Celeste's Puritanical Grief
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Dave Davidson
2000
Celeste's Puritanical Grief
By The Lurking Ghost
Dave was glad when he toped the steep grade and the village of Virtue came into view, spread out below. He was returning home from Goliad where he had made an unsuccessful attempt to persuade the head of the Supreme Tribunal to change an outdated law, which made it an offence for two people to cross class lines. Each village and settlement had it’s own Tribunal which enforced the laws set by the Supreme Tribunal. Punishment was exacted for breaking a Tribunal law with puritanical zeal.
“For Christ sake” said Dave to the head, “it’s the beginning of the 17th century and you are holding on to 15th century old country laws.” “That will be quite enough of trying to use Christ’s name in an attempt to justify you rebellious beliefs, Mr. Davidson” said Bigger Small, Head of the Supreme Tribunal. “Everyone knows of your liberal religious views, Mr. Davidson, and believe me you are headed for serious trouble.” “Besides, Big Purges, your tribunal head would never allow floggings to take place in Virtue.” “Especially not for such a minor offence as members of different classes having a relationship.” “Oh no” replied Dave, “he is the one who orders the floggings and sometime does the flogging himself.” “Hah, retorted Small, “you are making this up to get your own way, now get out of here before I have you arrested for heresy. Dave felt depressed at his failure to influence the head. “That man’s name fits his intellect,” thought Dave as he mounted his horse for the long ride back to virtue.
Now looking down over the village, he could see a crowd in the village square, “not another flogging” he thought, as he spurred his horse onward and downward toward Virtue. As he neared the square he could hear the unmistakable swish of the flogger’s weapon, followed by a loud shriek. “Damn”, thought Dave, “those virtuous lowdown’s are flogging a woman.” The village of Virtue’s tribunal in its zeal to carry out the puritanical laws of the supreme Tribunal cooked up penalties for the slightest infraction. The penalty was always public floggings. So that all inhabitants of Virtue could witness the proceedings, a flogging post was erected atop a raised platform.
As Dave and his mount neared the platform, the woman’s shrieks had diminished to a whimper. He knew that she would soon find blessed relief through u*********sness. Alongside the platform, Dave saw Big Purges, Virtue’s tribunal head watching the proceedings in a throws of ecstasy.
As Dave urged his horse past the platform, a glimpse is as it took to determine that the unfortunate victim was of upper class. In that one brief glimpse Dave took in the high white stiff collar, the long sleeve silk blouse, and the silk headpiece. The woman’s skirt was rucked up above her hips exposing her ravaged buttocks to the leering crowd. Her sheer hose and silken underwear were in a heap at her ankles. A satin sash was around her waist holding her skirt up. A hemp rope would be used to hold a commoner’s skirt in the raised position. Little Purges, the flog master; let his arm fall as the woman slumped into u*********sness.
Dave spurred his horse on past the platform and headed toward home, his back ached and a nagging cough began to rack his body. His thoughts turned to Celeste, his maid; she always prepared an herbal tea that soothed his cough. He knew Celeste would have a tea waiting when he reached home as she always did. Celeste would rub his aching back until the ache is gone. Yes, Celeste would take care of him.
Celeste was the main reason Dave was engaged in an effort to change the puritanical laws brought to the new settlement from England. Celeste had been his maid for five years and had become an indispensable part of his life; in fact, he and Celeste had been in and intimate relationship for a year now.
Dave wanted to make Celeste his wife but the laws of Virtue’s tribunal formed such a reunion. That would be crossing class lines, and a person could be publicly flogged for even thinking of crossing class lines. “How could intelligent people believe in such laws’ thought Dave, “ but then the members of the tribunal had never been accused of having intelligence.
Dave moved his mount passed his house on to the stables. Celeste heard his cough as he rode past and immediately put water on to boil for preparing herbal tea that always soothed his cough. After making sure his horse had enough feed and water, Dave gave him a good rub down before heading to his house and Celeste.
He opened the kitchen door and the first sight to greet him was Celeste standing a few feet from the door. Despite the nagging cough and pain in his back, he took in her beauty and felt a stirring in his loins. She stepped forward into his arms and he squeezed her to him. As with a mind of their own, his hands slid down her back and cupped her round, firm buttocks. His mind drifted back to Virtue and the woman being flogged, he remembered how her bare bottom and thighs were crisscrossed with strips left by the flogger’s whip of knotted rope. “ I must make sure nothing like that ever happens to Celeste,” thought Dave.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking the herbal tea, Dave was thinking that he and Celeste must keep their relationship a secret He knew that some of Virtue’s tribunal members considered him a heretic because of his liberal religious beliefs.
