Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2022 12:08:14 -0600
From: Brian Sumner <bdsumner007@gmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian action story by Brianna-Leah

A Short Story By Brianna-Leah

A Harlot in Gaol

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run,
(apologies to Canadian singer Gordon Lightfoot) people were made to pay for
their mistakes, transgressions, stupidity and carelessness. Brianna-Leah
was not stupid and she was not reckless but she could be a little careless
at times. Her actions sometimes got her into scrapes she would rather not
be in. Scrapes with the law such as it was in the 1750s. The Constabulary
and the Courts and male society generally took a dim view of women in 18th
century Britain and even the North American colonies.

Women prostitutes were greatly desired and used by men (Oh, were they ever
used) but they had no standing in proper society. In fact, respectable
women had little standing back then. They could be (and frequently were)
stripped nude and publicly whipped or paddled across their buttocks by
court order while tied to a whipping post. And in front of a crowd of
townspeople. How unfortunate! How humiliating is that? The public spectacle
of a nude 28 year old maid being whipped across her womanly bottom with a
Cat O'Nine Tails was always very well attended by matrons, men and their
wives and sometimes even children. In fact, cheers and merriment were the
order of the day. The victims screams of anguish were met by great
"Hurrahs" by the crowd.

Brianna-Leah was a serving wench in a popular London Pub called "Sheep
Dip". Brianna-Leah, as did all women, liked to look good for the opposite
sex and her own sex too. She could be very striking with her flashing raven
black hair, her big fullsome bosom, her shapely hips and her statuesque 5ft
10in height. Plus she was fond of showing off her figure, especially her
bottom although there were limited opportunities for this. She was good at
her job and earned the admiration of the clientele which was mostly men but
the enmity of the other girls. She was 28 years old and was even able to
read and write a few words.

Women, of course, can be very catty towards other women. The other girls
were jealous of her earning power, not only in tips but her prowess in
attracting male clients for herself. Brianna-Leah was always being fondled
by men. Her bottom was pinched, her breasts were often grabbed and in more
darkened areas of the Pub some men even reached under her dress sometimes
being rewarded with wet and fragrant fingers (and a warm memory). When this
happened she did not scream or cry or faint. She merely said to the
gentleman, "Sir, there is a time and a place for everything – if you are
interested in that".

She did enjoy the attention and rarely complained to Frenchie the
owner. She did entertain men in her room upstairs and not just to learn to
read and write. She knew the customers and how to get them drunk just
enough so that they could perform and pay for her services. Brianna-Leah
was good in bed. And she always needed a man. Even during her time of the
month she would apply her finer skills to give the customer a satisfying
experience.

She wore a typical sack or dress low cut to show off her breasts and tight
at the waist. She wore her hair to her shoulders as she knew men liked
that. In an era where it was sometimes difficult to do she tried to keep
herself clean and sometimes wore perfume. As they lived in a port city
there were often "Jack Tars" in the pub. She always gave them special
service and they often left a good bit of their wages with her.

One afternoon a handsome Jack Tar was in the Sheep Dip and Brianna-Leah
served him grog. He was polite and friendly and struck up a conversation
with Brianna's fellow serving wench Eliza. Eliza was known to take
gentlemen to her own boudoir. The sailor was soon enthralled with Eliza and
later in the evening Eliza took him upstairs to her room. Within seconds he
swooped her up and laid her on her bed. Her bodice was quickly stripped off
then off came her dress and she was nude with her legs open. She lay on her
side and the sailor entered her. It was over in a few minutes and he paid
her 6 pence the going rate. Somewhere along the line the sailor took his
eye off his pocketbook and Eliza fleeced him of his earnings. Standard
operating procedure for 1750s prostitutes. But he was too drunk to notice
until the next morning.

The next morning the sailor was back but with the Constabulary. He swore
that Brianna-Leah had fleeced him. She countered she had only served him
grog but as she was well known to take gentlemen to her room the Constable
seized and arrested her. Eliza looked the other way then made herself
scarce. It was a Jack Tar against a mere serving wench. Women were second
class citizens in 1750s England. Serving wenches were there to be used and
abused.

