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by obohobo

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MF NC. Punishment

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Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 4. Millicent

July 15th 2004

Again I woke early and, after a quick trip the loo, started scanning the old book again. I wondered if the peculiar whine of the scanner would disturb Jenny. It sounded loudly in the quietness of my room but when I placed the ring against the wall to listen to her thoughts, she remained asleep and I could not hear anything. Soon I had another eight double page spreads ready to read and type.

Millie

From the beginning the ring proved its worth. Sales of ale at the inn didn't really keep me and much of my income was from the maids I kept to service the sailors and from business deals I did with various stall holders at the market and the captains who brought in goods on the sly. What surprised me was how many people I thought were honest dealers were rogues at heart. Perhaps I was too. Any faults in an item were almost always concealed and never mentioned. Caveat emptor. However by reading their thoughts I could root out the hidden faults and either take a cut in price or refuse to buy. Likewise, if I was selling, I could often tell just how much a man would be prepared to pay whatever his bargaining words said. I guessed that in only a week or two I'd more than paid for the ring.

The ring came in useful when a young girl came and asked for a job at the inn. "Please sit at the table for a short while until I finish what I'm doing," I said and pottered behind the bar all the while listening to her thoughts. She was a runaway from an abusive family although she didn't go into details at that time. However I dragged it out of her when we talked. I tried to do this without asking too many direct questions. People forced to answer me in a way they wouldn't normally expect to answer, albeit they would tell the truth, always seemed a bit suspicious of me afterwards. One of my maids actually thought I did it with my eyes like a mesmerist and I didn't enlighten her or the others she told but ever since when asking a direct question I have looked directly into the person's eyes so many now believe I have that power.

"I'm Joshua," I greeted her and held out my hand.

"Fanny Bishop,"

"So Fanny Bishop, you think you would like to work here."

"Yes, sir. I am sure I can do a good job without too much training in your ways." She sounded quite confident.

"You realise that the work involves more than serving a few drinks and cleaning up."

"Yes sir. I'm experienced with men sir."

"You look very young to be experienced with many men Fanny."

"I'm fifteen sir." I knew that was a lie.

"You don't look it." I decided to risk a direct question. "How old are you really?" I held her eyes with mine. The look came on her face.

"Thirteen and a half sir," she said sheepishly.

"And at that young age, you have experience of men using your body." I tried to make the question sound like a statement.

"Yes sir. My father and four older brothers. They also sold me out to other men and beat me so that's why I left home. Any money I got went straight into father's pocket. I got nothing." I pressed her gently for further details. "It started soon after mother had too much to drink and fell into the river and never got out. That was a couple of years ago sir. I just had to do the cooking and stuff at first and then one night soon after we put ma into the earth, dad came into my small box room and carried me to his bed. When I screamed he hit me. By then all the boys were awake and came out to see what was going on and they watched while dad stripped my nightie off and took me. I cried and kicked but he was a docker and far too strong for me. He had me twice more before he left for work. Next day all my brothers decided they would have me too and so it's been going on like that for two years. Six months ago I was taken to a man who lived above a shop in Market Street and made to serve him. When dad collected me he was paid. When I resisted I was slapped or hit with a belt. Yesterday when I was taken to an ugly old man, while he had his trousers around his ankles, I ran off. Please sir, don't send me away. I know I'm not fourteen yet so am not old enough to really be one of your maids but no one will know."

I thought for a little while and then said, "Fanny, I am not going to run foul of the local sheriff's men by employing you as a maid and you will not be servicing any sailors or men until you are fourteen. That's another five months." I could see that surprised her, as she had not openly mentioned her birthday date. "But I will let you work in the kitchen and do cleaning in the bar and stuff. You won't get paid as much but you will get your food and a place to sleep and you'll learn what goes on from the other maids. I will also wish to sample your charms before letting you service my clients." She seemed pleased enough with this and gave me a kiss and when I took her to my bed she was grateful for my having employed her and was very responsive to my desires. I wish I'd had the ring when I employed Millicent Cavendish but she came to the inn a week or so before Jock gave it to me. Fortunately, and in a great part it was due to my possession of the ring, it worked out well in the end.

Millie was a vivacious, dark haired girl of seventeen. She quickly became very popular with the sailors and I found I could charge a premium for her services. However, several times I had suspicions that she took more than I received payment for. Her thoughts didn't reveal much because her mind was usually on other things. My suspicions were confirmed about two months after she arrived.

