Francine - Part 10
by Dr. Phil
When she was finished she hung her head low, exhausted, breathing heavily.
From the corner of her eye she saw The Executioner approach. She looked up at
him as he spoke to Jacob and William:
"Okay boys, clean her up again. Time for a new position..."
Once again Jacob and William pulled out the mop and bucket and began wiping
down Francine and mopping the wooden stage. Francine stayed put, still breathing
heavily from her ordeal. Her body gave occasional tremors as she stared blankly
out at the excited crowd. The Executioner took a few more photographs. Francine
briefly wondered what he was going to do with all of those pictures, but quickly
put it out of her mind when she noticed his assistants untying her arms and
moving her to a new position.
The box was about three feet high and sanded smooth on all sides. The top was
about a foot and a half wide and two and a half feet long. They placed it so
that the longer side was facing the front of the stage, and the crowd.
After she was untied, William picked her up in his strong arms, cradling her
like a baby, and placed her on the top of the box. At first she tried to sit up,
but William gently but insistently pushed her upper body back so she was lying
on her back. Her head was on the top surface but the box ended at the small of
her back, and her feet dangled over the end, facing the noisy crowd. William
held her down that way while Jacob grabbed one of her legs and began to lift it
up and back, bending her knee. Suddenly Francine knew what her next position
would be...
No. It couldn't be. Even after all she had been through, they couldn't
POSSIBLY be preparing her the way it seemed...
"No-no-no-no Noooooo!" she shook her head in denial, but the strong young
hands of the assistant made the intention quite clear as he continued bending
her leg back till it was nearly touching her breast. Once it was folded back he
swung it out sideways. He held it there while he placed a small piece of rawhide
around her lower thigh, right at her knee. He pulled the rope down and tied it
off to a small handle on the side of the box. Then he walked around and did the
same to her other leg, attaching it to the handle on that side.
As he was tying off her other leg Francine began thrashing her head back and
forth from side to side:
"No. No. No. No. No..." she repeated over and over, shocked at what they were
doing to her. Jacob pulled each of her arms down to the side and tied them to
rings on the side.
"No. No. No!!!" she wailed. No woman should ever be placed on display like
this! No matter what her crime! Her knees were not tightly tied, so she could
move them, but there was not enough slack to let her straighten her legs out
more than an inch or two, or to close her knees. Francine realized the position
she was in, and what a sight she must be...
Turkey position! She was presented like a big plucked turkey. Her head and
neck were supported on the top surface of the box, but her round hips were
hanging over the front edge, lifted a few inches, and spread wide! The soles of
her bare feet pointed out at the gasping crowd. Her shaved vagina was spread
obscenely open, and the position pulled open her pink inner folds. Once again
her clitoris was standing up straight and alone, poking out and up as if it were
standing up and looking at all of the people staring at it. Her anus was pulled
open and the soft breeze tickled her there, feeling cool.
Francine's beautiful gray hair was now matted with sweat against her forehead
as she shook in her bonds. Her plump little belly bulged up slightly between her
spread thighs and her breasts were flattened out against her chest. The two
cheeks of her bottom were round and split like a pink peach, hanging there like
an offering, tantalizing the men in the crowd.
Gasps shot out from the crowd, along with nervous giggling. "Oh my Lord!"
could be heard from the women. "How can she stand being shown that way? I'd
simply die!!"
Francine simply died of shame right then and there. Her face and neck and
chest turned a bright red, even redder than the cheeks of her bottom. She sobbed
and shook her head from side to side as she listened to the comments of her
friends and neighbors. She could only imagine how obscene she looked, spread
that way. Her clitoris felt as if it were three inches long, stiff and dark red,
shamelessly poking out from the folds that should normally have hidden it away.
William gently placed his muscular arm around the back of her neck and tilted
her head upright. In his other hand he held a large tumbler of water with a
straw in it.
"Drink up, Francine. Mister Palmer doesn't want you to dehydrate out here.
Then he placed his lips closer to her ear and whispered: "And you're going to
put on a lovely show for us!"
Francine refused the straw as she tried to twist her head away. All of a
sudden she felt a sharp pain on her right bottom cheek, like the stink of a
hornet, and a loud "SLAP" could be heard.
"Oh!!" she jumped, then watched as The Executioner delivered a similar slap to
her other bottom cheek.
"Owww!!"
"Drink up, Francine, or I'll spank you the rest of the afternoon and into the
night."
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"
"Owwwwwww!" she twisted and writhed, but eventually she accepted the straw
between her lips and began sucking down the cool water.
"SLAP!"
"More Francine. Keep drinking till it's all gone."
"SLAP!"
Francine quickly sucked all of the water down. The William offered her more
of it. She gulped that down too and then William gently laid her head back down
on the table.
Francine could peer out over her little belly, between her legs, and see the
crowd. There was spontaneous laughter and a few shouts from the young boys.
Another two hours and six glasses of water later and Francine was once again
squirming with the need to relieve herself.
During that time she was constantly touched and teased by Jacob and William.
