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. . . . . . . Both Ways
It's a bright, crisp October day. I'm visiting Raymond at his father's small farm in rural Ohio, and the Ohio State-Penn State football game is on TV. Ray and I have a private bet on the game -- if Ohio State wins then Ray gets to hang me 'till I pass out, but if Penn State wins then I get to have Ray do my bidding for a week.
As it turns out, Penn State wins by a field goal late in the fourth quarter! Ray and his family groan even as I cheer. (I'll enjoy ordering Ray around, but I almost wish I could have it both ways.)
"Okay, dear, what will you have me do first?" asks Ray. "Polish my car, " I reply, "I'm going into town to celebrate tonight -- alone." Ray's dad's farm is close to the county seat of Throckton, and going in tonight isn't wise for a Pennsylvanian -- as Ray tries to persuade me. "You don't know how serious Midwesterners are about their football," he says. But I have a plan -- something special in mind.
Seven o'clock comes around, and it's really dark out here in the country. I hop in my car (I drove us to Ohio), kiss Ray goodbye and drive off down the farm roads. All will be quiet in town by the time I get there, and it will be very dark away from the few street lights -- except the one place I'm going.
In front of the new county office buildings just on the edge of the seemingly deserted town, a spotlight illuminates the county, state and American flags which fly all night. I get to the base of the flagpole unseen, and quickly haul them down. It's the state flag, pennant-shaped, that I'm after! I get it off the halyard and into my car.
Speeding off, I see in my rearview mirror a distant teenager, putting his cellphone to his ear -- however, I'm so far away he couldn't possibly have gotten my license number. I'll get away with this!
But I'm only halfway back to Ray's dad's before a county sheriff's car comes up behind me, and another cuts across my path ahead. I pull over -- this will mean a hefty fine! But I'm arrested, of course.
When I ask how they'd found me, the deputy replies, "It wasn't hard, miss. The boy of course recognized the colors of your license plate, and most folks 'round here know that Ray's dad was having a guest from Pennsylvania this weekend. I'm sorry, but you're in a lot of trouble, miss." (Just for stealing a flag, I wonder?)
Ray has a very glum face when he sees me. And he has a stern-looking lawyer with him as well. Together they break the bad news -- in Ohio, by long unbreakable tradition, stealing the state flag after a Big Ten football game is a death penalty offense! And I was seen by a witness, and caught with the flag!
Still, the lawyer says, although the verdict is obvious and the sentence mandatory, we can hope from clemency from the Governor of Ohio.
-----
My lawyer, a very well-connected Republican, makes inquiries on Sunday. But by Monday, the Governor's informal reply is back. "Basically," my lawyer relates, "the Governor said he'd have to be a complete fool to to outrage Columbus if not the whole state in an election year."
Although the outcome is now certain, he vows to fight my case to the end.
-----
But that night I think it over. Early Tuesday morning I decide to take my fate into my own hands.
Summoning my lawyer, I tell him I'll plead guilty and take my punishment -- as long as I can choose the details, and it can be carried out by next Saturday.
"How do you intend to go?" asks my lawyer.
"I intend to hang!" I reply.
-----
My lawyer takes my offer forward. By that afternoon, the reply is back: "Agreed, as long as it is a slow hanging."
"Of course!" I exclaim.
-----
Ray is very upset by this turn of events. "I'd rather we tried to find a way out of this," he requests.
"I understand, but there was going to be no out," I reply. "This way I can be buried where I want, not in some prison yard where you can't come visit me. In any event you are under my orders for a week, and you will be my hangman!"
-----
By Ohio law, I can only be buried where I am executed, so cemetaries and non-prison public properties are impractical. Ray confers with his dad, and gets agreement to have the gallows erected on the farm. Relating the "good" news, Ray spends late Wednesday and early Thursday on the tractor mowing the property even as workmen swarm to erect a scaffold in the center of the field. I spend these days writing, and having a dress and shoes driven out to me and preparing them.
Friday, of course, the county officials and Ray spend practicing my hanging.
Friday night I have a normal dinner (I have requested a light salad and fruit for Saturday lunch, my last meal). Ray is with me. Immediate members of my family will be allowed to visit my cell tonight. Ray and I joke about the many hangings he's already put me through. At my insistence he promises to enjoy this one too, as much as he can.
