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Susan is getting quite excited by this whole affair, isn't she? Clearly she's been looking forward to another caning for a long time.
Now that pretty Priya knows this, she is obligated to ensure that Susan's punishment is especially severe.
Now that pretty Priya knows this, she is obligated to ensure that Susan's punishment is especially severe.
The mother and child reunion is only a caning away.
Looks like there is a lot of interest in this one. Why could that be? The emotional charge of mother and daughter suffering together? The opportunity to compare the young and more mature bodies of these women as they submit to their punishment? A sadistic desire to witness the sadistic mental and physical torture of two women bonded by ties of the closest family relation?
I admit to a curiosity. Will they be forced to strip together? Have they ever seen each other naked? Will they be caned simultaneously, perhaps facing each other, able to see the agony and shame in the other's dear face? Will Rebecca find that she is draw to this ordeal in the way her mother appears to be?
And Priya, who intends to have a night of passion with Susan. As she sees her old companion, touches her body, she will have in her mind visions of what is to come. Perhaps Susan also wishes to fel Priya's touch to remind her of that agony and ecstasy of before, and to highten her experience of Priya's healing touch after the caning.
We will have to see.
windar
Teller of Tales
Priya was a bit annoyed when she looked at the visitors assembled in the staff room, munching on bagels, smoked salmon and cream cheese that had been brought in from a very good local deli. Professor Simmons had stretched the agreement she had made with Paul Roberts and brought six, rather than five students, half male and half female. She hadn’t even bothered to apologize.
Meanwhile the legislative committee had shown up with six members, evenly divided between the majority and minority parties, four white men, one African-American man and one woman-all over 60, by the look of them, a few considerably so. And they brought along four staffers, much younger, perhaps early to mid 30s, three females and one male.
From the Department, there was her boss, Paul, along with Richard Morgan, the Director of Security-Sue and Beth’s boss-and a female psychologist, Dr. Karen Lazarus, who was a consultant to the Department. Priya was glad that her superiors, at least, hadn’t loaded up the truck.
Still, that made twenty, plus herself, Beth and Sue and the two male guards who had been there the previous time Rebecca Goldman had been summoned. The changing room would be crowded, to say the least.
Priya overheard Professor Simmons telling her students, “Don’t be afraid to ask questions, either of the staff or of the offenders. You’re here to learn after all.” She remembered when she and two of her fellow students had toured the Trabbian caning facility along with Susan. They had had many questions and she supposed these students would too.
The time scheduled for Susan and Rebecca’s arrival was fast approaching. “I hope these two criminals don’t take a powder,” one of the legislators grumbled. “I’d hate to have come all the way over from the capital for nothing.”
“How often do people not show up?” one of the male students asked.
“It’s very rare,” Richard Morgan told them. “The penalties are severe-a doubling of the strokes and time in prison. And in this case, the mother is from out of state, so she had to post bail and wear an ankle bracelet, so I’m sure they’ll show up.”
“Mother?” one of the female students asked, looking puzzled.
“”Your professor didn’t tell you?” Sue asked. Professor Simmons shook her head. “These two are mom and daughter. Both dangerous radicals; sort of a crime family,” she said. Beth and some of the legislators and staffers tittered.
About ten minutes before the appointed time, Priya saw Susan’s rental car pull into the parking lot. She watched on the monitor as they got out, looking resigned. Susan took Rebecca’s hand and they walked gamely towards the door.
“We like to make ‘em wait a bit, especially if it’s cold or raining out,” Sue said. The legislators nodded approvingly.
A few minutes past the hour, Sue said, “Let’s go welcome them.” She led the party to the entrance. The foyer was too small to accommodate all the visitors, so they lined the corridor leading into the facility. When the door opened, the two women looked shocked to see the crowd.
“Who are all these people? I thought this was supposed to be private,” Susan protested.
“These are official visitors, Gelden. Now get your ass inside and keep quiet,” Sue ordered. The two offenders stepped over the threshold and the door slammed shut behind them.