Brianna-Leah knew she was in trouble. Off to gaol and then to court the
next day. The judge looked her up and down and even recognized her. Well,
why not, he had been a client of hers fairly regularly. He was not happy to
see her in court. The charges were read and guilt was pronounced. Then came
the sentence. Brianna-Leah would spend 2 months in the womens' gaol and
receive the customary whipping to which she gasped loudly. She protested
loudly too but to no avail. The judge was a stern man. It was only his
fondness for her as a wench that he let her off with only 2 months
incarceration. But he could do nothing about the corporal punishment. That
was Parliament's doing.

She was terrified of the sentence and implored the judge to reconsider his
verdict. He refused and directed that she be whipped in the nude and across
her shapely bottom. And publicly. The spectators in the court roared their
approval and she was led away to the cells. She would immediately be taken
to gaol and receive her punishment the following day. She was incarcerated
with several other women who had been convicted by the court. Some were
very rough and aggressive and she tried to avoid them. Mind you she had her
moments herself. Others were just poor and in bad circumstances.

Morning came and Brianna-Leah was hauled out of the cell with four other
women. They were carted to the public square to receive their corporal
punishment and were securely tied into the wagon. One at a time they were
untied and hauled by two strong gaolers to the public whipping
post. Brianna-Leah did not go first or second or third or fourth. She was
the last, the fifth to be whipped. She was made to listen while averting
her gaze from the scene. She heard the crowd cheering as the unfortunate
victim was stripped of her clothes and tied to the post at her wrists high
above her head. Then she heard the loud whistling of the Cat O'Nine Tails
as the nine lashes tore through the air and flayed the woman's back and
buttocks.

Before each whipping began the crime and the sentence was read out. The
first woman's sentence was 30 lashes for stealing. That woman did not
stoically bear her burden. She screamed at the first one and every one that
followed. She sobbed loudly between the strokes. The crowd assembled around
the site, however, roared its approval, clapping, whistling, singing,
jeering, swearing. Oh The Humanity. After thirty strokes the first woman
could barely stand. Her womanly bottom, which before was shapely and
lovely, was now bloodied with red welts, black bruises and stripes. This
was her welcoming whipping. Welcome to gaol, Lassie.

Brianna-Leah heard it all. She tried to close out the sound but could
not. She heard the lashes as they tore through the air and connected with
the woman's skin then the scream that immediately followed. And the
sobs. And with each woman dealt with they got closer and closer to her. The
third woman had received her lashes and the fourth was now tied and
awaiting the strokes. Brianna-Leah watched this time. The gaoler was a
strong man and very good at his job. He wound up and brought the 3 foot
lashes down hard on the skin of her bottom. Another scream and another as
the woman struggled to free herself. She tried to move her hips off to the
side to avoid the lashes but the gaoler was familiar with that trick. He
did not miss his mark. Then eventually it was over.

Now Brianna felt a strong arm around her as her rope was untied. She was
pulled off the wagon and hauled to the post. She felt her knees go weak and
the gaolers virtually carried her to the post. Her dress, etc. was quickly
pulled off and she was tied to the post. Now she felt her nakedness and the
keenly prying eyes of the townspeople staring at her full breasts, her
lovely, shapely hips and bottom and legs and her womanhood with its
triangle of black pubic hair. She couldn't believe she was here in this
situation.

She had been framed maliciously but nevertheless she heard her crime and
sentence read out. Eighty strokes of the whip! "Oh My God" she
screamed. Then time seemed to stand still as the lash tore into her naked
buttocks. She screamed and the tears came quickly. Her pain was
terrible. The sting was so bad she couldn't help her anguished
screaming. And then another. The sting was unbearable. She tried to move to
avoid the strokes but the gaoler was very good at his job. He did not miss
once.