I don't expect to enjoy it though. Outwardly ever the lady, inside I am a bundle of nerves. I dread the morrow like none before!
-----
Very early Saturday morning they come to take me to the farm. I am ready, dressed in a red skirt with matching print top, a thin black belt and clear sandals. Tear-drop earrings and a pearl necklace complete my ensemble. A last photo is taken.
Our convoy winds out through town to the farm roads, which are busy today, and eventually we pull into the gravel driveway. Parked cars already fill the side fields and from afar I can just spy the gallows, with a crowd forming around it. As I am helped out of the minivan, news reporters and photographers record my every step.
I am taken into the small farmhouse and to the largest bedroom, which is adjacent to the bath. There I am left alone, except for a wardress at the open door, to compose myself. I use the time to re-read my will and sign it. Ray is allowed to join me for the last half-hour, and I weep briefly on his shoulder before kissing him.
-----
Promptly at noon Ray escorts me to the kitchen for lunch -- then he leaves to change and prepare to execute me. The salad is crisp and tasty and the fruit delectable, but I manage only a few mouthfulls.
Now it is time for my last walk. My wrists are bound behind me, and with the Sheriff leading and the chaplain following, we exit the house, re-enter the minivan and in it drive to the largest field -- followed closely by a pickup truck with a coffin.
It isn't a long drive across the field to the scaffold, but the respectful country folks in the crowd are vastly outnumbered by people up from the city and college students down from Ohio State. As I leave the van their shouts and jeers stretch my nerves. Hardest to ignore, as I pass by them on my way to the scaffold, is a group of co-eds who loudly comment on the trepidation evident in my eyes.
Climbing the steps, I can see my family and Ray's family in front with long looks on their faces. Reaching the top I find Ray waiting, dressed all in black including his half-hood. I greet him, and he leans over for a lingering, final kiss. Then he takes my arm and gently guides me to stand centered on the scaffold, and directly under the gallows and its waiting noose.
Ray stands beside me, and pulls the noose down to loop it over my head. He cinches the knot down under my ear, then he steps back. After a moment, I feel a tug as he takes up the slack.
The chaplain finishes his final words, and steps back. There is a long moment of silence, as the crowd before me stands transfixed. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Sheriff nod -- then hear a creak behind me.
"WHAP!" The trapdoor drops out from under my feet!
-----
I am jerked to a stop after only a few inches, and as the noose clamps down on my throat the crowd lets out a roar.
Immediately I start kicking, desperately searching for the ground so far below. But even as the rope digs painfully into my neck, I feel that familiar excitement beginning!
As I turn on the rope, I can see the co-eds snickering as I do my penance before them (one even taunting me by noosing another girl's neck!). Most of the on-lookers are rejoicing or throw angry looks at me. In the distance beside the trees at the end of the field, workmen with shovels have paused in digging a fresh grave and are watching me be hanged.
In under a minute I run out of air, my fear turns into panic and I begin to struggle in earnest! Now I writhe and twist as I strangle. I hear the young men yell, "Swing for us!", but oddly this only further turns me on. Enjoy my dance, bastards.
Ray has come up to stand to my side. His eyes are unreadable under the hood, but the bulge in his pants is unmistakeable. I imagine him cutting me down and then engorging me.
But as my vision reddens, I know my time on this earth is growing short.
The crowd senses it too, as the cheering has begun. I start to buck my legs, straining to get one more gasp of air. The TV news cameras broadcast my embarrassment as my skirt rides up to my waist.
All my thrashing has brought me to a fever pitch. Suddenly my pussy melts and a huge orgasm explodes over me! Flushed with enjoyment, and totally exhausted, I cease struggling and dangle limply.
The buzzing in my ears becomes very loud, my vision darkens. My next to last thought, "I will be buried here and Ray will come visit me..."
I hear a phone ring in the distance. Suddenly there is a great commotion behind me. Quickly there are men holding me up by my arms, then wood beneath my feet! And Ray is in front of me, his hood gone, his fingers frantically loosening the constricting hangman's knot.
As I cough and he fumbles, he explains: my lawyer really was well-connected. The President of the United States has called! I am pardoned! (In a daze, I think that it is a good thing that He is not running for re-election this year!)
-----
In the end, I don't get to keep the flag but I got my wish -- and lived to tell about it. The gallows is removed, and the law changed to a misdemeanor. Many years pass before I see the farm again -- still with Ray.
