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Priya's Punishment
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windar
Teller of Tales
Consider the possibility that she knew what was going to happen and wanted to help you...But those leggings are going to be a pain in the ass (literally) to put back on when they release you.
Wow that was some read Windar! So damn hot, loved the slow burn clothes removal - and a 'strip race' - now's that's a great idea ... Olympic sport potential maybe
Thanks, guys. It was a fun chapter to write, too
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“You’re next, Moore,” ordered Dr. Taylor, slapping a fresh examining glove on her right hand. “Bend over and show us what you got. Now!”
Barb hesitated, but only long enough to avoid the ire of Sergeant Miller, before complying. Her hands on her ankles, she adjusted the spacing of her footing without being told, and, sighing unnecessarily loudly, waited for the cavity search to begin. Which it did, and far more forcefully than she imagined.
“Owww! Shit! Not so rough!” she gasped.
“Shut the fuck up!” hissed Miller.
Grimacing as the doctor’s fingers moved in and out and about, Barb caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head to one side, she spied Dean Windar entering the locker room and joining the other dignitaries.
“You’re late, but still in time to see your ex-colleague examined by the good doctor,” welcomed Judge Powers.
“Yes, sorry. I was unexpectedly detained at the office but, as they say, better late than never.”
“This one’s as juicy as her friend,” announced Taylor, withdrawing her gloved hand from Barb’s vagina and holding up two glistening wet fingers for everyone to see.
“Perhaps, we should have these two show us how a couple of dykes do it ... a little scissoring would be entertaining.” quipped the DA.
“Assholes!” muttered Barb under her breath.
“I heard that, and that’s exactly where my finger is going next,” growled Taylor, jamming a digit in with enough force to elicit a yelp of pain.
“Okay, enough.” grunted Taylor after poking around for what to Barb seemed like an eternity. “This one’s clean too. Sit down on that bench, both of you, so I can finish by checking your BP, listening to your heart, taking a blood draw to check for banned drugs and a cheek swab to confirm DNA.”
“I remember her from when I was caned before,” whispered Barb to Priya, a little too loudly, as they settled themselves on a bench, hips and shoulders touching, “a real bitch! And look at those guys, all standing there with their tongues hanging out and bulges in their pants. Every one of them knows their presence here serves no official purpose. They’re just here to get their jollies. Probably can’t get them any other way!”
“Shhhhhh, Barb. Don’t piss them off.”
“Yeah, shut your trap,” snarled Miller, delivering a sharp cuff to the back of Barb’s head.
“You know, fellas. An idea just hit me,” said the DA. “That idea floated earlier about these two cunts getting a sentence dismissal from Judge Powers in exchange for letting us all fuck them may have been unworkable, as the good judge rightly pointed out. Just plain wouldn’t look good when the capacity crowd filling the arena, as we speak, found out the show had been cancelled. Not to mention the fact that such a bargain would be a problem legally ... exchanging a sentence for sexual favors just wouldn’t fly. But ... just think about this ... what if the Judge ordered the number of caning strokes raised to let’s say thirty each for the insolence we’ve all just heard coming out of Moore’s mouth, but ... also offered to rescind the increase provided the two of them agreed to atone for Moore’s disrespectful behavior by putting on a nice little lesbo sex show for us? That can’t be construed as demanding sexual favors as part of a quid pro quo, can it? As far as the rest of the world is concerned, nothing has changed! And we, here, would just be observing something these two honeys, from all appearances, would do if given half a chance anyway ... see what I mean?”
“Brilliant!” chortled the Judge, slapping the DA heartily on the back. “Leave it to a good DA to chart a path through a legal thicket. Now, if the good doctor is finished, I suggest Dr. Raman and ex-Assistant Professor Moore get on with it, unless they fancy 30 strokes rather than 24. I remind them that time is short. It’s 1:20 now and we’re all due out on that arena floor by 2:00.”
“Yes, I’m finished now,” reported Dr. Taylor as she handed Barb a cotton swab to hold to the place where she had just withdrawn a blood-draw needle. “They’re both fit for caning and all yours, gentlemen. I’m off to the lab with these draws. See you all out in the arena in about forty minutes.”
“Well, you two? What’s it going to be? Do you accept the Judge’s kind offer?” inquired the Chief of Corrections.
In response, Priya and Barb, pivoted to look at one another quizzically. Neither could help thinking back to those times together when they were in college.
Then Barb, without preamble of any kind, reached out, took Priya’s face in her hands, smiled and, leaning forward, kissed her friend softly but fully on the mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, Priya responded, closing her eyes, holding the kiss and then continuing it hungrily.
“There’s your answer,” grinned the DA, playfully punching the Chief of Corrections on the shoulder.
Breaking off the kiss, Barb launched into a series of quick butterfly kisses and nibbles, moving progressively from Priya’s mouth to her cheek, to her left ear lobe, down her neck, shoulder and chest, to her left breast, and then all around it’s brown pebbled aureola, and ending with a gentle teeth pull on its eagerly erect nipple ... to which Priya responded with a low moan as she grasped Barb’s head and pressed her friend’s face into the softness of her breast.
