"Francine"
by Dr. Phil
Thursday, May 21
Journal Entry:
Today has been one of the best days of my life! I was at the trial this
afternoon. The courthouse was filled to a standing room only crowd and people
who couldn't get in gathered by the open windows. Francine stood and faced the
judge. Her eyes blinked rapidy to try to keep the tears away and she nervously
clasped her hands together.
She had just been found guilty of lewdness and immodesty. Just the mention of
those words alone made her blush in shame. She stood there in her conservative
ankle-length dress and high collared long sleeved blouse. Francine was dressed
no differently today than she was any other day. Francine was a chaste and moral
woman, well known for it in fact. Yet there was no denying her crime. She had
shown her legs to the boy. All the way up to her mid-thigh. She'd teased him!
Here she was, fifty-five years old and she was showing her body to tease a
helpless boy. She had just finished telling her story to the judge. The
courtroom crowd gasped as she haltingly confessed to her crime of passion. As
she told the intimate details of her thoughts and deeds she kept her head low
and tried to block out the people who hung on her every word. People whom she
had known for years, grown up with, watched grow up, and even babysat for.
Still, she had to tell the truth...
She had seen the boy looking at her for weeks. He was young, so he couldn't
hide it. The first time, she was annoyed and angry. How dare he ogle her like
that! But that night as she lay in her bed she played the scene over again in
her mind as her hand crept down between her legs. She played the rubbing game
between her thighs as she thought about the look in his eyes. She'd seen it
often enough in her younger years but to see it again in one so young. Lust. And
it was focused at her! She scratched her little itch as she fantasized about
what he would do if he accidentally saw her in her bathtub. She imagined him
pulling on his young cock as he watched her from a window.
Later in the week she saw him watching her again. Without even realizing it
she found she was doing things to attract his attention. Little things. Like
bending over to pick something up when she knew he (and only he) could see.
Sitting on a bench and stretching her legs out so that her dress rode up to
mid-calf. She could swear she'd seen him gasp with delight. She felt herself go
moist between her thighs as she thought about what he'd be doing that night in
his bed. Yet it was she who lay moaning and rubbing between her thighs in bed
that night, wondering if he was doing the same thing at the same time. Wicked
thoughts! Ummm... But she was like an addict. She had to have a little more.
Then a little more after that. She kept pushing the window until finally she
made her mistake.
She saw him standing by the railing, trying to act like he wasn't watching
her, but she knew that he was. She was tingling with lust as she waited for just
the right moment when she knew he was looking, then she turned her head and
caught his eye. He didn't turn away. He couldn't. He knew she'd caught him but
he was young, and oh so curious, and oh so hot... Nobody else was around as she
grasped her dress and slowly began to lift it up. Up past her calves! She
shuddered as she saw his eyes dart to the exposed flesh that she was showing
him. But she didn't stop there. No, she was too far gone herself. She continued
pulling the dress up all the way to her knees! The boy's eyes grew wide and he
licked his lips as he saw the soft female flesh exposed to his eager young eyes.
Francine's hands trembled as she pulled the dress even higher. This was
outrageous! She bunched the material up in her hands as the hemline rode up her
thighs! To mid thigh, and then even higher! The boy was trembling! She could see
the bulge in his trousers and her own heart pounded away in her chest. Higher
still!
Suddenly a shrill voice gasped out: "MY GOD!!"
Francine was stunned. Her body froze in this disgraceful state even as she heard
another, male voice join in the condemnation.
Of all people, it was Josephine, one of the town gossips, and her husband
Fred. Francine's heart sank. She realized she still stood there with her dress
hiked up and immediately let the hem fall back down.
"I...I... don't know what... please, PLEASE, don't..."
But her words were cut off as Josephine ran running to fetch the sheriff.
Her fate was sealed. The boy told the Sheriff everything that had happened and
Josephine and Fred backed him up. Now Francine stood in court, surrounded by her
neighbors, as she waited for the judge's sentence...
"Francine, you have been convicted of public lewdness and immodesty."
Francine stifled a sob.
"I must say that I am shocked at what I've heard today. I've known you for
years and you would be the last woman I would expect to act in this outrageous
and sinful manner. No woman would expose herself like that in public. Unless she
let her animal urges overcome her humanity. So the court has decided that since
you chose to act like an animal, your punishment will be to be treated as an
animal."
The crowd held its breath. Nobody knew where the judge was heading with his
shocking pronouncement.
"A human woman would die of shame before she let herself be seen as you were
in public. But an animal wouldn't care. Humans are clothed. Animals are naked.
Francine, you will be delivered to the Executioner tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM.
He will then prepare you and bring you to the town square where you will be
displayed naked, like an animal, for all to see, for a period no less than ten
days. Since you like to expose your body, then exposed it shall be! The
Executioner shall have full control to expose and display you, naked like the
animal you are, as punishment for your crime. At then end of your punishment
period you will be released."
