JOSIE
I guess you could say I was raised in a cult. We lived in a real small town in
the boonies that had it's own rules. No one could have a TV or radio and we used
horses for transportion. The only modern thing was a electric plant run by a
waterfall but that was only for freezer and refrigeration storage so we could be
self sufficient. Almost every man in town worked for Mr Dumas who owned all the
farms. He worked them real hard but noone complained since if they were fired
there would be no place to go and after thirty years he would provide a pension
so they knew they would be taken care of in their old age. Wives were not able
to work since they had to manage the household and make clothing from the wool
and cotton from the farms.Kid's could work after 14.
Womens clothes were really simple. Flour and some supplemental feeds for the
cattle came in cotton sacks with flowere or other patterns. For little girls
holes were just cut in the sack for the head and arms then excess material was
cut from the hem of the skirt to make matching panties. As you grew taller the
top of the sack would be opened and a draw string put in so it could be held up
under your armpits. It was real important to keep your butt coverd because men
could not resist slaping it if they saw it and their callused hands really hurt.
Because of that as you grew there was less material to cut from the hem so the
panties got smaller. Tall girls ended up with just a strap covering the slit of
their pussy and the buttcrack also the top woud have to be lowered so tall girls
had the drawstring barely above their nipples esposing the tops of the breasts
causing embarrassment as men teased them about their growing boobs.Men wore
shirts and pants made from homespun wool to protect them from the brambles and
brush in the woods. Since we lived in the south part of the country we didn't
need coats. We had a doctor kinda, he was a vet who took care of both animals
and people.
There was a definite class structure. Owners of farms and businesses and foremen
wore clothes imported from the city and while we lived in one room shacks with
outhouses they had big homes with indoor plumbing. My Dad dreamed about someday
becoming a foreman so worked really hard for the time a foreman would retire. I
dreamed of marrying one of the rich people sons. This was not likely since the
rich usually married the rich.
Naturally in a community so small there was a lot of inbreeding. Mr Dumas
approved of that since he inbred cows to get maximum milk production. In our
case the people were chosen for strength and beauty. Ugly men were given
vasectomies and ugly women had their fallopian tubes tied. I was glad I was
pretty since the ugly people could only have sex with each other. Occasionally a
baby was born deformed or really ugly from inheriting the bad genes rather than
the good ones. the vet would just kill them and put them in a common grave.
I had been spanked from 5 years old on. The theory was at that age you should
know right from wrong. But there was a double standard. Boys were not spanked
after 11 since their privates could be damaged. Girls and women were punished to
any age. Kids and women carried a little blackboard around their necks and any
offence got a checkmark for five spanks and anyone could make a check. The worst
part about it was that the punishment was held in the church on Friday nights to
allow you to heal by Monday for school or work. That gave you all week to build
up demerits. For spanking from five to eight years old you were spanked with a
paddle on your butt, Eight to ten the cane on your butt,ten to fourteen a willow
switch on butt thighs and back. only fifteen to your rear parts next fifteen on
your stomach and over that the switch would hit the tender inner thighs. After
fourteen a leather flogger was used anywhere but your face. To make it even
worse you had to go up on the stage and take off all your clothes for the
punishment. You can better believe I was a good kid. I only had to take five
about a dozen times with the swich.. I think what I hated worse was the
hypocricy. The men in the audience really enjoyed the punishments and I came to
believe the punishments were there more for entertainment than trying to make
people good. Even though I had seen nearly every kid and woman in town naked it
didn't make you feel less embarrassed since you were up there on stage naked
while everyone else was clothed. My brothers were mean. They said they loved to
see my butt redden and quiver and watched me like hawks to reort any offence I
may make.
The town was real strict which was nice in a way. You never had to lock a door
since thievery was a capital offence that brought a flogging in the town square.
I only saw that once and it scared the hell out of me. A woman had been caught
shoplifting from the general store. She swore she was innocent but Mr Dumas who
was both the Mayor and the Judge believed the store owner who said he was sure
he had 12 combs when she came in but only eleven after she left. It only cost a
quarter but the minimum punishment was twenty five lashes. Maximum was a
hundred. Dad told me there was no reason to have more than a hundred because
they could never revive anyone after that and if they were unconscious they
couldn't feel anything.
