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Warden Noba, thought a moment before replying. “I have been educated in the West. I have a degree from the University of California at Irvine. I understand that sort of behavior is tolerated there, even though it might be illegal.
I'm wondering whether Warden Noba smoked pot while she was at Irvine ;)
 
I'm wondering whether Warden Noba smoked pot while she was at Irvine ;)
That is a fascinating question. If you are ever in Trabbia, you might ask her. I wonder what would happen to you for being so nosy, though.

Oh Yes Please, you are not going to put me off
but disinfect my burning bum with undiluted
Jeyes Fluid,then i won`t howl i will just pass out

I had to look that product up. Have you compared its effects on rattan-ripped flesh to those of plain salt water? You might want to inform the Trabbian Ministry of Justice of your results. Of course, salt water is cheaper and the family of the Minister of Justice owns a salt mine.

Lovely Story By The Way
You Are A Great Writer

I am truly and sincerely humbled by your appreciation, of which I am not worthy.

Soon it will be time to flog the second offender. Can't let her escape her justly deserved punishment.
 
That is a fascinating question. If you are ever in Trabbia, you might ask her. I wonder what would happen to you for being so nosy, though.



I had to look that product up. Have you compared its effects on rattan-ripped flesh to those of plain salt water? You might want to inform the Trabbian Ministry of Justice of your results. Of course, salt water is cheaper and the family of the Minister of Justice owns a salt mine.



I am truly and sincerely humbled by your appreciation, of which I am not worthy.

Soon it will be time to flog the second offender. Can't let her escape her justly deserved punishment.


Oh You Lovely Man
 
Jeyes Fluid is a very strong disinfectent and it`s used a lot in gardening too
it can be watered down,but for a cane ravaged bum pour it on neat, she will
scream the place down, believe me
 
Two guards went out through the door and a moment later re-appeared with the other offender. She was shorter and somewhat stouter than her friend, and appeared even more frightened, perhaps from having heard her the vicious sound of the cane hitting her friend’s butt and the pitiful moans and pleas it had drawn in response. Either way, when she got about halfway to the area where the Warden sat with her guests, she stopped and burst into tears Noba shouted at the girl in a very stern tone, which Thura translated for the Americans. “She is telling her that she had better get herself over here or the guards will drag her over and she will get extra stroked for failing to cooperate.” With obvious reluctance the Thabbian student approached the canopied area. As she had done with the other girl, Noba reviewed her name and the nature of her crime and sentence. The girl sniffled her confirmation of the details. Once again, the female guard approached with the basket and the Warden issued the order to strip as she had done with the first student. This elicited a fresh round of tears and a fresh warning from the Warden. Thura told the Americans that if the offender was not completely naked in 3 seconds she would get 2 additional strokes. The girl looked terrified and quickly stripped until she stood stark naked facing the Warden and her guests, her coffee-colored skin covered with a sheen of sweat from fear and her wait under the tropical sun.

The visitors examined the young woman in her turn, particularly admiring her breasts, which were considerably larger than her friend’s. The Warden decided to move the proceedings along, signaling for the guards to take her to the frame, where she was quickly secured into the same immobile position as her friend.

The Warden suggested to her guests that they observe this punishment from the front, so they could see the girl’s reactions to the punishment. They walked around to the front of the frame and sat in the chairs arranged in a semicircle in front of the offender. They could look right into the terrified girl’s eyes, as the guard held her chin up. Seeing the foreigners, the bound young woman called out something in Trabbian. “She is very afraid and is begging you to help her,” Thura explained, laughing, “She must think you are powerful people who can stop an official proceeding.”

Warden Noba responded to her in a loud voice; Thura translated, “They can’t help you girl; they are just here to observe your punishment. You are going to get exactly what the judge gave you. That is the law.” Looking annoyed, Noba signaled to get started. The punishment- 8 strokes- was announced. The visitors saw panic in the young Trabbian student’s eyes as the punishment was called and the cane whistled through the air. They heard the solid crack as it struck home. For a second or so after the impact, nothing registered on the girl’s face. But, then, the visitors saw her eyes widen and her jaw clench as the fire, even worse than her darkest thoughts had imagined it would be, burned across her rump. They saw the girl’s hands grip the crossbar tightly and her head shake as if to deny how much something could hurt and they heard her labored intake of breath.

The guard called for the second stroke which hit home with appalling force. The only freedom of movement the helpless student had in her desperate struggle to manage the pain was the ability to turn her upper body, which caused her prominent breasts hanging down from her torso to move sinuously from side to side. This had a rather pronounced effect on the audience, especially Thura, whose hand was deep in his pocket, and Sarah, who squirmed anxiously, rubbing her legs together. Priya noted that the offender was gasping for breath, trying to fuel her hopeless exertions.

