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Alice in Thunderland

... cross or with their back to the cross. It can be used for whipping or other actions while the person is spread wide and helpless.” “Go on,” he said with a smile. “The rack is normally an instrument of torture that was used to very slowly and painfully pull a person apart. This rack is modified so that the tension can be more carefully controlled and the restraints are padded. I assume that is to allow someone to be taken to the very threshold without the actual destruction of their body.” “You are very observant,” he replied. “Please continue.” “This,” said Alice, setting her hand on the padded leather of the punishment bench, “is commonly called a spanking bench or punishment bench. A person kneels on the low pad and puts their body over the higher pad where it is strapped into place. Sometimes there is a stock for the hands and head, but this bench instead has an additional pad which seems to be intended to support the shoulders. It would appear that the arms are restrained down along the supports for that pad. “You seem to know a great deal about these instruments. Have you studied them?” “Yes, sir,” Alice answered. She looked down at the floor. “I find myself drawn to them.” She squirmed under his gaze. “I have read a great deal about their use.” “But you have not yet experienced any of them have you, Alice?” he asked. “No, sir, I have not.” She found herself flushing red as she answered because she was thinking that she was about to find out how each of these was used. ...

... “And what is this final item used for?” he asked. “This is a stock,” she answered. “It was used for public humiliation and punishment.” She thought to herself that she was starting to sound like a tourist guide. “A person’s hands and head were locked in the stocks and they were displayed in the public square. The people of the town, including the children, would say terrible things to them and throw mud and garbage at them.” “I am sure that is what you read in your history books,” he replied, “but there was much more to it than just children throwing mud.” He raised the top of the stock. “A person was sentenced to the stocks for anything from an afternoon to several days.” He motioned for Alice to step forward, then he guided her head and hands into the holes in the stock. “If it were for but an afternoon,” he continued as he closed the beam, trapping her in place, “then what you read was probably accurate.” He stroked Alice’s back. “But if you were in the stock for several days, that meant you were bent over and vulnerable like this all night.” He gave a deep resonant laugh, “And a lot could happen overnight to a man, and especially to a woman.” He slid his hand on down her back until he was stroking her ass. His fingers slipped between her legs and she moaned slightly. “You are dripping wet,” he said. “Is that because you are imagining all that could happen to you overnight, bent over and vulnerable like this?” Alice suppressed another moan and answered, “Yes, Master, it ...