In my dream last night I was in prison, locked in a single-person cell with a window that faced a closed-off courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard there was a whipping post, which was empty most of the time – a reminder of the fate that could befall any of the prisoners.
I dreamed about hearing shouts one morning, and rushing to the window to see what was going on. A young woman was being dragged to the post by two female guards. I didn’t know her, she was from a different part of the prison. I had no idea what she’d done to deserve this. But I hadn’t seen a prison whipping before, and so I was terribly curious. I watched her hands being tied to a ring at the top of the post. She was wearing a weird sort of gown that opened at the back, not part of the prison uniform, so presumably a special whipping gown; one of the guards yanked this open, baring the girl’s bottom and back. Another guard was standing by with a single-tail whip.
At this point I got very scared and shrunk back into the cell, so I didn’t see the whip fly forward; I just heard the girl scream and scream. It was rather scary; I put my hands over my ears, but her screams filtered through. She must have received about a dozen strokes; by the end of her punishment I was crying, and woke up in tears and quite upset.
Though now, looking back at the dream, I must admit I find it hot.