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Priya's Punishment

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Barbaria1

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About two months later ...

“Okay, you two. It’s 9:30. Time to get ready, Judge Powers is due here in about half an hour,” announced Windar from the living room.

“Shit! Do we really have to go through with this?” complained Barb from the kitchen where she was finishing up with after dinner cleaning up chores.

“Yes, this was all agreed to some time back now, right Priya?”

“Not with any great enthusiasm, but yes,” she responded with a sigh.

“Look, you two! We’ve been over this before. What you have both agreed to do tonight is a fulfillment of an obligation ... an obligation that cannot be put off indefinitely. Need I remind you that it was Judge Powers who went way out of his way to pull the legal strings necessary to set the two of you free of the clutches of the judicial system. He could just as well have ordered your pasts investigated instead. But that didn’t happen, did it? Because of him, you are living a comfortable existence here with me, both gainfully employed by Dorsbury College.”

“Need I remind you, that it was your despicable, grossly overweight friend who had me caned ... twice!” snapped Barb, standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on hips, eyes flashing.

Windar took a double, checking to make sure that he was mistaken when he thought he saw smoke coming out of her ears. It was only steam from the dishwasher, which she had just opened.

“Look,” he said, taking a placating tone. “It’s already agreed. The quid pro quo was that we treat him to a foursome tonight. We’ve put it off now as long as we could, citing the need for healing time. But that excuse has worn thin. There’s nothing wrong with either of your cute asses anymore. And he knows it. So adjust. Tonight’s the night. I expect both of you to behave ... to treat him with respect ... do whatever is required ... and do it with a smile. And Barb ... that especially means you!”

She responded by sticking out her tongue and throwing a wet dish towel at him.

“Just what exactly are we expected to do?” queried Priya.

“Be sociable, welcome him to our home, engage him in conversation, be familiar, call him Marty ... drink with him ... and when the time comes, go to the bedroom with him ... and me ... and perform whatever sexual favors or kinks he requests.”

“Open a bottle of wine, Windar. I think we better start drinking now,” sighed Priya, frowning.

“Marty?” cried Barb indignantly. “Not Judge Powers, but Marty? How in the world did you ever get on a first name basis with such a low life?”

“The Judge and I go way back. It’s a long story. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I no longer have any affection or respect for him. Like I said, we are fulfilling an obligation tonight. It’s just something we’ve got to do!”

“No! Not we! Priya and I are the ones who are going to have to put up with getting fucked, and God knows what else, by that fat slob. All you have to do is serve us up, and engage in the fun!” cut in Barb, her dander up, fists clenched.

“Calm down, please. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes, and you girls still have to change.”

“Change? What’s wrong with what we are wearing?”

There was no sign that Barb was inclined to calm down, and Windar shifted uncomfortably in his chair before replying.

“Well?” demanded Barb.

“Yes, well?” chimed in Priya.

“I agreed that you’d wear ... uh ... well ...costumes. They’re in those packages over there on the sideboard. He sent them over, and they arrived this afternoon.”

“And you didn’t bother to tell us ... until now?” muttered Barb, crossing over to the sideboard and ripping open one of the packages.

“Well ... uh ... yeah.”

“What the fuck!” exclaimed Barb, holding up a very short and sheer, baby-doll-style garment that looked like something straight out of some really old Playboy magazine photo spread. “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that!”

“Barb, please be reasonable. Marty’ll be here in minutes!”

“He’s right, Barb. We’ve agreed to this.” sighed Priya resignedly, holding up the contents of her package ... a white string bikini with diamond-shaped cut-outs to reveal its wearer’s nipples.

“Wanna trade?” snorted Barb derisively.

“Hurry! Go get changed! And wear heels!” pleaded Windar, nervously checking his wristwatch. “And, Barb, put on some makeup.”

*******************

“Evening, Marty. Come on in,” greeted Windar, stepping aside to usher the Judge into the foyer. “Let’s go sit in the living room. The girls are getting ready and will join us shortly.”