“Oh God, would you look at that!” exclaimed the DA.
Moving from the bench, Barb swung Priya around and eased her to the floor, stretching her out on her back, after which Barb positioned herself over Priya’s thighs. Leaning forward on her elbows, she mounded Priya’s breasts in her hands, pressed them together and began smothering them with kisses, licks and sucks ... moving swiftly back and forth from one to the other.
“Disgusting,” muttered Sue.
“Yeah, come on, Miller. Let’s leave this scene and go find ourselves a nice cup of coffee,” urged Officer Timmins, glancing with distaste at Priya, who had raised one knee, gripped Barb firmly by the hips, lifted and shifted her torso and legs over in such a way that her pussy rested directly on Priya’s slightly raised right thigh, and proceeded to work Barb’s hips vigorously back and forth until long smeary trails of Barb’s juices ... glowing under the overhead locker room lights ... covered the length of Priya’s thigh nearly down to her knee.
“Sometimes I envy you, Dean Windar, working every day with all those free-spirited uninhibited academic types,” breathed the Judge huskily morning in Windar’s ear. “You say that you were personally in charge of Moore’s career at Dorsbury? Spent some serious mentoring time alone with her too, I’ll bet, didn’t you? ... sly old dog, you!”
“Shit! That horny little brunette is about to cum at any minute now,” announced the DA, hand on the front of his trousers.
But before that could happen, Barb took control again, extricating herself from Priya’s grasp, pushing her bottom down between Priya’s legs, one of which Barb grasped by the ankle and threw over her shoulder while tilting herself to one side and scissoring ... open and ready vulvae mashed tightly together.
“Now!” screamed Barb, and together they began grinding, gyrating and bucking, harder and harder, faster and faster ... heads thrown back, eyes closed, mouths open, breasts bouncing and swaying ... mindless of their surroundings, hell bent on only one thing, and one thing alone.
“Shhheee ... it!” exclaimed the DA as the two women orgasmed together ... Priya going suddenly rigid and crying out ... Barb collapsing limply on top of her with an animal-like moan and a long drawn-out whimper.
No one spoke. The only sound was heavy breathing from both women, as well as from their male audience.
Minutes later Timmins and Miller were back, with Timmins sizing up the situation and taking charge.
“Alright fun and games are over. Sergeant Miller and I have less than twenty minutes to get these two lovebirds cleaned up and presentable. And you gents have about the same. Curtain goes up on the Arena floor at two sharp. The place is jam packed. The dignitaries box at court side awaits you, with the exception of the Chief of Corrections who will do the introductions. Now, leave! All of you!”
As Timmins was ushering them out the door, Miller was hard at work untangling her two panting and sweaty charges.
“Fuck! Look at the two of you! Into the team shower room with you both, and make it snappy. I want you back out here in five minutes!”
Eight minutes later, Barb and Priya were back in the locker area, stepping into orange cotton prison pants issued to them by Sergeant Miller.
“Mine are too big around the waist,” whined Barb. “How am I going to hold them up? Shouldn’t they have a drawstring, or something?”
“Hold them up with one of your hands. They’re only to wear on entering the arena. After that, it really won’t matter! Now stop complaining and get those tees on, pronto!”
Priya and Barb donned their tees. Barb’s pants fell down around her ankles in the process.
“Okay, over here so that Officer Timmins can apply your ankle cuffs and chains. We can’t have you sprinting for an exit once we’re out on the arena floor, now can we?”
Minutes later, they found themselves shuffling up the ramp that led from the visitor’s locker room to the arena floor, escorted, on either side, by Miller and Timmins. Barb looked with mild curiosity at the fanciful artwork painted on the walls, placed there to intimidate the visiting team as they entered the home turf of the Dorsbury Dervishes basketball team. Priya, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, her facial expression grim.
And then they were there, standing quietly at the head of the ramp, gazing out into the brightly lit, raucously noisy arena ... packed to capacity with upwards of 6,000 spectators. A soft drink advertisement flashed its message on the enormous four-sided electronic scoreboard, which hung directly over center court. Barb remembered reading that it had recently been upgraded to provide instant electronic replays of on-court action. And directly below it on the floor, arranged neatly, side-by-side, in readiness and gleaming brightly under the lights, was a very standard-looking pair of heavy-duty metal caning racks.
Barb hesitated, but only long enough to avoid the ire of Sergeant Miller, before complying. Her hands on her ankles, she adjusted the spacing of her footing without being told, and, sighing unnecessarily loudly, waited for the cavity search to begin. Which it did, and far more forcefully than she imagined.
“Owww! Shit! Not so rough!” she gasped.
“Shut the fuck up!” hissed Miller.
Grimacing as the doctor’s fingers moved in and out and about, Barb caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head to one side, she spied Dean Windar entering the locker room and joining the other dignitaries.
“You’re late, but still in time to see your ex-colleague examined by the good doctor,” welcomed Judge Powers.
“Yes, sorry. I was unexpectedly detained at the office but, as they say, better late than never.”
