The air in the barn was thick, a soupy mixture of old hay, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light, and the sharp, coppery scent of my own fear. It was a smell I knew as intimately as my own skin. Mama, my sister Elara, and I stood naked, our shoulders brushing, a trembling wall of shared and impending agony. Papa was securing the last of the ropes around Mama’s wrists, pulling them taut against the worn wooden frame. Behind us, the three-legged stool waited, and on it, the whip. Its braided leather tail lay coiled, a dormant serpent. Papa’s philosophy was the iron law of our world,… 続きを読む

The air in the barn was thick, a soupy mixture of old hay, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light, and the sharp, coppery scent of my own fear. It was a smell I knew as intimately as my own skin. Mama, my sister Elara, and I stood naked, our shoulders brushing, a trembling wall of shared and impending agony. Papa was securing the last of the ropes around Mama’s wrists, pulling them taut against the worn wooden frame. Behind us, the three-legged stool waited, and on it, the whip. Its braided leather tail lay coiled, a dormant serpent. Papa’s philosophy was the iron law of our world,… 続きを読む

The woman has been caught. She was stealing from a merchant, again. They had warned her that her next crime would be punished so harshly, that if she survived the punishment, she would wish she had not. So it was, she was tied in the village square on the punishment table, usually used for whipping the buttocks of wayward women. She was, however, laying on her back, with her legs tied widely apart, knees pulled back, so as to provide a maximum gaping of her vagina. Everything was placed into view. Her plump meaty outer lips were fully parted, displaying their contents. Her clitoris was poking… 続きを読む

The woman had a sickening choice. The man who kidnapped her and her daughter stripped them naked and tied their hands high over their head. He said he would set them both free, but only after he whipped one of their pair of breasts. He would whip her 44FF breasts, made so large by the years and by nursing her daughter as a baby, with 25 lashes to each breast with a heavy kn*tted rope. That would be a bloody destruction which, without medical care, could lead to her death. Both mother and daughter knew that the mother's weak heart would possibly not survive such brutality. He also was willing… 続きを読む

The sun bled through the cracks in the old barn, illuminating dust motes dancing like fairies over the dry, sweet hay. But there was no sweetness here today. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and dread. For the three women standing naked in the center of the barn, the familiar scene was etched with a new, profound layer of humiliation. Father stood by the whipping frame, a grim monument to his own twisted doctrine. “Misconduct by one is a punishment for all,” he intoned, his voice echoing in the vast space. “Today, the offender is the mother. Dishonesty in the accounts.” Mother, Elar… 続きを読む

The woman had a sickening choice. The man who kidnapped her and her daughter stripped them naked and tied their hands high over their head. He said he would set them both free, but only after he whipped one of their pair of breasts. He would whip her 44FF breasts, made so large by the years and by nursing her daughter as a baby, with 25 lashes to each breast with a heavy kn*tted rope. That would be a bloody destruction which, without medical care, could lead to her death. Both mother and daughter knew that the mother's weak heart would likely not survive such brutality. He also was willing t… 続きを読む

The woman had a sickening choice. The man who kidnapped her and her daughter stripped them naked and tied their hands high over their head. He said he would set them both free, but only after he whipped one of their pair of breasts. He would whip her 44FF breasts, made so large by the years and by nursing her daughter as a baby, with 25 lashes to each breast with a heavy kn*tted rope. That would be a bloody destruction which, without medical care, could lead to her death. Both mother and daughter knew that the mother's weak heart would likely not survive such brutality. He also was willing t… 続きを読む

The dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light of the barn, a ballet of irrelevance against the grim tableau being prepared. I stood beside my father, the familiar weight of the braided leather whip coiled in my hand like a sleeping serpent. The air was thick with the scent of old hay, oiled leather, and the sharp, coppery tang of fear. For twenty-four years, I had lived under the roof of this man, my father, and had borne witness to his singular, cruel philosophy. He called it ‘Shared Burden,’ a doctrine of absolute, intertwined responsibility. The misconduct of one woman under his roo… 続きを読む

The sun hadn't yet crested the eastern ridge, but its cold, grey light was enough to see by. It was the kind of light that promised nothing, least of all mercy. I stood in the packed-dirt yard of the farmhouse, the weight of the leather whip in my hand both familiar and terribly new. My name is Elias, and today, I would cease to be just a son and a brother. Today, I would become a man in my father’s eyes. The barn door was already open, a dark maw exhaling the scent of hay, animal musk, and old wood. Inside, the whipping frame stood as it always had, a stark, brutal piece of furniture that wa… 続きを読む

Two daughter and their mother lived in a farm house with their father. He believed that each of the women was responsible for the other. His version went like this; misconduct by one, was a punishment for them all. So, if the oldest daughter, 20, with her 40GG breasts required punishment, the mother, 42, with her 44K breasts, would receive the same whipping as the one requiring punishment. The younger daughter, with her 38FFF breasts would receive half of the punishment. If the mother was the offender, which happened often, both daughters would receive half the number of lashes as the mother.… 続きを読む

