My God! - When she turned back the head, unhappy lips trembled, the tender shoulders came nodule, breathing participation and became intermittent.
Graf okinul arrogant gaze Popkov victim. Traces of the previous ten strokes were assigned to it perfectly evenly. In some places, birch prosekla skin. Blood leaks from the tip of bars, of course, exacerbated the already severe test. The tense silence povisla in convivial room at a time when his father put his hand slowly.
"Z-sha!"
Ruthless rod lay on the circularity Evelyn, printed another bright trail. A swift blow naked body of the girl instinctively vygnulos forward, head vzmetnulas up, barely audible sigh "Aaahh!" zakushennyh escaped from the lips.
"Eleven!" - Declared Sir Charles Brisbane.
Young aristokratka, however, very quickly straight legs, preparing for the next hit.
In preparation for the Twelfth shock, Earl took a step forward. Again, only a muted groan escaped from the mouth of muchenitsy, while scalding pain attacked defenseless Popkov. Female podprygnula on carpet, to calm the pain from the terrible attack, and excision buttocks again zabilis in obscene dances.
"Twelve!" - Gloomily declared tormentor.
Shepotok in the crowd "spectators" to increase, as they felt the weakening of spiritual forces daughter of the owner. The rivers of tears flow down his face distorted suffering teeth tap of shame and fear, white fingers vpivalis in the tender breast, and yet she tried to prepare himself for a decent portion of a new pain. Terrible kind of scars already covered most of the white hemispheres.
Under fierce attack unhappy girl sognulis legs at the knees and hands for a moment have left compressible chest. Another outbreak of fire cicatrix at early television, clearly showing how tried to executioner.
Evelyn threw a pleading look at his ruthless ekzekutora. The hard-sderzhivaemoe broke down sobbing with flickering beautiful lips, while his father made: "Thirteen!"
Breast girls povisli freely, as it covered hands blubbered face. Exhausted torture buttocks shake, but she is still trying to restore undermine the ability of the rough with pain. In general, wine spectators to admire the spectacle and waited eagerly when Earl examples and would next strike.
"Sviishshsh!"
"Knight has a spirit of commoners valiant warrior and Dhi Qar, - thinking, Lord, to drain the cup - teaches us the value of their lives far below the honor, triumph over all kinds of hardships, concerns and suffering, not afraid of nothing but shame. It is clear that the carpet is true daughter of a famous knight, and her behavior does not pogreshit of honor! "
Fourteenth resounding blow upechatalsya martyr in the body where the thigh begins, out of the mouth unhappy constrained moan.
When a stinging blow vpilsya essence below buttocks, left leg cut off from pavement, the girl kicked a crime fractious bridge in anticipation of the departure, in an attempt to somehow resist the ruthlessness rod.
During this forced rotation izognutogo pain-composed body, beauty unwittingly presented to the review shameless eye-thirsty crowd its tender mestechki and white area of skin between the buttocks, which were excluded from birch.
"This bird is behaving like the true lady! - The harsh features of Baron Hauntena as if eased until he looked at before it beautiful girl, lonely, helpless, but stand during the punishment with remarkable presence of mind and chivalrous courage. On two occasions the fall of a krestnym sign, as if nedoumevaya where was this softness in the spirit of things, in such cases are always saved nesokrushimoy hardness of steel. - I wonder how it will behave in bed? I think I can teach her a lot "
- Pasques Dieu! (You are my God! - French.), As she is beautiful - whisper Lord Oliver Huxley.
"Fifteen" Graf stabbed fifteenth resounding blow to all the arts, which is only capable of using the full force of male hands: the band perecherknula aslant parallel tracks, and at the intersection of vystiupili droplets of blood.
Strangled cry tears escape from the mouth zaprokinutogo Evelyn, while their hands rushed to the blazing half, fingers, that there are forces in vpilis elastic, exhausted with pain hills.
- And you'll notice that when he resorts to punishment for disobedience is always an expression of love. "For God, who loves to punish." - Klirik whisper a prayer perebiraya beads.
Brokenly breathe aristokratka, full ispivshaya cup agony, shamelessly myala hands isterzannye buttocks knot at the back of his head rasplelsya and hair free povisli, giving more resemblance to the holy Inessoy.
Nablyudavshie seen as the perfect body "sentenced" brokenly Wind in a futile attempt to avoid a merciless blows. Graf Coventry finished execution daughter terrible forces blow, which came to the border between the buttocks and thighs girls at the outset of the tender skladochki separating flickering hemisphere.
"Sixteen!" - The last blow Blvd caused by cross-cross-the previous.
Was a classic British "gate" method of causing udarok when two recent cross overlap earlier. .
- Everything! - Earl Bisbern shvyrnul rod in the fireplace. - And now, buvons (drink - French.) For the health imeninnitsy!
- Vivat, young lady!
- Viva! - The guests stood up and osushili cups.
Prior to the conscience of the girls did not immediately come that all the anguish behind. She did not immediately able to straight Exhausted body pain.
Eveline helped the housemaids in the body coat nakinut and brought under the hand of the room. After each step, blubbered a young person aristokratki distorted grimace of pain: every touch of heavy cape to the wounded buttocks vividly reminded of just rolled over flogged.
- Are young lady did not sit next to his father? - John Haunten was very unhappy that appetizing sight so quickly ended, and did not share with us the meal!
- She now has no appetite! - Cold cut off Earl Bisbern.
Not once, and not two, Lord Oliver Huxley again and again recalled the scene. Still, was surprised and shocked when I understood how deeply the girl came into his life.
- To help you get dressed? - Senior maid slope into obeisance.
- No, you can go, I am very spravlyus!
Worshiped, the housemaids have gone to the visitors, leaving one girl.
