Memories (by Annika62)

This picture reminds to something my mother has told me:
I was raised on a farm in a rural area. And in many things it was already in my time as youth like life in an ancient village. But when my mother was youth time were even more strict. While I got frequent birchings in her time whippings were regular. She lived there as a farm maid. When it was time of her punishment she was led naked outside to a frame like on this picture by farmhelpers an bound tight to the frame. The farm owner came out with a heavy bullwhip and announced the punishment. Nothing under 30 lashes. Then she got flogged most brutally and she screamed at the top of the lungs. She writhed in agony and tried to fight against the tight bonds. All in vain. She had to endure punishment. This was the punishment all farm maids had to endure. Then she had to remain naked and bound at the frame for at least two hours. It was not rare that some farm helpers used the opportunity to violate my mother. She said it belonged to the punishment. When I was punished by the birch as youth my mother told me of her times and told me I should be thankful for being birched only. She said it would have been good for me to experience real frequent whippings like she did.
It must have been hard for my mom. She told me when she was bound naked and the whip hit her body. First she groaned only in agony but with every lash her screams became louder. Shlack... unnnh, slack.... unnnnh, shlack... UNNNHHHH, slack.... aiiiiiee, shlack.... AIIIIIIEEEE!!!! The men watching had little entertainment in these days. So the whipping of a farm maid was always a welcomed distraction from hard work.
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