Into The Stocks !

"Oh, good choice. That's a great biography. You won't believe the life that poor woman's led !" Debbi and Carol were working the second hand book stall at the fete. All proceeds from the various stalls to be donated to charity by the company, an easy way to bolster their philanthropic image.

Even Diane didn't think it would be possible to keep Debbi in the stocks for the four hours that the fete was due to last and so it was decided that she would only be expected to be in there for half an hour or so towards the end of the afternoon. "Half an hour give or take" were Diane's exact words.

So it was that around three thirty, Aditty approached the book stall. "Ready when you are Debbi." "OK, let's get it over with" Debbi replied resignedly. "Break a leg" Carol called after her. Debbi had dressed down in a plain t-shirt and jeans, knowing there was a possibility of them getting splattered while she was in the stocks. She had been told that people would be throwing wet sponges but did not put it past Diane that something messier might be involved. As was usual for her at the weekend, she had not bothered to wear a bra.

A small queue had already begun to form around the low platform on which the stocks were erected. People had been intrigued by the sight throughout the afternoon and by the sign which read : 'Ye Olde Medieval Stocks - Wet Sponge Throw - £1 a throw to soak the lovely Debbi'

"Only a pound ?" said Debbi on reading the sign. "We can't be too greedy and we want to generate interest" Diane explained. "Well done Debbi, pleased to see you entering into the spirit of things as usual" said the M.D. who was passing. More people began to gather curiously as Debbi's head and wrists were placed in their slots on the stocks. She was bent slightly forward but it wasn't too uncomfortable, at least initially. As the top bar was locked into place however, she felt **** and constricted and a slight panic attack set in. "Right, we just need to fit your gag" said Diane. "Gag ?" Debbi cried. "Well you don't want all that manky water getting in your mouth do you ? You wouldn't be able to wipe it away" Diane explained reasonably. "Urgh, urgh, urgh" Debbi replied as Aditty fixed the ball gag in place.

"Roll up, roll up. Ye Olde Medieval Stocks. Only a pound a throw. Re-enact our heritage." Aditty began to bellow into the bull horn Stew had obtained.