The judge banged his gavel once and you could hear a pin drop in the silence.
It was broken by a sobbing wail of "OH GOD! NO! PLEASE!! NO!!!!!"
Suddenly everybody was talking at once. Nobody could quite believe what they
had just heard and they gasped as they looked at Francine, weeping openly and
sobbing her plea to the back of the judge as he stood and walked away.
I sat there and smiled. You see, I'm the Executioner. It's my job. I don't
execute people, I get paid to execute the punishments imposed by the court.
Someone has to do it, and I'm quite good at it. People fear me and avoid me, but
the job does have its rewards. Like today, and tomorrow...!
(end of part 1)
Francine - part 2
by Dr. Phil
At 8:00 AM Francine was delivered to the offices of the Executioner. Francine
was terrified. It was his job to execute the punishment ordered by the court
and, like all others in the town, she felt uncomfortable in his presence even in
normal situations. This was not a normal situation.
Francine was dressed in the same clothes she wore the day before at her court
appearance. They appeared more wrinkled and unkempt, but that didn't matter. She
wouldn't have them on much longer. Her face was tear-stained and her hands were
tied together in front of her. She chewed her lower lip as she saw the
Executioner watching her.
The two young men who brought her were the Executioner's assistants, Jacob and
William. Both were strapping young men in their early 20's. The Executioner was
slender, in his late forties with a short graying well-kept beard and piercing
eyes that made Francine fear him far more than his two younger and larger
assistants.
He eyed Francine for a few moments. Oh, she looked lovely standing there
before him. She was in her mid fifties but she had managed to keep herself fit
and desirable. Her hair was short and styled in a very elegant fashion. She had
earrings on and a small pair of white gloves. Unfortunately she had chosen to
wear a small touch of make-up yesterday morning. Unfortunate because now, after
a night of sobbing in jail, it was streaked in places on her face. That's okay,
it added to the effect, and the Executioner liked what he saw.
Francine began to speak: "Mr. Palmer..." She realized that after all these
years she didn't even know his first name. He was just Mr. Palmer, the
Executioner. That's all anyone ever called him.
"Please, Mr. Palmer. Don't do this shameful thing to me. Have some pity on me.
You know me. You know that I'm a good woman..."
"Enough" he said, softly but with an underlying strength and menace which made
her stop instantly.
"Francine" he said mildly. "You know that as Executioner it's my job to execute
the punishments of the court. Everyone knows that. Before today they were always
administered privately in my offices, attended by myself and my assistants, and
an occasional official as witness."
Francine glanced around the office. She saw none of the trappings of the torture
chamber that she had expected, that had been whispered about by the citizens as
Urban Legend.
"Today, however... today is the beginning of something special. Something the
likes of which this town has never seen. Today will begin a spectacle that this
town will remember and talk about for years."
"The judge has ordered that the punishment fit the crime. For ten days you are
mine, Francine. The judge has left the details to my discretion but he has
ordered that you be displayed naked in the town square, publicly and oh so
indecently, for a period of `no less than ten days', after which you will be
released."
"Do you realize the importance of the phrase `no less than ten days', Francine?"
Francine tried to choke out a reply "Mr. Palmer, I-I.."
"It means that it can be extended, indefinitely, at my discretion, based on how
well you obey my orders. Imagine that, Francine. Indefinitely... if you don't
obey..." He let the phrase hang and he smiled at her shock as she realized the
implications.
"M-m-mister Palmer. P-please have some pity on me, on my shame!" she pleaded.
"Strip her now." The Executioner said to his assistants.
"NOOO!!" Francine wailed as the two young men began quickly stripping the mature
woman of her modest and stylish clothing.
They removed her gloves and shoes then immediately began tugging her long
dress down her legs. Francine struggled but they pulled it off her kicking feet.
Next came her slip... Francine was mortified as the slip was removed, leaving
her clad below the waist in her slik stockings, garter belt, and white panties.
Without hesitating even a second William grabbed the hem of her panties and
simply siced through them with a sharp pocket knife. How she blushed as her
delicate sex became instantly exposed to the men!
She had little time for contemplation as she felt them tugging at the buttons
on her blouse. After popping the buttons they again used their knives to cut the
blouse and small vest free of her shoulders, leaving a beautiful frilly camisole
and a white bra. These too were quickly cut away leaving a numbed and shocked
Francine standing with her breasts fully exposed, in nothing more than her silk
stockings and garter belt.
That's when everyone stopped.
"My God!" whispered Jacob, staring at the woman before him. She was exquisite.
She had a tuft of short grey hair covering her sex. Her legs were trim and
looked as lovely as those on a woman half her age. Her breasts sagged a bit and
there were some wrinkles on her bottom, but she was still capable of stirring
the cocks of all three men in the room.
