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Framed for Drugs - Innocence Defiled!
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Wow the speed of that whip lash...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
47. How Much Can One Little Girl Take?
Nadia repeated her previous exam. Lyn's condition, though now significantly more impacted, was still well within safety guidelines. As she listened to the girl’s heart, she pinched and pulled at the succulent nipples on her little hanging breasts. Turning to the rear, Nadia noted the large increase in open wounds and had to use three cloths to wipe up the blood. The medicated cloths drew a wailing scream from the girl as the stinging fluid went into the deep cuts in her flesh. The increased break time for the spectators increased the opportunity for the nurse to stealthily stroke her fingers over the juicy slit and toy with the girl's swollen clit. Cries of pain and moans of arousal were forced from Lyn's lips. Though it was clear that the pain was now beginning to dominate the pleasure. Nadia stretched her enjoyment as long as possible before nodding to Praetorio and returning to her spot.
Lyn tried to regain her sanity as the burning astringency of the ointment faded some. This break was noticeably longer than the first (Praetorius wanted to give the CNB Deputy Director plenty of time to return from the restroom.) She hung from her chains, panting, sweat sheening her body, trembles and shivers and spasms of agony still shaking her. Her head faced downward with the hair hanging down on each side, where it was plastered to her face by dampness. Sweat and tears covered her face, running in rivulets together to join and drip from the tip of her cute, tiny nose.
I can’t take this! She said to herself. The pain has to stop right now! I can’t take this!
Despite her modesty, Lyn constantly humped her hips, seeking some relief. The girl, in her agony, gave no thought to the amusement that pumping her spread and welted asscheeks would give to the spectators. Her pussy and clit seemed alive with heat and desire. But the all-consuming pain was starting to overwhelm even those strong feelings.
Nathaniel Praetorius saw that all the audience (except the parents and their lawyer) had returned. He looked with passing disapproval at the snotty kid and perverse educator who had eagerly move forward and were almost drooling in anticipation. The Warden raised his sonorous voice, "The sentence of the court is twenty strokes. Ten have been applied. Mr. Huresh, please deliver the next five."
Lyn was in too much pain to hear. But she did think of her parents. She struggled for the strength to raise her head. She looked back along her left side toward where she'd seen her folks sit. To her surprise, they were gone! In their stead, she saw Dean Dashwood and Roy sitting together in the front row. The Dean red in the face, his mouth half-open, stared hard at Lyn's young body. She could see his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare, thrusting ass. The girl felt a stab of humiliation and embarrassment as she was reminded of the obscene display her body was making in this position. Roy, however, quickly caught her eye and gave another thumbs-up. Lyn tried to smile, but it was more of a pained grimace.
Meanwhile, the hulking Huresh had taken his stance. He was determined to show Kelvin the damage he could do. Twisting his whole powerful body around, he brought the tip of the cane almost far enough around his back to touch his outstretched right arm. Then, as a snake struck swiftly from its coil, he spun back around to land his most brutal blow yet on the lower half of the already tortured cheeks.
Lyn had been attempting a brave smile for her boyfriend. But, instead, suddenly let loose a long keening shout of agony. She dropped her head, and streams of spit drooled from her mouth. She had no thought left of her parents or Roy or anything except the deep, stabbing pain shooting through her butt. After a few moments, though the pain had not subsided in the least, the exhaustion of her body changed the yell of pain to a long mournful moan of suffering.
Roy was glad he'd kept his look on Lyn's cute face. When the unexpected stroke had sliced into her butt, the flash of horrifying pain on that face was priceless. Lord, how he wished he could get a copy of the recordings being made! Perhaps he could find someone who could get a bootleg? he thought. Lord, it would be great to watch that while getting high and whacking...
The lad's attention was drawn back to reality as he saw the huge Malay rear back and deliver another punishing blow. Lyn's ass by now was no longer the sweet rounded white cheeks of a virgin girl but were swollen masses covered with welts, dark bruises, and bleeding cuts. Even without the girl's sounds of agony, just looking at the destruction to her rear was enough to imagine the Hell she must be enduring.
