such as it was in the 1750s. The Constabulary and the Courts and male society generally took a dim view of women in 18th century Britain and even the North American colonies.
Women prostitutes were greatly desired and used by men (Oh, were they ever used) but they had no standing in proper society. In fact, respectable women had little standing back then. They could be (and frequently were) stripped nude and publicly whipped or paddled across their buttocks by court order while tied to a whipping post. And in front of a crowd of townspeople. How unfortunate! How humiliating is that? The public spectacle of a nude 28 year old maid being whipped across her womanly bottom with a Cat O'Nine Tails was always very well attended by matrons, men and their wives and sometimes even children. In fact, cheers and merriment were the order of the day. The victims screams of anguish were met by great "Hurrahs" by the crowd.
Brianna-Leah was a serving wench in a popular London Pub called "Sheep Dip". Brianna-Leah, as did all women, liked to look good for the opposite sex and her own sex too. She could be very striking with her flashing raven black hair, her big fullsome bosom, her shapely hips and her statuesque 5ft 10in height. Plus she was fond of showing off her figure, especially her bottom although there were limited opportunities for this. She was good at her job and earned the admiration of the clientele which was mostly men but the enmity of the other girls. She was 28 years old and was even able to read and write a few words.
Women, of course, can be very catty towards other women. The other girls were jealous of her earning power, not only in tips but her prowess in attracting male clients for herself. Brianna-Leah was always being fondled by men. Her bottom was pinched, her breasts were often grabbed and in more darkened areas of the Pub some men even reached under her dress sometimes being rewarded with wet and fragrant fingers (and a warm memory). When this happened she did not scream or cry or faint. She merely said to the gentleman, "Sir, there is a time and a place for everything – if you are interested in that".
She did enjoy the attention and rarely complained to Frenchie the owner. She did entertain men in her room upstairs and not just to learn to read and write. She knew the customers and how to get them drunk just enough so that they could perform and pay for her services. Brianna-Leah was good in bed. And she always needed a man. Even during her time of the month she would apply her finer skills to give the customer a satisfying experience.
She wore a typical sack or dress low cut to show off her breasts and tight at the waist. She wore her hair to her shoulders as she knew men liked that. In an era where it was sometimes difficult to do she tried to keep herself clean and sometimes wore perfume. As they lived in a port city there were often "Jack Tars" in the pub. She always gave them special service and they often left a good bit of their wages with her.
One afternoon a handsome Jack Tar was in the Sheep Dip and Brianna-Leah served him grog. He was polite and friendly and struck up a conversation with Brianna's fellow serving wench Eliza. Eliza was known to take gentlemen to her own boudoir. The sailor was soon enthralled with Eliza and later in the evening Eliza took him upstairs to her room. Within seconds he swooped her up and laid her on her bed. Her bodice was quickly stripped off then off came her dress and she was nude with her legs open. She lay on her side and the sailor entered her. It was over in a few minutes and he paid her 6 pence the going rate. Somewhere along the line the sailor took his eye off his pocketbook and Eliza fleeced him of his earnings. Standard operating procedure for 1750s prostitutes. But he was too drunk to notice until the next morning.
The next morning the sailor was back but with the Constabulary. He swore that Brianna-Leah had fleeced him. She countered she had only served him grog but as she was well known to take gentlemen to her room the Constable seized and arrested her. Eliza looked the other way then made herself scarce. It was a Jack Tar against a mere serving wench. Women were second class citizens in 1750s England. Serving wenches were there to be used and abused.
Brianna-Leah knew she was in trouble. Off to gaol and then to court the next day. The judge looked her up and down and even recognized her. Well, why not, he had been a client of hers fairly regularly. He was not happy to see her in court. The charges were read and guilt was pronounced. Then came the sentence. Brianna-Leah would spend 2 months in the womens' gaol and receive the customary whipping to which she gasped loudly. She protested loudly too but to no avail. The judge was a stern man. It was only his fondness for her as a wench that he let her off with only 2 months incarceration. But he could do nothing about the corporal punishment. That was Parliament's doing.
She was terrified of the sentence and implored the judge to reconsider his verdict. He refused and directed that she be whipped in the nude and across her shapely bottom. And publicly. The spectators in the court roared their approval and she was led away to the cells. She would immediately be taken to gaol and receive her punishment the following day. She was incarcerated with several other women who had been convicted by the court. Some were very rough and aggressive and she tried to avoid them. Mind you she had her moments herself. Others were just poor and in bad circumstances.