Francine had tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the men staring at
her in awe. Awe? No, not awe, Lust! Even though she was more shamed than she had
ever been in her life, there was still a small part of her that was pleased to
see that she could still arouse mens' passions. Especially two strong young men
like Jacob and William.
The Executioner licked his lips as he stared. "Now THIS is how you should be
displayed! Wouldn't the townspeople love to see you exactly like this, in silk
stockings and a garter belt! But the judge specifically said `naked', so I'm
afraid those beautiful stockings and belt will have to come off."
"Take those things off of her and lay her on the desk on her back for the
shaving." he ordered.
(end of part 2)
Francine - Part 3 by Dr. Phil The Executioner licked his lips as he stared. "Now THIS is how you should be displayed! Wouldn't the townspeople love to see you exactly like this, in silk stockings and a garter belt! But the judge specifically said `naked', so I'm afraid those beautiful stockings and belt will have to come off." "Take those things off of her and lay her on the desk on her back for the shaving." he ordered. "Wha-wha-what?!" she protested. "Y-you can't mean..." "Silence!" he warned. Jacob and William finished removing the last remaining undergarments and began lifting her like a rolled carpet onto the large polished wooden desk. It felt cold on her backside and shoulders as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm. "Jacob, William, stand on each side of her and each grab a leg under the knee. Yup. Now pull it up and back. No, like this... that's right. All the way back... Spread them outwards a little more. A little more... Just like this. Perfect! Now hold them this way. Don't let her move." Francine began fighting the two young men, but she never had a chance. "Stop squirming!" "N-n-nooo! God..No!! Please! Please! Not like this! PLEASE!!" "Yes. Just like this Francine" the Executioner stated as he reached for a mug with a shaving brush and poured some warm water into it. He began stirring the mug as a lather quickly formed. "Just like this." He repeated as he brought the mug and brush over her groin. "I'm going to shave off that little bush of yours that's hiding your treasure. It's a shame to remove it. I'd personally like to keep it there, but the people are going to want to have an unobstructed view of your secret charms. Every fold needs to be on display." Francine wailed like an injured cat as he generously rubbed the lather into her beautiful bush. He then grabbed a straight razor and a strop and began stropping the blade back and forth to sharpen it as he waited for the foam to soften the hairs. Francine kept mewling and thrashing her head back and forth in denial. He didn't stop her. Finally he took the straight razor to her sex and hovered there for a moment. "Be very still Francine. I wouldn't want to accidentally cut you. Keep still now and this won't hurt." Francine forced her hips to remain still but she found her voice and again begged him not to do this. "I have to do it Francine. The people will want to see all of your charms, and we both know how much you love showing your body off. There will be boys there who have never seem a woman in such intimacy. Let's let them have their fun! Besides, this is the easy one. Just me and Jacob and William. The next time we shave you will be out there in the square." and he nodded his head towards the door. Just like you are now, but I suspect the audience will be a bit larger!" He snickered and lifted the razor off her as he felt her tense and gasp. "You caaan't b-be SERIOUS!!" "Oh yes. Quite serious. Now don't move, I'm almost done." He took a few more careful swipes with the razor around her hooded clitoris. "We want to make sure the little clitoris can be seen. Don't want to hide one of the best parts!" "Ooohhhhhh!!" He then motioned for Jacob and William to lift her legs even higher so she was supported on her shoulders and he made sure there were no hairs left around her anus. "There now! All done!" He slapped her hard across her ass, leaving a red handprint. She jumped as he snorted and got the warm wet towel to wipe up any of the stray lather. He decided to let her "air dry" and asked Jacob and William to continue holding her like that while he got the camera and began taking pictures to document the prep work. "You know, Francine..." CLICK! "I'm really going to enjoy this." CLICK! "I've been watching you for years with admiration and respect. So proper. So respectable." CLICK! "Oh how I longed for a glimpse of your legs. How I watched the swell of your busom as you walked. How I undressed you in my mind's eye." CLICK! "You never knew that at your age you could still have such an effect on a male. But you must have known! You teased that poor boy to frustration. How many others in this town have longed for a glimpse of you?" CLICK! "Well, they'll all be there today." CLICK! "And tomorrow." Francine bit her lip in frustration as she felt the coolness of the evaporating water on her sex, calling attention to her nakedness. She heard the click of the camera, permanently recording her shame. His words taunted her. She suddenly realized that her nipples had hardened. There was no way to hide this embarrassment. "Francine, the crowd has already begun gathering in the square. Even though it's Friday, I've heard men say that they were not going to work today. Just for you, Francine! Boys will be skipping school. At least the bold ones will. After 3:00 there will be dozens of them. Boys and girls. Men and women. Women and girls laughing and jeering. Men and boys lusting and wanting... "And you'll put on a show for them, Francine! I'll make sure of it. I will make a spectacle of you. Every fold, Francine. Every secret little place. You think your nipples are hard now? They'll ache from the