Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... is.” “Sometimes the women of the village, when the opportunity presented itself, would get their revenge against a tart who had been teasing their husbands by stripping her naked in the middle of the night and leaving her to complete her time in the stocks open to everyone’s view.” He rubbed his fingers through Alice’s slit almost causing her legs to buckle. “But that was a risky thing to do,” he added, “because the punishment for a woman interfering with a prescribed punishment was a public birching in these stocks.” He patted Alice’s asscheeks and asked, “Do you know what that entailed?” “I’m not sure,” Alice moaned. She was starting to have trouble following the conversation. “Women were not supposed to interfere with men’s decisions,” he said softly. “They could throw mud or garbage, but they couldn’t change the nature of the punishment. That was not a woman’s place. So if they were caught adding to or subtracting from a public punishment, they were stripped, or at least had their dresses put up over their heads while they were trapped in the stocks, and publicly birched.” He walked over to pail of water sitting on the floor. There were a number of small tree branches soaking in the bucket. “These are birch switches,” he explained and he picked up the bundle. “Soaking them in water makes them more supple and they swing with greater flexibility.” He laughed, “Of course, you can also soak them in salt water so that it multiplies the sting if the switch breaks the skin.” ...

... He whipped the bundle through the air. “They can be used as a single switch, or as a bundle. Then it is called a whisk.” He held the dripping bundle of switches in front of Alice’s face. “Which do you think would hurt worse?” he asked. “The whisk or the switch?” “Most likely the single switch, sir,” she replied. “It would concentrate the force of the blow into a smaller area.” “Let us experiment, then,” he said merrily. “I will switch your bare arse nine times with this bundle of switches.” He patted her asscheeks and continued, “I won’t be too severe at this point. We are, after all, just beginning. Then I will strike you once with a single switch and let you tell me which hurt worse. ... Until then, I expect you to remain quiet.” Alice could not see him, but could sense him moving around behind her. She could hear the swishing of the bundle and feel water droplets sprinkling her back and legs. Then there was silence for several seconds followed by a louder swish and a loud smack as the bundle of birch switches struck her left asscheek. Alice gasped and squeaked, but remained more or less silent. “One,” he said. There was another swish and another loud smack, followed by another squeak from Alice that was more of a muffled grunt. “Two,” he counted. The swish, smack, squeak continued through three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. Then he came back into Alice’s view as he returned all but one of the birch switches to the pail of water. He stood there where Alice could ...