Chapter 5: Claire Gets Punished on the Pillory

The next morning all of Paris knew the great news: Claire Beauchamp, the charming wife of a Scottish noble, one of the most beautiful lady and in sight of the court, would pay dearly for her attempt to attempt to take the king’s life. The sovereign had been lenient and had not condemned her to quartering but, to the delight of all the citizens, the beautiful woman condemned would have marched naked through the streets of the capital and arrived in Place Louis XV, would have been exposed naked to the pillory, whipped on the buttocks naked fifty times and finally abandoned to the curiosity, outrage and desires of the people.

When the gate of the Bastille opened and the condemned woman came out escorted by a platoon of guards, naked as a worm, having no way of covering her shame, an ovation of insults and laughter and fart filled the streets.

“Whore! Filthy English spy!”

“Slut!”

“How much did King George pay you to come and prostitute you with us, damn bitch?”

“Today we will show you how France knows how to fuck England!...”

“What beautiful dresses, Madame!...”

“Look, look how those two beautiful tits dance with every step! You feel like tasting them!”

“I’ll give you something to taste, as soon as your ass is burnt to a crisp!”

“I told you, my husband, it’s not true that all noble women shave down there, do you see?”

“Yes, I knew that the black forest was in Württemberg not in Scotland! ... Ah! Ah! Ah!”

With her eyes downcast, without even having the opportunity to cover her face because of her tied hands, poor Claire walked barefoot and bare in the cool Parisian morning, her eyes swollen with all the tears she had shed that night. De Launay had left her alone but not the soldiers on guard who came to annoy her at every change, to admire her naked body, which for further contempt had been chained with legs and arms wide open, so that from the peephole nothing of her body was removed from the sight and comments of its guardians. At every hour there had been insults and promises of what that soldiers would do to that beautiful noble cunt, that courtesan’s ass, that impertinent mouth of her...

Now, if she alone she slowed her pace because exhausted and distraught, a lash caressed her ass and a yank on her rope made her advance amid the laughter of the people.

“Move your buttocks, you ugly English sow! I really want to cook you to perfection on this spit! - shouted a big tavern cook, lowering his pants in front of everyone and grabbing a powerful cock of impressive dimensions in his hand.

“Let’s give this Madame the beauty cream that fits her sow body!” screamed a toothless old hag, grabbing a large handful of horse dung from the ground and hitting the bare breasts of the condemned woman, who wept in despair.

“You are no longer elegant and haughty now, Your grace!” a maid yelled at her, giving her a loud spanking on her white buttocks, on which remained the red mark of her five fingers and all her palm.

Insults, jeers, obscene proposals followed one another without interruption. The beautiful Englishwoman had in her heart the terror and the shame that Jamie might see her in those conditions, but she trembled even more at the thought that her exposure to the mockery of the crowd was nothing more than the pretext to set the trap on her husband, if only he had somehow tried to save her. The sad pilgrimage of the naked lady to Place Louis XV continued amidst laughter, insults and shouts like that of a ship in the midst of a storm. And the shameful landing was now just a few steps away. The beautiful Claire’s heart sank when, entering the square, she saw in the very center the pillory waiting for her on a high platform, from where she would be exposed bent at ninety degrees and with her thighs wide open, so that she could hide nothing of the graces that nature had given her.

The shameful procession arrived in the square full of people and Claire with thrusts and slaps was forced to climb the ladder that led to the platform, where the sad instrument of her public shame had been placed.

As her wrists were untied cackles subsided until it was almost completely quiet.

Claire’s wrists were grabbed by the guards and held in the two holes of the solid oak device, then the convict was forced against her to bend her back until her neck was stuck in the central hole. The executioner’s assistant closed the top of the yoke over her neck with a thunderous blow and the wrists of the condemned woman who jumped in fear. Her full breasts swayed, arousing comments and laughter from the crowd. Claire began to shake like a leaf when, now immobilized, she saw the executioner and his assistant move behind her, firmly grasping her legs at the height of the thighs and knees and spread them wide to offer the crowd the unveiled view of her parts. It was the long-awaited moment for everyone and he was greeted by an ovation of whistles and laughter, while the naked young woman’s cry of shame rose high. The ankles were locked so that nothing of the beautiful English woman’s femininity was hidden from everyone’s view.

A bailiff took the stage and read the sentence.

“The present Claire Beauchamp, French by birth but Scottish by adoption, was found guilty of espionage in the pay of the King of England, of prostitution, for having entered the private rooms of our sovereign with the intent of luring him and then blackmailing him. Her arrest is thanks to our beloved king who, at the risk of his own life, was able to defeat her alone, even escaping the blade of his dagger. The death sentence that this diabolical female deserved was commuted, by the generous grace of our beloved sovereign, with fifty barrel shots to be received in the public square on her bare buttocks. - a shout of exultation rose from the crowd, accompanied by the whining of the woman obscenely stuck in the shackles - Furthermore, the present here Claire Beauchamp is condemned to exposure to the pillory for a day and a night. His Majesty the King allows the valiant citizens after sunset to approach the condemned woman to express the indignation of the whole population of France for the sacrilegious act she attempted against the person of the sovereign, provided that the condemned woman is not mutilated or killed...”