exposure, the shame, the unabated lust. The points of your breasts will be hard and puckered. Your nipples will ache with need. You clitoris will be so stiff that it will be poking out from its hood, straining towards the crowd! Even your most embarassing spot of all, your anus, will be displayed and stimulated. Oh Francine, how I ache right now just thinking of the ways of displaying you... of exposing you..." CLICK! "Please Mr. Palmer. Please! I'll do anything you want. Anything! Please, don't submit me to this. Don't shame me. Oh God, don't let them see me like this!" "Of course not, Francine. You're still not ready." "Okay boys, you can let her legs down and sit her up." The Executioner rubbed has palms together, back and forth, as he watched her sit up. "All that's left is for me to redden her ass, rub a little rouge on her nipples, and it's off to the town square. Don't want to keep the crowd waiting... (end of part 3)
Francine - Part 4 by Dr. Phil "Please Mr. Palmer. Please! I'll do anything you want. Anything! Please, don't submit me to this. Don't shame me. Oh God, don't let them see me like this!" "Of course not, Francine. You're still not ready." "Okay boys, you can let her legs down and sit her up." The Executioner rubbed has palms together, back and forth, as he watched her sit up. "All that's left is for me to redden her ass, rub a little rouge on her nipples, and it's off to the town square. Don't want to keep the crowd waiting... The Executioner pulled a wooden chair out from behind his desk and placed it in the middle of his office. He then sat down, smiled at Francine, and patted his lap in invitation. Francine's eyes darted around like a cornered animal. She saw Jacob and William standing there with wide grins on their faces. Mr. Palmer continued to pat his lap. She was beginning to realize that there was no way out of this so she slowly approached the waiting lap. When she got there she seemed unsure of what she was supposed to do. She awkwardly began to squat down a little and lean over his lap, but then straightened back up. "It's your choice, Francine. You're going to be on display with a red bottom. I can do it here, or I can do it out there, but it's going to happen. You decide where..." "Oh God!" she sobbed as she bent down again. She reached her tied hands across his body and lowered herself until she felt her thighs begin to touch his legs. At that point he helped her into position so that her head and breasts were one one side of his lap and her legs were sticking out over the other. Her bottom was positioned right over the center of his lap. The Executioner used his right hand to slowly fondle the lovely bottom presented before his eyes. It was pale white and had a few wrinkles, but it was definitely feminine, and pleasant to touch. He lifted his palm into the air. He brought it down and slapped her right bottom cheek, causing a sharp crack, followed immediately by an "Owwww!" from the owner of the cheek. "Francine, when I bring you outside in a few minutes and set you up on the stage that's been prepared for you, it's important for everyone to realize that you're there to be punished." He slapped her again, and again, bringing two more protests and adding two more red handprints to the formerly white bottom. "Nothing says punishment more than a well-reddened bottom." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "While you're out there naked, I want everybody to see you with a red bottom and know that you were spanked as part of your punishment." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Every moment that you are on display, your bottom will be red or pink. As soon as the color starts to fade you will be `warmed up' again, right there, in front of the whole town!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Owww!! Ooooowwww!!! NO! Please. You caaan't!" she sobbed as she twisted on his lap. "I can" SLAP! "and I will." SLAP! SLAP! By this time Francine's bottom was quite red. Certainly red enough to be seen from the stage, and a marked contrast from the rest of her white skin. The Executioner helped her to stand up and gave her to his assistants to hold while he got the rouge. Jacob couldn't restrain himself and lightly fondled the punished bottom cheeks. They were hot to the touch and very smooth. The Executioner stood before Francine and began gently rubbing a rouge pad on her nipples. They had lost some of the hardness they had earlier, but as soon as he began touching them they began to pucker up. "There now, that's better. You have such lovely nipples Francine. Large aureole and long, firm, hard nipples. The rouge will help them to show up so they can be more easily seen by the crowd. I'm sure many a man and boy will ache when he looks at these beauties: large, firm, erect, and looking oh so sensitive! I'll have to find several positions which display them very prominently." Finally The Executioner put down the rouge and stood looking over his work. He took a warm towel and began wiping Francine's face, cleaning up the smudged makeup that had been there when she entered. He took a lipstick tube and touched up her lips. Then he placed a comb in her tied hands and handed a small mirror to Jacob to hold up before her face. "Touch up your hair, Francine. I want you to look your best." Mechanically, Francine touched up her soft grey hair so it once again looked presentable. She pressed her lips together to smooth the lipstick. She still had her earrings on and from the neck up she looked as she always did: elegant, classy, mature. From the neck down she was stark naked, pink nippled, and rosie assed, with her sex shaved bare... He grabbed his camera and snapped a few final shots, then put the camera down, rubbed his palms together happily and announced. "Let's Go!" "Oh God! Nonononono! No!" pleaded Francine. The Executioner reached out and gave her a hard slap across her bottom