The girl screamed with each stroke of the whip and sobbed between them as
had the others. Only she was to get more strokes than they had. Her hips
were thrust to one side then the other. At fifty she was still screaming
and squirming trying to avoid the lash. As she did so her full breasts
swayed, bounced and jiggled against the whipping post providing great
entertainment to the assembled crowd including the pubescent young boys in
attendance who keenly watched her writhing at the strokes. They could not
believe their good luck at witnessing this spectacle. The matrons cheered
and yelled, "Serves you right, you strumpet".

Brianna-Leah could hear nothing of their cries and taunts. They said, "How
do you like it now Brianna? Will you steal a man's purse again? How dare
you, how dare you" Greta in the front row kept repeating.

Each stroke of the whip was terribly painful for her. Brianna was utterly
humiliated in front of the assembled crowd, which, of course, was part of
the punishment. She knew they were all trying to catch a glimpse of her
lovely womanhood. Her downy triangle of light black pubic hair did not
conceal her slit from the view of the crowd especially as she struggled and
squirmed from side to side. The stress of her situation had caused her
monthly time to begin and menstrual blood trickled down the inside of her
thighs. And each stroke hurt terribly. The sting was unbearable but she had
to bear it! Between screams she shrieked "Please stop, Sir. Please stop. I
beg you, Sir, please stop. Please have mercy on me." The gaoler was
unmoved. He grinned widely as he brought the Cat back behind him to wind up
for another harsh stroke. He was a 'Company man" and was intent on doing
his job properly to the delight of the crowd and the City fathers.

The gaoler never stopped until the full sentence was carried out. Sometimes
they reduced the strength of the strokes to spare the victim but not
often. He didn't in Brianna's case. And her womanly bottom told the
tale. Heavy purple, red and black stripes criss-crossed her naked buttocks
from her lower back to her thighs. She would carry the scars for the rest
of her life. She was sweating profusely and at 75 strokes she was just
hanging from the ropes around her wrists high above her head. She was
stretched out so all could see her naked body and the whipping.

The final five strokes were given and her full bottom shuddered violently
as each tail of the Cat striped her. Then it was over. Brianna sobbed
quietly and the gaoler untied her and they helped her dress, such as they
could. One of them wiped the inside of her thighs with a rag. The crowd was
quieter now, the spectacle of five youngish women being stripped and
whipped across the naked buttocks satiating them. At least for now.

The women were all tied into the cart and off it went to the town gaol
where they were documented as having received their welcoming whipping and
were each given a cell. They were given some food and drink all the while
the gaolers were eyeing the most attractive one, Brianna-Leah. She was
still striking with her lovely long black hair, 5 foot 10 height and full
bosom and womanly hips. She did not notice that the highest ranking matron
at the women's gaol was indeed a woman. Matron Copps.

In the cells the Matron applied a salve to the women's bottoms to help them
heal which would take some time. The Matron seemed to enjoy applying the
salve and took pains to rub it in thoroughly even between the legs of the
women. She even rubbed it into their womanhood. Especially in
Brianna-Leah's case. Brianna enjoyed feeling the salve massaged into
her. She moaned softly as Copps fingers penetrated her but she yelped as
those fingers massaged it into the welts crisscrossing her bottom. Copps
smiled to herself as the girl yelped. In truth the skin on her bottom was a
mess, a welter of stripes, cuts and black bruises. After all she had taken
80 strokes without fainting or worse. Brianna-Leah was a trooper.

Life in an English women's prison was not easy and it could be fraught with
danger. Corporal punishment was a mainstay used to keep the women in line
and it was often used every day. Some of the clientele were very rough. At
least Brianna-Leah had some manners. She lay face down on her boards that
passed for a bed and winced as her clothes slid over her welted bottom. She
tried to rest and was soon fast asleep. She dreamt of butterflies and
soaring birds and a handsome knight returning from war safe and sound to
her, Brianna-Leah. The only knight to have swept her off her feet and was
to take her as his bride. Oh yes........