As he was drinking the tea, Celeste filled a tub with hot soapy water. She had not asked about his trip and he had not bothered to tell her anything, because he knew that she was very perceptive and could tell by his actions and expressions that he had been unsuccessful. “Your bath is ready”, her words startled him and he looked up and saw standing by the tub. Smiling she helped him off with his clothes and into the tub. Dave grimmest as he stepped into the hot water, and Celeste chided him for being such a big baby. Celeste had a way with him and he loved her dearly. On her knees beside the tub, Celeste soaped and scrubbed his back. Then began a relaxing massage that drained the pain as if she was absorbing it into her hands. With a large towel, Celeste dried him and then pushed him into the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and she fell into his arms. Dave wondered how she had gotten undressed so quickly.
“Dave! Dave!” Dave opened his eyes to see Celeste fully dressed standing over him. He realized it was morning already and wondered what had happened to the night. “Dave someone from the tribunal is here to see you,” said Celeste. Dave could see that she was worried and he didn’t like that. They had no cause to worry Celeste like that.
Dave went to meet the tribunal representative and was glad to see his old friend, Samuel Parsons. “What can I do for you Sam?” asked Dave. Sam replied, “Dave big Purges and the rest of the tribunal want you to explain your liberal views and to recant them.” “The entire village populace has been summoned to meet in the square to hear you.” “I’ll explain, but I’m not……..”, “now don’t be stubborn Dave” replied Sam, ”big purges is out to do you harm.” “He knows of your trip to Goliad yesterday.” “I don’t like doing this none Dave, but I have to give you this” Sam said as he handed Dave a rolled up parchment. Dave unrolled it and read:
“Where it is well known that you Dave Davidson, have shown a total disregard for the Puritan beliefs of the Village of Virtue, and where by you have crossed class lines with your maid woman, Celeste, you are this day of June 21, 1600, ordered to appear at noon time at the Village Square of the Village of Virtue, to meet before the tribunal and to explain your heretical views and to recant them before the entire populace of Virtue.
As Samuel Parsons rode off toward Virtue, Dave turned to Celeste and said, “looks like rain, I better go and help the workers put the hay in the barn. He began to cough. “NO! Dave, not in your condition, just listen to the cough, the men can do just fine without you.” Celeste went inside to prepare herbal tea. Dave liked hard work. He often worked and sweated side by side the field hands.
At the appointed time Dave and Celeste arrived at the village square to find that everyone were already there. As they made their way to the platform, there angry remarks from the men because they resented being taken from their farms during the busiest season. There were catty remarks from the upper class women because Celeste was dressed in he finest silks and linens. Dave had made sure of that.
Dave walked up the steps of the platform where the tribunal was waiting. Celeste made her way over to where the other maids were standing. They all gathered around her fawning over her fine clothes.
Dave spent nearly half an hour explaining his religious views and beliefs. Then big Purges, chest puffed out, walking with knees pointing outward, lifting his feet high in an exaggerated step, walked to the edge of he platform and announced: “Mr. Dave Davidson will now recant his liberal religious views and beliefs. He turned in time to see Dave shaking his head no. Purges was visibly shaken by Dave’s refusal. With a nervous laugh, he announced again: “Mr. Dave Davidson will now recant his liberal beliefs.” “No!” shouted Dave.
Big Purges angrily called the members of the tribunal together and they spent a few minutes whispering. Purges pointed at Dave and the two largest of the tribunal grabbed Dave, one on each arm. Then Purges announced to the crowd that the tribunal could not allow it’s power be undermined and had found Dave guilty of heresy and had sentenced him to a flogging to be carried out immediately. Dave looked down at Celeste and saw a look of horror on her face. He tried to motion to her but the men were holding steadfast to his arms. “Prepare him” retorted big Purges. The two-tribunal members roughly removed his shirt and began tying him to the post.
Funny the things that goes through a person’s mind. At that moment Dave was thinking that it was a good thing he worked hard and had kept his body trim and muscular instead of loose flab. Dave looking down at the crowd, saw two tribunal wives giving him admiring looks.