On a flogging day everyone had to be there so it could be an object lesson. It
was a real ordeal starting at the Mayors office/court house steps. She was
brought out on the courthose steps then her dress and panties were ripped off
her while two men held her arms. She was about nineteen and real pretty with a
nice muscular body brought on by all the manual labor. Only her big round
breasts looked soft.She was too embarrassed to look at her yelling and staring
audience and looked down at the floor while clenching her thighs together to hide
her most private part.
Mr. Daumas would not allow that. He kicked her ankles to force her legs apart
then lifted her face to yell, "So you try to hide from us! You will hide
nothing!"
He began ripping the hair out of her crotch not stopping until it was totally
bald and red. As if that was not bad enough the men holding her pinched and
pulled and twisted her vaginal lips while she screamed and tears ran down her
cheeks.
She was half walked half carried to a horse cart with a pole fastened to the
back of it at a forty five degree angle, Her wrists were buckled to the pole so
high her toes barely touched the ground while boys scurried around picking up
sharp rocks from the road.
The cart slowly began it's journey to the gallows in the town square. When it
started to move it was a signal to begin throwing rocks at her. They couldn't
miss since they were only about five feet from her. When the rocks began to hit
her causing new screams she lifted her legs and twisted in a futile effort to
make them miss but that only caused her to face the crowd at her left and right
side to let them hit directly on her breasts and stomach and crotch. By the time
she got to the gallows blood was dripping from sharp rocks on her butt, breasts,
stomach and crotch.
The men had them stop throwing rocks so they would not be hit as she was led to
the eight foot long six by six inch wide post bolted horizonatally to the trunk
of a dead tree. There was a rope with manacles coming out of a pulley at the end
of the horizontal post. They buckled her wrists to the rope and lifted her off
her feet. It made her look beautiful that way. Her breasts lifted to eliminate
the tiny sag at the bottom and her waist shunk to show her ribs.
I really felt sorry for her imagining myself in her predicament and thought the
only good thing was that she was to get only twenty-five on her back. More would
have been put on her front as well.
The man chosen to whip her unfurled a whip that looked like a big snake at the
handle then six smaller garter snakes sprouting from the end.
It turned out only one at her shoulders hit the back all the lower ones had the
end of the little snakes curl around her body to leave dark red lines on her
breasts then her stomach then her crotch as she screamed and twisted. I thought
everyone should feel sorry for her but only the women looked sick. Men were
yelling,"Yeah! Make her dance!"
Finally I thought it was over with hardly any white left on her body and blood
oozing from where welts had crossed themselves but then buckets of salt water
was splashed on her to renew the screams. It must have burned awfully judging by
her hoarse screams and twisting.I learned later the object was to disinfect the
cuts but our vet had salves for that.
When she finally hung there in exhaustion people went to her to trace and pinch
the welts with their fingers but she was so tired only the ones on her nippples
and crotch brought a weak reaction of squealing and twistng.
They let her hang there for an hour to let everyone feel her body then she was
taken down and put in a three foot by three foot iron barred cage for the rest
of the day and night. Boys took the oportunity to poke her with sticks so she
got no rest and just howled in anguish. I was ashamed to see my 13 year old
brother joey and his friend right up front poking the sore places on her breasts
and crotch with a pointed branch. That reminded me of his delighted giggles whne
I was punished.
That night It got cold so I went out and put a blanket on her shivering body.
She maoned, "Thank you," then "I didn't steal anything."
That seemed to make it seem even worse since I believed her and realized any of
us could have been whipped like her at the whim of men. The really bad part was
that I was now fourteen and could be whipped like her.
Even then her ordeal didn't end. Her parents kicked her out of their cabin and
she had to live in the woods eating roots and berries like an animal. My
brothers told me that they and their friends had caught her in the woods and
ripped off her clothes and made her kneel so they could pee on her.I said,"How
could you be so cruel?" He said. "We didn't hurt her and she doesn't care. When
we were done she just got up and went to the lake to wash. We watched some guys
make her lie back on a splintery log then whipped her nipples and pussy until
they bled. She didn't try to cover herself even though she was untied and
didn't fight when they put their dicks in her pussy and ass and even her mouth."