The woman had been sentenced to an intense breast whipping. The objective was not to compete a specific number of strikes of the whip on her breasts, but to obtain a specific level of destruction of the breast structures. Her problem in this regard was simple. Her breasts were enormous. They had grown over the years to 42KK. Even though they hung as lengthy structures on her chest, they were still full structures, with an enormous surface area for the whip to strike and an enormous amount of tissue within her breasts to degrade. She was already hung by her wrists to the rail above her head, an… 続きを読む

The village Elders received an accusation against the mother and daughter. In the village, an accusation against a woman is a convictions. They were sentenced to a severe whipping in the village square. They were to be stripped naked, and walked to the whipping posts. The decision was made that each of the women would be tied to the thinest whipping post, with their breasts on either side of the post. The mother had the larger 44KK breasts. They were absolutely massive and while they sagged more with age, they were still formidable structures, or in this case targets. The daughter, only 19, h… 続きを読む

As the younger sister watches the salt being rubbed into her mother's ravaged breasts, she is overwhelmed by a wave of unimaginable pain and terror. The sight of her mother's agony is a torment that consumes her entire being, a raw, desperate sound that seems to echo in her very mind. She can see the way the mother's body convulses with each grain of salt, the way her screams echo through the square, a plea for mercy, a cry of agony that tears at her heart. The younger sister's own pain is a distant memory, overshadowed by the unimaginable suffering her mother is enduring. She can feel the he… 続きを読む

She was to be punished in the village square. The Elders had decreed she was to be breast whipped, brutally so. The thick leather punishment strap was to strike each of her enormous billowing breasts thirty five times, making sure that the entire surface of each breast was fully punished. Even five lashes was considered complete devastation. It was one of the harshest penalties ever given, Her crime was severe, but her punishment was ruinous. If she appeared to be in danger of mortal harm, her either of her daughters, 18 and 21, could offer their breasts to the lash. They would be whipped wit… 続きを読む

A thick leather strap was the tool of punishment. The woman was tied, hands high above her head, with her back to the post. She was to receive a breast whipping. Her breasts were enormous. She had been diagnosed with Macromastia, when she was fifteen. Her breasts had grown dramatically since then. Her problem was the specifics of the punishment she was to receive. The number of lashes were to be the number needed to degrade her breasts to bloody swollen masses. With her vast breast flesh, she knew it would take an enormous number of lashes to meet the objective of the whipping. She knew this w… 続きを読む

The air was cold on my skin, a final, fleeting kindness. It raised goosebumps on my arms, my belly, my thighs. But it did not touch my breasts. They were too large, too heavy, hanging pendulous and exposed, their sheer mass keeping them warm and shielded from the slight breeze. That would change. The cold would be the least of my sensations. The rough-hewn post was solid against my spine. My arms were stretched high above my head, wrists bound together with a coarse, oiled rope that had already begun to chafe. I was tethered to an iron ring bolted into the wood, a prisoner of my own body. My… 続きを読む

A thick leather strap was the tool of punishment. The woman was tied, hands high above her head, with her back to the post. She was to receive a breast whipping. Her breasts were enormous. She had been diagnosed with Macromastia, when she was fifteen. Her breasts had grown dramatically since then. Her problem was the specifics of the punishment she was to receive. The number of lashes were to be the number needed to degrade her breasts to bloody swollen masses. With her vast breast flesh, she knew it would take an enormous number of lashes to meet the objective of the whipping. She knew this w… 続きを読む

A thick leather strap was the tool of punishment. The woman was tied, hands high above her head, with her back to the post. She was to receive a breast whipping. The number of lashes were to be the number needed to degrade her breasts to bloody swollen masses. She knew this would be bad, she had no idea how very horrible it would be. The leather strap, heavy and unforgiving, cut through the air with a vicious whistle before slamming into the woman's exposed breasts with a sickening thud. Her body jerked against the rough post, ropes biting into her wrists as she let out a guttural scream that… 続きを読む

Two daughter and their mother lived in a farm house with their father. He believed that each of the women was responsible for the other. His version went like this; misconduct by one, was a punishment for them all. So, if the oldest daughter, 20, with her 40GG breasts required punishment, the mother, 42, with her 44K breasts, would receive the same whipping as the one requiring punishment. The younger daughter, with her 38FFF breasts would receive half of the punishment. If the mother was the offender, which happened often, both daughters would receive half the number of lashes as the mother.… 続きを読む

Two daughter and their mother lived in a farm house with their father. He believed that each of the women was responsible for the other. His version went like this; misconduct by one, was a punishment for them all. So, if the oldest daughter, 20, with her 40GG breasts required punishment, the mother, 42, with her 44K breasts, would receive the same whipping as the one requiring punishment. The younger daughter, with her 38FFF breasts would receive half of the punishment. If the mother was the offender, which happened often, both daughters would receive half the number of lashes as the mother.… 続きを読む