“Thank you, Windy. Pleasure to be here.”

“Let me get you a drink. What’s your preference.”

“A beer sounds mighty good.”

“Right!”

“So, Windy, did the packages arrive? Did the girls like their outfits? I ordered them online from this place that sells that sort of thing.”

“They did, Marty, and the girls were absolutely thrilled. They’re getting into them as we speak.”

“Splendid!”

“Here’s your beer, Marty. And I think I hear at least one of the girls coming now.”

“Evening, Judge. How good of you to come,” said a smiling Priya as she entered the living room with hand extended, wearing the white string and a pair of white four-inch stiletto heels.

“Ms. Ramon, you look absolutely ravishing!” gushed the Judge, clasping her proffered hand in both of his ... eyes glued appreciatively to the way in which her perky dark nipples poked through the cutouts in her white bikini top. “Please join me here on the couch.”

“Sure, Judge.”

“Marty ... Marty. Please call me Marty!”

“Sure. Marty it is.” she soothed, taking a seat alongside him, crossing her legs and casually brushing his hand aside before he succeeded in resting it on her thigh.

Windar thrust a glass of red Burgundy wine into her hand, and was about to settle himself into his favorite Scandinavian-style, leather easy chair, when she drained the entire glass and held it out for a refill. Giving her a look, he ambled over to the sidebar to fetch the wine bottle.

“Where’s the Moore woman?” queried the Judge, slipping his arm behind Priya’s back and resting his paw on her hip.

“Barb is touching up her makeup. Should be here shortly,” answered Priya, after downing her second glass of wine and holding out her glass for more.

“Say, you’re not one of those broads who lose their inhibitions after a couple glasses of wine are you?” chuckled the Judge as he fingered the tie on Priya’s bikini bottoms.

“No, that would be Barb,” joked Windar.

“Not funny!” snapped Barb, entering the room.

Everyone stared at her in open-mouthed amazement. She was wearing the sheer baby doll, as expected ... but ... she had put it on backwards so that she was bare-breasted. She had also made her face up to look like a clown, placed a baseball cap on her head at a funny angle, and wore Windar’s hiking boots ... unlaced ... on her feet.

“Oh Barb!” giggled Priya.

“What the hell!” exclaimed the Judge. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Goddamnit Barb!” groaned Windar in dismay.

“I’ll not be made a fool here!” shouted the Judge, releasing Priya and struggling to his feet.

“You already are one!” retorted Barb.

“Barb! Apologize at once!” ordered Windar, with “I mean it!” written all over his face.

There was a long, long silence with everyone staring at Barb.

“Okay,” she finally said, almost too softly to be heard. “Give me a few minutes to change and freshen up.”

After which she vanished.

“I should have sentenced her to thirty-six!” muttered the Judge, as he grudgingly reclaimed his place on the couch alongside Priya. “Doesn’t she ever stop?”

“Look!” said Windar, sharply. “She’s not so bad if you get to know her, give her a break, okay? I think we’ve seen the last of that.”

“Alright,” agreed the Judge, his expression softening as he slid his arm behind Priya again and rested his hand on her hip.

“Another glass, please,” said Priya softly.

Ten minutes later, Barb was back. She had removed the clownish makeup, was wearing the little black string bikini that Windar knew she kept in a drawer, and a pair of pointy-toed black heels.

“I decided the baby-doll was too retro,” she announced with a grin. “Hope the costume change is acceptable. I’m going to need at least two glasses of wine, though, to get in the mood.

“Give Moore some wine!” roared the Judge.

*****************

And so the ‘obligation’ was dutifully fulfilled later that night in Windar’s bedroom. The Judge took charge of the proceedings, acting as though he was presiding over a court room. He ordered everyone to strip naked and, after removing his own clothes, stretched out on his friend Windy’s luxurious king-size bed ... looking quite a bit like a pale-white, beached whale ... and beckoned for the others to join him.