I didn't believe she didn't care. Every once in a while you would see her
running from one bush to another to hide.
Now that I was fourteen Dad said I should get a job. I didn't want to do the
hard work in the fields and loved to read so I went to Mr. Marx at the Christian
book store and asked if I couold work for him. He embarrassed me by his stares
at my body but since he liked me I thought he may hire me.
The store was more of a rental place since only rich people like Mr. Dumas,
storeowners, and foremen could afford to buy. It was only about ten feet square
but it had books from the floor to the ten foot ceiling on shelves. I had
learned to read fast since it was seldom my parents would rent one and it cost
thirty cents a day which was a lot since my Dad only made ten dollars per day.
There were ladders on tracks to get to the upper shelves.
He thoght a moment staring at me with my drawstring barely above my nipples and
the hem showing the start of the curve of my butt then said,"I suppose I could
use some help. The dirt street is getting the books dusty and with you I
wouldn't have to close the store to run errands."
I thanked him then he said, "Since this job will be so much easier than working
in the fields I will expect perfection in your work."
I said, "I will work very hard for you. I know this is better than the fields. I
will do anything to make you happy."
"Good. You know that I have the right to punish you if you fail don't you."
That frightened me but I said, "Yes I know but I won't do anthing to warrant
punishment."
He said, "Good. You may start in the morning at the standard rate of four
dollars per day. Be here at eight AM."
I ran home to tell them the good news. Dad and Mom hugged me and said,"That is
wonderful. We will be able to have meat and eggs more often."
I knew what she meant. We could only afford meat for the Sunday dinner. The rest
of the week we lived on vegetables, wheat things and occasionally mushrooms and
berries the boys found in the forest.
I was a the store at 7:45 and waited impatiently for him to come and open the
door. He arrived at eight and said he was glad I was on time then took me inside
to explain my duties. He had me get a feather duster and dust the books starting
at the top as far as I could reach from the ladder then work down to the bottom
shelf. I would move the ladder to do the next group until all were dusted. He
stood below me and looked up my dress but I was still short enough to have
panties with the drawstring digging into the center of my butt cheeks so I knew
he couldn't see my private part. Then I dusted the cabinet that held his cash
drawer and the stool behind it finishing with a long table and chairs. Customers
who could not afford to buy or rent a book could read them at the table for ten
cents per hour.
Finally I swept the floor. It was easy work.
I said, "There are so many books. How can you find the one the customer wants."
He took me to a cabinet with a bunch of cards and explained, "The customer will
ask for a book by either the title or author. You look up the name and you will
see numbers. The first number is the shelf it is on and the rest lead you to the
book."
He tested me by saying a title then an author. I noticed both books were on the
top shelf but he was pleased I found them in a short time.
I found his way of letting me know he was pleased was by giving me a hug and
patting my butt. The tight hug mashed my boobs and when he released me I felt
my nipples peeping over the top of the drawstring. I tucked them back in
blushing while he smiled.
He said, "You work fast and thorough. As a reward you may read in your spare
time."
I was thrilled and asked, "May I look for a book now?"
He said ,"Yes but you have to stop if a customer comes."
I barely opened the drawer of cards when a customer came in. I closed the drawer
in disappointment and went to him. He said, "Hey you are new.Did you get a
helper, Frank?"
Mr Marx said, "Yes. For a while anyway to see if it will work out."
He said, "I think I know her. It is Josie isn't it? She is really filling out."
As he said that he stared at my boobs. He wasn't talking to me I felt like new
hunting dog Mr Marx owned."
Mr Marx came uo behind me to reach around me to grab my boobs in each hand
saying, "Look at these. It is hard to believe she is only fourteen isn't it."
I stood there bluhing as he kneaded my boobs not knowing what to do.
The customer said, "She is a good girl too. It has been a long time since I have
seen her spanked."
Mr Marx let go of my boobs to lift my skirt saying, "God couldn't have made a
better round, firm spankable butt."
Now I really blushed and also felt a little afraid he may want to demonstrate
how my ass would look spanked.
Thankfully the customer said, "I want to check out that book about Christian
martyrs. I have a bet. George thinks a woman in one of the pictures is being hit
by a switch but I think it is a whip."