. . . . . . . Both Ways
It's a bright, crisp October day. I'm visiting Raymond at his father's small farm in rural Ohio, and the Ohio State-Penn State football game is on TV. Ray and I have a private bet on the game -- if Ohio State wins then Ray gets to hang me 'till I pass out, but if Penn State wins then I get to have Ray do my bidding for a week.
As it turns out, Penn State wins by a field goal late in the fourth quarter! Ray and his family groan even as I cheer. (I'll enjoy ordering Ray around, but I almost wish I could have it both ways.)
"Okay, dear, what will you have me do first?" asks Ray. "Polish my car, " I reply, "I'm going into town to celebrate tonight -- alone." Ray's dad's farm is close to the county seat of Throckton, and going in tonight isn't wise for a Pennsylvanian -- as Ray tries to persuade me. "You don't know how serious Midwesterners are about their football," he says. But I have a plan -- something special in mind.
Seven o'clock comes around, and it's really dark out here in the country. I hop in my car (I drove us to Ohio), kiss Ray goodbye and drive off down the farm roads. All will be quiet in town by the time I get there, and it will be very dark away from the few street lights -- except the one place I'm going.
In front of the new county office buildings just on the edge of the seemingly deserted town, a spotlight illuminates the county, state and American flags which fly all night. I get to the base of the flagpole unseen, and quickly haul them down. It's the state flag, pennant-shaped, that I'm after! I get it off the halyard and into my car.
Speeding off, I see in my rearview mirror a distant teenager, putting his cellphone to his ear -- however, I'm so far away he couldn't possibly have gotten my license number. I'll get away with this!
But I'm only halfway back to Ray's dad's before a county sheriff's car comes up behind me, and another cuts across my path ahead. I pull over -- this will mean a hefty fine! But I'm arrested, of course.
When I ask how they'd found me, the deputy replies, "It wasn't hard, miss. The boy of course recognized the colors of your license plate, and most folks 'round here know that Ray's dad was having a guest from Pennsylvania this weekend. I'm sorry, but you're in a lot of trouble, miss." (Just for stealing a flag, I wonder?)
Ray has a very glum face when he sees me. And he has a stern-looking lawyer with him as well. Together they break the bad news -- in Ohio, by long unbreakable tradition, stealing the state flag after a Big Ten football game is a death penalty offense! And I was seen by a witness, and caught with the flag!
Still, the lawyer says, although the verdict is obvious and the sentence mandatory, we can hope from clemency from the Governor of Ohio.
-----
My lawyer, a very well-connected Republican, makes inquiries on Sunday. But by Monday, the Governor's informal reply is back. "Basically," my lawyer relates, "the Governor said he'd have to be a complete fool to to outrage Columbus if not the whole state in an election year."
Although the outcome is now certain, he vows to fight my case to the end.
-----
But that night I think it over. Early Tuesday morning I decide to take my fate into my own hands.
Summoning my lawyer, I tell him I'll plead guilty and take my punishment -- as long as I can choose the details, and it can be carried out by next Saturday.
"How do you intend to go?" asks my lawyer.
"I intend to hang!" I reply.
-----
My lawyer takes my offer forward. By that afternoon, the reply is back: "Agreed, as long as it is a slow hanging."
"Of course!" I exclaim.
-----
Ray is very upset by this turn of events. "I'd rather we tried to find a way out of this," he requests.
"I understand, but there was going to be no out," I reply. "This way I can be buried where I want, not in some prison yard where you can't come visit me. In any event you are under my orders for a week, and you will be my hangman!"
-----
By Ohio law, I can only be buried where I am executed, so cemetaries and non-prison public properties are impractical. Ray confers with his dad, and gets agreement to have the gallows erected on the farm. Relating the "good" news, Ray spends late Wednesday and early Thursday on the tractor mowing the property even as workmen swarm to erect a scaffold in the center of the field. I spend these days writing, and having a dress and shoes driven out to me and preparing them.
Friday, of course, the county officials and Ray spend practicing my hanging.
Friday night I have a normal dinner (I have requested a light salad and fruit for Saturday lunch, my last meal). Ray is with me. Immediate members of my family will be allowed to visit my cell tonight. Ray and I joke about the many hangings he's already put me through. At my insistence he promises to enjoy this one too, as much as he can.
