gaoler's severity because Noreen, now arse-upwards over the hurdle-bar, was writhing her thrashed bottom in anguish, a twisting and surging which might almost have been an erotic dance. This display she offered would have been seductively lascivious even if performed before her bridegroom on her honeymoon night to entice him to bed.
Indeed, though her boyfriend was obliged to express indignation at the sentence of reformatory detention passed upon her, he would secretly have loved to see her arse bucking and squirming under the gaoler's whip. A young tart like Noreen is not of the kind to whom a man swears his life. Private information assures me that her boyfriend bribed the stable-boys for details of the whipping. He paid several guineas for photographs of the scene taken after the thrashing had been in progress for more than an hour. Several were of Noreen's defiant young face, the brown eyes under the level fringe of her dark hair brimming with tears and her mouth distended in a frantic scream. Others were full-plate camera studies of the bare cheeks of Noreen's bottom, tapestried by welts of the pony-whip and with a dozen wine-red trickles down them from her cuts. So roused was he that he had to use the stable-lads' remedy at once. Later he assured Mr. Bowler that he would make no more objection to the sentence of eighteen months which Noreen was to serve. Indeed, he made a private complaint against her so that she might be held for twelve months more! Such moral resolve is always rewarded here. The young man was apprenticed to a gaoler in another county, for it was thought better to part him from Noreen for good. Meanwhile, the gaoler who dealt with Noreen that night was unbearably tantalised by glimpses of her cunt and views between her bottom- cheeks as she writhed. He thrashed the supple riding-switch aslant her buttocks and saw her jam one knee into the back of the other as she tried desperately to contain the agony. The whip smacked her bum-cheeks again and the young whore actually dared to try and kick out at him with her strong bare legs! 'Punish her well for that, Mr. Gaoler!' said Mr. Bowler. 'See that you whip the young slut's legs as well as her backside!' So the flashing leather of the supple switch smacked savagely across the broad rounding cheeks of Noreen's bare bottom again… and again… a slash of the whip high up on the rear of her thighs..-. again… the whip across the backs of her knees… again… and again… the whip high across the rear of her thighs… across the backs of her knees again… and again… her thighs again… and again… a smack of the riding-switch across Noreen's bottom… across her thighs… thighs… thighs… bottom… Noreen screaming wildly… her dark lank hair breaking from its short pony-tail and flying this way and that… a cruel cut of the whip across the lower fatness of Noreen's bottom-cheeks… another across that fetter curve of her buttocks…
Noreen screaming and kicking madly with her bare legs… a cut with the whip aslant the surging mounds of Noreen's arse… another slanting cut… two ruby trickles down Noreen's thrashed buttocks and a score of wine-red smudges… Though Noreen is a sturdy young wench, it was not surprising that one of the stable-lads had to apply the smelling-salts to her nostrils from time to time. He did this with smiles and randy whispers to her. Though he had to pull up his cotton pants as he came forward, he directed Noreen's frantic gaze to the bulge at the front of his briefs, pressing her lips to the hardness and the wet patch on the material itself. The gaoler discarded the switch and chose the pony-lash with its short tail of woven snakeskin. Such alarm in Noreen's eyes as she saw over her shoulder what he was preparing to do to her! But his voice was firm and decided. “Bend right over, Noreen! Better than that! I want to see those strong young thighs filled out a little and those strapping young bottom-cheeks stretched hard for discipline! Show us a big-bottomed view, Noreen! Your complete rear view this time!”
She writhed in her straps, protesting and fearful in her anticipation. Fortunately the gaoler could enforce obedience by lowering the front hurdle-bar further. This made Noreen bend over until the level fringe of her dark hair almost brushed her knees. To ease the strain on her rear thigh-muscles, she was also obliged to stand astride a little. What a sight she offered! Noreen was looking back at an upside-down view of the vault behind her through the narrow arch of her own bare thighs! The justices and their ladies had an excellent view between her legs. Noreen also displayed that lewd little flag of paper which peeped from her bum in such a provocative manner. The gaoler smiled at this and murmured a command which made Noreen gasp with shock. He smiled again. “Very well, Noreen. Then the lash must pluck it out.” Noreen's sturdy buttocks tightened with instinctive terror at this. For the moment, her insolence and contempt towards him faltered. What followed was certainly not a ladylike display. Yet such things are permitted when dealing with a girl like Noreen in the complete privacy of reformatory discipline.
