Two burly men held Anna's arms tightly as they dragged her up the hill towards the stocks.The rest of the villagers walked alongside, baying and yelling abuse. The Witchfinder General hadn't even been born yet so, luckily for her, her fate was decided by the Lord of the Manor. After hearing testimony about Anna "giving the evil eye" to George the blacksmith, causing him to fall off his horse. his Lordship decided Anna should be placed in the stocks for 3 hours. When they reached the stocks, the two escorts bent her forward and pushed her head and wrists through the holes in the stocks. She was held in place by locks. With her legs straight, her bottom was left precariously in the air.
The villagers then spent the next half-hour throwing old fruit and rotten vegetables at Anna along with their oaths and abuse. Eventually they calmed down and walked back down the hill to the village. Anna was left alone to contemplate her misdeeds. She shouted her contempt at the village below but nobody was listening. So she soon gave up.
A while later, she heard footsteps behind her.The restraint of the stocks prevented her from seeing who was approaching. With any luck, she thought, someone was coming early to release her. "Who's that?" she asked. There was no reply. The footsteps stopped behind her. There was silence and then...CRACK! Anna screamed as a wooden cane bit into her vulnerable bottom. CRACK! Another followed almost immediately and she yelled again. "Who art thou, thou cowardly pondscum?" The only reply was another CRACK! Tears rolled down Anna's cheeks as she wailed once more.Her thin-weave dress offered little protection with no undergarments to soften the blows. Finally after the sixth searing blow, the caning stopped.
She wanted so much to rub her glowing painful bottom but her hands were too firmly locked in position. And the mystery man hadn't finished with her yet. Suddenly she felt her dress being lifted, higher and higher, until the hem reached her shoulders. Her naked body was completely exposed and helpless to this unknown punisher. Was this the Lord of the Manor? Was it the blacksmith taking his revenge?
"O-o-oh!" The man had reached underneath her and was now squeezing and fondling her breasts. They started to become heavy and the nipples hard and erect. After a couple of minutes of gentle massage, he pulled Anna's nipples firmly but gently. She gave a small gasp of pleasure.
His hands slid between her legs and began to stroke gently. Anna was soon making whimpering noises. She could resist this stranger's domination no longer and willingly submitted to his control. He could punish her, explore her, anything he desired.
He suddenly grasped her hips and rammed himself into her. As he thrust into her, again and again, her voice squealed higher and higher... louder and louder...until...
"Aaaaaaaah!" An orgasm shot through Anna's brain and body like an electric shock. A deep-throated grunt from behind her revealed to Anna that her punisher had received the same pleasure. Then he lowered her dress back into place. Retreating footsteps..and he was gone.
Over the coming years, Anna would often wonder about the identity of the man who had dominated her that day. Sadly she never discovered.