The third remorseless stroke caused her to moan imprecations unintelligible to the Americans. Thura told the visitors those were very bad words that he was not going to translate. Not surprisingly given the hot day and the severe stress the offender was under, her entire body was coated with sweat, her hair plastered against her forehead The fourth lash caused the offender to moan more curses and pleas. The guard at the front of the frame holding the girl’s head said something to her in Trabbian. “What was that?” asked Susan.

“She is telling her to be brave, that it is half over,” the Warden replied. That seemed to provide very little comfort to the poor student, judging by the copious tears flowing down her cheeks and the mucus dripping from her nose.

The girl looked piteously at the Warden and babbled something in Trabbian. “She is telling the Warden that she cannot take 4 more, that it will kill her,” Thura translated. Noba just looked away. The fifth stroke was called and delivered, drawing more struggles and moans from the young student. However, the sixth stroke was met with only silence. The guard holding the prisoner’s head held her hand up and said something to the Warden. The doctor stepped forward to examine his patient.

“It seems the offender has fainted,” the Warden told her guests, noting that the girl’s eyes were no longer looking at them plaintively, but had rolled back in her head.

“What happens now? Does the punishment stop?” asked Susan.

“Not usually,” responded the Warden. “The doctor can stop the proceedings if he feels that the offender’s life or health is in danger. That is unlikely with such a healthy young woman. Most likely he will revive her with smelling salts and we will carry on.” Indeed, the Warden’s prediction proved correct, as the doctor extracted a jar from his black bag. He unscrewed the cap and held the jar under the young woman’s nose. She coughed and began moaning as she had after the earlier strokes. He knelt and pressed the stethoscope against her chest for a few moments before looking at the Warden.

“She can take the full dose,” he pronounced. “She’s just a bit emotional, but her body is very strong.” And indeed, despite her protests, the girl did take the last 2 strokes, suffering the full sentence awarded by the court. Once the punishment was completed, Noba led the party around to the other side of the frame to inspect the damage done to the second offender’s buttocks. As bad as the first girl had looked, the second looked perhaps even worse, with blood flowing more freely rather than trickling as they had seen with her classmate. After the guard doused her behind with salt water, she howled like a banshee and struggled violently against the restraints as the stinging salt worked into the wounds. Finally, she was released from her bonds and helped by the guards off the parade ground.

“Now I would propose that we go to the camp hospital and see the treatment that is given to the offenders. You could ask them about the experience and how it has affected their propensity to abide by the law in the future. It should be most interesting for you” Warden Noba asked.

Susan hesitated before replying, “That’s really kind of you, Warden. Unfortunately, we really need to get back to our dig. We have many discoveries to catalog.”

“I understand and I certainly wouldn’t want to take you away from your important work,” the Warden said sympathetically, as she led the party back to their car. “I hope you all enjoyed our little demonstration. I am quite confident that these 2 offenders have learned the error of their ways and will not be back for further treatment.”

“We thank you for your hospitality. It was very interesting,” Susan told her. The students all chimed in their agreement with their professor’s words.

“Perhaps we will have an opportunity to meet again during your stay here. If not, I hope you will have a pleasant stay here in Trabbia.” The warden shook each of the visitor’s hand as they got into their car. Thura stopped at the main gate, where their phones were returned to them, and they drove out through the gate, without further ceremony.
 
“Perhaps we will have an opportunity to meet again during your stay here. If not, I hope you will have a pleasant stay here in Trabbia.” The warden shook each of the visitor’s hand as they got into their car. Thura stopped at the main gate, where their phones were returned to them, and they drove out through the gate, without further ceremony.
The End or tbc is my question...
 
The End or tbc is my question...


For the 3 American students and their professor, this is barely even the beginning. Much more to come.
Sorry I forgot to put TBC at the end. You may have me flogged for that offense if you wish.

Your stories are truly amazing you have got a friend for life
with me,even if you beat me black and blue i will still love you

I could never beat you Dorothy. However, if I were a Trabbian prosecutor and you broke the law, I would pursue you vigorously. Unless, you made private arrangements in my office to go easy on you.
 
For the 3 American students and their professor, this is barely even the beginning. Much more to come.
Sorry I forgot to put TBC at the end. You may have me flogged for that offense if you wish.



I could never beat you Dorothy. However, if I were a Trabbian prosecutor and you broke the law, I would pursue you vigorously. Unless, you made private arrangements in my office to go easy on you.
I let it go at this time with a written reprimand.
:span1:
 
For the 3 American students and their professor, this is barely even the beginning. Much more to come.
Sorry I forgot to put TBC at the end. You may have me flogged for that offense if you wish.



I could never beat you Dorothy. However, if I were a Trabbian prosecutor and you broke the law, I would pursue you vigorously. Unless, you made private arrangements in my office to go easy on you.