causing Francine to shriek. "A second good reason for keeping your bottom red, Francine! When it's red it's oh so sensitive. Just touching it causes discomfort. All it takes is a single slap from me, or anybody else, to get your attention. Now let's go!" Francine whimpered as The Executioner tied a short rope around her already tied hands and gave the end to William. Jacob opened the door and William tugged on the rope leading Francine out of the relative privacy of the office and into the sun. "There she is!" she heard a young voice shout. "There she is! Oooooooh Look at her!! She's all naked!" Francine sobbed as she looked around and saw a few young boys who had been waiting near the Executioner's door. A young girl was with them and her face reddened as she threw her hands up over her cheeks and yelled "Oh my God!!! She's really naked!" Then Francine's heart sank as she heard the girl begin to giggle. Francine stopped dead in her tracks at this and began to shake. Swiftly, The Executioner gave her another hard slap across her bottom, causing her to jump and the boys to gasp. The girl began giggling again and Francine's knees began to tremble, but William's steady pull on the rope kept her moving forward. The sun was shining. The sky was blue. It was only a block to the town square and Francine could already hear the buzz of what sounded like a large crowd. They kept walking, followed by her young admirers, when one of the boys ran ahead, around the corner and began shouting "SHE'S COMING! SHE"S COMING". The din of the voices rose in intensity and as Francine turned the corner she stopped dead in her tracks! 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! (end of part 4)
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)
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)
Francine - Part 7 by Dr. Phil 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..." Francine's bodily need was taking control of her. She couldn't stop the clenching and rotating of her bottom as she tried to think of something, anything, to get her mind off the need to relieve her bladder. She saw The Executioner approaching her with a large cup. "Here Francine, I want you to drink all of this down." "Wha-what is it?" Francine asked incredulously. "It's water, Francine. You're going to be out here in the hot sun all day and I don't want you dehydrating. The fluid in your bowels isn't helping the rest of your body now. You need to be drinking water all day long so you won't get sick." "No! No.. please Mr. Palmer! I have to go so bad now. That will only make it worse! Please, let me go and relieve myself and then I'll drink the water! I'll come back! I promise! Please!" The Executioner looked Francine in the eyes. His piercing gaze seemed to look directly into her soul. He shook his head sadly and sighed: "You still don't understand, do you Francine? I'm not letting you down at all. When you `relieve yourself', you'll do it right here, in front of everyone." Francine gasped! Her mouth hung open. He couldn't be..no not possible.. he was just... "Yes Francine. You shouldn't be so shocked. Did you really think that I would spare you this exposure? The judge said that you were to be displayed naked, like an animal... a very lovely and exciting little naked animal." He spoke that last phrase softly and wistfully, relishing the words. "No, Francine, when I choose to let you relieve yourself it will be right here in front of the whole town. And you had better not do it before I give you permission. That's part of the punishment. Part of the humiliation. I control when you can relieve yourself. You will continue to hold it. Continue to squirm and wiggle and shake. See how they're loving it? They think you're aroused! Ha! Do you want to yell out to them what the problem really is? No, I don't think so. So drink this down now and continue to wiggle for us. If you don't, I'll hold your nose and force you to drink it anyway and then you'll dance and jiggle into the afternoon! If you relieve yourself before I give you permission I will add one more day to your sentence!" Francine just broke down and sobbed. The Executioner tilted her head back slightly and brought the cup to her lips. Slowly Francine began gulping the water. It tasted good. The Executioner gently stroked her hair as she drank it all down. She stared up at him with pleading eyes as he backed away and stood, watching her. Whether it was the water having an immediate effect, or her subconscious taking part in her humiliation, but Francine's need suddenly grew. People noticed and began yelling and cheering as she redoubled her bottom-clenching and shaking. She swung her clenched hips around in circles, stopping occasionally so her whole body shook. Her breasts jiggled up and down and began bumping into each other. The people closest to her could hear her moaning the single word "Please!" over and over as she squirmed. She saw them all mocking her through tear-glazed eyes. Right up front she could see Josephine shaking her closed fist at her and angrily shouting "Whore!" Fred was staring trance-like at her, his jaw hanging slack and his big eyes never wavering from the glorious sight presented to them. On and on it went! From minute to minute she couldn't believe that she could hold on, but somehow she did. The Executioner just stood there, occasionally looking at his pocketwatch. They locked eyes for a moment and he silently mouthed the words "Only ten more minutes" at her. That did it. It's odd how knowing that relief is close can make the need even more urgent. The crowd, still unknowing the true nature of the drama being played out before them, moved closer in curiosity as her twisting grew more pronounced. A few of them began to guess, in horror, at what the real problem was, but it was too late! An animalistic groan escaped from her throat as every muscle in her body tensed. She