“This one’s as juicy as her friend,” announced Taylor, withdrawing her gloved hand from Barb’s vagina and holding up two glistening wet fingers for everyone to see.
“Perhaps, we should have these two show us how a couple of dykes do it ... a little scissoring would be entertaining.” quipped the DA.
“Assholes!” muttered Barb under her breath.
“I heard that, and that’s exactly where my finger is going next,” growled Taylor, jamming a digit in with enough force to elicit a yelp of pain.
“Okay, enough.” grunted Taylor after poking around for what to Barb seemed like an eternity. “This one’s clean too. Sit down on that bench, both of you, so I can finish by checking your BP, listening to your heart, taking a blood draw to check for banned drugs and a cheek swab to confirm DNA.”
“I remember her from when I was caned before,” whispered Barb to Priya, a little too loudly, as they settled themselves on a bench, hips and shoulders touching, “a real bitch! And look at those guys, all standing there with their tongues hanging out and bulges in their pants. Every one of them knows their presence here serves no official purpose. They’re just here to get their jollies. Probably can’t get them any other way!”
“Shhhhhh, Barb. Don’t piss them off.”
“Yeah, shut your trap,” snarled Miller, delivering a sharp cuff to the back of Barb’s head.
“You know, fellas. An idea just hit me,” said the DA. “That idea floated earlier about these two cunts getting a sentence dismissal from Judge Powers in exchange for letting us all fuck them may have been unworkable, as the good judge rightly pointed out. Just plain wouldn’t look good when the capacity crowd filling the arena, as we speak, found out the show had been cancelled. Not to mention the fact that such a bargain would be a problem legally ... exchanging a sentence for sexual favors just wouldn’t fly. But ... just think about this ... what if the Judge ordered the number of caning strokes raised to let’s say thirty each for the insolence we’ve all just heard coming out of Moore’s mouth, but ... also offered to rescind the increase provided the two of them agreed to atone for Moore’s disrespectful behavior by putting on a nice little lesbo sex show for us? That can’t be construed as demanding sexual favors as part of a quid pro quo, can it? As far as the rest of the world is concerned, nothing has changed! And we, here, would just be observing something these two honeys, from all appearances, would do if given half a chance anyway ... see what I mean?”
“Brilliant!” chortled the Judge, slapping the DA heartily on the back. “Leave it to a good DA to chart a path through a legal thicket. Now, if the good doctor is finished, I suggest Dr. Raman and ex-Assistant Professor Moore get on with it, unless they fancy 30 strokes rather than 24. I remind them that time is short. It’s 1:20 now and we’re all due out on that arena floor by 2:00.”
“Yes, I’m finished now,” reported Dr. Taylor as she handed Barb a cotton swab to hold to the place where she had just withdrawn a blood-draw needle. “They’re both fit for caning and all yours, gentlemen. I’m off to the lab with these draws. See you all out in the arena in about forty minutes.”
“Well, you two? What’s it going to be? Do you accept the Judge’s kind offer?” inquired the Chief of Corrections.
In response, Priya and Barb, pivoted to look at one another quizzically. Neither could help thinking back to those times together when they were in college.
Then Barb, without preamble of any kind, reached out, took Priya’s face in her hands, smiled and, leaning forward, kissed her friend softly but fully on the mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, Priya responded, closing her eyes, holding the kiss and then continuing it hungrily.
“There’s your answer,” grinned the DA, playfully punching the Chief of Corrections on the shoulder.
Breaking off the kiss, Barb launched into a series of quick butterfly kisses and nibbles, moving progressively from Priya’s mouth to her cheek, to her left ear lobe, down her neck, shoulder and chest, to her left breast, and then all around it’s brown pebbled aureola, and ending with a gentle teeth pull on its eagerly erect nipple ... to which Priya responded with a low moan as she grasped Barb’s head and pressed her friend’s face into the softness of her breast.
“Oh God, would you look at that!” exclaimed the DA.
Moving from the bench, Barb swung Priya around and eased her to the floor, stretching her out on her back, after which Barb positioned herself over Priya’s thighs. Leaning forward on her elbows, she mounded Priya’s breasts in her hands, pressed them together and began smothering them with kisses, licks and sucks ... moving swiftly back and forth from one to the other.
“Disgusting,” muttered Sue.
“Yeah, come on, Miller. Let’s leave this scene and go find ourselves a nice cup of coffee,” urged Officer Timmins, glancing with distaste at Priya, who had raised one knee, gripped Barb firmly by the hips, lifted and shifted her torso and legs over in such a way that her pussy rested directly on Priya’s slightly raised right thigh, and proceeded to work Barb’s hips vigorously back and forth until long smeary trails of Barb’s juices ... glowing under the overhead locker room lights ... covered the length of Priya’s thigh nearly down to her knee.
“Sometimes I envy you, Dean Windar, working every day with all those free-spirited uninhibited academic types,” breathed the Judge huskily morning in Windar’s ear. “You say that you were personally in charge of Moore’s career at Dorsbury? Spent some serious mentoring time alone with her too, I’ll bet, didn’t you? ... sly old dog, you!”
