The Squire’s Sentence
The villagers were all assembled to see the young wife of the Squire put over the block in the village square to receive what the locals thought of as a long overdue comeuppance.
Ever since her arranged marriage to a man more than twice her age Gwendoline had treated the villagers as peasants, useful only to carry out whatever demands she chose to make. But when the Squire caught her allowing a young manservant to feel her maidenly charms he had determined to subject her to humiliation as well as a stern correction.
Laid over the cold stone block normally reserved for judicial whippings Gwendoline shivered with fear even as her face cheeks blushed with the humiliation of all those people she considered beneath her enjoying her misery.
Behind her the local blacksmith held the cruel birch switches that had already laced the girl’s cheeks with the first of what would be many stinging red welts.
The villagers were all assembled to see the young wife of the Squire put over the block in the village square to receive what the locals thought of as a long overdue comeuppance.
Ever since her arranged marriage to a man more than twice her age Gwendoline had treated the villagers as peasants, useful only to carry out whatever demands she chose to make. But when the Squire caught her allowing a young manservant to feel her maidenly charms he had determined to subject her to humiliation as well as a stern correction.
Laid over the cold stone block normally reserved for judicial whippings Gwendoline shivered with fear even as her face cheeks blushed with the humiliation of all those people she considered beneath her enjoying her misery.
Behind her the local blacksmith held the cruel birch switches that had already laced the girl’s cheeks with the first of what would be many stinging red welts.