Morning came and Brianna-Leah was hauled out of the cell with four other women. They were carted to the public square to receive their corporal punishment and were securely tied into the wagon. One at a time they were untied and hauled by two strong gaolers to the public whipping post. Brianna-Leah did not go first or second or third or fourth. She was the last, the fifth to be whipped. She was made to listen while averting her gaze from the scene. She heard the crowd cheering as the unfortunate victim was stripped of her clothes and tied to the post at her wrists high above her head. Then she heard the loud whistling of the Cat O'Nine Tails as the nine lashes tore through the air and flayed the woman's back and buttocks.
Before each whipping began the crime and the sentence was read out. The first woman's sentence was 30 lashes for stealing. That woman did not stoically bear her burden. She screamed at the first one and every one that followed. She sobbed loudly between the strokes. The crowd assembled around the site, however, roared its approval, clapping, whistling, singing, jeering, swearing. Oh The Humanity. After thirty strokes the first woman could barely stand. Her womanly bottom, which before was shapely and lovely, was now bloodied with red welts, black bruises and stripes. This was her welcoming whipping. Welcome to gaol, Lassie.
Brianna-Leah heard it all. She tried to close out the sound but could not. She heard the lashes as they tore through the air and connected with the woman's skin then the scream that immediately followed. And the sobs. And with each woman dealt with they got closer and closer to her. The third woman had received her lashes and the fourth was now tied and awaiting the strokes. Brianna-Leah watched this time. The gaoler was a strong man and very good at his job. He wound up and brought the 3 foot lashes down hard on the skin of her bottom. Another scream and another as the woman struggled to free herself. She tried to move her hips off to the side to avoid the lashes but the gaoler was familiar with that trick. He did not miss his mark. Then eventually it was over.
Now Brianna felt a strong arm around her as her rope was untied. She was pulled off the wagon and hauled to the post. She felt her knees go weak and the gaolers virtually carried her to the post. Her dress, etc. was quickly pulled off and she was tied to the post. Now she felt her nakedness and the keenly prying eyes of the townspeople staring at her full breasts, her lovely, shapely hips and bottom and legs and her womanhood with its triangle of black pubic hair. She couldn't believe she was here in this situation.
She had been framed maliciously but nevertheless she heard her crime and sentence read out. Eighty strokes of the whip! "Oh My God" she screamed. Then time seemed to stand still as the lash tore into her naked buttocks. She screamed and the tears came quickly. Her pain was terrible. The sting was so bad she couldn't help her anguished screaming. And then another. The sting was unbearable. She tried to move to avoid the strokes but the gaoler was very good at his job. He did not miss once.
The girl screamed with each stroke of the whip and sobbed between them as had the others. Only she was to get more strokes than they had. Her hips were thrust to one side then the other. At fifty she was still screaming and squirming trying to avoid the lash. As she did so her full breasts swayed, bounced and jiggled against the whipping post providing great entertainment to the assembled crowd including the pubescent young boys in attendance who keenly watched her writhing at the strokes. They could not believe their good luck at witnessing this spectacle. The matrons cheered and yelled, "Serves you right, you strumpet".
Brianna-Leah could hear nothing of their cries and taunts. They said, "How do you like it now Brianna? Will you steal a man's purse again? How dare you, how dare you" Greta in the front row kept repeating.
Each stroke of the whip was terribly painful for her. Brianna was utterly humiliated in front of the assembled crowd, which, of course, was part of the punishment. She knew they were all trying to catch a glimpse of her lovely womanhood. Her downy triangle of light black pubic hair did not conceal her slit from the view of the crowd especially as she struggled and squirmed from side to side. The stress of her situation had caused her monthly time to begin and menstrual blood trickled down the inside of her thighs. And each stroke hurt terribly. The sting was unbearable but she had to bear it! Between screams she shrieked "Please stop, Sir. Please stop. I beg you, Sir, please stop. Please have mercy on me." The gaoler was unmoved. He grinned widely as he brought the Cat back behind him to wind up for another harsh stroke. He was a 'Company man" and was intent on doing his job properly to the delight of the crowd and the City fathers.
The gaoler never stopped until the full sentence was carried out. Sometimes they reduced the strength of the strokes to spare the victim but not often. He didn't in Brianna's case. And her womanly bottom told the tale. Heavy purple, red and black stripes criss-crossed her naked buttocks from her lower back to her thighs. She would carry the scars for the rest of her life. She was sweating profusely and at 75 strokes she was just hanging from the ropes around her wrists high above her head. She was stretched out so all could see her naked body and the whipping.