“No fears, old barn owl, we have other plans for those wide open thighs and that mouth!...” shouted a voice from the crowd, immediately followed by laughter and whistles.

“Long live the king! - concluded the bailiff, and then, turning to the executioner and his assistant who had settled on the sides of the pillory with their rods in hand, right in front of the buttocks offered for punishment, he murmured - Execute the sentence!”

The executioner’s mighty arm lifted and the blow vibrated in the air with a sinister whistle. And then he fell on the ass offered to the kiss the barrel, with a loud thud. Claire’s scream tore through the air followed by a long moan and heartbreaking sobs. The executioner’s assistant didn’t give her time to recover before he dropped a new, painful lash to her lower back.

“NOOOOO!!! PITY!!! AHHHHHIIIII!!!

Those closest to the dais enjoyed the sight of her swollen breasts dancing back and forth with each stroke, nipples erect and turgid from the caress of the breeze. Vulgar comments about her intimate parts of her wide open for all to see reached her ears, making her die of shame. What especially worried her was the shame that Jamie could be in the square and could see her in that obscene pose and the fear that such curiosity would make him fall into Louis’s hands again and in this case definitively. Louis had hinted that he would have him castrated in the public square before hanging him, and what she was going through confirmed that he was a man capable of such brutality.At the thirtieth stroke her stomach almost turned because of the position she was forced to remain in, Claire was almost suffocated by the gagging she suddenly felt. Ten blows later, the tiredness, the tension and the excruciating pain, besides to the cool breeze of the day that caressed her thighs and belly, they made her lose control of her bladder and a warm straw-colored jet began to flow between her wide open thighs, amid the laughter and insults of the crowd. The last three blows were given with exaggerated brutality and the cry of the condemned woman exceeded that of the crowd.

The first part of the punishment was over. Claire was physically destroyed, her butt was a swollen, sore mass with fifty streaks ranging from bright red to deep purple. There was no doctor who could help her because the king had expressly forbidden to give her any kind of assistance. But the wounds on the buttocks were really bad and could have become infected. The bailiff, responsible for the execution of the sentence, then turned to the executioner, to see if he could do something about it.

“Of course, Your Lordship, those who strike are also capable of soothing the effects of the blow. I am an expert in my trade. I will treat her with a camphor-based balm, which soothes pain in the muscles and helps to heal wounds. She will not like it, it burns like fire, but for her ass it will be the only salvation. You will see, for tonight this damsel will be ready to meet her many lovers.”

Satisfied by that answer, which freed him of a responsibility, the bailiff went down from the platform and gave the order to the guards to disperse the crowd, but having seen the spectacle, which was offered on the platform, of the young and naked body of a beautiful woman, bent at ninety degrees with her legs wide open, no one was willing to go away and indeed many put themselves in the note to be among the first to be able to approach her that night.

The executioner took the soothing balm, with a strong pungent odor, from his bag and positioned himself behind the condemned woman.

“Well, beauty, your nice little ass is just a crap. I bet it hurts like hell, right?...” he said wickedly, running a finger over a sore.

“YEEEESSSS!!!!” Claire screamed in pain.

“If you are good and kind to me tonight, I may decide to do something to get you through that pain and heal these sores.”

“Ohhh yes, please, sir, do something. Please.”

“Well, beauty, I have here a balm that will put you back in shape in no time. It will burn you and you will feel your buttocks on fire but then, after a few hours the pain will pass and your buttocks will be as beautiful and white as those of a newborn.” he told her, giving her a loud slap on the buttocks offered to her hand. Claire cried out in pain, realizing that she couldn’t trust that guy’s good heart. She felt him open her jar and then felt a strange sensation on her right buttock, the cold of the balm and the warmth in it infused into the brutalized muscles of her buttock. The heat soon became stinging and the man’s rough, callused hand was completely numb to her moans.

“My God, it hurts! Burn! Burn!”

“Calm down, it’s all normal, this nice little ass will be as good as new.” he chuckled to Claire. In the meantime he had begun to massage her other buttock too and now he was groping her ass in the center of the square under the eyes of many envious men. Claire wiggled her butt obscenely, sometimes to escape that impertinent touch, sometimes seeking the refreshment that after the first burning sensation she was now beginning to appreciate.

“Thank you, sir, thank you! But take it slower please, more gently please, sir. It hurts so much!”

“All right, Your Lordship, it’s not that bad and your ass is really small and pretty that I have too much balm with me. It would be a shame to throw it away with everything it costs!” And so he saying his rough hand descended from the two firm hills behind to the most intimate area between her thighs.

“Nooooo!!! Not there! Don’t touch me there!!!” she screamed desperately moving her pelvis sensually like a belly dancer. But hangman’s fingers were already on her vulva and tormenting her sadistically. His ointment-soaked index finger searched for the hidden pearl in her folds where the sweet crack closed, a sensitive spot Claire loved to stroke on nights when Jamie was away. The sensitive button immediately came alive and began to burn as if it had been touched by a red-hot iron. The stimulation of his fingers made her wake up and stand up like a little devil out of hell and Claire’s moans began to change tone, becoming a sign of indisputable pleasure.

“Mmmmhmmm, nooo please ... Uuuhhmmmm! Aahhhhh! YES! YESSSSSS! AGAIN! AGAIN, PLEASEEEEE!”