leaned forward and suddenly a stream burst forward from her wide open vagina. "Oh No!!!" she heard herself yell as she realized she had lost it. The crowd went immediately silent, in shock, not really believeing what it was seeing! The stream was stopped but only momentarily. Regathering their strength, her muscles clenched again. Her hips pointed slightly upwards. She had lost all control now. A second stream, even stronger than the first, burst forward like a geyser. PFSSSTTT!! The spray reached all the way across to near the end of the stage. Further than any woman should have been able to spray. Francine's body felt the release and now the biological need took over. It was involuntary. Her body squeezed and sprayed, making that horrid sound. PFSSSTTT! She heard gasps from the crowd. "OooooohhhhHHHHHHH" The crowd backed away, but it was too late for some. Francine heard a shriek and opened her eyes to see that some of the spray had bounced on the stage floor and sprinkled Josephine and Fred, and a few of the others around them. Josephine was looking down at her arms and bodice and shrieking, shaking her arms in disgust. Francine continued her spray for what seemed an eternity. In truth it only lasted about 30 seconds, but to Francine it seemed like forever. The release was bliss. For a brief moment her body had never felt so good, but that moment didn't last and soon the bliss was replaced by a shame she had never thought possible. Josephine was angrily shouting names at her as Fred, reluctantly, led her away from the stage so that they could clean up and change their clothes. "I'll be back, you little tramp!" Josephine shouted in her rage. "You think that was funny?" I'll show you funny!!" she shrieked out as she left. The crowd's initial shock had turned to roaring laughter. A sea of amused faces, each seeking to catch her eye, swam before Francine's tearful face. The laughter pounded in her ears. The Executioner lowered his camera and simply said "Clean her up boys. It's going to be a long day..." (end of part 7)
Francine - Part 8 by Dr. Phil The crowd's initial shock had turned to roaring laughter. A sea of amused faces, each seeking to catch her eye, swam before Francine's tearful face. The laughter pounded in her ears. The Executioner lowered his camera and simply said "Clean her up boys. It's going to be a long day..." Jacob and William each brought two large buckets of water and sponges onto the stage and proceeded to wipe down Francine. Jacob used his sponge on Francine's lower belly and the front of her thighs. William wiped her down from the rear. He sneaked his sponge between Francine's widespread legs and sponged her open vagina from the rear. "Hey! Get out of there!" Jacob used his own sponge to whack William's out of the way. "Gotta be fast to get the goodies!" William teased back, again trying to snake his sponge between Francine's open legs. They were fighting over who got to do her vagina. The Executioner cleared his throat disapprovingly and William immediately backed off and returned to sponging the backs of Francine's thighs. Before finishing he ran his sponge in circles around her reddened buttocks, causing the people nearest the back of the stage to laugh and egg him on. When they were through, Jacob and William poured the remains of their buckets onto the wooden stage and used a long-handled brush to clean the deck and push the water away. Francine was left wet. As the slight breeze dried her she began to shiver, not from the cold, for it was a warm day, but from the shame of being there; of feeling the water evaporating on her private parts and realizing how totally completely NAKED she was, and how totally exposed she was to the entire town. Indeed the entire gathering had taken on a holiday sort of atmosphere, with people laughing and shouting comments at each other, the pleasant sound of young girls giggling and the smells of the marketplace being prepared for the noontime crowds. It was a very pleasant day... The Executioner approached Francine and used a towel to help pat dry her wet torso. Francine was in turmoil. At times Mr. Palmer seemed so gentle with her, almost caring and tender. At the same time he was subjecting her to unthinkable humiliations and exposure. Francine feared him for the power that he held over her, detested him for shaming her so thoroughly, and yet somehow felt safe with him nearby. The slender gray-bearded man was a mass of confusing contradictions. As he used the towel on her body she watched his eyes as they flickered over her body. As if sensing her thoughts he paused and looked straight into her eyes. "I won't let anybody harm you, Francine." "Thank you..." was all she managed to choke out before she looked down from those eyes in shame. He continued pat-drying her with the towel. "Oh, they'll touch you, and they'll tease you, and they'll even spank you. I'm sure lot's of them are going to want to do that. But you won't be really harmed, and you won't be raped." As soon as he finished drying her he placed his hand on her bottom and held it there while he waited for Jacob and William to finish brushing the stage dry. His hand felt warm on her bottom and it almost seemed that he held her cheek, well, possessively. As if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing. Francine was stark naked, bare as the day she was born, trussed up on display in the town square to be jeered at and ogled, and the man responsible for her humiliation held on to her bottom as casually as if he owned it! "That's one more day, Francine." "Wha.. what??" she gasped out, eyes suddenly wide. "One more day. You relieved yourself before you had permission, so now it's one more day. After today is over you'll still have ten more days of your sentence to serve. Right here... stark naked and on display." The Executioner had his eyes locked onto Francine's and a half smile on his