I`m good at private arrangements
 
appeared even more frightened, perhaps from having heard her the vicious sound of the cane hitting her friend’s butt and the pitiful moans and pleas it had drawn in response.
yes, being made to wait within earshot - even if I couldn't see -
would be a severe additional torture,
pain is four-fifths anticipation,
I'd be so tensed up I'd hardly need to be touched to start screaming -
 
I`m good at private arrangements

I bet. Let's meet in my chambers.

yes, being made to wait within earshot - even if I couldn't see -
would be a severe additional torture,
pain is four-fifths anticipation,
I'd be so tensed up I'd hardly need to be touched to start screaming -

I think you are quite correct. That's one reason they do it that way. Also for efficiency. Do one offender, then the next is ready.
 
During the short drive back, the women sat in silence, each contemplating what they had just witnessed. When they arrived back at the archeological camp they decided to head straight to the dig site, eager to make up for the lost time. As they were walking there, Thura turned to Susan. “What did you think of what you saw, Professor?” he asked her.

“It was shocking, brutal,” Susan replied. “I’ve certainly never seen anything like that.”

Sarah added, “I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they were students like us who were getting punished like that for smoking dope. I mean all of us have done that and much worse.”

“Aside from the awful pain, they must have felt so degraded, to be naked and completely helpless, strapped to that horrible frame,” Priya said, “I can’t even imagine what that must be like.”

“Have any of you taken Professor Morton’s class on ‘The Philosophy of Free Will’?” Susan asked her students. “I wonder what he would say about this. I mean here you have 2 girls who were autonomous people, students, just a couple of days ago and here they were stripped totally naked, restrained so they couldn’t move and whipped at the whim of the Warden and her guards. What does that say about our nature?”

Jen pondered the question. “I suppose it shows how little different from animals we are. How we can treat our fellow humans with such cruelty, especially when we have power over them.”

“And free will is an illusion, perhaps, that depends on living in a society that doesn’t practice abuse,” Sarah added.

“But, you must surely admit the other side of the argument,” Thura interjected. “Those young ladies will think twice and three times before ever breaking the law again. I am sure they will not forget such an experience for the rest of their lives. And some of their classmates will hear about it and perhaps see their wounds and they will want to avoid such a fate, so they will make sure they obey the law also. Certainly, none of you would want such a punishment, would you?”

“Of course not,” Susan told the Trabbian guide. “Who would want to suffer such a horror?”

At that point the discussion ended, as they reached the dig. The women worked hard to make up for the lost morning and Priya didn’t have any time to think any more about what they had seen at the Punishment Center until later that night. Even then, she hadn’t wanted to dwell on the horrible sights she had witnessed. Tired from the morning’s emotional experience and the afternoon’s hard work in the hot sun, Priya had a shower, put on a fresh T shirt and panties, her usual sleepware for the warm nights in the jungle, lay down on her cot and fell asleep almost immediately. Several hours later, around 1 AM, Priya awoke, her heart pounding, her shirt damp with sweat. She felt as though her body was immobilized and that something awful was about to happen. Coming back to consciousness, she tested her arms and legs and found they could move quite freely. Slowly it dawned on Priya that she had been having a nightmare in which she was strapped to the horrible caning frame back at the prison camp, about to be whipped. Even though she knew it was a dream, she imagined herself in the place of those Trabbian students, enduring the shame of being naked in front of all those people, the strangeness of being restrained, the pain. Would she keep silent, beg and scream, perhaps even faint as the second girl had?

These disturbing thoughts made it hard for Priya to get back to sleep. Perhaps, a walk would calm her down. She got up and slipped on her shorts and flip-flops. As she did, she glanced over at Susan’s cot. The professor was lying on her stomach, seemingly asleep. Priya strolled out into the night. It was the new moon, so it was quite dark, but she could see a dim light from Jennifer and Sarah’s hut and she heard sounds, so she walked over to see if they were awake and up for a little chat. As she came over next to their hut, Priya heard a whistling, followed by a slapping noise and Jennifer’s voice saying, “One”. Priya noticed that there was a knot hole in the wood siding at about knee level. She sat down in front of the hole and heard another whistle and slap and Jen counting “Two”.

“What could be going on in there?” Priya wondered. She felt awful spying on her friends, but her curiosity got the better of her. She peered into the hole and was astounded at what she saw. Sarah was on all fours on the floor, naked, her ass sticking up in the air. Jen, equally naked, was behind her holding a strap that looked like it came off one of the backpacks they had travelled with. At that moment, Jen swung the strap, smacking it down forcefully on Sarah’s butt and announcing, “Three”.

“Oww,” Sarah moaned, “That hurt.”