To many in the audience, the foremost attraction offered was the untouched crack in the middle with her anus and pussy peeking out even as her hips pumped in an obscene imitation of sexual arousal. Some of the men thought they detected a slight sheen of moisture on those virgin pussylips. Not a few of them fantasized slipping their rigid member between those bleeding cheeks to penetrate the young girl's most intimate spots fast and hard.
Kumar was into his zone now and let loose one more stroke on almost the same spot, bursting blisters and spraying a mist of blood from the beaten flesh. As Lyn screamed without pause, he delivered his last two strokes, above and below, completing his part of the destruction of the prisoner.
Praetorius took a moment to clear his throat and remove the tightness in his voice. Then he spoke loud and clear, “Thank you, Mr. Huresh, for your fine job administering punishment.” Brief, polite applause followed, and the Malay returned a slight bow.
Nate continued, “That completes the third five. There will be a very brief break while our medical officer examines the prisoner.”
Nadia repeated her previous exam. Lyn's condition, though now significantly more impacted, was still well within safety guidelines. As she listened to the girl’s heart, she pinched and pulled at the succulent nipples on her little hanging breasts. Turning to the rear, Nadia noted the large increase in open wounds and had to use three cloths to wipe up the blood. The medicated cloths drew a wailing scream from the girl as the stinging fluid went into the deep cuts in her flesh. The increased break time for the spectators increased the opportunity for the nurse to stealthily stroke her fingers over the juicy slit and toy with the girl's swollen clit. Cries of pain and moans of arousal were forced from Lyn's lips. Though it was clear that the pain was now beginning to dominate the pleasure. Nadia stretched her enjoyment as long as possible before nodding to Praetorio and returning to her spot.
Lyn tried to regain her sanity as the burning astringency of the ointment faded some. This break was noticeably longer than the first (Praetorius wanted to give the CNB Deputy Director plenty of time to return from the restroom.) She hung from her chains, panting, sweat sheening her body, trembles and shivers and spasms of agony still shaking her. Her head faced downward with the hair hanging down on each side, where it was plastered to her face by dampness. Sweat and tears covered her face, running in rivulets together to join and drip from the tip of her cute, tiny nose.
I can’t take this! She said to herself. The pain has to stop right now! I can’t take this!
Despite her modesty, Lyn constantly humped her hips, seeking some relief. The girl, in her agony, gave no thought to the amusement that pumping her spread and welted asscheeks would give to the spectators. Her pussy and clit seemed alive with heat and desire. But the all-consuming pain was starting to overwhelm even those strong feelings.
Nathaniel Praetorius saw that all the audience (except the parents and their lawyer) had returned. He looked with passing disapproval at the snotty kid and perverse educator who had eagerly move forward and were almost drooling in anticipation. The Warden raised his sonorous voice, "The sentence of the court is twenty strokes. Ten have been applied. Mr. Huresh, please deliver the next five."
Lyn was in too much pain to hear. But she did think of her parents. She struggled for the strength to raise her head. She looked back along her left side toward where she'd seen her folks sit. To her surprise, they were gone! In their stead, she saw Dean Dashwood and Roy sitting together in the front row. The Dean red in the face, his mouth half-open, stared hard at Lyn's young body. She could see his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare, thrusting ass. The girl felt a stab of humiliation and embarrassment as she was reminded of the obscene display her body was making in this position. Roy, however, quickly caught her eye and gave another thumbs-up. Lyn tried to smile, but it was more of a pained grimace.
Meanwhile, the hulking Huresh had taken his stance. He was determined to show Kelvin the damage he could do. Twisting his whole powerful body around, he brought the tip of the cane almost far enough around his back to touch his outstretched right arm. Then, as a snake struck swiftly from its coil, he spun back around to land his most brutal blow yet on the lower half of the already tortured cheeks.