Beth made quick work of checking their IDs and summonses and then led the way down the corridor. The two women had to pass through a gauntlet of important officials, many of whom were undressing them with their eyes, as well as curious students, who could at least sympathize with Rebecca.
They reached the Offender Changing Area. “In here, you two, let’s go,” Beth ordered.
Sue ushered the visitors in. “It’ll be a tight fit, but if we squeeze together, we can all fit in here,” she advised. They crowded in a few rows, the front one only a couple of feet from the bench in front of the lockers where the two offenders stood.
“Goldman, you know the drill. Perhaps you can tell your mother what to do.”
“That’s OK. I think I can guess,” Susan said, removing her jacket and hanging it in the locker, then sitting on the bench to untie her shoes. Rebecca was doing the same.
Priya watched from the side, where she could see the two offenders as they removed their shoes and socks and also watch the students and legislative staffers jostling each other to make sure they could see the show that would come as the rest of the clothes came off.
Rebecca was pulling her T shirt over her head, while Susan was stepping out of her sweat pants. Soon, both were standing in bra and panties. Rebecca was sniffling. Susan looked outraged at the circus atmosphere.
Priya was desperately curious to see Susan’s naked body again after all this time. What she could see so far was little changed from what she remembered. Susan’s legs were muscular, much better shaped than her daughter’s skinny legs and her stomach was almost as flat as it had been in Trabbia. Priya assumed she still ran almost every day as she had back then.
“Keep going, ladies. Everything off. We’re among friends here,” Sue urged. The students and the legislators grinned. A few poked their neighbor in the elbow.
“Yeah, take it off!” a male voice yelled from the back row. Priya couldn’t tell for sure who had said it, but it was followed by a chorus of “Yeah!”s and wolf whistles.
“This is a fucking circus!” Susan said.
Beth got in her face. “Watch your mouth, bitch! Any more shit from you and I’ll write you up for extra strokes!” she screamed.
Susan pulled back, looking cowed. “Ok, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry what, Gelden? How do you address a staff member?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said, softly.
“You’d better be. These good citizens are outraged by your lawless behavior and they have a right to express themselves. Now your daughter is wiser than you. She’s kept her mouth shut and her clothes off and I suggest you do the same.”
Priya could see that, indeed, Rebecca had taken her bra off and was lowering her panties. She watched, transfixed, as Susan reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slide it off, placing it in her locker. Her breasts were lovely, much as Priya remembered them, though time and gravity had inevitably caused them to sag a bit against her chest.
“How old is mom?” one of the legislators, a balding man with a pot belly asked.
“Fifty seven,” Priya replied.
“Not bad for her age,” he said.
“Better than my wife,” one of the others said to general laughter.
Priya saw that Susan’s face was red with embarrassment. Despite that, she screwed up her courage and lowered her panties over her hips and stepped out of them. The male students were staring fixedly at her and Rebecca. Several of the men had obvious bulges in their pants.
“Alright, ladies, toes, on the line,” Sue ordered. However, unlike under normal circumstances, the tape line on the floor was occupied by the visitors. The two prisoners remained frozen in place. “Did you hear me?” Sue shouted. “Move it!”
Rebecca and Susan looked at each other, and not daring to disobey stepped into the crowd. The crowd slowly parted, the fully clothed visitors re-arranging themselves to make room for the two naked women, though not without hands reaching out to fondle breasts, asses and cunts.
Finally, the crowd had cleared the taped line, though several of the visitors were bunched close behind the two naked women, staring at their asses which would soon be the target for the cane. Beth led first Susan, then Rebecca through the drill-“Age before beauty,” she had quipped. “Run your fingers through your hair, open your mouth, spread your fingers, lift your breasts, show your soles, spread your toes.”
Priya watched carefully as Susan lifted each breast in turn. She remembered licking them all those years ago in Trabbia and felt a tingle in her groin.