The gaoler laid his hand on the bare pallor of her hip-flank and made Noreen turn her broadened young backside more fully towards the onlookers. He pressed a rim of china high against the rear of her thighs. The stable lads' fists went like pistons and the magistrates were visibly excited at the lengths to which the gaoler would go with Noreen. The young ladies of fashion watched with exceptional eagerness, eyes sparkling in gleeful expectation. The gaoler stroked Noreen through the rear of her legs. He reminded her to show her insolent young face to the magistrates while she obeyed. There was indignation in the slant of her brown eyes but even this young strumpet almost blushed at what she was obliged to do. We watched her bare bottom intently as Noreen bent over tightly before us. She let out a long breath and her young belly tensed with effort. It seemed that Noreen swelled her bum-cheeks out more fully. The saucy little tail of paper moved. The tight tear dimple expanded, the little wad appeared. Noreen expelled it with great caution so that it emerged slowly and at last fell upon the porcelain. The gaoler placed it on the table, next to Noreen's knickers. I could scarcely believe that this trophy was also destined for the collection of senile old Justice Snook who treasures such mementoes of young women under discipline.
The usual rubber wedge between her teeth protected them in the frenzy of the final tanning. At the first crack of the pony-lash across her nineteen-year-old bottom the very stones of the vault sang.
The second stroke was aimed short so that the tip of the lash tickled her between her rear cheeks. How Noreen shrilled at the searing kiss of skinning leather between her sturdy young bottom-cheeks! The gaoler's eyes shone with anticipation and he caught her between them again with his next stroke. Then he aimed across the cheeks but the smart of the snakeskin was so atrocious that Noreen's bum retorted most rudely before she could contain herself. Mr. Snook smiled and caught the gaze of her wild eyes. That was deliberately done to halt the tanning, Mr. Turnkey! Teach the fat-bottomed trollop a lesson in manners, if you please!' The front of the gaoler's breeches bulged as if they had suddenly become too small for him. Noreen yelled a frantic protest as he let her feel the cool leather dangling between her rear globes while he took his aim. Six times the pony-lash kissed Noreen agonisingly between her bottom-cheeks, skinning her finely.
How wise are the new laws which confine the tanning of such girls to private reformatories. Noreen was punished in ways best not displayed to untutored eyes. The intensity of her screams thrilled the justices with strange exhilaration. In her frenzy Noreen tried to trap the streaking lash by clenching her rear cheeks upon it to detain it!
She released it at once with wild soprano shrillness. By clenching her bottom-cheeks on the speeding leather, Noreen skinned her arse-crack even more closely than the gaoler would have dared to do deliberately!
The snaking lash smacked across Noreen's bottom again… and again… two more wine-red droplets running down her rear cheeks… an ear-stunning impact of the pony-whip across the lower fatness of Noreen's bottom- cheeks… Noreen gulping and writhing over the hurdle-bar… perfectly positioned for more whip… the lash aimed between her rear cheeks again… across the cheeks… between the cheeks… between the cheeks across the cheeks… the vault ringing with Noreen's frenzy a moment's pause… “Get your bottom right over the bar, Noreen!” the gaoler said quietly. “I'm not nearly satisfied with the state of your backside yet.” He changed the pony-lash for the slim tapering switch of polished leather. Even during the pause Noreen could not control her writhing. Her strapping young bottom smarted too keenly and the panic was swelling in her belly. The gaoler eagerly watched the seductive rounding of her thrashed backside. A sadistic whip-stroke across the lower fatness of Noreen's bare buttocks ended the pause… another lashed the same soft undercurve… Noreen kicked and shrieked… the whip aslant her arse to tame her… another slanting cut… the whip across the rear of her thighs… a sizzling smack across the fullest curve of Noreen's bum-cheeks… two cuts high up across the rear of her thighs… ruby beads running down to the backs of her knees… the whip low across Noreen's bottom… again… red-petalled droplets on the flagstones… the state of Noreen's bottom stiffening every magistrate… the whip across her thighs… across her bum-cheeks… her backside again… across her thighs… her bottom… her thighs… an ear splitting whip-smack across Noreen's bottom… thighs… Noreen's bottom…
Noreen's bottom… Noreen's bottom… Even the eyes of the watching ladies sparkled with excitement when they saw that during the torment of the final thrashing Noreen's strong young teeth had bitten right through the thick rubber bit in her mouth! When it was over, the strapping young mounds of her bare backside were the colour of red fire. The two stable-boys had the enjoyable task of smearing the cheeks of Noreen's arse with heavily salted kitchen fat to prolong the scorching smart. Her nineteen-year-old buttocks blazed raw and sleek with grease and-it