Lyn had been attempting a brave smile for her boyfriend. But, instead, suddenly let loose a long keening shout of agony. She dropped her head, and streams of spit drooled from her mouth. She had no thought left of her parents or Roy or anything except the deep, stabbing pain shooting through her butt. After a few moments, though the pain had not subsided in the least, the exhaustion of her body changed the yell of pain to a long mournful moan of suffering.
Roy was glad he'd kept his look on Lyn's cute face. When the unexpected stroke had sliced into her butt, the flash of horrifying pain on that face was priceless. Lord, how he wished he could get a copy of the recordings being made! Perhaps he could find someone who could get a bootleg? he thought. Lord, it would be great to watch that while getting high and whacking...
The lad's attention was drawn back to reality as he saw the huge Malay rear back and deliver another punishing blow. Lyn's ass by now was no longer the sweet rounded white cheeks of a virgin girl but were swollen masses covered with welts, dark bruises, and bleeding cuts. Even without the girl's sounds of agony, just looking at the destruction to her rear was enough to imagine the Hell she must be enduring.
To many in the audience, the foremost attraction offered was the untouched crack in the middle with her anus and pussy peeking out even as her hips pumped in an obscene imitation of sexual arousal. Some of the men thought they detected a slight sheen of moisture on those virgin pussylips. Not a few of them fantasized slipping their rigid member between those bleeding cheeks to penetrate the young girl's most intimate spots fast and hard.
Kumar was into his zone now and let loose one more stroke on almost the same spot, bursting blisters and spraying a mist of blood from the beaten flesh. As Lyn screamed without pause, he delivered his last two strokes, above and below, completing his part of the destruction of the prisoner.
Praetorius took a moment to clear his throat and remove the tightness in his voice. Then he spoke loud and clear, “Thank you, Mr. Huresh, for your fine job administering punishment.” Brief, polite applause followed, and the Malay returned a slight bow.
Nate continued, “That completes the third five. There will be a very brief break while our medical officer examines the prisoner.”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you, 99. I have striven for realism. A judicial caning in Singapore is a brutal and blood affair. And realism demands that it be so portrayed here.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Who wrote these damned guidelines?
I wonder what Nadia replied when, as a little girl, she was asked what she would like to be when she grows up?
This guy is a true professional...
This guy however is a first class sleaze ball...
But wow, PrPr, Lyn's suffering is described so freaking thoroughly that I can almost feel her pain!
Just a few example passages of writing excellence that grace this chapter. Awesome!
Beautifully described punishment. Her poor bottom is paying a high price for her misdemeanours. She is a healthy young girl and the cheeks will soon heal.
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Wasted opportunity here, it would have been far more humiliating to have the
Jackie1111
Tribune
That is just the way I like it when it's my turn to suffer.
Actually, she can. She can and she will. She has no choice.
A gaping sex on fire and a rock-hard clitoris make for a wonderful distraction from any agony inflicted upon my ass cheeks.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Oh, @Jackie1111 ! You inspire me. This one's for you!
48. Only Three?
This time, Nadia found ample reason for concern with her exam. Lyn's eyes were dilated and not well focused. Her breathing was regular but highly rapid, only a bit short of hyperventilation. As Nadia listened to the heart, she heard a young solid beat with over 175 pulse rate and just the hint of irregularity.
Nadia wasn't at all surprised by this. Even fifteen strokes on one so petite and thin was a harsh and brutal punishment. She had no interest in questioning the court's judgment, nor had she any sympathy for the girl. However, as a medical person, Nadia recognized an ordeal that might be beyond Lynette's ability to endure. However, she did take a moment to enjoy tweaking those cute, pink nipples.