One of the female students had a question-“How often do you find contraband in these searches?”
Richard had the numbers for the Department as a whole, not just this facility, so he answered. “Almost never with this class of low-level offender.”
“So is it worth doing?” another student asked.
“Better safe than sorry,” Richard replied.
“If I may,” Karen Lazarus, the psychologist, spoke up.
“Of course, Karen,” Richard said.
“There’s a reason beyond security. Being naked in front of fully clothed strangers is outside most people’s daily life. Making them expose themselves and aid in searching their own bodies gives the offender the message that they are powerless before the law, so they need to obey it. The rehabilitation process starts here.”
The legislators and students nodded sagely at this wisdom. “That’s an excellent point, Dr. Lazarus,” Professor Simmons added. “Class, when you write up your reports on this visit, I’d like you to give some thought to the roles that humiliation plays in the punishment, how that and the pain of the lashes re-inforce each other.”
Beth had the offenders squat and cough as she shone her flashlight on their crotches. As Priya had expected, Beth felt that she couldn’t see clearly inside. Priya knew that with offenders like these, who had challenged the very system, no one would pass up the chance to make them undergo a cavity search, especially before this audience.
“Priya,” Beth called. Priya walked over to the table and began pulling a pair of gloves on.
“Looks like they’re going to do a cavity search, just to be certain these offenders aren’t hiding anything,” Professor Simmons announced, in case anyone had been in doubt. “That’s an invasive procedure, so only a licensed physician can perform it, right Dr. Raman?”
“That’s correct, Professor,” Priya replied nodding.
“Over the table, Junior,” Sue ordered as she and Beth took an arm and maneuvered Rebecca to the table, spreading her legs apart and pushing her torso down onto the table top.
“You already searched me before,” the girl protested.
“That was days ago and you’ve been wandering around free since then. A dangerous troublemaker like you could have all kinds of shit up her snatch. Now shut your pie hole!”
“She could have all kinds of shit up her behind, too,” one of the male students called out to loud guffaws from the rest of the audience. Priya saw a look of disgust cross Susan’s face as she watched her daughter suffer this humiliation, knowing that the same fate would befall her momentarily.
Priya did a fairly cursory search of Rebecca’s vagina and anus before pronouncing her clean and removing the gloves and throwing them into the biowaste before donning a new pair.
“You’re next, Mom,” Sue announced as she and Beth escorted Rebecca back to her spot on the line and took hold of Susan to guide her to the table. Susan shook her head, but, seeing the futility of protesting, kept quiet and offered no resistance.
This was the moment Priya had imagined ever since Susan’s arrest. As she approached the prone body, she could smell Susan’s fear and shame. Priya applied some lube to the glove and slid her finger slowly up and down Susan’s labia, feeling her former professor squirm at the touch.
Slowly, she teased Susan’s clit, as she had done with her tongue back in Trabbia, then inserted two fingers into her vulva. Priya felt herself becoming wet as she probed Susan’s innermost places. She took her time. Susan had to sense what was going on. ‘Good,’ Priya thought.
Finally, she withdrew her finger and slid it down Susan’s butt crack to the dimpled hole. “Relax,” she said. “That makes it easier for both of us,” then she pushed two fingers past the muscular ring that surrounded the opening, feeling Susan’s bowels clenching her tightly.
She probed around for as long as she dared before finally removing her fingers. “She’s clean,” she announced in a voice with a hint of a tremor. “Take them to the clinic for their examination, please.” Beth and Sue led the two naked offenders out through the densely packed crowd of onlookers.
Priya was glad she had worn a pad inside her underwear this morning, because she was as wet as she had ever been. She thought about ducking into the bathroom to relieve herself, but she with all these visitors she decided that would be unwise.
Meanwhile the legislative committee had shown up with six members, evenly divided between the majority and minority parties, four white men, one African-American man and one woman-all over 60, by the look of them, a few considerably so. And they brought along four staffers, much younger, perhaps early to mid 30s, three females and one male.