“No, you can’t” came a voice from the crowd, Dave looked to see Celeste running up the platform steps. She ran to the tribunal members and said, “Dave is in poor health, and a flogging will kill him. It will be murder, not punishment.” Samuel Parsons agrees with Celeste and steps forward to be pushed back by little Purges who then walked to the left and rear of Dave. He lightly struck Dave across the shoulders with the flawed rope whip measuring the distance.
“No!” shrieks Celeste, whip me instead. She throws herself of her knees at the heads feet and looks at him and in a pleading voice says, “Dave is too sick, please let me take his place.” Big Purges stops little purges and the two men confer for about half a minute. Then, big purges announces to the crowd that the maid Celeste had volunteered to take Dave’s place and that her offer had been accepted. Big purges gives orders for Dave to be cut down but held and forced to watch the whipping of Celeste.
Dave looks on helplessly as big Purges and little Purges ties Celeste to the flogging post. They secure her to the post by tying her hands as high up the post as she could reach while standing on her toes. Then the two men make a production of lifting Celeste’s skirt hems above her waist. Little Purges begins securing the skirt hem to her waist with the velvet sash. “NO!” shouts big Purges, “use the hemp rope, she is just a maid!” So little purges passes the hemp rope around Celeste’s waist and secures her skirt hems with it. Big purges them grabs the top of her silk underwear and rips it from her body. A roar of laughter erupts from the ladies of high class in the crowd. Dave could hear other remarks from the crowd. “Poor Celeste, what has she gotten herself into for that man?” Anger overcomes Dave and he gives a mighty heave and momentarily breaks loose from the two men and had almost reached Celeste when he was grabbed by big and little purges. After making sure that Dave was being held securely, the two men make a production of removing Celeste’s hosiery. They each put a palm on each side of a thigh and slowly rolls the hosiery down her thigh and all the way to her ankles. Dave is beside himself and is using every profane word he can think of and make up to admonish the twin purgesses.
After the lower half of Celeste’s body is made bare, Big Purges announces that each member of the tribunal will give the victim 10 lashes with the flawed rope whip. Being seven in all, that means that the maid Celeste shall receive eighty lashes. Eighty because he intended to start the flogging and to end the flogging with ten lashes each time.
Dave watched in horror as big purges to his stand beside and to the rear of Celeste. He took the whip from little purges and began to twirl the rope around and around, then suddenly bringing it down of the floor of the platform. This was done to show Dave what happened to the flawed rope when it strikes its victim. As the rope flies through the air on it’s way to strike, the ends separate and the rope splays out to a wide weapon of pain.
Big purges became very serious and took his stance and with a wild eyes and leering at Celeste’s bare bottom, drew back his arm and aimed his first last to land full across her buttocks. His aim was true and the splayed out rope landed with full force wrapping around her bare bottom with dozens of tiny rope tips biting angrily into her right hip. Celeste head flew back, and she arched her back but she didn’t utter a sound. Dave knew she would be stubborn and try not to give them the satisfaction of crying out. The second and third lashes were repeats of the first. Still Celeste made no sound. The fourth and fifth lash was landed across her upper thighs. Still Celeste was stoic and made no sound. Dave was trying with all his might to break free of the two men holding fast to his arms. The two men were afraid of big purges and made sure that they didn’t loosen their grip on Dave. By the tenth lash Celeste’s bottom and thighs were already streaked with marks of the rope and the few areas not marked were bright red.
Little purges took the rope from big purges and took his stance beside Celeste. Little purges was a master of the flogger. His first lash seemed to sail in slow motion toward its target. You could actually see the ends of the rope spray out into a wide fan like paddle, and then just before they struck, they picked up blinding speed and crashed into Celeste’s bottom with a loud SWISHSWACK. Celeste could no longer hold back, she arched her back, threw back her head and screamed. Dave gave a lurch forward but the two men held tight. SWISHSMACK, SWISHSMACK, little purges delivered the next two the same as the first. SWISHSWACK, SWISHSMACK, the fourth and fifth caught Celeste across her thighs just above the knees. Celeste’s arms were stretched high up the flogging post, so high that she was on tiptoes and could not get enough leverage to move from under the falling whip. SWISH SMACK, SWISH SWACK, the remaining lashes were carbon copies of the first five. Celeste had not screamed as loudly during the second five lashes as she did during the first five. Samuel Parsons ran to the post and attempted to untie Celeste while shouting “STOP THIS MADNESS” and got a lash across the face for his efforts. Dave was thinking, “at least one member of the tribunal has some decency.” Celeste’s bottom and thighs were a mass of welts and strips by the last of little purges lashes.
