Francine - Part 6
by Dr. Phil
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'...
Francine looked out helplessly as the crowd seemed to surge closer for a
better look at her. She'd read stories of slaves being displayed on a platform
at an auction and shuddered at how humiliating that might be, but nothing could
have prepared her for what she was feeling now! She felt more exposed than she
ever thought was humanly possible.
Her limbs were stretched, not tightly, but enough to thrust her body towards
the crowd, openly, almost in invitation, with no secrets unrevealed. The most
shameful part of all, however, was that her sex seemed to be responding to this
humiliation. Try as she could to deny it, to avoid it, her treacherous body was
betraying her. Somewhere deep inside was a wickedness that was arousing her,
strumming her, causing her nipples to harden into points till they ached. She
could feel the hunger within her open vagina. She could feel the thrumming in
her clitoris...
She knew it was revealed to her audience, shamefully announcing her need, and
she looked at the raw lust in the eyes of the men who gaped at her, some
open-mouthed in awe, some unconsciously licking their lips. All of them aching
themselves, she knew, for her... for what she was displaying, and it caused her
to shudder in near-climax. The shame came from the fact that, even though she
knew it was wrong, she couldn't stop her body from responding, and they all knew
it now. And HE knew it! He knew he had her. She began to tremble.
On top of all this was the building terror of her full bladder. She could feel
the need for that release becoming stronger. What would she do? Surely she
couldn't last all day! Would he let her down? What would she do if he didn't???
The pressure in her bladder caused her to clench her hips. Her sex contracted
slightly. More obvious was her bottom cheeks, which noticeably clenched, held
and shook a little, only to release and clench up again in the age old "trying
to hold it" squirm.
A group of spectators had moved behind the stage so they could get a better
look at Francine from the rear. She heard laughter and comments about her red
bottom.
"Look! Her bottom looks like... Good Lord! It looks like she's been spanked!"
Word rumbled around and more people wanted to see if it could possibly be
true. Some young girls shrieked loudly and then broke down into uncontrollable
giggles as they pointed and yelled out to others to come and see Francine's red
bottom.
"Come look! She's been spanked! Really!! We're not kidding! Her rear end is
all red and pink!"
Francine was mortified, but her bladder wouldn't let her stop the bottom
clenching.
"M-M-Mister Palmer... PLEASE!!!" she implored "PLEASE!"
The Executioner stepped closer to Francine and said "Yes Francine? What do you
want?"
"P-Please, Mr. Palmer. I have to go! I really have to go. Really bad!"
"No, I'm sorry Francine. You can't go just yet. You'll have to wait."
"Oh God. I can't wait much longer." I h-have to go."
"I told you, not yet!" The Executioner stated with mild exasperation, tinged
with wry humor.
"In fact, if you lose control and relieve yourself before I give you
permission I will add one more day onto your sentence. So just hold it and be
patient."
"Oh, please Mr. Palmer. Do something quick. PLEASE??"
"Francine, it'll be good having you hold it for awhile. You know why? Because
you look so delightful squirming like that. I think you should stay like that
for awhile."
It was true. Francine had now progressed from cheek clenching to squirming.
She couldn't close her legs together. All she could do was wiggle and squirm,
doing her best to hold it in. Her breasts began jiggling with her squirming. The
crowd could see that something was going on. Her hips began rotating and her
breasts were now bouncing up and down as much as they could with her arms tied
above her head. The rouge-pink nipples caught the mens' eyes as they circled and
bounced in her discomfort. Those with a rear view saw her hips moving around and
around in circles, punctuated with clenching and shaking.
"They don't know that you have to pee, Francine!" The Executioner teased.
"They're watching your delightful little bunny hop dance and jiggle, and they
must think that you're enjoying yourself up here!"
Indeed, Francine could hear some of the women shout with disgust:
"Look at her! She's all excited!"
"She's putting on a show for the men!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Look at her jiggling around! Shaking that red bottom of hers."
"No wonder he had to spank her. I'd like to spank her myself! That'd teach her
a lesson about humility."
"It's obvious she hasn't learned her lesson yet. Mr. Palmer's been too easy on
her!"
Francine sobbed with shame. Her teeth chattered with the need to relieve
herself. "PLEASE Mr. Palmer. PLEASE!!!"
The crowd was buzzing and cheering. Girls were laughing. Boys were looking
wistfully, poking each other in the ribs and pointing. Women were outraged. Men,
for the most part, just licked their lips and stared at the spectacle before
them.
"No Francine. Not yet..."
(end of part 6)