I don't expect to enjoy it though. Outwardly ever the lady, inside I am a bundle of nerves. I dread the morrow like none before!
-----
Very early Saturday morning they come to take me to the farm. I am ready, dressed in a red skirt with matching print top, a thin black belt and clear sandals. Tear-drop earrings and a pearl necklace complete my ensemble. A last photo is taken.
Our convoy winds out through town to the farm roads, which are busy today, and eventually we pull into the gravel driveway. Parked cars already fill the side fields and from afar I can just spy the gallows, with a crowd forming around it. As I am helped out of the minivan, news reporters and photographers record my every step.
I am taken into the small farmhouse and to the largest bedroom, which is adjacent to the bath. There I am left alone, except for a wardress at the open door, to compose myself. I use the time to re-read my will and sign it. Ray is allowed to join me for the last half-hour, and I weep briefly on his shoulder before kissing him.
-----
Promptly at noon Ray escorts me to the kitchen for lunch -- then he leaves to change and prepare to execute me. The salad is crisp and tasty and the fruit delectable, but I manage only a few mouthfulls.
Now it is time for my last walk. My wrists are bound behind me, and with the Sheriff leading and the chaplain following, we exit the house, re-enter the minivan and in it drive to the largest field -- followed closely by a pickup truck with a coffin.
It isn't a long drive across the field to the scaffold, but the respectful country folks in the crowd are vastly outnumbered by people up from the city and college students down from Ohio State. As I leave the van their shouts and jeers stretch my nerves. Hardest to ignore, as I pass by them on my way to the scaffold, is a group of co-eds who loudly comment on the trepidation evident in my eyes.
Climbing the steps, I can see my family and Ray's family in front with long looks on their faces. Reaching the top I find Ray waiting, dressed all in black including his half-hood. I greet him, and he leans over for a lingering, final kiss. Then he takes my arm and gently guides me to stand centered on the scaffold, and directly under the gallows and its waiting noose.
Ray stands beside me, and pulls the noose down to loop it over my head. He cinches the knot down under my ear, then he steps back. After a moment, I feel a tug as he takes up the slack.
The chaplain finishes his final words, and steps back. There is a long moment of silence, as the crowd before me stands transfixed. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Sheriff nod -- then hear a creak behind me.
"WHAP!" The trapdoor drops out from under my feet!
-----
I am jerked to a stop after only a few inches, and as the noose clamps down on my throat the crowd lets out a roar.
Immediately I start kicking, desperately searching for the ground so far below. But even as the rope digs painfully into my neck, I feel that familiar excitement beginning!
As I turn on the rope, I can see the co-eds snickering as I do my penance before them (one even taunting me by noosing another girl's neck!). Most of the on-lookers are rejoicing or throw angry looks at me. In the distance beside the trees at the end of the field, workmen with shovels have paused in digging a fresh grave and are watching me be hanged.
In under a minute I run out of air, my fear turns into panic and I begin to struggle in earnest! Now I writhe and twist as I strangle. I hear the young men yell, "Swing for us!", but oddly this only further turns me on. Enjoy my dance, bastards.
Ray has come up to stand to my side. His eyes are unreadable under the hood, but the bulge in his pants is unmistakeable. I imagine him cutting me down and then engorging me.
But as my vision reddens, I know my time on this earth is growing short.
The crowd senses it too, as the cheering has begun. I start to buck my legs, straining to get one more gasp of air. The TV news cameras broadcast my embarrassment as my skirt rides up to my waist.
All my thrashing has brought me to a fever pitch. Suddenly my pussy melts and a huge orgasm explodes over me! Flushed with enjoyment, and totally exhausted, I cease struggling and dangle limply.
The buzzing in my ears becomes very loud, my vision darkens. My next to last thought, "I will be buried here and Ray will come visit me..."
I hear a phone ring in the distance. Suddenly there is a great commotion behind me. Quickly there are men holding me up by my arms, then wood beneath my feet! And Ray is in front of me, his hood gone, his fingers frantically loosening the constricting hangman's knot.
As I cough and he fumbles, he explains: my lawyer really was well-connected. The President of the United States has called! I am pardoned! (In a daze, I think that it is a good thing that He is not running for re-election this year!)
-----
In the end, I don't get to keep the flag but I got my wish -- and lived to tell about it. The gallows is removed, and the law changed to a misdemeanor. Many years pass before I see the farm again -- still with Ray.
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