From the Department, there was her boss, Paul, along with Richard Morgan, the Director of Security-Sue and Beth’s boss-and a female psychologist, Dr. Karen Lazarus, who was a consultant to the Department. Priya was glad that her superiors, at least, hadn’t loaded up the truck.
Still, that made twenty, plus herself, Beth and Sue and the two male guards who had been there the previous time Rebecca Goldman had been summoned. The changing room would be crowded, to say the least.
Priya overheard Professor Simmons telling her students, “Don’t be afraid to ask questions, either of the staff or of the offenders. You’re here to learn after all.” She remembered when she and two of her fellow students had toured the Trabbian caning facility along with Susan. They had had many questions and she supposed these students would too.
The time scheduled for Susan and Rebecca’s arrival was fast approaching. “I hope these two criminals don’t take a powder,” one of the legislators grumbled. “I’d hate to have come all the way over from the capital for nothing.”
“How often do people not show up?” one of the male students asked.
“It’s very rare,” Richard Morgan told them. “The penalties are severe-a doubling of the strokes and time in prison. And in this case, the mother is from out of state, so she had to post bail and wear an ankle bracelet, so I’m sure they’ll show up.”
“Mother?” one of the female students asked, looking puzzled.
“”Your professor didn’t tell you?” Sue asked. Professor Simmons shook her head. “These two are mom and daughter. Both dangerous radicals; sort of a crime family,” she said. Beth and some of the legislators and staffers tittered.
About ten minutes before the appointed time, Priya saw Susan’s rental car pull into the parking lot. She watched on the monitor as they got out, looking resigned. Susan took Rebecca’s hand and they walked gamely towards the door.
“We like to make ‘em wait a bit, especially if it’s cold or raining out,” Sue said. The legislators nodded approvingly.
A few minutes past the hour, Sue said, “Let’s go welcome them.” She led the party to the entrance. The foyer was too small to accommodate all the visitors, so they lined the corridor leading into the facility. When the door opened, the two women looked shocked to see the crowd.
“Who are all these people? I thought this was supposed to be private,” Susan protested.
“These are official visitors, Gelden. Now get your ass inside and keep quiet,” Sue ordered. The two offenders stepped over the threshold and the door slammed shut behind them.
Beth made quick work of checking their IDs and summonses and then led the way down the corridor. The two women had to pass through a gauntlet of important officials, many of whom were undressing them with their eyes, as well as curious students, who could at least sympathize with Rebecca.
They reached the Offender Changing Area. “In here, you two, let’s go,” Beth ordered.
Sue ushered the visitors in. “It’ll be a tight fit, but if we squeeze together, we can all fit in here,” she advised. They crowded in a few rows, the front one only a couple of feet from the bench in front of the lockers where the two offenders stood.
“Goldman, you know the drill. Perhaps you can tell your mother what to do.”
“That’s OK. I think I can guess,” Susan said, removing her jacket and hanging it in the locker, then sitting on the bench to untie her shoes. Rebecca was doing the same.
Priya watched from the side, where she could see the two offenders as they removed their shoes and socks and also watch the students and legislative staffers jostling each other to make sure they could see the show that would come as the rest of the clothes came off.
Rebecca was pulling her T shirt over her head, while Susan was stepping out of her sweat pants. Soon, both were standing in bra and panties. Rebecca was sniffling. Susan looked outraged at the circus atmosphere.
Priya was desperately curious to see Susan’s naked body again after all this time. What she could see so far was little changed from what she remembered. Susan’s legs were muscular, much better shaped than her daughter’s skinny legs and her stomach was almost as flat as it had been in Trabbia. Priya assumed she still ran almost every day as she had back then.
“Keep going, ladies. Everything off. We’re among friends here,” Sue urged. The students and the legislators grinned. A few poked their neighbor in the elbow.