When the nurse came around to Lyn's rear, her observation confirmed her previous thoughts. The damage was severe and extensive. She recognized heavy and deep contusions that were evidenced by dark bruising and swelling. These, in themselves, due to their extent, would be cause for some concern. This result was no surprise after fifteen heavy strokes by expert caners. However, the amount of the cutting of the flesh was a more serious worry. Multiple overlaps of cane strokes had sliced open the skin on the buttocks and, in a few spots, caused much more than superficial cuts. The trails of red blood running down Lyn's inner thighs testified to the loss that he had endured. As the nurse used her towelettes to daub the blood, Nadia saw that the astringent could not halt the bleeding, even as the girl screamed in pain at the treatment.
When Kamari took the opportunity to stroke the damp pussy lips again, she noted that the girl's groaning in pain was not interrupted by the sexual stimulation. Another sign of the depth of the damage, she thought. Nevertheless, even a few strokes of her fingers on those swollen lips and teasing that erect, sensitive clit did bring noticeably more moisture flowing from her lovebox. This girl will make a passionate lover, Nadia thought, or an intense pain-slut.
Reluctantly pulling her hand away, the nurse turned to her obligation to report her findings to the Warden, who had ultimate authority over the punishment.
Warden Praetorio wasn't surprised when he saw the medical officer coming to speak to him. He had observed many canings and was well aware of the terrible damage that had today been inflicted on this young girl. Nevertheless, he had held his own opinion until the medical expert could express hers.
Nathaniel Praetorio wasn't a cruel man. As with many others in the corrections profession, he enjoyed dominating and hurting. And naturally, a man of his outstanding sexual prowess enjoyed the sight of a well-turned ass pumping and thrusting under the forceful ministrations of the cane. But he took no pleasure in the complete and brutal destruction of any of his charges. Though he projected calm professionalism in his work, he was, inside, quite soft-hearted and gentle. Indeed it is hard to imagine a more admirable corrections manager – or gentleman, for that matter.
However, Nate had risen to his current position by being a reliable administrator of penalties decreed by the court. And his deep sense of honor caused him always to strive to do his duty.
As Nadia spoke with the Warden, she emphasized that her concern was with the extent of damage to the girl's ass and not so much to her body's ability to survive the five last strokes.
Nate listened carefully, nodded, and thanked her. Then he went and took aside Justice Kann for a brief talk. The senior judge showed concern as the Warden explained the situation. In the end, he nodded agreement and smiled.
During the break for the exam and then the discussions, Lyn calmed only slightly from the tortured peak of her living hell. No, she thought. No more! I...I...please. Her thoughts were incoherent snatches of rationality and hysteria. She prayed for relief, for death, even for more of that delicious stimulation of her newly discovered pleasure nub. It all was a nightmare, for which the girl was wide awake!
Praetorio stepped back to his place and raised his voice. “The sentence of the court is twenty strokes. Fifteen have been applied. Mr. Boh, please deliver three more."
There was an immediate murmuring throughout the room at the discrepancy. The more experienced among the attendees assumed that the sentence was reduced for medical reasons. But why did the Warden not say so? And, if so, why not cease entirely. As all eyes went back to the cruelly damaged butt of the young girl, many agreed that it seemed she had already suffered more than such a frail creature could endure.
Kelvin was well enough trained that he didn't question his instruction for a moment. While internally, he might be a little disappointed, he would not let that show.
Boh gave Kumar a knowing smile as he took his cane and walked to his position. The wiry Chinese took his stance and fixed his gaze on the target. Even the experienced caner was impressed with the damage already done. Despite the ministrations of the nurse, blood was still coming in small streams from the deep cuts. He would try to make his last three strokes count as much as five! His lust for punishing this cute girl was far greater than any sympathy he might feel.
Lynette was in a foggy netherworld between ordinary consciousness and a crazed disassociation. The ever-increasing pain in her rear had overwhelmed every thought in her mind. The sweat covering her body had begun to cool and cause body-wide shivers. Even so, her pussy radiated heat. Her mouth was drooling uncontrollably. Her vision had seemed to dim and defocus, and she squeezed her eyes shut. However, with all the other reactions of her suffering body, it was that blinding, cutting, piercing, hellish pain in her butt that completely dominated her world.