Some of the citizens were allowed to come up on stage to get a closer look and
have a few words with her. Comments of "Slut" and "Whore" and "You're getting
exactly what you deserve!" were hurled down at her from the angered faces of
several of her neighbors. Others simply stared down at her and smiled smugly,
moving on with little derisive snorts and giggles.
Francine began squirming her hips helplessly on the table. She needed to pee
very badly now. The crowd cheered as they watched her twist and gyrate on the
table. She squirmed so beautifully! Her bare feet were moving in little circles
with her toes clenching and unclenching. Her knees moved up and down like tiny
strokes of a bird's wings. Her hips were lifted off the table and squirmed
around, trying to hold her bladder. Eventually she began pleading to be allowed
to urinate.
"Please, Mister Palmer! I need to relieve myself. Please!"
"I don't understand. Do you need to pee?"
"Yes. Yes I do. Please!"
"Then say it. Say you need to PEE" and he emphasized the last word. "Say it
loud so everybody can hear you."
"Ple-eee-eese! I need to PEEEEE!".
"Louder Francine. We can't hear you back here!" shouted a gruff man's voice
from the middle of the crowd. This was followed by much laughter from the
audience.
"PLEASE! I need to PEEEEEE. Oh Please..." This was greeted with laughter and
merriment.
The Executioner looked at Francine.
"I'll let you pee in... hmmm... 15 minutes, Francine."
"Nooo! I need to go NOW! I need to go NOW!!" pleaded Francine.
"But you're wiggling so delightfully Francine. Surely you don't want me to
deny your friends such a lovely sight! And we're going to make things a bit more
interesting."
William opened a small drawer on the back of the box and took out three long
feathers.
"Now for the REAL show!" he said to Francine. He gave feathers to Jacob and
The Executioner and the three of them bent to their work...
William began tickling her ears and ear lobes with his feather, while Jacob
went to work on the soles of her feet.
"Now remember, Francine. If you pee before I allow you to, I will add another
day to your punishment."
With that, The Executioner bent over and began very delicately brushing his
feather over Francine's helplessly protruding clitoris. Around and around and
across the top, teasing at it over and over while Francine gasped and gyrated.
Faced with this onslaught it was nearly impossible for her to continue holding
her bladder, but somehow she did. She must! She squirmed and writhed. She lifted
her hips up as far as they would go and began shaking them back and forth,
trying to escape the feather.
William occasionally moved his feather from her ear lobes to her nose, and
then down to her rouged nipples. For him it was a smorgasbord of delightful
targets. Jacob moved from foot to foot, tickling her soles and toes, drawing
some of her best reactions from the very center of her sensitive soles.
"Five more minutes, Francine. Keep holding it." The Executioner warned as he
relentless teased her poor unfortunate clitoris. It had nowhere to hide. She was
wide open and the little thing was a perfect target. Francine moaned and writhed
in indescribable torment, but she held her bladder.
The crowd cheered and clapped and urged the three tormentors on.
Jacob and William needed no urging. They were having the time of their lives.
Both remembered Francine from when they were little boys. How prim and proper
she was! How she loved to lecture the boys about their bad behavior and
humiliate them. How she loved to grab young William by the ear and twist it as
she lectured him about his conduct. How she loved to tell his mother about any
little misdeed that he or his young friends would commit, taunting them about
the licking they would get from their parents when she told them. And she always
told on them. Always.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...." sobbed Francine. She had died of shame and now
she was in hell. Tormented beyond belief. The need to release her bladder. The
need to stop the tickling. The need to... to orgasm! All her needs were denied
and she shook her hips and thrashed her breasts from side to side.
"Now, Francine."
"Wh-what?" she gasped.
"Now, Francine. You can pee now," said her chief tormentor quietly.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" All three jumped back out of the way as
Francine humped her hips as high up as she could and let loose with an enormous
fountain of urine. Up, up it went as the crowd gasped and laughed. The spray
reached its peak and then sprinkled down on the still peeing naked body of
Francine. She humped her hips upward and yelled like an animal as she continued
peeing upwards.
"My God!" gasped a woman near the front as she realized what was happening.
"She's.. she's.. she's orgasming as she's peeing!"
As unbelievable as this sounded, that's exactly what Francine was doing. Of
all the shame that she had been put through during the day, this was the low
point. Francine grunted and groaned as she spasmed in orgasm and sprayed her
urine high into the air before the unbelieving crowd. When it finally ended she
collapsed back down on top of the box and panted heavily and noisily. She began
to catch her breath and that's when she heard it. It began slowly then turned
into a thunderous ovation as people clapped and cheered. The whistles and
catcalls told her in no uncertain terms that everyone there knew exactly what
had happened. They'd seen her orgasm as she publicly released her bladder in
front of the whole town. Once again, for at least the tenth time so far that
day, Francine died of shame.
They say that there's no rest for the wicked, and there was no rest that day
for the wicked Francine. They didn't bother to wash her down this time but
instead immediately started filling her up with water again. The next two hours
were more of the same, except that they began teasing her with the feathers
again almost immediately. Several times they stopped to touch up her nipples
with more rouge, or to touch up her bottom with more smacks from their hands.