Captain Jenkins of the collier 'Nancy' came in while I was at breakfast. The captain, a wiry and rather secretive man, visited the inn regularly when in London, but he hadn't been nigh for several months until the previous evening. Apparently he'd had a contract to take coal to Dover instead of London. Oddly to my mind, Captain Jenkins always seemed to have money to spend and at each visit would take a maid for the whole night. This at a time when colliers didn't make much money so I guessed he had a more lucrative sideline that I didn't know of. However in the inn he spent his money fairly freely.

"Morning Capt'n," I greeted him, "I thought you were sailing on the early morning tide."

"Aye we should have but the bloody old steam tugboat burst a pipe so we couldn't get a tow down river and with the wind like it is, there is no way we could sail out of the dock." I could tell this wasn't the reason for his early morning visit and that he was troubled and wasn't sure how to broach the subject. His thoughts said,<<"How can I tell him that I think that Millie girl is a thief? Especially with his two henchmen over there.">>

"Is there something wrong Capt'n?" I asked a direct question knowing he would have to give me an honest answer.

"Well yes there is Joshua. We've known each other for many years now and the men and me have always had fair dealings with you. I know you do your best to keep your girls under control and ensure they give us good and honest service." He eyed Jack and Tiny sitting and watching us. "Well it's like this. I know I'd had a few last night but I wasn't dead drunk or anything. Hell I even walked the gangplank on to the Nancy without help. As you know I took the new girl Millie and spent most of the night with her but had to leave about midnight so as to be ready for this morning's tide. I got up about four and went to look at my watch and discovered it was missing. You know the gold watch as I showed it to you early in the evening. Well I know I could have lost it on the way to the ship but I doubt it so I suspect that minx Millie may have taken it thinking I would be away by daybreak. To either prove she stole it or not, what I'd like you to do is to check over her stuff before she has time to get it to the market."

"Capt'n I'll do just that and I've a feeling you may be right about that wench. I think she may have done this sort of thing a couple of times but nothing I could lay my finger on especially as the sailors had left and I only had the hearsay remarks of others. We'll sort this out straightaway." I called to Tiny. "Go to Millie's room and bring her here. Just go and grab her out of her bed and carry her down. Don't let her do anything or go anywhere. Understand?"

Tiny, so called because of his huge size, grinned, "I sure do Josh. Just burst in and bring her down even if she ain't got clothes on." I nodded.

A few moments later there was a commotion on the stairs and Millie was brought into the bar room, kicking, screaming and swearing but it stopped and she turned pale when she saw Captain Jenkins. <<"He should have gone! I bet he's complained to Joshua about the fuckin' watch. Still they may not find it under the bottom drawer. I'll tell them he must have lost it.">> However for all her thoughts the look on her face was one of guilt and even the captain could see that.

"Millicent Cavendish," I started formally, "From the look on your face I can tell you know why you've been brought here." The girl struggled and broke free for a few moments but Jack stopped her before she had gone a couple of paces. "Sit her in a chair and hold her there," I ordered my two men. They did so and I could tell they were enjoying the sight of Millie's breasts and they heaved inside her short night-shirt.

When she was settled but still looking a little defiant I decided to try direct questions. "Millicent, I believe you stole the captain's gold watch last night." She turned her head. <<"I mustn't look into his eyes or he will make me answer truthfully,">> her thoughts told me. "Look at me Millie. Tiny hold her head so that she does." I ordered and stared direct at her. She squirmed in the chair but couldn't avoid looking at me. "Did you steal Captain Jenkins' watch?"

"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir I know I should've done it. It was bright and shiny and I was tempted."

"And where is it now Millie?"

"Under the bottom drawer of my tallboy sir. What are you going to do about it sir? You going to turn me over to the polies?"

"I will discus what is to be done with you with Capt'n Jenkins. It was his watch that you stole." Turning to Fanny who was behind the bar pouring a tankard for a sailor from the Nancy, I instructed her to look for the watch and then asked my two men to take Millie to the far corner and hold her there. She started protesting again when Tiny just picked her up with one hand under her crotch and carried her out of our way. By now the commotion had roused the other maids and they came into the bar in various stages of undress to see what was going on. Shortly Fanny brought the watch to us. "Thank you Fanny, give it to the captain." He checked it and it was still working.

"I'm reluctant to send for the police Capt'n because I don't want them nosing around here and it may be inconvenient for you if they want you to accuse her and to take your evidence. That could take all day and you'll miss the next tide or two at least," I pointed out.

