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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment

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They sent me here against my will. They said it was for my own good. They said that I would learn a pure and chaste way of life. No one ever told me about what could happen when men and women come together. I was feeing the urges of my found womanhood.It was just one time….he said he loved me. I wanted the baby but they took it away. They said I shamed my family, my village. They sent me away… to this convent. 02ED41BE-62A9-4F64-BBC7-191DBAFF2D02.jpeg

I still feel the urges, there are no men here. I get so wet when I touch myself down there. I think of that boy when my finger finds that sacred place. I feel the tingle start deep within me…….I feel that tingle grow as I begin to rub the little nubbin. My finger quickens…I start rubbing my nipples with my other hand…..Tweaking them and the tension builds in my body. The tingle reaches a crescendo, my back arches, my fingers quicken yet again. I feel the ecstasy of my release nearing. I sigh again and again. I rub harder… I finally reach the top of the mountain and my senses explode… my breath quickens, I scream, a scream of ecstasy , my body shakes as that wonderful sensation floats thru my body.89343E4C-FE68-43C2-83A7-666DB5041832.jpeg

As I lay spent against the chair the door flies open. They have heard my sighs, heard my scream. They find me with my hand still between my thighs. They are mortified….I am so embarrassed..,.they were witness to my ecstasy and now my shame. I know that it was forbidden but I just couldn’t help myself. I am taken to the Mother Superior. I have no defense ….They call me a wanton…a whore to my urges…I blush, trying not to cry. They say I will be whipped.2BD3E1F2-BA9E-4647-864C-B4103AB4EC1D.jpeg 81F0D6C3-0816-45B1-801C-352E86593569.jpeg

I try not to think about the pain to come. I am so afraid. But I can’t prevent feeling that familiar tingle when the man in the hood touches me to bind me to the whipping frame. Although my body is wracked with fear I feel myself becoming wet…..maybe I am a wanton. 1D775145-5FFF-4755-9AF0-0C6C07C6E78E.jpeg
 

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“The state of Mississippi against Linda and Debra Douglas . The honorable judge Harold Parker IV presiding. “ called out the bailiff. My sister Debbie and I were just traveling , from college to spring break in Florida, through this podunk Mississippi town when we were stopped by the local police. We had borrowed my boyfriend Elliot’s corvette and we weren’t speeding or anything. They just arrested us ...didn’t tell us why.....no phone call, no lawyer. They made us strip when we got to jail. In front of everyone...all male. There must have been a dozen of them. They all ogled us . Making comments, assessing our naked bodies. It was so humiliating... the whole routine.....bend over and touch your toes....full cavity search, more like full body search..multiple hands in intimate places. EF5B78C1-A01B-444A-9B7F-5EA21C92684F.jpeg 4A7B1A4E-DAF3-4E77-B626-25243A704529.jpeg


I couldn’t wait until we had a chance to tell the judge how we were abused. Our court appointed attorney who we had not met before we got to the courtroom, told us to keep quiet. The judge was stern but fair he said...did t like the defendants talking for their lawyers. We were charged with grand theft auto, speeding, drug possession, and bribery of a police officer......We didn’t do any of that. Our lawyer shushed us.. let me talk he said. He said we were just innocent college girls on break from school . Judge said the court would decide if were innocent. E2C14E9F-1FC3-496C-82E0-E8446B46DDA6.jpeg 9817A25D-EF23-4DF5-B6CC-C8578FAE090F.jpeg

The sheriff who personally did our cavity search brought forth the evidence; a stolen car APB describing Elliot’s corvette, a radar readout showing a clocking of 100 mph, a bag of what looked like marijuana and a written statement from two patrol officers that said we bared our breasts and offered them sex if we were released. Both Debbie and I cried out at the same time. We told the judge
...the car wasn’t stolen it was my boyfriends. ..the fake evidence ... the planted drugs....and the abuse by the police. The judge looked at the sheriff “ Well Ronny what do you have to say to that.? The sheriff smiled “ Not true cousin Harry, in fact I was the one that processed them into jail, if you’ll excuse the language , they offered me their pussies.” We were shocked, heard people sniggering in the courtroom. “ This trial is bullshit” I said. “ your all southern trash, probably inbred, all related to each other. Debbie added “We want a real judge, real evidence, a real court. Not this f**king joke of a trial. “