One by one the tribunal members took their turn at the flogging post and delivered ten lashes to Celeste’s ravaged bottom. All but Samuel Parsons took a turn as whip wielder. On the fifth lash of the sixth member, Celeste lost consciousness, but that did not stop him from delivering the full ten. Tears rolled down Dave cheeks as he was forced to watch the mistreatment of the maid Celeste. Big purges took the lash and stepped to position, uncaring that the victim was u*********sness, was preparing to deliver the first of his second round, when a loud voice from the crowd bellowed “PUT THAT WHIP DOWN THIS INSTANT”, at the same time a large man ran up the steps, crossed to the big purges and grabbed his whip holding hand. “CUT THAT WOMAN DOWN! RELEASE MR. DAVIDSON! Dave looked toward the voice and to his surprise saw Bigger Small, Supreme Tribunal head, walking up the platform steps. Small crossed to Dave and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you Mr. Davidson, I had no idea big purges was capable of such inhumane treatment of his fellow man. By then there were several more of Bigger Small’s men on the platform. Pointing to the Virtue tribunal members, he said, “Arrest all those men. “Please Mr. Small, not Sam Parsons, he was trying to help” said Dave. Bigger Small bellowed to his men, “take those two to the flogging post “ pointing to big purges and little purges. Dave rushed to where Celeste lay on the platform floor, and called out for water from anyone who would listen.
Dave picked Celeste up into his arms and walked down the steps and on to his horse drawn carriage. After making Celeste as comfortable as possible, Dave was about to climb on when Bigger Small walked up and said, “Dave Virtue need a new tribunal and I want you to be head, meet me in purges’ office firs thing tomorrow and we will make it legal. Dave just nodded, climbed aboard and headed toward home.
Dave Davidson
2000
Celeste's Puritanical Grief
By The Lurking Ghost
Dave was glad when he toped the steep grade and the village of Virtue came into view, spread out below. He was returning home from Goliad where he had made an unsuccessful attempt to persuade the head of the Supreme Tribunal to change an outdated law, which made it an offence for two people to cross class lines. Each village and settlement had it’s own Tribunal which enforced the laws set by the Supreme Tribunal. Punishment was exacted for breaking a Tribunal law with puritanical zeal.
“For Christ sake” said Dave to the head, “it’s the beginning of the 17th century and you are holding on to 15th century old country laws.” “That will be quite enough of trying to use Christ’s name in an attempt to justify you rebellious beliefs, Mr. Davidson” said Bigger Small, Head of the Supreme Tribunal. “Everyone knows of your liberal religious views, Mr. Davidson, and believe me you are headed for serious trouble.” “Besides, Big Purges, your tribunal head would never allow floggings to take place in Virtue.” “Especially not for such a minor offence as members of different classes having a relationship.” “Oh no” replied Dave, “he is the one who orders the floggings and sometime does the flogging himself.” “Hah, retorted Small, “you are making this up to get your own way, now get out of here before I have you arrested for heresy. Dave felt depressed at his failure to influence the head. “That man’s name fits his intellect,” thought Dave as he mounted his horse for the long ride back to virtue.
Now looking down over the village, he could see a crowd in the village square, “not another flogging” he thought, as he spurred his horse onward and downward toward Virtue. As he neared the square he could hear the unmistakable swish of the flogger’s weapon, followed by a loud shriek. “Damn”, thought Dave, “those virtuous lowdown’s are flogging a woman.” The village of Virtue’s tribunal in its zeal to carry out the puritanical laws of the supreme Tribunal cooked up penalties for the slightest infraction. The penalty was always public floggings. So that all inhabitants of Virtue could witness the proceedings, a flogging post was erected atop a raised platform.
As Dave and his mount neared the platform, the woman’s shrieks had diminished to a whimper. He knew that she would soon find blessed relief through u*********sness. Alongside the platform, Dave saw Big Purges, Virtue’s tribunal head watching the proceedings in a throws of ecstasy.