“Shit! That horny little brunette is about to cum at any minute now,” announced the DA, hand on the front of his trousers.
But before that could happen, Barb took control again, extricating herself from Priya’s grasp, pushing her bottom down between Priya’s legs, one of which Barb grasped by the ankle and threw over her shoulder while tilting herself to one side and scissoring ... open and ready vulvae mashed tightly together.
“Now!” screamed Barb, and together they began grinding, gyrating and bucking, harder and harder, faster and faster ... heads thrown back, eyes closed, mouths open, breasts bouncing and swaying ... mindless of their surroundings, hell bent on only one thing, and one thing alone.
“Shhheee ... it!” exclaimed the DA as the two women orgasmed together ... Priya going suddenly rigid and crying out ... Barb collapsing limply on top of her with an animal-like moan and a long drawn-out whimper.
No one spoke. The only sound was heavy breathing from both women, as well as from their male audience.
Minutes later Timmins and Miller were back, with Timmins sizing up the situation and taking charge.
“Alright fun and games are over. Sergeant Miller and I have less than twenty minutes to get these two lovebirds cleaned up and presentable. And you gents have about the same. Curtain goes up on the Arena floor at two sharp. The place is jam packed. The dignitaries box at court side awaits you, with the exception of the Chief of Corrections who will do the introductions. Now, leave! All of you!”
As Timmins was ushering them out the door, Miller was hard at work untangling her two panting and sweaty charges.
“Fuck! Look at the two of you! Into the team shower room with you both, and make it snappy. I want you back out here in five minutes!”
Eight minutes later, Barb and Priya were back in the locker area, stepping into orange cotton prison pants issued to them by Sergeant Miller.
“Mine are too big around the waist,” whined Barb. “How am I going to hold them up? Shouldn’t they have a drawstring, or something?”
“Hold them up with one of your hands. They’re only to wear on entering the arena. After that, it really won’t matter! Now stop complaining and get those tees on, pronto!”
Priya and Barb donned their tees. Barb’s pants fell down around her ankles in the process.
“Okay, over here so that Officer Timmins can apply your ankle cuffs and chains. We can’t have you sprinting for an exit once we’re out on the arena floor, now can we?”
Minutes later, they found themselves shuffling up the ramp that led from the visitor’s locker room to the arena floor, escorted, on either side, by Miller and Timmins. Barb looked with mild curiosity at the fanciful artwork painted on the walls, placed there to intimidate the visiting team as they entered the home turf of the Dorsbury Dervishes basketball team. Priya, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, her facial expression grim.
And then they were there, standing quietly at the head of the ramp, gazing out into the brightly lit, raucously noisy arena ... packed to capacity with upwards of 6,000 spectators. A soft drink advertisement flashed its message on the enormous four-sided electronic scoreboard, which hung directly over center court. Barb remembered reading that it had recently been upgraded to provide instant electronic replays of on-court action. And directly below it on the floor, arranged neatly, side-by-side, in readiness and gleaming brightly under the lights, was a very standard-looking pair of heavy-duty metal caning racks.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Wow Barb , that was so erotic and intense.
I wonder if someone filmed you two gals' little show to play on the Jumbotron to get the crowd all warmed up...
They did that??? Oh shit! I feel an extreme invasion of privacy law suit coming on, soon as I get out of this mess.
windar
Teller of Tales
In the law, there is a concept known as "reasonable expectation of privacy". If you're having sex in your bedroom and someone films it, that's an invasion of privacy. When you do it in front of a couple of dozen strangers, not so much...
twonines
LIMERICUS
No, what you feel coming on is 24 blistering strokes of the rattan cane !
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Windar, are you exploring the limits of literary understatement?
A strong prima facie case!
I'm getting a little offended by some of this treatment.
Hot chapter Winder
windar
Teller of Tales
Stan Goldman has sent people up the river on less.
You're quite right. They should be referred to as Dr. Raman and Professor Moore as they are being stripped, cavity searched and flogged mercilessly. But what can you do with these guards? It's so hard to find good help these days...
Migoz2
Senator
I am sorry, but this is just too perverted (and beyond the realms of credibility) for my tastes. You really expect us to believe that Dr Taylor and Officers Miller and Timmins would pass up the chance to see the wonderfully hot girl-on-girl action so beautifully described here?!
windar
Teller of Tales
Priya found it hard to walk up the rough concrete ramp, barefoot, with her ankles shackled together. She saw a puddle of spilled soda and tried to veer to the left to avoid stepping in it, but Sue Miller’s strong hand on her arm kept her moving straight ahead through the sticky liquid, which felt gross as it seeped between her toes.
She glanced over at Barb beside her. The orgasm from pressing their vulvas together had been wonderful. Priya’s pussy was still tingling with a series of aftershocks. For a moment, as she and Barb had ridden the wave of pleasure together, she had forgotten the leering men, the shame of being naked before her former colleagues, treated like a criminal, like those they had “processed” together so many times had been, and, worst of all, the terrible flogging that awaited them.