Barb had by then downed three glasses and didn’t really care what she did. The Judge insisted that she start off their little orgy by riding him while he laid on his back, which she readily agreed to do.

And while the Judge huffed and puffed and played with Barb’s tits as she moved rhythmically up and down on his engorged shaft, over on the other side of the bed, Windar took Priya from behind, doggie-style.

After humping for several minutes, Windar and Priya orgasmed together ... Priya exclaiming “Oh my God!” as she always did, and Windar grunting like a bear, as he always did. After nearly three months of lovemaking they had honed their timing to perfection.

Meanwhile the Judge had clamped his big paws tightly around Barb’s slender hips and was moving her rapidly up and down along his thick prick, which to her seemed to be getting bigger and longer with each and every stroke.

“Take it easy, Judge!” she warned, “It’s starting to hurt a bit.”

“Nonsense! This is what it’s like to be with a real man, Moore! Wait till you climax. You’re world will never be quite the same again once you’ve been royally screwed by Magnificent Marty!”

As though to make his point, he released her hips to grab her nipples, which he squeezed and twisted, causing her to yelp with pain.

“Come on Moore! You ought to be there by now. Climax! And when I’m done, I order you to lick up every last bit of my cum!”

“I cum if and when I choose, and I don’t do fellatio!” she hissed, looking down with disgust on the rippling waves of sweaty fat on his chest and belly as he returned his hands to her hips and renewed his powerful thrusting.

By that time, Windar and Priya had recovered and we’re sitting, hand in hand, on the edge of the bed watching Barb ride Marty. They exchanged knowing looks as Barb slid endlessly up and down the Judge’s glistening wet pole, head thrown back and eyes closed as though she was in some kind of trance ... or maybe she was just drunk. In any case it was quite a show. Windar especially got a kick out of observing the way her breasts and her ass flesh bounced and jiggled each time she slid down and hit bottom with a jolt ... fully impaled. He wondered whether Barb would outlast Marty. Was this becoming a contest of wills?

“Training for next year’s marathon, Barb?” he quipped with a grin.

Priya laughed.

“Shut up!” Barb gasped ... just as the Judge suddenly went rigid.

Moments later she let out a long throaty moan, having climaxed at last ... but not before the Judge.

Collapsing on her side, and then rolling on to her back, she lay there panting ... legs splayed ... as copious quantities of the Judge’s cum oozed and squirted from between her labia ... coating her crotch and inner thighs with goo ... gobs of which dropped down to pool on the bedsheets.

Minutes passed. Time seemed to stand still.

“Hey! Look! Marty’s still not moving. Barb must have completely done him in,” joked Windar.

“Fuck off!” snapped Barb.

“Ahhh ... That’s our Barb. Let’s see now if she chooses to defy Marty or behaves and actually licks up that gooey mess.”

“Double fuck off!“

“Barb’s vocabulary has become rather limited, don’t you think, Priya? But, hold on, something’s definitely wrong here, Marty’s still not moving. Please check him out, would you?”

“Why? I’m not a doctor anymore, remember? And if Barb fucked him into unconsciousness, all the better for us, right?”

“Yeah ... perhaps so ... but ... uh ...well ... do me a favor and just check it out, Priya.”

Leaning tentatively forward, she pressed her fingers to the Judge’s thick neck, feeling for a pulse.

“My God! He’s dead!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Barb! You’ve killed him!”