"She's got to be punished Joshua otherwise she'll do it again and again and others might not be so lucky. What do you suggest? It seems you have something in mind." I whispered my suggestion to him and he agreed with a grin.

I've never thought of myself as a particularly cruel man, not like some of the brothel keepers I knew, but I did have a penchant for seeing young ladies having their bottoms chastised. This was especially true if I knew I would be able to get my prick into their cunnies while their bums were still hot. At one time or another I had chastised all my maids. Usually no more than a hand smacking, but I have used the strap and cane although that was reserved for most serious offences. Only once did I birch a girl and then only because three customers in a row complained of her poor attitude to them when they'd bought her services. Normally I gave all the punishments in the back room with only a few onlookers; those that were involved in the offence or as an example to other maids who might be tempted to do the same. The theft of the valuable gold watch and the blackening of my reputation were much more serious. I signalled to my men to bring Millie to us. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. <<"What are they going to do to me? I don't think they will send for the polies or they would have done that by now so they'll probably give me a good hiding. With what? The cane? The birch? I'm sure they've something schemed up by the way they were huddled together.">> Thus were the musings in her mind as the men brought her over. She was very afraid we were going to seriously hurt her and she wasn't wrong but I didn't intend to mar you body for future customers.

"Lock the doors and shutter the windows," I ordered those who were already in the room. Many of them were sailors off the Nancy who had come along to see their captain got a fair hearing. Millie's wailing got louder. She understood that whatever punishment she would get would be done in front of everyone and she rightly guessed it would be done with some severity. She started to plead with us but we ignored her.

"Millicent Cavendish you stole a very valuable gold watch from my good friend the Captain of the Nancy. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour from any of my servants. Not only is stealing a crime in itself but it is also very bad for my business. Sailors come here because they expect to have a little fun, fun for which they have paid, and they do not expect to be robbed while they are having it by some conniving young whore."

"I won't do it again sir, not ever," Millie interrupted.

"No you won't Millie, not when you remember the punishment you are to receive," I went on. "Capt'n Jenkins and I have agreed on two choices you can take. There were three but we agreed not to involve the police, the polies as you call them. You would be sure to be convicted, birched and sent to prison for a long while or shipped off to the prison colony in Australia. You've probably heard from the sailors who do that trip what it is like for the women on board those ships. We decided against that mainly because of the inconvenience to the captain and to my business." <<Get on with it you pompous prick. Tell me the worst. Stop dragging it out.">> Actually I was enjoying doing just that and I had the attention of the customers and the maids I employed. It would be a good lesson for them too.

"As I said there are two choices and you can take either one. The first is that I hand you over to Capt'n Jenkins and you will sail with him until such time the Nancy berths in London again. He will punish you severely once the ship is under way and out of sight of others and where only the sea birds will hear your screams. Afterwards you will have to service him and the crew for the duration of your time on board. I'll let the captain tell you of the sort of punishment you can expect."

"Stealing between crew members is always considered a dastardly crime and is always punished by a flogging. We would treat you in a similar fashion. You would be strung up naked and flogged front and back with the rope's end till you were well striped from neck to knees. Back, arse, tits, belly and cunt. Afterwards you would be bound over the hatch and anyone who wanted would fuck you in any of your holes. I know that may seem cruel but had it not been for the steam tug not working I would have lost a watch that I cherished dearly and not just for its value."

I knew the captain really didn't want the woman on his ship. She could cause a lot of friction and anger amongst the crew so he deliberately painted the bleakest picture of what he would do to her. <<"Oh my God, I would never survive that and I hate the sea. I'd be seasick and still be fucked by twenty or so sailors. He can't mean that to be a real choice.">> "The other option is for you to be punished here. You will be whipped like the sailors would and then the captain will have you and I will afterwards. It will be done in this room with those who are here now watching. Afterwards you may continue to live and work here provided there is not a repetition of any stealing from clients. No stealing at all, not even a copper coin. One other thing, whenever Capt'n Jenkins is in port you will service him for the whole night not only without charge but you will pay me the fee I would normally get from him.

For a few moments I thought Millie was going to faint. Her thoughts, which had been in a whirlwind of turmoil, suddenly went blank. My two men held her until she recovered. "Make your choice now Millie."

"I can't. Both are too horrible. I would never survive," she wailed.