As Dave urged his horse past the platform, a glimpse is as it took to determine that the unfortunate victim was of upper class. In that one brief glimpse Dave took in the high white stiff collar, the long sleeve silk blouse, and the silk headpiece. The woman’s skirt was rucked up above her hips exposing her ravaged buttocks to the leering crowd. Her sheer hose and silken underwear were in a heap at her ankles. A satin sash was around her waist holding her skirt up. A hemp rope would be used to hold a commoner’s skirt in the raised position. Little Purges, the flog master; let his arm fall as the woman slumped into u*********sness.
Dave spurred his horse on past the platform and headed toward home, his back ached and a nagging cough began to rack his body. His thoughts turned to Celeste, his maid; she always prepared an herbal tea that soothed his cough. He knew Celeste would have a tea waiting when he reached home as she always did. Celeste would rub his aching back until the ache is gone. Yes, Celeste would take care of him.
Celeste was the main reason Dave was engaged in an effort to change the puritanical laws brought to the new settlement from England. Celeste had been his maid for five years and had become an indispensable part of his life; in fact, he and Celeste had been in and intimate relationship for a year now.
Dave wanted to make Celeste his wife but the laws of Virtue’s tribunal formed such a reunion. That would be crossing class lines, and a person could be publicly flogged for even thinking of crossing class lines. “How could intelligent people believe in such laws’ thought Dave, “ but then the members of the tribunal had never been accused of having intelligence.
Dave moved his mount passed his house on to the stables. Celeste heard his cough as he rode past and immediately put water on to boil for preparing herbal tea that always soothed his cough. After making sure his horse had enough feed and water, Dave gave him a good rub down before heading to his house and Celeste.
He opened the kitchen door and the first sight to greet him was Celeste standing a few feet from the door. Despite the nagging cough and pain in his back, he took in her beauty and felt a stirring in his loins. She stepped forward into his arms and he squeezed her to him. As with a mind of their own, his hands slid down her back and cupped her round, firm buttocks. His mind drifted back to Virtue and the woman being flogged, he remembered how her bare bottom and thighs were crisscrossed with strips left by the flogger’s whip of knotted rope. “ I must make sure nothing like that ever happens to Celeste,” thought Dave.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking the herbal tea, Dave was thinking that he and Celeste must keep their relationship a secret He knew that some of Virtue’s tribunal members considered him a heretic because of his liberal religious beliefs.
As he was drinking the tea, Celeste filled a tub with hot soapy water. She had not asked about his trip and he had not bothered to tell her anything, because he knew that she was very perceptive and could tell by his actions and expressions that he had been unsuccessful. “Your bath is ready”, her words startled him and he looked up and saw standing by the tub. Smiling she helped him off with his clothes and into the tub. Dave grimmest as he stepped into the hot water, and Celeste chided him for being such a big baby. Celeste had a way with him and he loved her dearly. On her knees beside the tub, Celeste soaped and scrubbed his back. Then began a relaxing massage that drained the pain as if she was absorbing it into her hands. With a large towel, Celeste dried him and then pushed him into the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and she fell into his arms. Dave wondered how she had gotten undressed so quickly.
“Dave! Dave!” Dave opened his eyes to see Celeste fully dressed standing over him. He realized it was morning already and wondered what had happened to the night. “Dave someone from the tribunal is here to see you,” said Celeste. Dave could see that she was worried and he didn’t like that. They had no cause to worry Celeste like that.
Dave went to meet the tribunal representative and was glad to see his old friend, Samuel Parsons. “What can I do for you Sam?” asked Dave. Sam replied, “Dave big Purges and the rest of the tribunal want you to explain your liberal views and to recant them.” “The entire village populace has been summoned to meet in the square to hear you.” “I’ll explain, but I’m not……..”, “now don’t be stubborn Dave” replied Sam, ”big purges is out to do you harm.” “He knows of your trip to Goliad yesterday.” “I don’t like doing this none Dave, but I have to give you this” Sam said as he handed Dave a rolled up parchment. Dave unrolled it and read:
“Where it is well known that you Dave Davidson, have shown a total disregard for the Puritan beliefs of the Village of Virtue, and where by you have crossed class lines with your maid woman, Celeste, you are this day of June 21, 1600, ordered to appear at noon time at the Village Square of the Village of Virtue, to meet before the tribunal and to explain your heretical views and to recant them before the entire populace of Virtue.
