Public Flogging
Here we see a prisoner-slave being subjected to a public flogging in one of the Gynarchy’s many underground dungeons.
Let us examine the various characters in this scene in a bit more detail:
Ø Starting with the whipper, we see that she is a fit and healthy, young woman with a strong right arm and bright orange hair. Note the look of concentration and steely determination on her pretty face as she wields the mighty female whip behind her in the dungeon air, ready to come cracking down yet again onto the miserable prisoner-slave’s bare back. Ha! Ha! The prisoner-slave is still reacting to the lingering, biting pain of the last strike. He clearly doesn’t know what’s hit him, and what is about to hit him – again and again!
Ø Then, moving around the scene from left to right, we have the various witnesses to the whipping, beginning with the familiar, pretty face of Ms Karen – a woman who loves watching slaves being whipped! Her own household footslave is whipped most everyday, either by herself or her husband, but nothing, in her eyes, ‘beats’ a professionally-delivered, public flogging with a full-length, Gynarchy-leather whip – and this bright young, orange-haired whipmistress is truly a professional, as we have already established. And please don’t be fooled – that isn’t a look of pity on Ms Karen’s face; rather, it’s a look of relief – relief that she herself will never know the burning, searing bite of the whip on herback as, indeed, no woman ever will in the Gynarchy of Barbaria. For the whip is strictly reserved for male backs – and, even then, only slave male backs! And rightly so! So, Ms Karen madam is perfectly relaxed as she enjoys witnessing the male prisoner-slave’s pain and suffering in front of her, as well she might be. Note too how she is wearing white socks inside her boots – in order to display to everyone her feminine purity.
Ø The young black woman standing beside her may not be, allegedly, so chaste and pure (hence her black socks), but she is certainly enjoying the spectacle of the whip in action every bit as much as Ms Karen – if not more so. See how she mockingly shouts at the slave, audibly counting out each lash so as to remind him of just how many more he has to go (thus far he has received 6 strokes, so that leaves 20 more to come – much to the glee of this particular whip-counter!). She can barely contain her excitement, and very much wishes it was her wielding the whip (she’d have to beat Ms Karen to the front of the queue, though, if a vacancy for a professional dungeon whipper became suddenly available!)
Ø Next to her is a bald man in a blue shirt who is likewise shouting out the odds to the prisoner-slave, though the man is mainly focussed on mock-mimicking the slave’s screams of pain in faux-sympathy and empathy with the latter’s suffering. Actually, of course, the free man is enjoying the spectacle every bit as much as the ladies, because, as we have already established, the whip is reserved only for slave males under the laws of the Gynarchy. Free males can be punished (e.g. imprisoned), but they can never be whipped! Females, in case you were wondering, are above the law, and can never be punished even if they commit a crime. A male ‘whipping boy’ will be appointed by the Female Courts to suffer any indignity or punishment on a female-criminal’s behalf. Who knows, maybe the prisoner-slave before us is one such ‘innocent’ whipping boy – being punished vicariously for some heinous crime committed by an unknown female? If so, he deserves all he gets!
Ø The next young lady along the line of spectators, who is seated, is bespectacled, off-duty security-guard mistress Ms Aneka madam. You’d think she’d get enough of watching, and indeed administering, whippings at her daily job, wouldn’t you (since she works as a guard in the dungeons)? But no, not a bit of it. Like Ms Karen before her, Ms Aneka just can’t get enough of the sight and sounds of a female whip cracking across male slave back. And so she’s in absolutely no hurry to go anywhere, which is why she has brought a portable chair with her. Note that her socks are also white – and with white, lacy frills at the cuffs. Very feminine; and very dominant – when worn by a female sadist!
Ø Next to her is a powerful cardinal master-sir, praying (judging by the smugly happy expression on his holier-than-thou face) that the sinner prisoner-slave will suffer mightily under the female whip. It would appear that his prayers are being answered!
Ø Then we have a handsome, smiling young man and his female partner. You might recognise her, for she too is an off-duty security guard mistress, Ms Anna madam – friend of Ms Aneka; lover of the whip; enemy of prisoner-slaves. Note, if you will, how Ms Anna madam is still wearing her plain, black, guard-uniform socks, even though she has changed out of the rest of her uniform. As she finished a 12 hour shift earlier today, that means she has been wearing those socks for at least 14 hours now! Do you think the stupid prisoner-slave even realisesthat whilst he’s being whipped? Ha! Ha! The fool is probably oblivious to the socks surrounding him at this present moment in time, being consumed as he is by pain. What a moron!
Ø See how Ms Anna is seated with her head resting in her hands. She is tired after her long working day as a Gynarchy guard, but not tired enough to want to go home and miss the rest of the whipping! Besides, she and her male partner will almost certainly be going home to make love to one another immediately after this whipping, and watching the helpless prisoner-slave being soundly whipped is very much putting her in the mood!
Ø Meanwhile her aforementioned partner is enjoying a sneaky cigarette – you can just see it in his right hand. Thus you could say he is puffing out smoke whilst the slave is puffing out pain! What wouldn’t the prisoner-slave give for a cigarette at the present moment in time?! But, needless to say, slaves in the Gynarchy aren’t allowed to smoke or drink – or, indeed, to relax in any form. They have too much work to do – and punishment to receive!
Ø Finally, we observe the last of the witnesses – a bright, young blonde woman in ultra-short, black sneaker-socks with brightly-coloured, yellow ballet flats – seated on the edge of the whipping arena so that she can get a very close up and personal view of the effects of the whip on the slave’s quivering back. Don’t worry – she’s seated far enough away from the whip not to be in any danger of being struck by it herself! She does have the appearance of being a bit of a blonde bimbo, though – which is very much seen as a badge of honour in the Gynarchy. Indeed, the ultimate Gynarchy goddess is regarded as being bleached-blonde, stupid and fat – all traits that are highly admired throughout Gynarchy society. At least this young woman displays two out of those three characteristics – sadly for her she isn’t (yet) fat – and she picks up further social kudos for being a smoker. I do hope she’s enjoying herself like the others, for we need to encourage beautiful, young Alpha-females like this to take up the whip and perhaps think of becoming professional whipmistresses – like her orange-haired peer!
Ø Lastly, and leastly, we have the whipped prisoner-slave. What more is there to say about him? He’s a slave, and he’s being whipped. That’s all we need to know. Ha! Ha! See how he’s making a song and dance of his whipping, though – a jig of pain, and an aria to the great whip-wielding skills of his pretty, orange-haired superior. Let’s hope he is required to kiss her brown leather boots when she has finished whipping him – and, indeed, the shoes and boots of everyone who is currently gloating over him in this dungeon whipping-room. For they are all his betters, and fully deserving of his whipped-slave respect.
In the meantime, crack on orange-haired miss! For you are truly brilliant at what you do, and it is a privilege and a joy to watch you at work!
