Francine - Part 5
by Dr. Phil
This just couldn't be. No, it was impossible! This just couldn't be!
There before her was a low wooden stage that had been erected right in the
center of the town square, and beyond that was an enormous crowd! Hundreds of
people! Men! Women! Boys! Girls! It seemed as if the entire town was there. And
they were cheering!
Francine halted and looked pitifully at The Executioner.
"Mr. Palmer? Please, Mr. Palmer. I can't go up there right now. I...I have
to.. to go to the bathroom first."
"Now Francine, there's no use trying to delay the inevitable. I suggest you do
exactly as I say once we're up on that stage. Remember that I have the power to
add on more days to your sentence..." He let the threat hang.
"No, no really, Mr. Palmer. I have to...go. I mean I REALLY do have to go.
Please?"
The Executioner shook his head sadly.
"I'm sorry Francine. You should have thought of that sooner. I would have let
you go before we left the office, but it's too late now. Up we go, onto the
stage!"
Francine struggled frantically! "No I'm SERIOUS Mr. Palmer. Let me go to the
bathroom first. PLEASE!!"
The Executioner slapped her hard on her already flaming bottom, causing a tiny
shriek.
"Come on boys, help me get her up. Sorry Francine. Once you're on the stage,
well that's it. You're not coming down for anything. Let's go boys."
Francine whined and began crying as Jacob and William half dragged her up the
two steps and onto the platform. A huge cheer arose from the crowd. Francine
kept her wet eyes closed tightly. She could feel the sun on her naked body and a
gentle breeze tickled the tiny hairs on her bare skin. She heard the cheers and
wanted to crawl into a hole, but she was held fast in the grip of the two burly
young assitants.
"Open your eyes Francine. Come on, that's an order!" The Executioner said in a
soft but menacing tone.
Francine took a gulp of air and slowly opened her eyes... She was right,
there had to be well over a hundred people out there. No, over two hundred
people! Right in front she saw Josephine, the woman who had turned her in, and
Fred, her husband. Josephine had her lips pursed in disapproval, as if she had
just bitten into a lemon. Fred's eyes were as big as saucers!
All around she saw people that she knew. In fact, everybody that she knew
seemed to be there. Most were cheering. Children were laughing and pointing.
Girls were clustered together giggling. Men just leered hungrily.
"Attention! Attention please!" The Executioner shouted through a bullhorn.
"May I have your attention please!"
It took a few moments but the crowd finally quieted down. There was an
occasional outburst of giggling and a derisive snort or two, but for the most
part the crowd had quieted to hear the words of The Executioner.
"My fellow citizens. We are all here today as witnesses. We all know
Francine. Most of us have respected her and admired her for her character, her
modesty, and her forthrighteousness. We all held our tongues in Francine's
presence, and if anyone acted in an uncivil manner, we knew that Francine would
be the first to report their behaviour. Last year when Homer Schotl spent three
days in jail and was whipped on his back with 10 strokes of the cane it was
Francine who had reported him as drunk and using vulgar language in the presence
of a lady. Francine was a woman that we all looked up to and admired..."
He let those last words hang and appreciated the irony.
"That's why it came as such a shock to find her convicted of `Lewd and Immoral
Behavior'. Lewd and immoral? Francine? But there is no doubt to her crime and
her guilt. She was caught showing off parts of her body to tease and frustrate
one of our young boys!"
The crowd gasped and a general murmuring went up, then finally settled back
down.
"Can this be the first time she has done this to a young lad? I think not!
This was merely the first time that she was caught! How many others has she
teased? What pain has she put them through? Did she enjoy their suffering or
does she simply like showing off her body in order to tease?"
"Francine has been caught and convicted. Her judgment may seem like a harsh
one, but it is one that she deserves. A punishment that fits the crime.
Francine has been sentenced to be stripped naked and exposed and humiliated
here, before the entire town, for a period of no less than ten days."
A cheer began to swell from the crowd, but The Executioner held it down with
his hands.
"I will be placing Francine in different positions to display her in the most
complete fashion. This is supposed to be humiliating. This is supposed to be
punishment. This serves not only as a lesson to Francine, but also as a
reminder to all of our citizens that the law, our law, is just, and must be
obeyed."
With that he turned his back as the crowd began to applaud. Now both of the
fully clothed young assistants went to work tying up and displaying the naked
woman for maximum exposure. There was a gibbet on the platform, which consisted
of an upright post and an overhead horizontal beam. Attached to the underside of
the beam was an iron ring. It was through this ring that the rope which held
Francine's tied wrists was strung. Jacob pulled down on his end of the rope
until Francine's tied arms were lifted straight up above her head.
William bent and placed leather straps around each of Francine's trim ankles.
Each strap had a ring through which a rope was fed and then pulled outwards and
attached to a ring on the floor of the stage. The ropes were pulled taught until
Francine's legs were widely separated, and then tied off to hold them that way.
Her feet were about three feet apart, which was sufficient to cause the outer
lips of her hairless vagina to pull open, revealing the soft pinkness within.
Jacob then stretched his arms upward and swung the horizontal beam of the gibbet
a few inches forward and then back. This setup was very well planned and the
young men were able to precisely adjust the position of Francine's raised arms
to assure tht her breasts were both pulled upward, and thrust outwards,
seemingly in invitation to the boisterous crowd.
When they were satisfied that the exposure was perfect they secured all of the
ropes with multiple knots, then stepped back to admire their handiwork.
It was wonderful! Deliciously naked female flesh presented for the viewing
pleasure of every red-blooded male in the audience, and for the scorn of every
female. Nature may have caused Francine's breasts to sag slightly, but her
raised arms helped to lift them right out, and the precise positioning caused
them to jut out. Her large hard pink nipples seemed to just beg for touching.
Her spread legs and shaved sex allowed the most intimate folds to be revealed in
their glistening pinkness. And, what was that? Yes! Even the little clitoris
could be seen making an appearance, peeking out from beneath its hood, straining
outwards towards the crowd as if to say `hello'.
(end of part 5)