The very next day Matron Copps came to her cell and took her out to the
main work area and explained the work she was going to be required to
do. They were mundane tasks they all had to do. Copps seemed almost kindly
as she gave instructions to Brianna-Leah. She stood just off to the side of
the girl and while talking ran her hands up and down the girls hips and on
to her bottom so she could feel the outline of her womanly shape. The girl
was very shapely. A thin waist was accentuated by flairing baby making hips
that were not too wide but just wide enough to make her "perfect" in the
eyes of most men. Her full bosom just made things that much better. And she
was very pretty.

Matron Copps was employed by the town to operate the womens' prison
efficiently and at low cost. The women had to work to keep the costs down
and keep themselves fed properly. If they did not, well, Copps knew how to
deal with them. All of the women received their welcoming whipping and they
did not want any other corporal punishment on top of that. But it always
happened that somebody crossed the line. Who determined "The Line"? Matron
Copps, of course. She could be so nice and then again she could be a
sadistic overseer. Sadistic.

Rumours persisted among the inmates about Copps. Some of the women said
they had had "interesting" experiences with her. Copps was a stern looking
woman, about 40 years old and was certainly not delicate. In fact she was
tall herself and quite strong. She did not suffer any fools or tolerate any
dissension in the ranks. Some women did find out just how far they could
push Copps. And they deeply regretted it afterwards. Copps used the wooden
paddle. The blade was 8 inches wide and 18 inches long. The handle was
another 12 inches long. For a woman who still had welts from her gaol
welcome a paddling with it of 25 strokes across her bared bottom was
unbearable. It produced a loud smack followed by a blood curdling
scream. Copps liked that. Her name was Matron Copps but they all called her
Crapps.

A few days went by and the women settled into a routine. Washing had to be
done. The agricultural produce had to be processed and they tried to stay
alive. Most tried to keep themselves clean also. It was a difficult
life. The women were exhausted but they did have Sunday's off and were
expected to attend services. Brianna-Leah had caught the eye of several of
the women. She was a good worker but also still head turningly
lovely. Matron Copps seemed to favour her.

Copps had a special secluded room where she sometimes took more attractive
women inmates. It was rumoured what went on in there. Brianna-Leah had yet
to be taken to that room. Until one day. She was taken from her work and
taken to the washing facilities. Matron told her to strip herself and wash
all over. She did this and while washing herself the Matron closely watched
her. When she was done she was told not to dress but just put a towel over
her and she was led to the special room where she was alone with Copps. Now
Brianna really wondered what was going to happen.

Matron pulled the towel from Brianna and gazed approvingly at the girl's
body. Then she began to remove her own uniform. Brianna averted her gaze
but Matron told her to watch as she took off her own clothes. She was
heavily breasted with large areolas and had nice shapely hips herself. She
had a bushy triangle of coarse black pubic hair and her slit was visible
from the front. Matron pulled Brianna close to her and hugged her tightly
then kissed her mouth. Brianna was shocked. She couldn't believe it.

 The Matron said "Brianna, I want to be nice to you and I want you to be
nice to me in return". The girl didn't know what to do or what to
say. Matron kissed her again with a passionate kiss then reached her hand
down between the girl's thighs and stroked her womanhood inserting her
index finger deep into Brianna-Leah's vagina. Brianna pushed her away and
slapped Copps hard across the face with her open hand. The Matron recoiled
herself and put her hand to her reddening cheek.

Such a turn of events. Brianna was surprised at what she had done. And so
was the Matron. Then Copps said in a low but fierce voice, "Oh Brianna-Leah
you will pay for that. You will pay dearly". With that she quickly put her
uniform back on and stormed out. Next 2 other gaolers came in and roughly
grabbed the girl and her clothes and roughly hauled her back to her
cell. And that was it for that day. The girl was left to ponder what her
next adventure would be in this womens' gaol. She wouldn't have very long
to wait.

The next morning two gaolers took the girl to the notorious gaol punishment
room. When a woman was taken there loud screams and much sobbing was the
usual result. Soon she was stripped nude and tied at the wrists to another
tall whipping post. In came the Matron who told the gaolers to pull the
girl's legs apart which they did. Matron had in her hand a steel hook
shaped like a meat hook used in abattoirs but it differed in that where the
sharp point would be two perfectly round balls two inches in diameter were
afixed one on top of the other.