Kelvin let loose a whipping uppercut blow that caught the bottom of Lyn's buttcheeks and lifted the sweet flesh as the cane buried deeply in the soft underside.
Lyn's agonized scream of pain was every bit as heart-rending as before, though the audience all detected a significant reduction in volume along with hoarse scratchiness.
Boh, slightly miffed at the girl's less "appreciative" reaction, wound up for his second stroke determined to rip a more emotive cry of pain. He delivered it right across the maze of cuts in the center of her rear. The stoke caused a large and bright red mist of blood, but the girl's vocal reaction, though perhaps even more pitiful than before, was again reduced in ferocity. It was now clear to all that the prisoner's strength had eroded significantly.
Driven by both lust and duty, Kelvin proceeded to deliver his last blow, using all his power and skill. The sound of impact and the copious spray of blood provided ample testimony to his effort. Even so, the pumping of the ass, driven by unbearable pain, was now far less intense.
As Kelvin finished his three, the Warden spoke up with his commanding voice, "Mr. Boh, thank you.”
Boh gave a stiff bow from the waist and returned to his place beside Kumar.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
A slight oxymoron ... possibly
A veritable tour ...
... of the dark realms!
Can't wait to read the entire caning in the full on archive version! Loved it ...
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Can the medical officer please let that poor girl cum at last? She’s almost there now, a bit more judicious rubbing before the final two strokes might just achieve the required result and confirm Lyn as the painslut Roy has long secretly craved and deserves to own love.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
49. Praetorio Concludes the Punishment
Praetorio turned and addressed the small audience.
"On the advice of Medical Officer Kamari and after consultation with sentencing judge Kann, I have decided on my authority as Warden that the punishment be suspended at eighteen strokes to the prisoner’s ass. I think all here would agree that the prisoner has suffered heavily. We must keep in mind her safety. And there is the real concern of permanent, irreversible injury or more from even another stroke to her damaged buttocks."
The men present mostly nodded agreement, Roy, Dean Dashwood, and Deputy Director Keefer being exceptions.
"However," continued Nate, "it is my duty to attempt to inflict the full punishment earned by the prisoner, insofar as possible, even while considering their health." The audience sat quiet and puzzled.
With a confident stride, the tall, respected Warden went to the cane stand and drew out a very thin cane. Walking back to the center, he took position directly behind Lyn. The girl was hanging limply, emitting low moans of pain, with occasional tremors shaking through her body. The onlookers were breathless with curiosity and anticipation
Praetorio fixed his eyes on his target. He raised the whippy cane over his head and with a powerful, yet graceful motion swung the weapon, sweeping it down in a fast flexing arc, landing at the vertical, in the middle of the girl’s open and vulnerable crack The hard, thin rod of rattan smashed into the previously untouched anus.
Despite the involuntary tremors, Lyn had been hanging from her rack-tight chains, only semi-aware of what was going on around her. The pain and her physical exhaustion had left her drained of any strength to resist. The only tiny part of non-torture in her world was her warm and wet pussy.
Then, without warning, there exploded in the delicate and sensitive flesh of her anus, a pain that surpassed all the others. This stroke, cutting at her open crack, sent Lynette to new highs of shrieking, thrashing struggles.
Praetorio waited a half minute for her wild thrusts and shrieks to cease before taking aim again. This time, he swept the cane in a smooth fast arc from down low, bringing it up in a punishing uppercut that landed square on the exposed, wet swollen lips of the girl's pussy. Notwithstanding the tight ankle chains and the snug waist strap, the onlookers were sure that Lyn's hips raised an inch in response to that intimate attack. The cracking sound of the cane was toned with a wet squish.