The judge slammed his gavel down, “ contempt of court...two counts each. Do you little bitches have anything else to say?” Daring us to say anything more. Debbie and I swelled our replies. Of course the jury found us guilty on all counts. The judge read our sentences. “ Linda and Deborah Douglass, I am sentencing you to 40 years each in the Harold Parker Correctional Institute for Women. Yes the prison was named for my great grandfather. The only prison in Mississippi where corporal punishment is still a viable option to mold prisoner behavior. Furthermore, for the contempt of court charges each of you shall receive 25 lashed of the number 3 prison whip for each count, 50 lashes in total after your processing on Monday. “ I gasped, grabbing Debbie’s hand as we both broke down , sobbing. We were going to be whipped. We had never even been spanked as children. I cringed when I heard the judge say to the sheriff “Ronnie aren’t we due for a prison inspection soon? I think Monday would be a fine day for it. “ The sheriff smiled “Wonderful idea Harry. Should be a most enjoyable visit.”
 
I am so scared. If this is really what god has chosen for me , I must accept but I am innocent. I don’t deserve prison, I don’t deserve to be whipped. I don’t deserve for those people to witness my shame.

This was supposed to be a religious and uplifting experience. I grew up in a strictly religious household, I always did the right thing. Not because it was the rule or expected, it was because it was the “right” thing. So when I went to college it was to a religious school. When the opportunity came to go on a Habitat for Humanity mission to the state with the lowest per capital in the USA, the state of Mississippi, for spring brake......my roommate and I jumped at the chance. We were sent to a small town not too far from Tupelo. There we met up with college students, on the same mission from all over the Midwest, both from private religious schools and public universities.

The group of students was quite diverse....some from small towns others from big cities even inner city. Some of the girls and guys were hooking up but my answer was always “No”.....I was saving myself for my husband someday. You know I always did the right thing. We were split up into two groups eventually. Some of us , like me, worked on the houses being built and others , like my roommate Kay, went into the more affluent areas selling bibles and asking for donations for our mission. I liked the students I worked with even if some were pretty lazy. Kay said her group was kind of wild but a lot of fun.

One morning Kay woke up sick and the project manager asked if I could go with the soliciting group until Kat was back on her feet. He said I would probably just be the driver for the group but learn what I could. I agreed. That morning we stopped at about a dozen houses in the ritzy part of town. Wow I couldn’t believe some of these houses....they must have been worth millions.

It was the last house , the biggest of them all, where this all started. For the first time that day I was told to just stay in the car, keep the engine running. They rang the doorbell and entered the house. I waited a while, it seemed like a very long time, then finally got out of the car. Just when I was going to ring the doorbell, the three guys I was with burst from a side door of the house and sprinted to our running car. I started to run down the long driveway waving my arms as the car sped away. Then I noticed a well dressed woman cometary the front door, pointing a handgun at me...telling my to lie on the ground, hands on my head. I did, I was very scared.
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Now I am sitting naked on bench in the local jail, waiting. Of course I was convicted as an accomplice to robbery. I told my attorney I was just the driver. He said that’s enough to make you guilty. He wanted me to confess....I wouldn’t, couldn’t lie.The woman identified me as the driver of the car. The judge said he was tired of bible- thumpers coming to Mississippi and causing trouble. He asked if I was ready to be sentenced. I said that I pray to god and he guides me and I accept whatever god has chosen. The judge smiled at me and said “ then god spoke to me too.... he said that Theft is a sin... 20 years in the state women’s penitentiary. He also said Mississippi is a corporal punishment state... spare the rod, spoil the child.....before you leave this jurisdiction you are sentenced to 30 lashes of the grade 5 whip on your naked bible thumping body. Bailiff, I call a one hour recess, prepare the prisoner for the whip. Those of you who want to view the proceedings are welcome.”
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The torture session is about to begin. She is strapped spread-eagled to the rig. He fondles her amazing body underneath her tunic. Soon he will cut it free, revealing her taut, nubile, beauty. Her body is available to him now. Will she be whipped, branded, or pierced? He has not yet decided. Her emotions are overflowing with fear, and anticipation. This will become one of the most meaningful experiences of her young life....
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