As Samuel Parsons rode off toward Virtue, Dave turned to Celeste and said, “looks like rain, I better go and help the workers put the hay in the barn. He began to cough. “NO! Dave, not in your condition, just listen to the cough, the men can do just fine without you.” Celeste went inside to prepare herbal tea. Dave liked hard work. He often worked and sweated side by side the field hands.
At the appointed time Dave and Celeste arrived at the village square to find that everyone were already there. As they made their way to the platform, there angry remarks from the men because they resented being taken from their farms during the busiest season. There were catty remarks from the upper class women because Celeste was dressed in he finest silks and linens. Dave had made sure of that.
Dave walked up the steps of the platform where the tribunal was waiting. Celeste made her way over to where the other maids were standing. They all gathered around her fawning over her fine clothes.
Dave spent nearly half an hour explaining his religious views and beliefs. Then big Purges, chest puffed out, walking with knees pointing outward, lifting his feet high in an exaggerated step, walked to the edge of he platform and announced: “Mr. Dave Davidson will now recant his liberal religious views and beliefs. He turned in time to see Dave shaking his head no. Purges was visibly shaken by Dave’s refusal. With a nervous laugh, he announced again: “Mr. Dave Davidson will now recant his liberal beliefs.” “No!” shouted Dave.
Big Purges angrily called the members of the tribunal together and they spent a few minutes whispering. Purges pointed at Dave and the two largest of the tribunal grabbed Dave, one on each arm. Then Purges announced to the crowd that the tribunal could not allow it’s power be undermined and had found Dave guilty of heresy and had sentenced him to a flogging to be carried out immediately. Dave looked down at Celeste and saw a look of horror on her face. He tried to motion to her but the men were holding steadfast to his arms. “Prepare him” retorted big Purges. The two-tribunal members roughly removed his shirt and began tying him to the post.
Funny the things that goes through a person’s mind. At that moment Dave was thinking that it was a good thing he worked hard and had kept his body trim and muscular instead of loose flab. Dave looking down at the crowd, saw two tribunal wives giving him admiring looks.
“No, you can’t” came a voice from the crowd, Dave looked to see Celeste running up the platform steps. She ran to the tribunal members and said, “Dave is in poor health, and a flogging will kill him. It will be murder, not punishment.” Samuel Parsons agrees with Celeste and steps forward to be pushed back by little Purges who then walked to the left and rear of Dave. He lightly struck Dave across the shoulders with the flawed rope whip measuring the distance.
“No!” shrieks Celeste, whip me instead. She throws herself of her knees at the heads feet and looks at him and in a pleading voice says, “Dave is too sick, please let me take his place.” Big Purges stops little purges and the two men confer for about half a minute. Then, big purges announces to the crowd that the maid Celeste had volunteered to take Dave’s place and that her offer had been accepted. Big purges gives orders for Dave to be cut down but held and forced to watch the whipping of Celeste.
Dave looks on helplessly as big Purges and little Purges ties Celeste to the flogging post. They secure her to the post by tying her hands as high up the post as she could reach while standing on her toes. Then the two men make a production of lifting Celeste’s skirt hems above her waist. Little Purges begins securing the skirt hem to her waist with the velvet sash. “NO!” shouts big Purges, “use the hemp rope, she is just a maid!” So little purges passes the hemp rope around Celeste’s waist and secures her skirt hems with it. Big purges them grabs the top of her silk underwear and rips it from her body. A roar of laughter erupts from the ladies of high class in the crowd. Dave could hear other remarks from the crowd. “Poor Celeste, what has she gotten herself into for that man?” Anger overcomes Dave and he gives a mighty heave and momentarily breaks loose from the two men and had almost reached Celeste when he was grabbed by big and little purges. After making sure that Dave was being held securely, the two men make a production of removing Celeste’s hosiery. They each put a palm on each side of a thigh and slowly rolls the hosiery down her thigh and all the way to her ankles. Dave is beside himself and is using every profane word he can think of and make up to admonish the twin purgesses.