The final five strokes were given and her full bottom shuddered violently as each tail of the Cat striped her. Then it was over. Brianna sobbed quietly and the gaoler untied her and they helped her dress, such as they could. One of them wiped the inside of her thighs with a rag. The crowd was quieter now, the spectacle of five youngish women being stripped and whipped across the naked buttocks satiating them. At least for now.
The women were all tied into the cart and off it went to the town gaol where they were documented as having received their welcoming whipping and were each given a cell. They were given some food and drink all the while the gaolers were eyeing the most attractive one, Brianna-Leah. She was still striking with her lovely long black hair, 5 foot 10 height and full bosom and womanly hips. She did not notice that the highest ranking matron at the women's gaol was indeed a woman. Matron Copps.
In the cells the Matron applied a salve to the women's bottoms to help them heal which would take some time. The Matron seemed to enjoy applying the salve and took pains to rub it in thoroughly even between the legs of the women. She even rubbed it into their womanhood. Especially in Brianna-Leah's case. Brianna enjoyed feeling the salve massaged into her. She moaned softly as Copps fingers penetrated her but she yelped as those fingers massaged it into the welts crisscrossing her bottom. Copps smiled to herself as the girl yelped. In truth the skin on her bottom was a mess, a welter of stripes, cuts and black bruises. After all she had taken 80 strokes without fainting or worse. Brianna-Leah was a trooper.
Life in an English women's prison was not easy and it could be fraught with danger. Corporal punishment was a mainstay used to keep the women in line and it was often used every day. Some of the clientele were very rough. At least Brianna-Leah had some manners. She lay face down on her boards that passed for a bed and winced as her clothes slid over her welted bottom. She tried to rest and was soon fast asleep. She dreamt of butterflies and soaring birds and a handsome knight returning from war safe and sound to her, Brianna-Leah. The only knight to have swept her off her feet and was to take her as his bride. Oh yes........
The very next day Matron Copps came to her cell and took her out to the main work area and explained the work she was going to be required to do. They were mundane tasks they all had to do. Copps seemed almost kindly as she gave instructions to Brianna-Leah. She stood just off to the side of the girl and while talking ran her hands up and down the girls hips and on to her bottom so she could feel the outline of her womanly shape. The girl was very shapely. A thin waist was accentuated by flairing baby making hips that were not too wide but just wide enough to make her "perfect" in the eyes of most men. Her full bosom just made things that much better. And she was very pretty.
Matron Copps was employed by the town to operate the womens' prison efficiently and at low cost. The women had to work to keep the costs down and keep themselves fed properly. If they did not, well, Copps knew how to deal with them. All of the women received their welcoming whipping and they did not want any other corporal punishment on top of that. But it always happened that somebody crossed the line. Who determined "The Line"? Matron Copps, of course. She could be so nice and then again she could be a sadistic overseer. Sadistic.
Rumours persisted among the inmates about Copps. Some of the women said they had had "interesting" experiences with her. Copps was a stern looking woman, about 40 years old and was certainly not delicate. In fact she was tall herself and quite strong. She did not suffer any fools or tolerate any dissension in the ranks. Some women did find out just how far they could push Copps. And they deeply regretted it afterwards. Copps used the wooden paddle. The blade was 8 inches wide and 18 inches long. The handle was another 12 inches long. For a woman who still had welts from her gaol welcome a paddling with it of 25 strokes across her bared bottom was unbearable. It produced a loud smack followed by a blood curdling scream. Copps liked that. Her name was Matron Copps but they all called her Crapps.
A few days went by and the women settled into a routine. Washing had to be done. The agricultural produce had to be processed and they tried to stay alive. Most tried to keep themselves clean also. It was a difficult life. The women were exhausted but they did have Sunday's off and were expected to attend services. Brianna-Leah had caught the eye of several of the women. She was a good worker but also still head turningly lovely. Matron Copps seemed to favour her.
Copps had a special secluded room where she sometimes took more attractive women inmates. It was rumoured what went on in there. Brianna-Leah had yet to be taken to that room. Until one day. She was taken from her work and taken to the washing facilities. Matron told her to strip herself and wash all over. She did this and while washing herself the Matron closely watched her. When she was done she was told not to dress but just put a towel over her and she was led to the special room where she was alone with Copps. Now Brianna really wondered what was going to happen.
Matron pulled the towel from Brianna and gazed approvingly at the girl's body. Then she began to remove her own uniform. Brianna averted her gaze but Matron told her to watch as she took off her own clothes. She was heavily breasted with large areolas and had nice shapely hips herself. She had a bushy triangle of coarse black pubic hair and her slit was visible from the front. Matron pulled Brianna close to her and hugged her tightly then kissed her mouth. Brianna was shocked. She couldn't believe it.