Without a word and while the gaolers held the girl's legs wide open Matron
ran the steel ball end along Brianna's slit making it wet. Then it found
her vagina and Matron slowly pulled up on it so that the first ball began
to penetrate her. She winced in pain as it tightly slid into her
womanhood. She let out a loud moan as the second ball began to enter
her. Now she was moaning loudly as the apparatus was moving towards her
cervix stretching her open forcefully. Then it was fully penetrated and
Brianna could scarcely think of anything else except that sensation. The
other end had a rope afixed which the gaolers (having released her legs)
now pulled on so that the hook completely penetrated her and tightly fit
into her womanhood. They kept pulling lifting her feet off the floor. They
then made the wrist rope taut so she was held tightly to the post, her
breasts straddling it. The poor girl. A rope went around her waist holding
her tight to the whipping post. She was quite a sight.

The gaolers left the room and only Matron Copps remained. She said. "I
wanted to be nice to you Brianna but you were not nice to me. So now you
must pay". It was scarcely a week since the girl had been whipped hard in
public. She still had welts and black and blue bruises across her shapely
bottom. Now it seemed she was again tied to a whipping post. And about to
get it again, poor girl.

Copps approached her from behind. She fondled the girls hips and her bottom
while kissing her back. Her hands moved to her breasts and Copps cupped
each of them and squeezed them hard. The girl started to plead with
Matron. She said, "Please Ma'am, please don't abuse me
again. Please". Matron said, "One thing I won't tolerate is
disobedience. It has no place in this gaol. Every woman who is disobedient
will find herself where you are now. You slapped me in my face and you will
pay for that."

With that matron slapped the girl hard across her bottom then picked up the
wooden paddle. It was blood stained from previous use. Brianna felt it
rubbed against her welted bottom. It was cool to the touch. She was about
to plead some more when a horrific pain shot through her buttocks and a
loud "SMACK " echoed through the punishment room. Matron gave the paddle
full force – as hard as she could. Brianna's bottom shuddered with each
stroke. "SMACK". "SMACK" again. This time the girl screamed at the top of
her lungs. The sting was very sharp and unbearable especially over the
welts she carried. Loud sobs came but were cut off by another scream. And
another. And another.

Her bottom was very red and blood appeared in places but Matron kept
on. Each stroke caused a violent shudder in the girl's flesh. It had barely
subsided when another stroke made it shudder again. At twenty Copps said
"Another ten to go Brianna-Leah. Then we'll see if you are suitably
humbled." Another hard stroke and the girl cried out "Stop, stop, STOP. Oh
PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, MADAM" Finally the ten had been given and the girl's
bottom was stinging unbearably. Small trickles of blood showed on the
fullest part of her derriere which had suffered the most damage. But it was
over. Thirty strokes of the paddle. The girl didn't even feel the torture
of the two balls in her vagina and its shaft holding her up off the
floor. All she felt was horrific pain across her buttocks. She vowed to
herself to never do anything to earn another paddling like this one.

Copps said, "I will try being nice to you again girl and if I get the same
result you will be back here for another session with the paddle - only for
more strokes. Then you will not sit down for a month. Do you understand?"
The girl responded through her tears and sobs "Yes Ma'am." Copps undid the
rope to the vaginal hook and slowly pulled it out of the girl. It hurt
coming out. She had been supported basically by her pubic bone. Then she
was lowered to the floor and her wrists untied. It was over.

Brianna-Leah slept soundly that evening. Her rudimentary bed was some
comfort to her. She slept on her side so as not to aggravate the welts on
her derriere.  The next day she awoke and remembered the paddling she
got. Brianna ran her fingers across her derriere and felt the welts still
there and she felt the pain of the bruises covering her bottom. Then she
arose with the others and went to work til mid afternoon in the laundry
when two of the female guards came in and with one on each side of her took
the girl down a long hallway right to the end. They entered a room she had
not been in before. It was quite secluded from the others.

