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Checking In For Punishment
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Juan1234
Governor
Jessie had lived a more or less normal middle-class life. She had never gone topless in public before, much less been beaten, and as the first stroke cracked against her bare back, she yelped in shock at the severity of the pain, though she quickly regained most of her composure in the embarrassing aftermath of the outburst. She was mortified at having yelped like she did, instinctively fighting the tears of pain filling her eyes, terrified of the next stroke.
It came hard. Very hard – harder than the first, and as she cried out this time, she could no longer keep her face from contorting with weeping. Her mind struggled to shift and adapt. This was not within the limits of her expectations – she was in a new world now.
As she heard the footsteps of Jack’s windup for the third stroke, she moaned a miserable moan of dread, rising into an uncontrollable burst of a scream as the whip tore into her body. As she silenced her weeping, she looked over her shoulder in disbelief at the force of the beating. They must be lashing her with all their might! It felt personal. Why should they hate her?
Again! Four. She knew she was making a scene, crying out like she was, and the crowd of spectators had already grown. The cameraman was
circling around in front of her for close-ups of her face and breasts. She hadn’t used much make-up that morning, but she was sure her face was a mess by now.
CRACK!! Five burned across her back and licked the side of her right breast. Twenty more!? She began to panic. By now she was sobbing continuously, interrupted only by her screams or when the whip momentarily took her breath.
Again and again the whips sliced and tore across her exposed flesh. The crowd was getting large. She thought of her husband. Where was he? Was he watching her on TV? Surely not? No, it was easier for her to think that
he was dead.
“Whew!” said Trevor after the fifteenth stroke, wiping sweat from his brow with his forearm.
“Take a quick break?” offered Austin, grinning.
“Yeah!”
Jack and Trevor fetch water bottles Austin had brought. Glad as Jessie was for the break, she did not relish standing at the center of the crowd half naked and waiting for the whipping to recommence. She could hear the men talking behind her.
“I like these new whips!” said Jack. “You can really get a good crack out of them.”
“I know!” said Trevor. “I was like, I don’t remember it being this easy to do a real zinger! I think I’ve hit her with a fire-cracker on every single one!”
“Me too! Did you see how she like, twisted on that one where I went up, like under her shoulder blade and got it around to her tit?”
“That was awesome,” Trevor took another swig, then squeezed his triceps.
“Ok, boys,” said Austin, “Ready to finish this up?”
It came hard. Very hard – harder than the first, and as she cried out this time, she could no longer keep her face from contorting with weeping. Her mind struggled to shift and adapt. This was not within the limits of her expectations – she was in a new world now.
As she heard the footsteps of Jack’s windup for the third stroke, she moaned a miserable moan of dread, rising into an uncontrollable burst of a scream as the whip tore into her body. As she silenced her weeping, she looked over her shoulder in disbelief at the force of the beating. They must be lashing her with all their might! It felt personal. Why should they hate her?
Again! Four. She knew she was making a scene, crying out like she was, and the crowd of spectators had already grown. The cameraman was
circling around in front of her for close-ups of her face and breasts. She hadn’t used much make-up that morning, but she was sure her face was a mess by now.
CRACK!! Five burned across her back and licked the side of her right breast. Twenty more!? She began to panic. By now she was sobbing continuously, interrupted only by her screams or when the whip momentarily took her breath.
Again and again the whips sliced and tore across her exposed flesh. The crowd was getting large. She thought of her husband. Where was he? Was he watching her on TV? Surely not? No, it was easier for her to think that
he was dead.
“Whew!” said Trevor after the fifteenth stroke, wiping sweat from his brow with his forearm.
“Take a quick break?” offered Austin, grinning.
“Yeah!”
Jack and Trevor fetch water bottles Austin had brought. Glad as Jessie was for the break, she did not relish standing at the center of the crowd half naked and waiting for the whipping to recommence. She could hear the men talking behind her.
“I like these new whips!” said Jack. “You can really get a good crack out of them.”
“I know!” said Trevor. “I was like, I don’t remember it being this easy to do a real zinger! I think I’ve hit her with a fire-cracker on every single one!”
“Me too! Did you see how she like, twisted on that one where I went up, like under her shoulder blade and got it around to her tit?”
“That was awesome,” Trevor took another swig, then squeezed his triceps.
“Ok, boys,” said Austin, “Ready to finish this up?”
Juan1234
Governor
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Thanks, Eulalia. I’m always nervous if I extend a story beyond the initial inspiration. I had only intended to write about “checking in.” Now I’ve got to keep the whole execution interesting somehow...Oh yes Juan, that comes up to expectations - cracking!
windar
Teller of Tales
Not necessarily. There are such things as executive pardons and clemency. There are certainly enough stories about nailing and all the gory details here that I for one will be quite happy without that..
Juan1234
Governor
Now there’s an idea...
Juan1234
Governor
Just then a motorcade pulled up and out popped the President.
"Hey everybody!" he waved, "It's great to see everybody here - great crowd - great crowd - I love it. You know I was just watching the whipping on TV, and I just thought, Jessica, you look like a wonderful person. A really wonderful, fabulous, beautiful person, and I think this is horrible. I do. I think it's horrible. I'm a very humane person. I'm the most humane person on the face of the earth. No one is more humane than me, so when I saw this, I thought it was horrible. Just a horrible, horrible thing to be happening in our beautiful land. I think it's a disgrace. I really do. So Jessica, I've decided to pardon you. I like pardons - I've really been enjoying them lately, and I think this is a wonderful time for pardoning a wonderful woman. So I signed the pardon 10 minutes ago, so you're free."