Now that flogging was all she could think about. That and the crowd, which she heard before she could see it-a loud buzzing of excited conversation. Priya knew from the web site that pretty much every seat had been sold, meaning there would be thousands of people there, waiting to see her and Barb receive their court-ordered punishment. The only consolation was that she and Barb would suffer together, sisters in pain as they had been in pleasure.
Priya had never been much of a sports fan. As an undergraduate she had attended a grand total of one Dorsbury Dervishes game at the old arena. Since moving back to Dorsbury, she and Sanjay had gone to a couple of concerts here at Alvarez, so the space was somewhat familiar, though she had never dreamed she would ever play a starring role here.
But she had to admit that the sight as they reached the top of the ramp was impressive-the packed house, the large US and state flags hanging from the rafters to give the event its official imprimatur and the state-of-the art scoreboard, new since the last time she had been here. She noticed that in place of the Dervishes and the name of the visiting team, the game counter showed “Raman” on one side and “Moore” on the other. ‘Will Barb and I be forced into some contest?’ Priya wondered. Then she realized it would likely be used to tally the cane strokes as they each suffered through the two dozen that Judge Powers had awarded each of them.
Despite her efforts not to look in that direction, Priya’s eyes couldn’t help but wander towards the center of the court, where a circular platform had been erected within the circle where the opening tip-off of the basketball game took place. In the center of that platform stood the two imposing racks on which she and Barb would very shortly suffer.
They were not duplicates of oak one that they used in the Punishment Center, but made of metal. Still they looked solid enough to immobilize the two miscreants so the rattan would fall with full force across their defenseless hindquarters.
Suddenly, some members of the crowd caught sight of the two orange-clad women and commenced a loud mix of cheers and boos. Within a few seconds, every eye in the arena was directed towards Priya and Barb as Sue and Beth escorted them onto the court. The wooden floorboards felt smooth on her bare feet after the concrete.
Rather than directing them straight to the platform where their caning would occur, though, the guards paraded them around the perimeter of the court to loud rhythmic clapping from the assembled crowd. Priya couldn’t really make out individual faces in the crowd, but she knew that among them were people who knew her from her daily life, come to see her shamed and hurt for her crimes.
On the far side, they passed the roped off VIP section, where the various officials who had watched their strip search sat, along with other lesser dignitaries who had not been privileged enough to see the backstage show.
Priya noticed Sanjay sitting towards the end of the front row. He gave her a “thumbs up” as she stared in his direction. ‘Was that to offer moral support in facing her ordeal or was he approving of the spectacle?’ she wondered.
Finally, having completed a circuit of the basketball court, the two penitents were led up onto the platform to stand each in front of one of the caning frames. “Kneel!” Sergeant Miller ordered. Priya looked at her. “You heard me! On your knees, both of you! Quickly!” Priya sank to her knees. Barb followed a moment later.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” an unseen announcer’s voice boomed over the amped-up PA system. “Please welcome the Attorney General of our great state!”
Priya watched the AG rise from his seat in the VIP section as one of the ushers lifted the rope so he could pass onto the court. He strode purposefully up onto the platform to stand in between Priya and Barb. Another usher handed him a wireless microphone.
“Citizens of this state! Distinguished guests! We are here today to see justice done, to see as clearly as can be seen that our laws are not to be trifled with.” As he began speaking, Priya felt a shudder coming from underneath her. The platform was slowly rotating. She realized that once she and Barb were attached to the frames, this would allow everyone in the arena an alternating view of their backsides and the damage being done by the rattan and their faces and their reactions to the agonizing punishment.
“You see before you two scofflaws,” the AG continued, “who will, today, pay for their crimes. One of them,”-a spotlight attached to one of the rafters illuminated Priya, as though a judgmental deity was fingering her for divine approbation. Priya blinked, blinded by the light-“Priya Raman, formerly held a position of trust in the administration of justice in this state and abused that position for her own ends. Such betrayal of you, the citizens, cannot be tolerated.”
“The other,”-the beam swung over slightly to illuminate Barb-“Barbara Moore, was previously punished for mocking our justice system, but failed to learn her lesson and repeated her crime in an even more outrageous fashion.” The crowd booed lustily at this blatant disrespect shown to the state they were proud to live in.
“Both have been sentenced by the Honorable Judge Martin Powers”-Judge Powers stood and bowed to applause from the crowd-“to receive twenty four strokes of the judicial rattan upon their naked buttocks.” At the word “naked” there was a raucous roar of approval that shook the arena.
“Normally, such punishments are administered in private in one of our Corporal Punishment Centers, like the one here in Dorsbury, where Dr. Raman formerly worked. But we as a state should not feel that we need to hide how our laws are enforced. Full transparency is what is called for. Our laws are just, as you can see from the fact that even state officials are not immune to them.”
“So why not be open about the punishments that are meted out? Let those tempted to break our laws watch how these two suffer and take that to heart. We have nothing to be ashamed of-it is these two offenders who should feel shame, if they are capable of such feelings.”