Mr Marx said, "I know the one you want. It is called Christian Martyrs Through
The Ages. Get it for him Josie."
I looked it up and started up the ladder since it was on the top shelf. They
both stood at the bottom of the ladder to look up my dress. I had to stretch to
reach it making me stick out one leg as a counter balance. The customer let out
a little moan and I realized my stretch had lifted my skirt to make me blush
again.
As the customer counted out thirty cents he said,"I think she will help your
business."
Mr Marx said, "I hope so."
I hped to be able to read abit but Mr Marx said, "Even after sweeping the floor
looks dirty. Get a bucket of water and the scrub brush in the back room and
scrub it. I got on my hands and knees to scrub the plank floor. The water ran
into the cracks so I wouldn't have to mop it up. He seemed to enjoy watching me
on my hands and knees scrubbing probably because it made the hem of my skirt
climb up my butt.
I had barely finished when the customer came back with two men waving a dollar
bill and crowing, "I won!"
"One of the men grumbled, "I am not convinced but John agreed with him. What do
you think Frank?"
He laid the open book on the table. There was a large picture of a woman
crucified like Jesus. There were big welts on her body and a man was holding a
whip that had crossed her nipple and sunk into her armpit. She had a look of
agony on her face,"
Frank studied the picture then said,"It is a whip. They used hardwoods like ash
for switches in those days and it wouldn't curl into her armpit like that.Looks
like she isn't having a good time. Huh?"
They laughed. I could barely believe they found that funny. The picture made me
feel sick.
The customer said I only had the book for twenty minutes. Can I get some money
back?"
Mr. Marx said "No but you can read for thirty minutes at no extra charge."
The customer said,"I have this book memorized. Josie, put it back and bring me
"Roman Orgies."
I went to the card cabinet but Mr. Marx said, "One thing at a time."
I climbed the ladder as they gathered around the bottom to put back the book
then came down to find the other book which was also on the top shelf.
I followed him to the table and he flipped the book open showing a nude woman
with two men who had their dicks stuck in her mouth and pussy.
He said,"Ever try this Josie?"
I said "No!" horrified and backed away."
He just laughed and said,"You will someday."
Mr Marx said,"Lay off her,Tom. She is still a virgin. You are still a virgin
aren't you Josie?"
I said, "Yes." but I wasn't sure. I had found out when I was eleven that it felt
good to put my fingers in my pussy. One night I got carried away and felt a
ripping sensation that bled a little. Mom had told me that virgins had a thin
piece of skin called a hymen that tore the first time a girl had sex. I may
have torn my hymen.
They gathered around the book until Mr Marx said,"You know the rules. One man to
a book."
They grumbled but dug up dimes and had me get two other books also on the top
shelf called Chinese Tortures and Middle East Torture."
When the Chinese book was flipped open I saw a nude asian woman with ropes
wrapped around her hanging from a beam by her hair.
I didn't see the other book and didn't want to.
I noticed that they turned the pages with one hand while rubbing their crotches
with the other. I didn't understand why looking at pictures would make their
crotches itch.
They would only look for a few minutes then send me up the ladder for another
book getting up from their chairs to stand under the ladder.
In a few days the store began to fill up with men I said shyly, "I think I have
helped your business."
"Yes but too many of them are just standing around waiting for you to climb the
ladder without spending any money."
I said, "Maybe you could start selling coffee and those that aren't reading or
drinking would have to leave."
He thought it was a great idea and it was. Now there were only paying customers.
He was so happy he gave me a fifty cent per day raise in pay.
My folks were really happy. I was now making almost as much money as Dad with
much less work. I was ashamed to tell them that I was getting customers by
letting them look up my dress. Actually I had overcome the shame and now njoyed
their compliments about my thighs and nice round butt.
Then business began to lessen. Mr Marx stopped a man who had only spent ten
cents and said, "Why are you leaving so soon."
He said, "I am tired of just seeing Josie's legs and panties. "You should get
her a more revealing uniform."
Mr Marx said, "You may be right. I will think about it."
That worried me. I was now used to showing my panties but wasn't ready to show
more."
end part one