The Matron said "Brianna, I want to be nice to you and I want you to be nice to me in return". The girl didn't know what to do or what to say. Matron kissed her again with a passionate kiss then reached her hand down between the girl's thighs and stroked her womanhood inserting her index finger deep into Brianna-Leah's vagina. Brianna pushed her away and slapped Copps hard across the face with her open hand. The Matron recoiled herself and put her hand to her reddening cheek.
Such a turn of events. Brianna was surprised at what she had done. And so was the Matron. Then Copps said in a low but fierce voice, "Oh Brianna-Leah you will pay for that. You will pay dearly". With that she quickly put her uniform back on and stormed out. Next 2 other gaolers came in and roughly grabbed the girl and her clothes and roughly hauled her back to her cell. And that was it for that day. The girl was left to ponder what her next adventure would be in this womens' gaol. She wouldn't have very long to wait.
The next morning two gaolers took the girl to the notorious gaol punishment room. When a woman was taken there loud screams and much sobbing was the usual result. Soon she was stripped nude and tied at the wrists to another tall whipping post. In came the Matron who told the gaolers to pull the girl's legs apart which they did. Matron had in her hand a steel hook shaped like a meat hook used in abattoirs but it differed in that where the sharp point would be two perfectly round balls two inches in diameter were afixed one on top of the other.
Without a word and while the gaolers held the girl's legs wide open Matron ran the steel ball end along Brianna's slit making it wet. Then it found her vagina and Matron slowly pulled up on it so that the first ball began to penetrate her. She winced in pain as it tightly slid into her womanhood. She let out a loud moan as the second ball began to enter her. Now she was moaning loudly as the apparatus was moving towards her cervix stretching her open forcefully. Then it was fully penetrated and Brianna could scarcely think of anything else except that sensation. The other end had a rope afixed which the gaolers (having released her legs) now pulled on so that the hook completely penetrated her and tightly fit into her womanhood. They kept pulling lifting her feet off the floor. They then made the wrist rope taut so she was held tightly to the post, her breasts straddling it. The poor girl. A rope went around her waist holding her tight to the whipping post. She was quite a sight.
The gaolers left the room and only Matron Copps remained. She said. "I wanted to be nice to you Brianna but you were not nice to me. So now you must pay". It was scarcely a week since the girl had been whipped hard in public. She still had welts and black and blue bruises across her shapely bottom. Now it seemed she was again tied to a whipping post. And about to get it again, poor girl.
Copps approached her from behind. She fondled the girls hips and her bottom while kissing her back. Her hands moved to her breasts and Copps cupped each of them and squeezed them hard. The girl started to plead with Matron. She said, "Please Ma'am, please don't abuse me again. Please". Matron said, "One thing I won't tolerate is disobedience. It has no place in this gaol. Every woman who is disobedient will find herself where you are now. You slapped me in my face and you will pay for that."
With that matron slapped the girl hard across her bottom then picked up the wooden paddle. It was blood stained from previous use. Brianna felt it rubbed against her welted bottom. It was cool to the touch. She was about to plead some more when a horrific pain shot through her buttocks and a loud "SMACK " echoed through the punishment room. Matron gave the paddle full force – as hard as she could. Brianna's bottom shuddered with each stroke. "SMACK". "SMACK" again. This time the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. The sting was very sharp and unbearable especially over the welts she carried. Loud sobs came but were cut off by another scream. And another. And another.
Her bottom was very red and blood appeared in places but Matron kept on. Each stroke caused a violent shudder in the girl's flesh. It had barely subsided when another stroke made it shudder again. At twenty Copps said "Another ten to go Brianna-Leah. Then we'll see if you are suitably humbled." Another hard stroke and the girl cried out "Stop, stop, STOP. Oh PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, MADAM" Finally the ten had been given and the girl's bottom was stinging unbearably. Small trickles of blood showed on the fullest part of her derriere which had suffered the most damage. But it was over. Thirty strokes of the paddle. The girl didn't even feel the torture of the two balls in her vagina and its shaft holding her up off the floor. All she felt was horrific pain across her buttocks. She vowed to herself to never do anything to earn another paddling like this one.
Copps said, "I will try being nice to you again girl and if I get the same result you will be back here for another session with the paddle - only for more strokes. Then you will not sit down for a month. Do you understand?" The girl responded through her tears and sobs "Yes Ma'am." Copps undid the rope to the vaginal hook and slowly pulled it out of the girl. It hurt coming out. She had been supported basically by her pubic bone. Then she was lowered to the floor and her wrists untied. It was over.
