There was consternation, and the Judge Grant ordered proceedings halted, and he came up to Catherine, "My Lady," he said, "Can you find it in your heart to commute the sentence?"
"Indeed," she agreed, "My Husband and I shall adminiser the blows at a suitable rate nightly whilst the Lady fowler serves us." she thought, "Perhaps Francis might with advantage serve my pigs as I should hate for him to return from the Antipodes with a fortune."
"A wise and compassionate thought," the Judge agreed and then he returned to the stage, "In a spirit of compassion Lady Catherine has agreed that the lashes shall be applied at her home and in addition has petitioned that Mr Francis Fowler should be spared transportation and instead lashed in the place of his aforesaid mother and consigned to serve the pigs."
The mother was thus cut down and the Fowler son in turn brought up, the yokels lost interest but the maids became interested in their turn as his jacket and shirt were taken off before he was hung from the beam by a rope round his manacled hands, and then his breeches were hauled down and the first blow was administered across his left shoulder and then a second across his right shoulder, and he bore it stoically while ten or more blows were landed and then in the manner of such people he began to break down, but it was not until after the first twenty blows were laid and after the leather clad hangman acting as whips-man had rested and downed a pint of ale that the maids had their thrill.
It was as the whips-man began to whip the man's buttocks that the titter of laughter for as the blows landed so his manhood found the gap in his under breeches and reared through the gap though by many standards it was both short and fat it caused immense merriment, indeed Catherine turned to me and said "Ugh, revolting, but as the blows continued it reared obscenely and his visage reddened with embarrassment.
"Look,!" was the shout, taken up around the square, "Oh," some gasped, and then with a wicked sense of devilment the whips-man flashed the whip between Fowlers legs and deep into his loins and all at once his manhood became animated and spewed forth such a disgusting greyish substance, like three day old milk, that stout women fainted.
"To think I might have married that?" Catherine gasped, "I own six months in a pig sty was in all ways preferable."
But Fowler had collapsed upon buckling knees and with half the blows unadministered he was carried away senseless to the Gaol to recover before a further session a week hence.
Catherine and I stepped down among the first and we travelled home by carriage driven by the Mrs Sempter's coachman, whom hoped to find permanent employ with us and we joked about Fowler but Catherine was despondent although she remained stoical throughout but I sensed she was still unhappy and I asked about it.
"I want Father and Mother at my wedding," she said sadly. Now that I could never deliver
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