“Lest anyone doubt the shamelessness of these two criminals, let me show you how they behaved a few short minutes ago in the Visitors’ locker room right here in this arena.”
Priya looked at Barb. ‘Surely, he couldn’t mean to show THAT?’ she mouthed, not sure Barb made it out.
But, THAT was exactly what appeared on the giant screen on the scoreboard. It was a bit grainy, but it was clearly Priya and Barb, naked, rubbing their pussies together until both of them had thoroughly satisfied themselves.
“These shameless hussies can’t even restrain their animal urges for a solemn occasion like their judicially ordered punishment!” the AG pronounced as the crowd howled in fake outrage and genuine arousal at the lurid spectacle.
While she and Barb were clutching at each other in the throes of passion, it had felt a bit daring and provocative to have an audience. But now, in the harsh light of the arena, projected on the big screen, it looked tawdry and deeply embarrassing. And, Priya knew that the video was probably already making the rounds of on line sites that reveled in such material, being watched by people from Beijing to Buenos Aires and everywhere in between,
Finally, the video ended, with Priya and Barb’s sweaty naked bodies pressed close together, their lust for each other satisfied. The AG descended from the platform and walked towards his seat, as the Chief of Corrections rose and walked onto the court. Taking the microphone from the AG, the Chief strode onto the platform.
“It’s time for these lawbreakers to pay for their crimes. On your feet! Both of you!” he ordered. The crowd shouted their approval. Priya and Barb struggled to their feet. “Guards, unchain the prisoners!” Beth knelt beside Barb and Sue knelt beside Priya and, working slowly so as to maximize the attention of the crowd, they removed their ankle cuffs.
“Prisoners, strip to the waist!” he ordered.
‘Well, this is it,’ Priya thought. ‘I never imagined I’d be showing my tits to several thousand spectators, but here goes.’ She pulled her shirt over her head and handed it to Sue. Barb did the same, handing hers to Beth.
They stood there, naked from the waist up. Barb had to use her hands to hold her pants up, so Priya, out of solidarity, kept her hands by her sides. The crowd roared its approval, stomping their feet until it seemed the arena might collapse.
But really, the sight was quite lovely and touching. Barb’s lovely pale breasts and Priya’s coffee colored ones made a delightful contrast. Priya felt the motor under the platform starting again. “Don’t move!” Sue ordered. They stood there as the platform slowly rotated through 360 degrees so that everyone in the arena could get a good look at their tits.
When the circular transit was complete, the Chief ordered “Prisoners, remove your pants!” Priya reached up and pulled the pants over her hips and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them, leaving herself completely naked. Barb didn’t even have to pull hers down; simply letting go caused them to fall to the platform.
The motor started again. “Hands by your sides!” the Chief ordered as the platform began its rotation, displaying Priya and Barb’s fully naked bodies to every section of the arena, eliciting a string of catcalls and whistles.
“Before we proceed with the punishment,” the Chief announced, “Four lucky spectators will have the chance to win an article of the uniforms worn most recently by these two offenders to keep as a souvenir of this special occasion.”
An usher approached carrying a bucket filled with ticket stubs. “Professor Moore, would you please select the winner of your pants?” the Chief ordered. Barb stood there, too stunned by the request to move.
“Better do it, Moore, unless you want extra strokes,” Sgt. Miller advised. Barb rolled her eyes, but reached into the bucket and extracted a stub.
“Please read the seat of the lucky winner, Professor,” the Chief said, holding the microphone next to Barb’s face.
In an expressionless voice she read, “Section 14, Row D, Seat 8”. A college age man in one of the upper sections jumped up and high-fived his pals in the adjacent seats, then bounded down the stairs and out onto the court, covering the distance to the platform at near Olympic sprinter pace.
He leapt up onto the platform to stand, panting, beside Barb. Priya didn’t know if he was a student that Barb had taught or otherwise interacted with on campus, but she looked deeply embarrassed, unable to bring herself to look at him.
The lucky winner, though, couldn’t take his eyes off Barb, checking out her naked body from head to toe. His eyes practically bored holes into her tits. “Give the lucky winner his prize, Professor.” Reluctantly, Barb bent down to pick up the orange pants she had so recently removed, as he stared longingly at her ass. She quickly straightened up and handed the pants to him. He held them to his face, inhaling deeply then scurried back to his seat.
The game was repeated with Priya drawing the stub of an older overweight man, who took considerably longer to arrive to collect his prize, but was no less pleased by his winnings. Fortunately, Priya didn’t know him. She didn’t think she could stand to face anyone she knew in this situation.
In short order, the two women’s uniform shirts were awarded to two more lucky winners. As the last victor carried his spoils back to his seat, the Chief cleared his throat. “The time has now come to award these two miscreants the punishment they so richly deserve. Guards, would you please secure them.” Beth took hold of Priya’s arm and began moving her towards the frame on which she would suffer her caning.