lips as he spoke. "But...but... no! You can't be serious. I... I... I'll die!" "You'll die of shame, Francine, that much I can promise you. But your body will stay healthy and alive. Squirming so deliciously for the crowd! Humping and pumping! Wiggling and dancing. And oh, how you'll beg! You'll beg to be untied. You'll beg for it all to end. You'll beg for the privilege of emptying your bladder before the crowd. You'll beg for the people to stop looking at you. You'll beg for orgasm... Oh, you'll die of shame a hundred times a day, but think of all the pleasure you'll bring to the people." The Executioner was speaking softly into her ear now. Almost blowing the words in her ear. Softly, taunting her. Words meant for her ears only. He lightly caressed her soft gray hair as he continued: "You'll be the subject of many a wet dream, Francine! What do you think the men will be thinking? Can you see how much they want you? Does it embarrass you to know that you are still an object of lust, of desire, even at your age? Can you imagine what they all would like to do with you? Boys will be picturing you, naked, squirming, begging, as they do what aroused young lads do in the privacy of their beds. What delightful dreams they'll have! What images you'll provide! And the girls and women! What will they be thinking? Will young girls be silently squeezing their thighs together as they giggle nervously at your shame? Will women fantasize it is they who are up on the stage, on naked display, only to shudder and gasp and be thankful it is you instead of them? Will anyone want to punish you themselves? Fondle you? Stroke you? Tease you? Tease you a lot! Gloat over you, and laugh, to increase your shame? Perhaps I'll let them... Francine's teeth began to chatter and her knees shook. Her clitoris throbbed almost painfully, stiffening, poking out even further. The Executioner continued... "Everyone's watching you and weaving their own private fantasies, Francine! And you deserve it! Your crime was atrocious and shameful, and so will be your punishment." "Jacob... William... I think it's time we changed her position a bit." The two young men glanced at each other, then back at Francine. Then they walked towards the naked woman... (end of part 8)
Francine - Part 9 by Dr. Phil Francine's teeth began to chatter and her knees shook. Her clitoris throbbed almost painfully, stiffening, poking out even further. The Executioner continued... "Everyone's watching you and weaving their own private fantasies, Francine! And you deserve it! Your crime was atrocious and shameful, and so will be your punishment." "Jacob... William... I think it's time we changed her position a bit." The two young men glanced at each other, then back at Francine. Then they walked towards the naked woman... The young assistants pulled Francine's arms behind her and tied her wrists tightly behind her back. Then they forced her to her knees on the stage. Using their hands they forced her knees wide open and had her sit back on her heels. With her hands tightly tied behind her back, her breasts were once again thrust out towards the crowd, which began crowding closer to the stage to view this new display. The laughter and giggling began to quiet down as the crowd once again stared hungrily at the displayed woman before them. "No! Go away, please!" whimpered the mortified woman, but her plea went unanswered. Francine's legs were left unbound so she self-consciously began to close her thighs together to hide her opened sex. This was the move that The Executioner was waiting for. "No you don't!" he shouted loud enough for the crowd to hear. "We'll have no modesty here." With that he grabbed the back of Francine's head and pulled it forward and down till it rested on the stage. This thrust her bottom up high into the air. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap! He gave her upturned bottom ten hard, loud spanks, causing her to bounce and rock. "Oww!! Nooo!! Stowwwwp!" she cried as she squirmed. The Executioner grabbed her round bottom cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled them widely apart, holding them there to expose her anus to the crowd at the rear of the stage. "Mr. P-Palmer! Please! Nooo!" she cried. After a full minute of this exposure he spanked her ten more times and then pulled her back upright to her original position. "Knees open... wider.... wider!" he threatened. Francine sniffled and complied. "The next time you close your thighs I'll bend you over again and let the townspeople spank you. Would you like that!" "Yes! Yes!" shouted a few of the people in the crowd, volunteering their services and laughing. "N-No..." sobbed Francine. Her bottom, which had begun to fade in color, was once again a bright burning pink. The Executioner took some more of the rouge and carefully rubbed it onto Francine's nipples, touching them up a bit too. Francine sobbed in shame as she knelt there, rosy-assed, pink nippled, and spreading her thighs widely to once again display her opened vagina and clitoris. The Executioner brought a large cup of water to her lips and ordered her to drink it all. Francine shook her head and kept her lips tightly closed. Without a moment's hesitation he placed the cup on the stage, grabbed her head, and bent her forward again. Her bright red bottom cheeks once again popped up into the air. "Josephine! Would you care to do the honors this time?" he asked the returning woman. She had changed her dress and returned to watch the proceedings. "I'd love to, but I've got something better to use than my hand." She opened her pocketbook and pulled out a hairbrush. The Executioner nodded and Josephine climbed up on stage. "N-no! No!!! Not her! Please Mr. Palmer! Please!" wailed Francine in despair. Josephine walked behind Francine and chuckled as she saw the flaming red bottom sticking up in the air. With a smile on her face she