Brianna-Leah slept soundly that evening. Her rudimentary bed was some comfort to her. She slept on her side so as not to aggravate the welts on her derriere. The next day she awoke and remembered the paddling she got. Brianna ran her fingers across her derriere and felt the welts still there and she felt the pain of the bruises covering her bottom. Then she arose with the others and went to work til mid afternoon in the laundry when two of the female guards came in and with one on each side of her took the girl down a long hallway right to the end. They entered a room she had not been in before. It was quite secluded from the others.
The guards left, closing the heavy door behind them and when she turned around Matron Copps was standing there with a warm smile on her face. Copps said "Hello again, Brianna-Leah. I hope you are not in too much pain from your punishment. Today I want to be nice to you, Brianna." as she walked over and locked the door. "Very nice indeed".
The Matron came up behind the girl and put her arms around her. Her hands cupped the girls full breasts and squeezed as many men had done before. The girl dared not object for she knew the paddle would be pressed into service once again to caress her terribly sore bottom. Matron held her tight and lightly sighed, she swept the girl's beautiful, long hair to her left side and kissed the girl's neck passionately. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" she whispered. Brianna didn't answer as Matron swung her around and kissed her lips passionately.
This was all very new and different to Brianna-Leah. She had never known another woman to be like this. But, of course, more was to come. The Matron caressed the girl then told her to start taking her clothes off. Brianna was too terrified to not obey. Her bottom was still stinging. She took everything off casting it onto a nearby chair. The Matron was not unattractive and she began to remove her dress herself. She took Brianna's hand and ran it over her breasts and pulled the girl into her embrace so their breasts were one on one.
The Matron took the girls hand and put it between her own legs softly saying, "Be nice to me Brianna and I will be so nice to you". The girl did as she was told and for the first time in her life ran her fingers into another woman's vagina feeling it's luscious softness, its wetness, its warmth. Instinctively she brought her fingers to her mouth and got the scent and taste of this woman. She liked its muskiness. Matron kissed the girl's mouth until their tongues met and swirled around each other.
So what was the girl to think? Do as the Matron says? She did and felt the soft wetness of another woman ready for lovemaking. The Matron said "I want you to call me Maude when we're alone". The girl couldn't say anything she just ran her index finger along the woman's increasingly wet slit. Maude moaned softly. She pushed the girl's hand and fingers deeper into her vagina. Her moaning got louder. Maude ran her fingers over the girl's bottom feeling the welts then said "I'm going to make it up to you for what I did to your bottom". Hmmm, as if anything could compensate for that horrific experience.
Brianna-Leah was pushed down on the bed and in a second the Matron was on top of her. She pushed the girl's legs wide open with her own legs. Maude kissed her and said "Keep your legs open, I'm going to make you feel very nice". She moved her face down to the girl's breasts and suckled each one until the nipples were engorged and standing proud then went further down to the girl's bushy, black patch of pubic hair. Maude tenderly kissed the girl's thighs working up to her womanhood and said, "You are so lovely, Brianna-Leah".
Brianna-Leah was so shocked she couldn't do anything. Then she felt Maude's wet kiss on the lips of her vulva. She had never had a man do this to her. Usually they just opened her with their fingers and then forced their manhood inside her, usually hurting her in the process. This was different. Maude kissed the inside of her creamy soft thighs tenderly once again. She kissed the thighs from her knees to her vulva. Brianna felt Maude's warm wet tongue enter her vagina and she let out a deep, passionate moan.
She didn't understand why this was all happening but she knew she liked it. Maude moved her mouth to the girl's Devil's Teat (clitoris) as it was called then and used her tongue to stimulate it. Brianna-Leah gasped and pleaded for more as Maude raised her head and whispered, "Your scent is so nice, so musky, so wet", as she parted the girl's vaginal labia. Maude knew what to do. She ran her tongue down the labia and then back up and into the vagina. Then to the Devil's Teat again.
Brianna was making quite a bit of noise now and had her hand on the back of Maude's head forcing her sex into the Matron's mouth. Then she rapidly climaxed. She shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her. She forgot all about her aching buttocks and the welts raised over its entire surface. She forgot about the vaginal hook and wrist ropes that held her close to the whipping post. Brianna-Leah had never felt such intense pleasure. She seemed to be in a different world. And so it was. She had 6 more weeks to serve in Maude's gaol. Would she leave when her sentence was over????