She glanced over at Barb beside her. The orgasm from pressing their vulvas together had been wonderful. Priya’s pussy was still tingling with a series of aftershocks. For a moment, as she and Barb had ridden the wave of pleasure together, she had forgotten the leering men, the shame of being naked before her former colleagues, treated like a criminal, like those they had “processed” together so many times had been, and, worst of all, the terrible flogging that awaited them.
Now that flogging was all she could think about. That and the crowd, which she heard before she could see it-a loud buzzing of excited conversation. Priya knew from the web site that pretty much every seat had been sold, meaning there would be thousands of people there, waiting to see her and Barb receive their court-ordered punishment. The only consolation was that she and Barb would suffer together, sisters in pain as they had been in pleasure.
Priya had never been much of a sports fan. As an undergraduate she had attended a grand total of one Dorsbury Dervishes game at the old arena. Since moving back to Dorsbury, she and Sanjay had gone to a couple of concerts here at Alvarez, so the space was somewhat familiar, though she had never dreamed she would ever play a starring role here.
But she had to admit that the sight as they reached the top of the ramp was impressive-the packed house, the large US and state flags hanging from the rafters to give the event its official imprimatur and the state-of-the art scoreboard, new since the last time she had been here. She noticed that in place of the Dervishes and the name of the visiting team, the game counter showed “Raman” on one side and “Moore” on the other. ‘Will Barb and I be forced into some contest?’ Priya wondered. Then she realized it would likely be used to tally the cane strokes as they each suffered through the two dozen that Judge Powers had awarded each of them.
Despite her efforts not to look in that direction, Priya’s eyes couldn’t help but wander towards the center of the court, where a circular platform had been erected within the circle where the opening tip-off of the basketball game took place. In the center of that platform stood the two imposing racks on which she and Barb would very shortly suffer.
They were not duplicates of oak one that they used in the Punishment Center, but made of metal. Still they looked solid enough to immobilize the two miscreants so the rattan would fall with full force across their defenseless hindquarters.
Suddenly, some members of the crowd caught sight of the two orange-clad women and commenced a loud mix of cheers and boos. Within a few seconds, every eye in the arena was directed towards Priya and Barb as Sue and Beth escorted them onto the court. The wooden floorboards felt smooth on her bare feet after the concrete.
Rather than directing them straight to the platform where their caning would occur, though, the guards paraded them around the perimeter of the court to loud rhythmic clapping from the assembled crowd. Priya couldn’t really make out individual faces in the crowd, but she knew that among them were people who knew her from her daily life, come to see her shamed and hurt for her crimes.
On the far side, they passed the roped off VIP section, where the various officials who had watched their strip search sat, along with other lesser dignitaries who had not been privileged enough to see the backstage show.
Priya noticed Sanjay sitting towards the end of the front row. He gave her a “thumbs up” as she stared in his direction. ‘Was that to offer moral support in facing her ordeal or was he approving of the spectacle?’ she wondered.
Finally, having completed a circuit of the basketball court, the two penitents were led up onto the platform to stand each in front of one of the caning frames. “Kneel!” Sergeant Miller ordered. Priya looked at her. “You heard me! On your knees, both of you! Quickly!” Priya sank to her knees. Barb followed a moment later.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” an unseen announcer’s voice boomed over the amped-up PA system. “Please welcome the Attorney General of our great state!”
Priya watched the AG rise from his seat in the VIP section as one of the ushers lifted the rope so he could pass onto the court. He strode purposefully up onto the platform to stand in between Priya and Barb. Another usher handed him a wireless microphone.
“Citizens of this state! Distinguished guests! We are here today to see justice done, to see as clearly as can be seen that our laws are not to be trifled with.” As he began speaking, Priya felt a shudder coming from underneath her. The platform was slowly rotating. She realized that once she and Barb were attached to the frames, this would allow everyone in the arena an alternating view of their backsides and the damage being done by the rattan and their faces and their reactions to the agonizing punishment.
“You see before you two scofflaws,” the AG continued, “who will, today, pay for their crimes. One of them,”-a spotlight attached to one of the rafters illuminated Priya, as though a judgmental deity was fingering her for divine approbation. Priya blinked, blinded by the light-“Priya Raman, formerly held a position of trust in the administration of justice in this state and abused that position for her own ends. Such betrayal of you, the citizens, cannot be tolerated.”
“The other,”-the beam swung over slightly to illuminate Barb-“Barbara Moore, was previously punished for mocking our justice system, but failed to learn her lesson and repeated her crime in an even more outrageous fashion.” The crowd booed lustily at this blatant disrespect shown to the state they were proud to live in.
“Both have been sentenced by the Honorable Judge Martin Powers”-Judge Powers stood and bowed to applause from the crowd-“to receive twenty four strokes of the judicial rattan upon their naked buttocks.” At the word “naked” there was a raucous roar of approval that shook the arena.
“Normally, such punishments are administered in private in one of our Corporal Punishment Centers, like the one here in Dorsbury, where Dr. Raman formerly worked. But we as a state should not feel that we need to hide how our laws are enforced. Full transparency is what is called for. Our laws are just, as you can see from the fact that even state officials are not immune to them.”
