"Let’s bring history to life!"

“Thanks for doing this, Roxy. I’m sure they’ll be safe in your capable hands.”

“Don’t mention it,” says Roxy, dressed in a reasonable approximation of 17th-century Puritan garb. In addition to running the Peach Pit, she also happens to be vice-president of the Waxford Historical Society. “I’ve wanted to do this for years. Are you ready, Gretchen?”

“Ready when you are,” says Gretchen, sitting behind the wheel of the golf cart in the Peach Pit parking lot. Kitty, Beth and Lily are standing behind the cart, their hands tied to its rear bumper, vocally complaining as the assembled lesbian bikers tease them about their predicament. “So we’re doing a big slow lap of the entire town, correct?”

“That’s right. Straight down all the main roads, just like they did it in the days of old. One public humiliation of three wanton boyfriend-stealing stumpets, coming right up.”

“It was totally worth it, you… OW!” Kitty jumps as you lash her pert ass with the leather flogger. You’ve been doing it all morning. You smile at her as she scowls at you, and give Beth’s plump jiggly posterior a surprise smack, just to keep the curvy blonde on her toes.

“So where are you guys going?” asks Roxy.

“On a little adventure. I can’t tell you all the details. I’m not sure when we’ll be back,” says Meg, accepting the flogger from you and taking her turn to belabour the bare buttocks of her three blushing best friends, who shout insults at her as they try to wriggle out of the way. “We’ll stay to watch the beginning of this, though. Um… what exactly is about to happen?”

“Variation on an old punishment.” Gretchen has Ye Bigge Booke Of Publicke Humiliatione on the passenger seat of the golf cart, bookmarked in several places. “Puritan women who spoke out of turn were stripped naked and whipped at the cart’s tail around the whole town! More or less. This book’s full of great ideas. We might try tar and feathering later.”

“This is absolutely not cool, you guys.” Beth stomps her feet and glares at you, adorable anger in her blue eyes and a pout on her pretty face. She realizes you’re watching her breasts jiggle, and glares some more, but there’s nothing she can do to stop your gaze creeping eagerly over her naked body. Like Kitty and Lily, she’s wearing nothing but shoes.

“I think it’s pretty cool,” says Meg, giving her another taste of the flogger before handing it over to Roxy. The girls’ bottoms are already striped red, and today’s torment hasn’t even properly begun. “Hit the gas, Gretchen! Let’s bring history to life!”