"Hey everybody!" he waved, "It's great to see everybody here - great crowd - great crowd - I love it. You know I was just watching the whipping on TV, and I just thought, Jessica, you look like a wonderful person. A really wonderful, fabulous, beautiful person, and I think this is horrible. I do. I think it's horrible. I'm a very humane person. I'm the most humane person on the face of the earth. No one is more humane than me, so when I saw this, I thought it was horrible. Just a horrible, horrible thing to be happening in our beautiful land. I think it's a disgrace. I really do. So Jessica, I've decided to pardon you. I like pardons - I've really been enjoying them lately, and I think this is a wonderful time for pardoning a wonderful woman. So I signed the pardon 10 minutes ago, so you're free."
Piper Marie
Governor
Damn it.... NOW he grows a conscious!?~ Fuck me.....
(I don't hate him either, but I do wish he would shut the hell up)
(Yes, that was a joke.) And for the record, I am not a Trump hater. My opinion of his is very nuanced. This is for laughs only, not political commentary. In fact, the above-mentioned president is NOT Trump.
Uh huh
Juan1234
Governor
I don't even know why I mentioned Trump - sorry - stupid. It's not JFK either, or Washington. Promise.
Uh huh
Juan1234
Governor
Jessie shifted her feet in her sandals. She had just managed to stop crying. Ten more. She worked her jaw and lips, glaring straight ahead, trying to ignore the ever-larger crowd watching her punishment for entertainment. Ten more.
She heard it coming and clenched her eyes and jaw. It didn't help. CRACK!! Shouldn't they be getting more tired, not less? It felt like the hardest stroke yet, and left her gasping, eyes bulging, lacking the breath to even scream.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Suddenly she realized the warmth between her thighs was her urine, and she locked down to stop it, face burning.
CRACK!!
She lost all strength and control with the shock of the lash. Her knees collapsed, and she looked down, weeping, to see her jeans, riding low on her hips, becoming more and more soaked from her crotch downward.
She got a brief respite as Trevor and Jack came around in front of her to laugh and inspect what they had made her do. She could feel a small trickle of blood slowly finding its way down her left side, itching terribly. She could hear more than one reporter now, in more than one language.
"Y como se ve, la condenada acaba de orinar en su pantalon."
"Yes, that's definitely pee you see there! But don't worry, she'll be taking off those pants before she's crucified. Meanwhile, she has eight strokes to go..."
"Ok, boys! Keep moving!" it was Austin, behind her.
The lash came again, and her despairing scream interrupted her sobs of shame. Her mind tried to go numb as a defense against the torture of consciousness.
Nineteen licked around her belly, almost to her navel, and she lost her breath. Why were they even doing this? They would soon kill her anyway. What was the point of the -
CRACK!! Twenty. Over the shoulder, chewing flesh from her collar bone.
No more thoughts. Just pain. Wait...
CRACK!! Twenty-one. Streaking from shoulder to hip, deepening the stripes already there.
Resignation. Wait...
CRACK!! Twenty-two. From the other shoulder to the other hip.
No more mental protest. Just feeling every bitter detail of her punishment, fully immersed in the unbearable present moment.
CRACK!! Twenty-three. Licking within an inch of her nipple.
CRACK!! She wasn't even counting anymore. Head back, blurry, weeping eyes unable to distinguish cloud from sky.
CRACK!!
She heard it coming and clenched her eyes and jaw. It didn't help. CRACK!! Shouldn't they be getting more tired, not less? It felt like the hardest stroke yet, and left her gasping, eyes bulging, lacking the breath to even scream.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Suddenly she realized the warmth between her thighs was her urine, and she locked down to stop it, face burning.
CRACK!!
She lost all strength and control with the shock of the lash. Her knees collapsed, and she looked down, weeping, to see her jeans, riding low on her hips, becoming more and more soaked from her crotch downward.
She got a brief respite as Trevor and Jack came around in front of her to laugh and inspect what they had made her do. She could feel a small trickle of blood slowly finding its way down her left side, itching terribly. She could hear more than one reporter now, in more than one language.
"Y como se ve, la condenada acaba de orinar en su pantalon."
"Yes, that's definitely pee you see there! But don't worry, she'll be taking off those pants before she's crucified. Meanwhile, she has eight strokes to go..."
"Ok, boys! Keep moving!" it was Austin, behind her.
The lash came again, and her despairing scream interrupted her sobs of shame. Her mind tried to go numb as a defense against the torture of consciousness.
Nineteen licked around her belly, almost to her navel, and she lost her breath. Why were they even doing this? They would soon kill her anyway. What was the point of the -
CRACK!! Twenty. Over the shoulder, chewing flesh from her collar bone.
No more thoughts. Just pain. Wait...
CRACK!! Twenty-one. Streaking from shoulder to hip, deepening the stripes already there.
Resignation. Wait...
CRACK!! Twenty-two. From the other shoulder to the other hip.
No more mental protest. Just feeling every bitter detail of her punishment, fully immersed in the unbearable present moment.
CRACK!! Twenty-three. Licking within an inch of her nipple.
CRACK!! She wasn't even counting anymore. Head back, blurry, weeping eyes unable to distinguish cloud from sky.
CRACK!!
Frank Petrexa
Tribune
Maybe Millard Fillmore? Maybe President 'Bobby' in "Being There"?
Horseman68
Executioner
So.......after about five months have to ask if this story and it’s many open threads has ended?
Juan1234
Governor
Thank you. Unfortunately, I have a few open stories right now. My top priorities for the moment are “Sentence Negotiation” and my Anjali Batra story. Thanks for reading!!
Hmm... on the one hand, I really like the juxtaposition of bureaucracy and barbarism. (or is it the opposite of barbarism - romanism or something?) On the other, I always get a very twisted feeling when those punished are forced into a mockery of consent - but then, it seems like one probably should, no? And it is justified well enough.