After the lower half of Celeste’s body is made bare, Big Purges announces that each member of the tribunal will give the victim 10 lashes with the flawed rope whip. Being seven in all, that means that the maid Celeste shall receive eighty lashes. Eighty because he intended to start the flogging and to end the flogging with ten lashes each time.
Dave watched in horror as big purges to his stand beside and to the rear of Celeste. He took the whip from little purges and began to twirl the rope around and around, then suddenly bringing it down of the floor of the platform. This was done to show Dave what happened to the flawed rope when it strikes its victim. As the rope flies through the air on it’s way to strike, the ends separate and the rope splays out to a wide weapon of pain.
Big purges became very serious and took his stance and with a wild eyes and leering at Celeste’s bare bottom, drew back his arm and aimed his first last to land full across her buttocks. His aim was true and the splayed out rope landed with full force wrapping around her bare bottom with dozens of tiny rope tips biting angrily into her right hip. Celeste head flew back, and she arched her back but she didn’t utter a sound. Dave knew she would be stubborn and try not to give them the satisfaction of crying out. The second and third lashes were repeats of the first. Still Celeste made no sound. The fourth and fifth lash was landed across her upper thighs. Still Celeste was stoic and made no sound. Dave was trying with all his might to break free of the two men holding fast to his arms. The two men were afraid of big purges and made sure that they didn’t loosen their grip on Dave. By the tenth lash Celeste’s bottom and thighs were already streaked with marks of the rope and the few areas not marked were bright red.
Little purges took the rope from big purges and took his stance beside Celeste. Little purges was a master of the flogger. His first lash seemed to sail in slow motion toward its target. You could actually see the ends of the rope spray out into a wide fan like paddle, and then just before they struck, they picked up blinding speed and crashed into Celeste’s bottom with a loud SWISHSWACK. Celeste could no longer hold back, she arched her back, threw back her head and screamed. Dave gave a lurch forward but the two men held tight. SWISHSMACK, SWISHSMACK, little purges delivered the next two the same as the first. SWISHSWACK, SWISHSMACK, the fourth and fifth caught Celeste across her thighs just above the knees. Celeste’s arms were stretched high up the flogging post, so high that she was on tiptoes and could not get enough leverage to move from under the falling whip. SWISH SMACK, SWISH SWACK, the remaining lashes were carbon copies of the first five. Celeste had not screamed as loudly during the second five lashes as she did during the first five. Samuel Parsons ran to the post and attempted to untie Celeste while shouting “STOP THIS MADNESS” and got a lash across the face for his efforts. Dave was thinking, “at least one member of the tribunal has some decency.” Celeste’s bottom and thighs were a mass of welts and strips by the last of little purges lashes.
One by one the tribunal members took their turn at the flogging post and delivered ten lashes to Celeste’s ravaged bottom. All but Samuel Parsons took a turn as whip wielder. On the fifth lash of the sixth member, Celeste lost consciousness, but that did not stop him from delivering the full ten. Tears rolled down Dave cheeks as he was forced to watch the mistreatment of the maid Celeste. Big purges took the lash and stepped to position, uncaring that the victim was u*********sness, was preparing to deliver the first of his second round, when a loud voice from the crowd bellowed “PUT THAT WHIP DOWN THIS INSTANT”, at the same time a large man ran up the steps, crossed to the big purges and grabbed his whip holding hand. “CUT THAT WOMAN DOWN! RELEASE MR. DAVIDSON! Dave looked toward the voice and to his surprise saw Bigger Small, Supreme Tribunal head, walking up the platform steps. Small crossed to Dave and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you Mr. Davidson, I had no idea big purges was capable of such inhumane treatment of his fellow man. By then there were several more of Bigger Small’s men on the platform. Pointing to the Virtue tribunal members, he said, “Arrest all those men. “Please Mr. Small, not Sam Parsons, he was trying to help” said Dave. Bigger Small bellowed to his men, “take those two to the flogging post “ pointing to big purges and little purges. Dave rushed to where Celeste lay on the platform floor, and called out for water from anyone who would listen.
Dave picked Celeste up into his arms and walked down the steps and on to his horse drawn carriage. After making Celeste as comfortable as possible, Dave was about to climb on when Bigger Small walked up and said, “Dave Virtue need a new tribunal and I want you to be head, meet me in purges’ office firs thing tomorrow and we will make it legal. Dave just nodded, climbed aboard and headed toward home.
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