“So why not be open about the punishments that are meted out? Let those tempted to break our laws watch how these two suffer and take that to heart. We have nothing to be ashamed of-it is these two offenders who should feel shame, if they are capable of such feelings.”
“Lest anyone doubt the shamelessness of these two criminals, let me show you how they behaved a few short minutes ago in the Visitors’ locker room right here in this arena.”
Priya looked at Barb. ‘Surely, he couldn’t mean to show THAT?’ she mouthed, not sure Barb made it out.
But, THAT was exactly what appeared on the giant screen on the scoreboard. It was a bit grainy, but it was clearly Priya and Barb, naked, rubbing their pussies together until both of them had thoroughly satisfied themselves.
“These shameless hussies can’t even restrain their animal urges for a solemn occasion like their judicially ordered punishment!” the AG pronounced as the crowd howled in fake outrage and genuine arousal at the lurid spectacle.
While she and Barb were clutching at each other in the throes of passion, it had felt a bit daring and provocative to have an audience. But now, in the harsh light of the arena, projected on the big screen, it looked tawdry and deeply embarrassing. And, Priya knew that the video was probably already making the rounds of on line sites that reveled in such material, being watched by people from Beijing to Buenos Aires and everywhere in between,
Finally, the video ended, with Priya and Barb’s sweaty naked bodies pressed close together, their lust for each other satisfied. The AG descended from the platform and walked towards his seat, as the Chief of Corrections rose and walked onto the court. Taking the microphone from the AG, the Chief strode onto the platform.
“It’s time for these lawbreakers to pay for their crimes. On your feet! Both of you!” he ordered. The crowd shouted their approval. Priya and Barb struggled to their feet. “Guards, unchain the prisoners!” Beth knelt beside Barb and Sue knelt beside Priya and, working slowly so as to maximize the attention of the crowd, they removed their ankle cuffs.
“Prisoners, strip to the waist!” he ordered.
‘Well, this is it,’ Priya thought. ‘I never imagined I’d be showing my tits to several thousand spectators, but here goes.’ She pulled her shirt over her head and handed it to Sue. Barb did the same, handing hers to Beth.
They stood there, naked from the waist up. Barb had to use her hands to hold her pants up, so Priya, out of solidarity, kept her hands by her sides. The crowd roared its approval, stomping their feet until it seemed the arena might collapse.
But really, the sight was quite lovely and touching. Barb’s lovely pale breasts and Priya’s coffee colored ones made a delightful contrast. Priya felt the motor under the platform starting again. “Don’t move!” Sue ordered. They stood there as the platform slowly rotated through 360 degrees so that everyone in the arena could get a good look at their tits.
When the circular transit was complete, the Chief ordered “Prisoners, remove your pants!” Priya reached up and pulled the pants over her hips and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them, leaving herself completely naked. Barb didn’t even have to pull hers down; simply letting go caused them to fall to the platform.
The motor started again. “Hands by your sides!” the Chief ordered as the platform began its rotation, displaying Priya and Barb’s fully naked bodies to every section of the arena, eliciting a string of catcalls and whistles.
“Before we proceed with the punishment,” the Chief announced, “Four lucky spectators will have the chance to win an article of the uniforms worn most recently by these two offenders to keep as a souvenir of this special occasion.”
An usher approached carrying a bucket filled with ticket stubs. “Professor Moore, would you please select the winner of your pants?” the Chief ordered. Barb stood there, too stunned by the request to move.
“Better do it, Moore, unless you want extra strokes,” Sgt. Miller advised. Barb rolled her eyes, but reached into the bucket and extracted a stub.
“Please read the seat of the lucky winner, Professor,” the Chief said, holding the microphone next to Barb’s face.
In an expressionless voice she read, “Section 14, Row D, Seat 8”. A college age man in one of the upper sections jumped up and high-fived his pals in the adjacent seats, then bounded down the stairs and out onto the court, covering the distance to the platform at near Olympic sprinter pace.
He leapt up onto the platform to stand, panting, beside Barb. Priya didn’t know if he was a student that Barb had taught or otherwise interacted with on campus, but she looked deeply embarrassed, unable to bring herself to look at him.
The lucky winner, though, couldn’t take his eyes off Barb, checking out her naked body from head to toe. His eyes practically bored holes into her tits. “Give the lucky winner his prize, Professor.” Reluctantly, Barb bent down to pick up the orange pants she had so recently removed, as he stared longingly at her ass. She quickly straightened up and handed the pants to him. He held them to his face, inhaling deeply then scurried back to his seat.
The game was repeated with Priya drawing the stub of an older overweight man, who took considerably longer to arrive to collect his prize, but was no less pleased by his winnings. Fortunately, Priya didn’t know him. She didn’t think she could stand to face anyone she knew in this situation.
In short order, the two women’s uniform shirts were awarded to two more lucky winners. As the last victor carried his spoils back to his seat, the Chief cleared his throat. “The time has now come to award these two miscreants the punishment they so richly deserve. Guards, would you please secure them.” Beth took hold of Priya’s arm and began moving her towards the frame on which she would suffer her caning.