- Oh woe is me! - Evelyn prayed before the crucifixion, not even trying to get dressed. - Thank you, Lord, that you strengthened my spirit and helped move the ordeal.
Evelyn was a charming person is sad, but in the eyes again svetilis their new hope for the future and appreciation for getting rid of past evils.
The stark "celebration bashing" turned milky - white buttocks Lady Evelyn in the solid blue - purple mass isterzannaya flesh still continued to inadvertently brokenly throb. The pain gradually left, becoming itching. Another piece, and the young lady calmed down so much that has been able to get dressed and open near the box. With years of youth, she describes in detail each whipping in a secret diary, which pryatala host the box, calling it "Letopisyu punishment." All the entries were numbered, each beginning with the date and ended the last of the strikes.
"I ran into the penalty with perseverance and humility, like the heiress made a nice sort of Bsbernov.'s Father did was able to dislodge me from the Creek. One can see God was so pleased that parents put me to shame! Lezhu abdomen and pray. The pain is still not leaving me. In dusche emptiness, all that previously took me SEA Gilford, sir Briam and everything else now lost all interest. They saw me naked, saw my humiliation, my shame! What I ran into such meal? now remains only pain , Replaced all other emotions. Now I do not know what would solemn Papin flogging. Zamuzh exactly no one will! Apparently, assemble in the monastery, where the old monashki will teach me the rest of his life to Christian benefactor. I feel nothingness, and no hope Only that God in his mercy proist me sins. God, save my soul. Evelyn Bisbern 20 May, 1505. "
This record is one of the most short diary of a girl. Usually, Evelyn writes all, to the smallest details: your mood, the type of crowd, weather and the pain of the attacks. But this time they found a place for Lord Oliver Huxley and John Hauntena.
- As long as the girl came in the sense of merriment in the room continued: vykatili the basement of an old wine barrel, commoners waiting elya strong and sparkling apple Sidra. All drinking for health imeninnitsy and her strict parents. At snacks filed boiled pork, and many savory meat from poultry, venison, hares and fish, not to mention the large caravan of bread, biscuits and all kinds of candy, boiled from the berries and honey.
Only a young lady was left hungry for his own birthday. It seemed that no force can not compel her to go to the festive table. The evening of the day his father told the girl to appear for dinner.
"There will again be Lord Oliver Huxley Baron Haunten! - I think it is, allowing sluzhankam prichesat themselves. - What a shame!"
This time the girl was dressed in accordance with the highest dvoryanskim title. Long, shelkovoe green dress with light white lacy fringe at the gate and hands, fasten it with gold cufflinks. At the neck cut a wide swath family necklace produced more pradedom in the Holy Land. If a girl and then, during the flogging guests seemed fine, the slender beauty of figure and a free, proud grace movements now have highlighted the rich simplicity of the toilet. Only the pallor of things imeninnitsy recalled deferred suffering. In the chair intended for the young lady behind embroidered silk cushion.
- I - Lord filled his glass - drink for the health of the beautiful Lady Evelyn.
- Honey - began father - you have sixteen years, and our English laws are you considered an adult woman. We have to seriously think about your destiny!
"Is it in a monastery? - The soul of the girl failed to heel. - After the public flogging count on marriage does not have to! Lord certainly oslavit me in the yard!"
- Lord Oliver Huxley asked your hands - has continued his father - and I see no reason to deny it! You become his wife before God and human beings?
- Yes! She felt as pise sex takes it from under the feet.
- This is the best day of my life! - Lord came to the bride. - After a month playing wedding!
Baron heard these words, silently drink a full cup of wine. "Anyway, this woman sooner or later will be my - he thought, filling the cup again! Burn in hell fire me if I otstuplyus!"
** Chapter Two bond Gimeneya
Castle preparing for weddings. Many of the castle servants remember Lady Evelyn not only a girl, for which they zagotavlivali bars and tantalizing in the days of their birth, they rejoiced Fortunately his mistress. Now, but the bride of a charming gentleman, Lord Oliver Huxley.
- How charming young bride! - Whisper servants. - Only a little father of her dral!
Immediately after the wedding, likuyuschey midst of the crowd, Evelyn stood hand in hand with her husband, with a wreath in long silken hair and buketikom in his hand.
- Vsyakomu husband was the head of Christ, the wife of the head - the husband "(I Cor. 11: 3) - except for dowry, Earl gave the brother-in-law whip for education wife and daughter book -" A wife do not teach, nor to dominate over her husband, but be in silence "(I Tim. 2: 12)," Wives, obey your husbands as to the Lord, because the husband is the head of the wife "(Efes. 5: 22-23) In those days happened that flogging a young man his wife was part of the custom designed to show women their place, and explain who the family chief (legal right to flog her husband's wife remained in British law prior to the 20 century! Prim. interpreter)
In England in the old days of this kind to this kind of punishment used in the most noble and distinguished houses, but love Lord Oliver Huxley did not want to exercise this right.
- I swear the keys of St. Peter's - a young wife, husband announced his first oath - would be better to let my hand otsohnet and language taken away, as I strike you!
- Now our owner cease to trounce the tamarind switch - whisper the housemaids, in secret zhalevshuyu young lady, which all too often reach a flexible hazel.
Many guests were sitting at the table, lomivshimsya under the weight of delicious viands, however, they are not happy baron John Hauntena.
"I did not have ptichkoy polakomitsya - he thought, cup for cup dry up - well, yes nothing, it would still be my own!"
Nuts, neighbors gathered in the grove, Baron scrap fingers.
Many Cooks, hired on the occasion of the wedding, tried, as much as possible to vary the table. One captive French, and do so with home foreclosure and prizhivshiysya Castle, Lord, so cut and cook fatty pate and other normal food that they bought the extraordinary look and original flavor.