The guards left, closing the heavy door behind them and when she turned
around Matron Copps was standing there with a warm smile on her face. Copps
said "Hello again, Brianna-Leah. I hope you are not in too much pain from
your punishment. Today I want to be nice to you, Brianna." as she walked
over and locked the door. "Very nice indeed".

The Matron came up behind the girl and put her arms around her. Her hands
cupped the girls full breasts and squeezed as many men had done before. The
girl dared not object for she knew the paddle would be pressed into service
once again to caress her terribly sore bottom. Matron held her tight and
lightly sighed, she swept the girl's beautiful, long hair to her left side
and kissed the girl's neck passionately. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" she
whispered. Brianna didn't answer as Matron swung her around and kissed her
lips passionately.

This was all very new and different to Brianna-Leah. She had never known
another woman to be like this. But, of course, more was to come. The Matron
caressed the girl then told her to start taking her clothes off. Brianna
was too terrified to not obey. Her bottom was still stinging. She took
everything off casting it onto a nearby chair. The Matron was not
unattractive and she began to remove her dress herself. She took Brianna's
hand and ran it over her breasts and pulled the girl into her embrace so
their breasts were one on one.

The Matron took the girls hand and put it between her own legs softly
saying, "Be nice to me Brianna and I will be so nice to you". The girl did
as she was told and for the first time in her life ran her fingers into
another woman's vagina feeling it's luscious softness, its wetness, its
warmth. Instinctively she brought her fingers to her mouth and got the
scent and taste of this woman. She liked its muskiness. Matron kissed the
girl's mouth until their tongues met and swirled around each other.

So what was the girl to think? Do as the Matron says? She did and felt the
soft wetness of another woman ready for lovemaking. The Matron said "I want
you to call me Maude when we're alone". The girl couldn't say anything she
just ran her index finger along the woman's increasingly wet slit. Maude
moaned softly. She pushed the girl's hand and fingers deeper into her
vagina. Her moaning got louder. Maude ran her fingers over the girl's
bottom feeling the welts then said "I'm going to make it up to you for what
I did to your bottom". Hmmm, as if anything could compensate for that
horrific experience.

Brianna-Leah was pushed down on the bed and in a second the Matron was on
top of her. She pushed the girl's legs wide open with her own legs. Maude
kissed her and said "Keep your legs open, I'm going to make you feel very
nice". She moved her face down to the girl's breasts and suckled each one
until the nipples were engorged and standing proud then went further down
to the girl's bushy, black patch of pubic hair. Maude tenderly kissed the
girl's thighs working up to her womanhood and said, "You are so lovely,
Brianna-Leah".

Brianna-Leah was so shocked she couldn't do anything. Then she felt Maude's
wet kiss on the lips of her vulva. She had never had a man do this to
her. Usually they just opened her with their fingers and then forced their
manhood inside her, usually hurting her in the process. This was
different. Maude kissed the inside of her creamy soft thighs tenderly once
again. She kissed the thighs from her knees to her vulva. Brianna felt
Maude's warm wet tongue enter her vagina and she let out a deep, passionate
moan.

She didn't understand why this was all happening but she knew she liked
it. Maude moved her mouth to the girl's Devil's Teat (clitoris) as it was
called then and used her tongue to stimulate it. Brianna-Leah gasped and
pleaded for more as Maude raised her head and whispered, "Your scent is so
nice, so musky, so wet", as she parted the girl's vaginal labia. Maude knew
what to do. She ran her tongue down the labia and then back up and into the
vagina. Then to the Devil's Teat again.

Brianna was making quite a bit of noise now and had her hand on the back of
Maude's head forcing her sex into the Matron's mouth. Then she rapidly
climaxed. She shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her. She forgot
all about her aching buttocks and the welts raised over its entire
surface. She forgot about the vaginal hook and wrist ropes that held her
close to the whipping post.  Brianna-Leah had never felt such intense
pleasure. She seemed to be in a different world. And so it was. She had 6
more weeks to serve in Maude's gaol. Would she leave when her sentence was
over????