“What? ... You’re kidding, right? ... no? ... really? .... Oh Shit!”
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Isn't it a crime to kill a judge with sex? A hanging offense?
You can’t possibly be implying that I could be arrested and charged for this, are you. I mean, the judge did this to himself, right? Look at the guy! He was a heart attack waiting to happen! And hey, if there’s trouble with the police, it’s not fair to pin this on me alone. Windar and Priya are just as culpable as I am!!!!
 

twonines

Tribune
You can’t possibly be implying that I could be arrested and charged for this, are you. I mean, the judge did this to himself, right? Look at the guy! He was a heart attack waiting to happen! And hey, if there’s trouble with the police, it’s not fair to pin this on me alone. Windar and Priya are just as culpable as I am!!!!
You have a point,a severe reprimand for Windar and another 24 for Priya should take care of it!
 

windar

Teller of Tales
Isn't it a crime to kill a judge with sex? A hanging offense?
Dorsbury is in New England. No capital punishment. The Detective assigned to the case is a guy named Goldman, who moved up there after retiring from the City, so little chance of being caught.

Now you can definitely claim to be "Last Word Moore".
Seriously though, a great conclusion to what has been an exciting,entertaining and well written story,thanks to you and Windar both.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Your comments kept us going (and going and going..)
 

Jackie1111

Governor
“Oh, God!” Windar moaned. “I’m coming!”

“Mmm!” Barb moaned as Priya went over the edge, shaking and shivering as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, which had known only pain the last little while. The three of them collapsed in a heap of sweaty naked flesh.

Later, as they were recovering,....
Okay, oh my goodness. Windar dear, that is some hot, hot story-tellng!!

The image you painted of Priya and Barb tending lovingly to each other's wounds touched me in a tingly way.

By the end I felt rather happy for them, as it is seems they are making the best of an awkward situation! :p

Hmm, now I wonder what's going through Barb's mind....
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Okay, oh my goodness. Windar dear, that is some hot, hot story-tellng!!

The image you painted of Priya and Barb tending lovingly to each other's wounds touched me in a tingly way.

By the end I felt rather happy for them, as it is seems they are making the best of an awkward situation! :p

Hmm, now I wonder what's going through Barb's mind....
Probably what you might imagine ;)
 

windar

Teller of Tales
Okay, oh my goodness. Windar dear, that is some hot, hot story-tellng!!

The image you painted of Priya and Barb tending lovingly to each other's wounds touched me in a tingly way.

By the end I felt rather happy for them, as it is seems they are making the best of an awkward situation! :p

Hmm, now I wonder what's going through Barb's mind....
Windar is making the best of it as well, isn't he?;) And Judge Marty found the whole scene "to die for" :p
 

Jackie1111

Governor
“What? ... You’re kidding, right? ... no? ... really? .... Oh Shit!”
"Oh shit" is right, girl. Why couldn't you just be happy and go along!? :llorona:

Such sexy, sexy stuff!! Well done, Barb.

“Evening, Judge. How good of you to come,” said a smiling Priya as she entered the living room with hand extended, wearing the white string and a pair of white four-inch stiletto heels.

This was my favorite line. What an image! I love Priya and have always identified with her. I appreciate your allowing her to be so confident and classy here. Priya clearly is a girl who is going to make the most of her sexual power. I am genuinely proud of her.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Yes!!! Loved that ... what an ending. Judge Marty getting his "Cum"uppence, and the Harley Quinn-esque first appearance with the clown make up and boots, what an image! Genius!

thank you so much Windar and Barb, it has been a real privilege to join you throughout this wonderful story.

Take a break by all means, but I for one cannot wait to read about the next chapter in the lives of these two hapless beauties!
 

windar

Teller of Tales
Yes!!! Loved that ... what an ending. Judge Marty getting his "Cum"uppence, and the Harley Quinn-esque first appearance with the clown make up and boots, what an image! Genius!

thank you so much Windar and Barb, it has been a real privilege to join you throughout this wonderful story.

Take a break by all means, but I for one cannot wait to read about the next chapter in the lives of these two hapless beauties!
A break definitely.

This was going to be the last story about Priya, coming full circle from being punished in Trabbia, then punishing others back in Dorsbury, then being punished herself in public in Dorsbury. But people seem to like the story, so who knows?
 
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