"Then we will make it for you. The theft took place in this establishment so the punishment will be done here. Remove her night-dress Tiny." Jack held her while Tiny took off the garment. She struggled a bit and tried to hide her breasts but the men quickly forced her arms behind her back. I bade one of the sailors remove the big oil lamp from the hook in the ceiling beam and another deftly tied a rope around her wrists and drew them up to the hook. The ceilings in the old inn weren't very high so Millie's hands almost touched the hook. She started screaming again and I was forced to gag her so as not to attract outside attention but her struggles had more or less ceased. In the flickering light of the lamps we'd had to light after closing the shutters, her body looked very pale but it wouldn't be that way for long.

"Gentlemen," I did a slight bow to the sailors who were watching. I think they all had erections and one or two had them exposed and were rubbing them. "On board his ship, your captain proposed to use a rope's end to flay this wicked wench. From what I understand of it, the strands at the end of the rope are unwound for a couple of feet to give three tails to the rope. Some ships have nicely knotted and decorated ones. I don't have one here but I do have a martinet, or at least that is what the Frenchman who made it said it was called when he gave it to me. Fanny, would you pass the whip to me, it's hanging by the door post at the back of the bar."

I showed everyone, including Millie, the fine black leather, six-tailed whip. Each of the eighteen-inch tails was delicately braided and the handle was finely worked with sennet and other knotting. It was a lovely piece of craftsmanship, which I'd kept on display for six months without ever having used it for its intended purposes. Now seemed a fitting time to try it out. "Rickard, the Frenchman, told me it will hurt and mark the flesh but unless used with ferocity, should not break the skin," I informed those present.

"The rope's end is for men," the captain remarked, "This will do fine for the young thief."

In our earlier discussion I had agreed he could whip her front and I would do the back. I passed him the martinet and he gave it a few trial swings. Millie's thoughts indicated her terror and I believed she might pass out on us again but in fact, although she wanted to, she remained awake for the whole of her punishment. Capt'n Jenkins started on the front of her thighs and raised some nasty looking red lines. Had she not been gagged I have no doubt there would have been a fearful noise. The martinet fell a little higher with each stroke and the captain worked quickly and steadily to cover the whole of her front. Millie moved around as much as she was able but being tied to the hook she couldn't get away from the lash. Capt'n Jenkins was grinning and muttering, "You won't steal from me again you little hussy." I looked around and saw most of the men now had their pricks in their hands. One of the maids was helping a sailor but otherwise they looked at Millie with some sympathy, probably knowing that they could feel the kiss of the martinet at some time in the future if they misbehaved.

When he reached poor Millie's tits, the captain delighted in making them move around as he lashed them from the underneath, the top and fully across the nipples. I could tell Millie was nearly ready to fall asleep on us so I bade him desist after about a dozen strokes to them and we left her for a few moments before I took up the martinet. I decided to start at the shoulders and work down. I didn't try to hit overly hard but all the same the fiery red stripes appeared on what was white flesh. I put more power into the strokes when I reached her arse because there was plenty of flesh there to take the punishment. Finally, after I had striped the back of her thighs I asked my two men to pull her legs apart and swished four good upward strokes right on her cunt.

Some of the sailors cheered and I noticed many of their pricks were now soft so I guessed there would be some mess on the floor to clean up. We untied Millie from the hook and laid her face down over the end of a table. The poor girl writhed and struggled but Jack and Tiny held her while the captain rammed his prick up her hole. His arousal must have been great because in no time he spent within her and it was my turn. I tried to control myself a little more but the earlier sights and the feel of her red-hot bum against my loins soon had me spitting my load. I knew the girl couldn't take much more abuse at this time so I told Tiny to carry her to her room and for two of the maids to attend to her. There were loud wails as the gag was removed but soon they quietened to wretched sobs. A couple of hours later the captain asked if he could have her one last time before he boarded his ship. I agreed and the noise started again. This time he took longer but he seemed satisfied and thanked me for the trouble I had taken to get his watch returned and to punish the culprit.

Millie wasn't able to work for several days and the welts took a long while to disappear but afterwards I had no further trouble with her.'

That passage from the book shocked and horrified me but it at the same time it aroused me. Unlike the fictional stories I accessed on the Internet, this one was true. It really happened. In some ways I was disgusted with myself for having a rigid hard-on from reading of the poor girl's suffering and defilement. I wondered what I would be like if I had mastery over a woman like that. Would I be as cruel? I didn't think so and yet I found the thought of spanking a naked girl and having sex with her afterwards, very erotic. Probably because whipping was a common enough punishment in those times, it wasn't considered particularly unusual or wrong. As each page came up on the screen I felt the need to rub my erection and before I'd finished reading the passage, I needed a tissue to capture my emission. By then it was time to dress and get some breakfast.