“Good,” Jen replied, “Maybe next time there is a party, you will keep your hands off that bitch Veronica.” Then, she drew the strap back, ready to deliver the fourth swat. Priya felt ashamed at having seen such an intimate scene, but, even worse, she felt shame that she found it arousing. Disgusted with her dirty mind, she stood up and walked towards the camp kitchen. Still, she couldn’t help wondering whether this behavior of her classmates was their usual habit, or whether it was stimulated by the scene they had witnessed that morning.

After a brief circuit of the camp, Priya hoped that she was over the nightmare and ready to get back to sleep. As she passed Jen and Sarah’s hut on her way back to her own, she was relieved that she didn’t hear and more slapping noises, but only a low moaning. Unable to stop herself, she sat down again in front of the hole and looked in. Sarah was still on all fours, but this time, Jennifer was sitting behind her rubbing her hands over her ass.

“Gently, Jen,” Sarah cautioned, “It’s really sore.

“Oh, stop being such a baby, Sarah,” her lover replied. “That strap is nothing like the rotan that those girls got.”

“God, I bet that would hurt like crazy. I bet even you would cry, Jen.”

“I don’t know, Sarah, but if they were doing that to me I would do my best to keep silent just so as not to give the bastards the satisfaction of hearing me cry. I don’t know if I could do it, but I would sure try.” As she spoke, Jen’s hands strayed down to Sarah’s pussy which was prominently displayed in her supine position. She inserted two fingers inside her lover.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t know why, but I am sooo horny. Would you lick my pussy, Jen? Please? I promise I won’t even speak to Veronica again.”

“Well, OK, Sarah, I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Jen replied, bending her face down to lap at Sarah’s labia, while continuing to fuck her with her fingers. This sight was too much for Priya; illicitly watching her friends reenacting that morning’s caning and then having sex, was making her desperately, achingly horny. She opened the waist button of her shorts and slipped her hand inside her panties and inserted a finger into her pussy, moving it in and out as she listened to Sarah moan in pleasure under her lover’s tongue. It wasn’t long before Sarah announced, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming” and emitted a long low moan as she bucked her ass against Jen’s face and kicked her feet against the dirt floor of the hut.

Priya was sorely tempted to bring herself off right then and there, which would have taken only a bit of pressure on her clit, but decided she would be more comfortable in her own hut, on her own cot. She quickly stood, buttoned her shorts and hurried back to her own hut. Very quietly, so as not to wake up Professor Gelden, she opened the door a crack and peered in. Susan was lying on her belly, as she had been when Priya left for her walk. However, looking closer, Priya was startled to see that her professor’s very delectable butt, also clothed in panties, was rhythmically rising and falling and that one of Susan’s hands was not visible by her side. “Oh my God,” Priya thought, “Professor Gelden is humping her hand!” What should she do? In her heart, Priya really wanted to offer the professor some assistance in reaching her orgasm and perhaps have some assistance from the professor in reaching her own, but, in her head, Priya was far too shy to propose such a thing. Instead, she turned away and sat down beside the door to allow Susan to finish her task undisturbed.

Peeking through the slightly ajar door, Priya could see that Susan was humping her hand at full speed now, and panting for breath. Priya knew it was risky to watch, since Susan could possibly look up and notice that the door was not closed, but the sight of her beloved professor approaching her climax was too delicious to miss. All of a sudden, Susan’s entire body went rigid, her toes pointed straight out, and she emitted a moan, quickly stifled, before going limp.

Priya waited about 10 minutes, struggling the whole time to restrain herself from touching her genitals, since she knew it would take very little to push herself over the edge. Finally, she took off her flip-flops, opened the door and tiptoed to her cot. Susan did not stir, but frankly, Priya was so desperate for her own release that she doubted she could wait any longer even if Susan were awake. She slipped quietly out of her shorts and lay down. Slipping her hand into her underpants, Priya began rubbing herself again, this time focusing on her clit so as to get to orgasm as quickly as possible. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her toes curling with pleasure as she thought again about the 2 girls stripping for their floggings and being strapped to the frame. Priya almost bit her tongue in her efforts to keep silent so as not to be heard in case her mentor was awake. She recalled the guard impassively calling the strokes and, when the count reached 6, the orgasm hit her like a speeding train, causing her legs to thrash uncontrollably and her chest to heave as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

Finally, as Priya came down from her climax, she glanced over at Susan’s cot. The professor seemed to have slept through the whole performance, so Priya closed her eyes and drifted into a contented sleep.

END OF CHAPTER 2 MORE ADVENTURES TO COME
 
...And free will is an illusion...

What is the free will ?
Could it be not to submit our own body to the pain ?
Could we not search the pleasure in that ?
"Animals" ? Of course that we're, for a part, at least , but we can think, and to think can bring us many fantasies, so much fantasies that we could try to satisfy , not till irreversible injuries, but to be tied, naked, whipped like an animal, a slave, a thing ...
What is more wonderful ?

Great, great story windar , involving us to wonder some essential questions , like Priya at the end ...
BRAVO !!!

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