placed the hairbrush against the doomed bottom and rubbed it around a few times, then delivered the first loud spank. "Owwww!!!!" yelled Francine as the backside of the brush slapped against her own already sensitive backside. "Oww! Oww! Owww!" Josephine taunted her as she wailed her squirming bottom. When she'd laid on ten good swats The Executioner stopped her. "That's enough Josephine. Thank you." "My pleasure, Mr. Palmer. Call on me any time!" she snickered as she left the stage. The Executioner lifted Francine back up and again made her spread her thighs wide. Her bottom stung so much that she had to lift it slightly off her heels, showing the full curves of her mature bottom to the crowd. It was quite red. It matched the cheeks on her face and her ears and chest quite nicely as Francine shuddered in the pain and the shame. She looked up and saw Josephine's widely smiling face. Once again The Executioner lifted the cup of water to Francine's lips and said "Drink it all up, Francine." Francine paused just a moment but then opened her mouth and let the cool water be lifted to her lips. She drank long and heartily. She didn't realize it but she actually was quite thirsty. The water spilled out of the corners of her mouth and down the sides of her neck as she gulped it down. When she finished she gulped lungfulls of air down and regained her composure. She looked up in time to see The Executioner with another large cup of water. "You're not done yet, Francine. I don't want you dehydrating out here. Now drink it all down." Francine accepted the second cup and drank it down, pausing several times to gulp down a few large breaths of air, but eventually finishing the second cup. Her belly felt very full, almost bulging. "Now, you're to kneel like that with your thighs spread as wide apart as you can until it's time for the next position." Francine obeyed the order and knelt there, hands tied behind her back, breasts jutting outward, her vagina stretched wide open for all to see, her bottom lifted slightly off her heels. Pure naked woman flesh. Bountiful breasts capped with rouge-pinkened nipples and a blazing red bottom. She suffered the taunts and catcalls of the crowd as she recognized face after face, jeering her, pointing at her sex, her nipples, smiling, laughing, elbowing, wanting... Several times over the next hour Francine let her thighs close slightly. Each time it was the crowd that gave her away. "She closing her legs! Mr. Palmer! She's closing her legs!" Each time, The Executioner bent her forward, raising her naked rear into the air, and asked for volunteers to spank her. One time it was the same young lad that she had teased with her legs who was convinced to come up and slap her bottom with his bare hand. He was cheered on by his friends. He couldn't keep the silly grin off his face as he spanked Francine's squirming backside to their shouts of encouragement. Twice more she was given cups of water to drink and, as time passed, the need to urinate was again upon her. She held on as long as she possibly could, then pleaded: "Please Mr. Palmer. I need to go again! Pleeease???" "Not just yet, Francine. Here drink another cup. I'll let you go in, let's see... fifteen minutes. You'll have to hold it till then." "Please! I can't last another fifteen minutes!" Francine was panic stricken. "I'm afraid you'll have to, Francine" Francine began squirming her hips. Kneeling as she was it appeared to be a strange sort of kneeling belly dance as her torso rotated and shook. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, bringing a fresh round of applause and more catcalls. Somehow ten minutes passed. "Please, Mr. Palmer. I can't hold it another minute!" she begged. The Executioner looked at his watch. "You'll have to hold it five more minutes, unless you want yet another day added onto your sentence." "Nooooo!" wailed Francine. This couldn't happen again. She grit her teeth and began jiggling in earnest. Another two minutes passed. Francine's bottom was now clenched so tightly that the space between her bottom cheeks was just a straight line. Her hips were dimpled from squeezing. A minute later she began shaking. The crowd yelled that she was closing her thighs again. Without hesitation The Executioner bent her forward again and gave her upturned bottom five more loud swats with his palm. Francine's bottom shook and shivered. She thrust her pelvis forward and back and around in circles. It was an incredibly erotic site and the crowd appreciated it. The Executioner used his strong hands to part her clenched rear cheeks and show her bottom hole to the crowd. They applauded wildly. Another half minute passed and he let her straighten back up. Her bottom was jiggling and shaking. Suddenly she heard The Executioner tell her she could relieve herself. She almost didn't believe it! "Come on, Francine. You can release it now, or would you rather try holding it another 15 minutes?" "Nooooooooo!" she screamed, arching her back and bending slightly backwards. Her hips were raised as she let out a tremendous spray of urine. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She'd made it! She couldn't believe it, but she'd made it! She was deliriously happy for a few seconds as she sprayed upwards and outwards. Her joy lasted only a few seconds until she realized the lewd spectacle she was making of herself. But she couldn't stop. The stream kept going, and going. It slowed down a bit for a few seconds, then a second burst caused her to moan and groan as she shot her fountain across the stage. She could hear applause and laughter. And through all that she could hear her own spray hitting the wooden boards of the stage like the tinkle of a summer rain. 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..." (end of part 9)
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
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