All the time they kept making her drink more water.
While this was going on the townspeople began collecting wood and brush and
building a huge bonfire. With the coming of evening the town square took on a
festival atmosphere with vendors selling food items and balloons and
noisemakers. A drummer and a fiddler began playing music and children ran around
playing and yelling. On the stage, still tied atop her little wooden box,
Francine squirmed the evening away. Begging.
The bonfire was lit and huge flames licked the sky. Young boys gathered around
the stage gawking at Francine and making bragging statements about how THEY
would certainly make her squirm! Girls giggled. Men laughed and sang songs. Most
women were just mad at Francine, but a few couldn't help calling out to her
about how she looked. The dried urine was making her itch and as if all that
wasn't bad enough, she had to pee again. It was getting real bad and as The
Executioner saw the telltale signs of squirming, he insisted that she drink more
water.
Word went out that the "fountain" was ready to spray again. The musicians
played a gay song and people began crowding around the stage once again. The
squirming was the best part and nobody wanted to miss it. William and Jacob had
turned their feathers over to a couple of teenaged boys who were having a grand
time with Francine's nipples and feet. One or the other would occasionally get
in a few swipes at the protruding clitoris, but for the most part they avoided
that magic little digit. As if resentful of being ignored, it seemed to stick up
even higher, as if to call attention to itself... as if begging for an
occasional touch of the feathers.
Francine began bucking her hips again and pleading for permission to pee. The
Executioner noted her use of the word with satisfaction and told her she could
relieve herself in 15 minutes. As Francine moaned through clenched teeth The
Executioner turned to face the audience, addressing them in a loud clear voice.
"Friends and neighbors. Thank you for being here today to help in the
punishment of Francine. Believe me when I say that your presence here has made
this a truly remarkable punishment indeed. We all have to make a choice every
day of our lives. A choice to live as respectable human beings and good
citizens, or to give in to baser instincts and act like wanton animals. Francine
decided that she wanted to give in to her lusts. She didn't want to be
respectable, so we have taken that away from her."
"The judge has sentenced Francine to a minimum of 10 days punishment and
exposure. While I'm sure she has enjoyed all the attention she has received
today, it is impractical to keep her here like this, day and night, for the rest
of her sentence."
Francine heard his words and a slight hope went up in her. He was going to end
her sentence early! This was it. This was going to be the end! A disappointed
murmur went through the crowd as they sensed the same thing. The Executioner
held his arms up to calm them down.
"Wait a minute. The judge REQUIRED that Francine be punished this way for a
minimum of 10 days. He did not REQUIRE that they be ten days in a row."
The crowd stopped its grumbling and people began murmuring. Did he mean what
they thought he meant? Francine's heart sank. The Executioner continued.
"At midnight Francine will have ended her first day of punishment. Because she
relieved her bladder once without permission I have exercised my right to add an
additional day to her sentence, which means she has ten more days to serve.
Francine will be untied at midnight and escorted home. Tomorrow morning she will
be in her shop again, as usual. On Sunday she will be in church. She will spend
the next month being a model and chaste citizen. But on the last Friday of next
month she will report to my office at 8:00am, prepared to serve her second day
of punishment."
The crowd gasped. Francine screamed out "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" as she
realized what was happening.
Addressing Francine he warned her. "You will return, Francine. You will show
up to work at your shop each day and you will not try to run away. If you do we
will catch you and bring you back and you will then become a PERMANENT fixture
in our town square. I guarantee that you will not like that."
Cheers and whistles of approval began to break out. The Executioner waited a
few moments for it to calm down and then he continued speaking.
"Francine will be punished ten more days, as she was punished today. On the
last Friday of each month she will report to my office to begin her day. If the
weather is bad then we will do it on the Saturday. This will continue each month
until October. After that it will be too cold outside so we will all wait until
the coming of spring and on the last Friday of April we will begin again. Right
now that means that Francine's punishment will end on the last Friday of next
August."
More cheers and whistles went up from the crowd.
"I see this as good for the town. As word spreads, people from all around will
come here to witness the spectacle and take part in the activities. This will
bring more business to our town and to our shops. Francine will serve as an
example. She will be a continuing reminder of what could happen if we disobey
the laws of decent society. She will live among us, but part of her punishment
will be in knowing that each person she sees will be waiting for the next
opportunity to see her in the town square."
Francine was moaning and humping the air again. One of the teenaged boys had
given up on her feet and decided to mischievously concentrate his feather on her
stiff little clitoris. Francine's belly looked large from the water that her
bladder was barely containing. She moaned and sobbed and pleaded for release.
The Executioner looked at her and said: "Now, Francine. You can pee now."
Her forehead drenched in sweat, Francine let out a wail and began squirting
her urine high into the air. The release started her climaxing again and the
crowd cheered wildly as she orgasmed and peed. The teenager who had been
feathering her clitoris was not quick enough to get away and wound up getting
splashed with her spray. The crowd laughed heartily and Francine, noticing him
backing away shaking the moisture from his arms and legs, felt a tiny glow of
victory...
THE END