The pain deep in her private pleasure parts gave Lyn the strength to scream and tear her arms and legs like a madwoman at her chains. The agony of her response lasted almost a minute before she collapsed into blessed unconsciousness.
The audience broke out into a round of spontaneous applause. Warden Praetorio turned and gave a small bow of acknowledgment and announced, “This concludes the twenty-stroke caning punishment of Lynette Chan. She shall be presently transferred to Changi Prison for treatment and incarceration. You may exit by the rear doors if you please.”
As the other guests stood and headed for the exit, Roy noticed that Dr. Dashwood was still staring open-mouthed at Lyn’s bleeding butt. Drool ran down his chin and his right hand was busy in his lap. The older man seemed to have forgotten everything around him. One to quickly take advantage of any opportunity, Roy gave the administrator a dig in the ribs and said, “Quite a sexy little show, wasn’t it, Dashy?”
Dashwood took a moment to come to his senses and stare with embarrassment at the student smirking at him. He managed to stammer, “Yes...yes, quite...educational for me.”
“Yeah, but time to get back to work, eh?” said Roy with a knowing grin. “We can tell quite a tale back at VJC of what we watched, eh?”
“Yes – No!” Dashwood responded in momentary panic. “I mean...this is a confidential student discipline matter. It would be inappropriate to discuss it. Even to report our presence here!”
“Of course, Dashy,” said Roy giving the blushing man a wink and another dig in the ribs. “It’ll be our little secret, eh?”
“Yes.. Why yes, Mr. Chua. Our secret. Yes.”
Roy put his arm around Dashwoods shoulders and walked out with him as if they were longtime buddies.
The others also exited after taking last leering views of the lovely, bruised, cut, and bleeding butt, anus and cunt of the young girl. Sergeant Daniel gestured to the two transport officers to leave with him.
Judge Kann, Prosecutor Ahmad, and Deputy Director Williams shook Nate’s hand and thanked him for the fine work. Then they also left.
Meanwhile, Nadia had gone to the side door and summoned two medical orderlies with a trolley for the prisoner. With the help of the two guards, they released the limp girl from the bonds of the apparatus and moved her to lie, face down, on the padded trolley.
Nadia covered Lyn from her shoulders to the small of her back with a wool blanket and placed another over her legs to keep the girl warm and prevent shock. One of the orderlies used a spray bottle to soak her ass with antiseptic. When no sound or motion came from the girl, Nadia knew she was really out.
The nurse led the way as the orderlies rolled the trolley out the side and to the infirmary. There Nadia performed further first aid before Lynette was prepared for transport to prison.
Praetorio turned and addressed the small audience.
"On the advice of Medical Officer Kamari and after consultation with sentencing judge Kann, I have decided on my authority as Warden that the punishment be suspended at eighteen strokes to the prisoner’s ass. I think all here would agree that the prisoner has suffered heavily. We must keep in mind her safety. And there is the real concern of permanent, irreversible injury or more from even another stroke to her damaged buttocks."
The men present mostly nodded agreement, Roy, Dean Dashwood, and Deputy Director Keefer being exceptions.
"However," continued Nate, "it is my duty to attempt to inflict the full punishment earned by the prisoner, insofar as possible, even while considering their health." The audience sat quiet and puzzled.
With a confident stride, the tall, respected Warden went to the cane stand and drew out a very thin cane. Walking back to the center, he took position directly behind Lyn. The girl was hanging limply, emitting low moans of pain, with occasional tremors shaking through her body. The onlookers were breathless with curiosity and anticipation
Praetorio fixed his eyes on his target. He raised the whippy cane over his head and with a powerful, yet graceful motion swung the weapon, sweeping it down in a fast flexing arc, landing at the vertical, in the middle of the girl’s open and vulnerable crack The hard, thin rod of rattan smashed into the previously untouched anus.
Despite the involuntary tremors, Lyn had been hanging from her rack-tight chains, only semi-aware of what was going on around her. The pain and her physical exhaustion had left her drained of any strength to resist. The only tiny part of non-torture in her world was her warm and wet pussy.
Then, without warning, there exploded in the delicate and sensitive flesh of her anus, a pain that surpassed all the others. This stroke, cutting at her open crack, sent Lynette to new highs of shrieking, thrashing struggles.
Praetorio waited a half minute for her wild thrusts and shrieks to cease before taking aim again. This time, he swept the cane in a smooth fast arc from down low, bringing it up in a punishing uppercut that landed square on the exposed, wet swollen lips of the girl's pussy. Notwithstanding the tight ankle chains and the snug waist strap, the onlookers were sure that Lyn's hips raised an inch in response to that intimate attack. The cracking sound of the cane was toned with a wet squish.
The pain deep in her private pleasure parts gave Lyn the strength to scream and tear her arms and legs like a madwoman at her chains. The agony of her response lasted almost a minute before she collapsed into blessed unconsciousness.
The audience broke out into a round of spontaneous applause. Warden Praetorio turned and gave a small bow of acknowledgment and announced, “This concludes the twenty-stroke caning punishment of Lynette Chan. She shall be presently transferred to Changi Prison for treatment and incarceration. You may exit by the rear doors if you please.”
As the other guests stood and headed for the exit, Roy noticed that Dr. Dashwood was still staring open-mouthed at Lyn’s bleeding butt. Drool ran down his chin and his right hand was busy in his lap. The older man seemed to have forgotten everything around him. One to quickly take advantage of any opportunity, Roy gave the administrator a dig in the ribs and said, “Quite a sexy little show, wasn’t it, Dashy?”
Dashwood took a moment to come to his senses and stare with embarrassment at the student smirking at him. He managed to stammer, “Yes...yes, quite...educational for me.”
“Yeah, but time to get back to work, eh?” said Roy with a knowing grin. “We can tell quite a tale back at VJC of what we watched, eh?”
“Yes – No!” Dashwood responded in momentary panic. “I mean...this is a confidential student discipline matter. It would be inappropriate to discuss it. Even to report our presence here!”
“Of course, Dashy,” said Roy giving the blushing man a wink and another dig in the ribs. “It’ll be our little secret, eh?”
“Yes.. Why yes, Mr. Chua. Our secret. Yes.”
Roy put his arm around Dashwoods shoulders and walked out with him as if they were longtime buddies.
The others also exited after taking last leering views of the lovely, bruised, cut, and bleeding butt, anus and cunt of the young girl. Sergeant Daniel gestured to the two transport officers to leave with him.
Judge Kann, Prosecutor Ahmad, and Deputy Director Williams shook Nate’s hand and thanked him for the fine work. Then they also left.
Meanwhile, Nadia had gone to the side door and summoned two medical orderlies with a trolley for the prisoner. With the help of the two guards, they released the limp girl from the bonds of the apparatus and moved her to lie, face down, on the padded trolley.
Nadia covered Lyn from her shoulders to the small of her back with a wool blanket and placed another over her legs to keep the girl warm and prevent shock. One of the orderlies used a spray bottle to soak her ass with antiseptic. When no sound or motion came from the girl, Nadia knew she was really out.
The nurse led the way as the orderlies rolled the trolley out the side and to the infirmary. There Nadia performed further first aid before Lynette was prepared for transport to prison.
Uh oh, Roy will be running the school from now on … introducing who knows what … cameras in the girl’s locker rooms? Bare-assed birchings in Dashwood’s office for all girls who break school rules, administered by you know who and his pals, mandatory on the spot hands-on-the-wall clothing and cleanliness checks in the hallways, introduction of licking snd sucking into the phys-ed curricula?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Sound like what life was for non-cheerleaders at your High School, Barb?
As Framed moves rapidly toward the end, the question must be - who is your most admired character? Roy, Pang. Daniel, Lyn, or, most likely, Praetorio?
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