“Yeah, take it off!” a male voice yelled from the back row. Priya couldn’t tell for sure who had said it, but it was followed by a chorus of “Yeah!”s and wolf whistles.
“This is a fucking circus!” Susan said.
Beth got in her face. “Watch your mouth, bitch! Any more shit from you and I’ll write you up for extra strokes!” she screamed.
Susan pulled back, looking cowed. “Ok, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry what, Gelden? How do you address a staff member?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said, softly.
“You’d better be. These good citizens are outraged by your lawless behavior and they have a right to express themselves. Now your daughter is wiser than you. She’s kept her mouth shut and her clothes off and I suggest you do the same.”
Priya could see that, indeed, Rebecca had taken her bra off and was lowering her panties. She watched, transfixed, as Susan reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slide it off, placing it in her locker. Her breasts were lovely, much as Priya remembered them, though time and gravity had inevitably caused them to sag a bit against her chest.
“How old is mom?” one of the legislators, a balding man with a pot belly asked.
“Fifty seven,” Priya replied.
“Not bad for her age,” he said.
“Better than my wife,” one of the others said to general laughter.
Priya saw that Susan’s face was red with embarrassment. Despite that, she screwed up her courage and lowered her panties over her hips and stepped out of them. The male students were staring fixedly at her and Rebecca. Several of the men had obvious bulges in their pants.
“Alright, ladies, toes, on the line,” Sue ordered. However, unlike under normal circumstances, the tape line on the floor was occupied by the visitors. The two prisoners remained frozen in place. “Did you hear me?” Sue shouted. “Move it!”
Rebecca and Susan looked at each other, and not daring to disobey stepped into the crowd. The crowd slowly parted, the fully clothed visitors re-arranging themselves to make room for the two naked women, though not without hands reaching out to fondle breasts, asses and cunts.
Finally, the crowd had cleared the taped line, though several of the visitors were bunched close behind the two naked women, staring at their asses which would soon be the target for the cane. Beth led first Susan, then Rebecca through the drill-“Age before beauty,” she had quipped. “Run your fingers through your hair, open your mouth, spread your fingers, lift your breasts, show your soles, spread your toes.”
Priya watched carefully as Susan lifted each breast in turn. She remembered licking them all those years ago in Trabbia and felt a tingle in her groin.
One of the female students had a question-“How often do you find contraband in these searches?”
Richard had the numbers for the Department as a whole, not just this facility, so he answered. “Almost never with this class of low-level offender.”
“So is it worth doing?” another student asked.
“Better safe than sorry,” Richard replied.
“If I may,” Karen Lazarus, the psychologist, spoke up.
“Of course, Karen,” Richard said.
“There’s a reason beyond security. Being naked in front of fully clothed strangers is outside most people’s daily life. Making them expose themselves and aid in searching their own bodies gives the offender the message that they are powerless before the law, so they need to obey it. The rehabilitation process starts here.”
The legislators and students nodded sagely at this wisdom. “That’s an excellent point, Dr. Lazarus,” Professor Simmons added. “Class, when you write up your reports on this visit, I’d like you to give some thought to the roles that humiliation plays in the punishment, how that and the pain of the lashes re-inforce each other.”
Beth had the offenders squat and cough as she shone her flashlight on their crotches. As Priya had expected, Beth felt that she couldn’t see clearly inside. Priya knew that with offenders like these, who had challenged the very system, no one would pass up the chance to make them undergo a cavity search, especially before this audience.
“Priya,” Beth called. Priya walked over to the table and began pulling a pair of gloves on.
“Looks like they’re going to do a cavity search, just to be certain these offenders aren’t hiding anything,” Professor Simmons announced, in case anyone had been in doubt. “That’s an invasive procedure, so only a licensed physician can perform it, right Dr. Raman?”
“That’s correct, Professor,” Priya replied nodding.
“Over the table, Junior,” Sue ordered as she and Beth took an arm and maneuvered Rebecca to the table, spreading her legs apart and pushing her torso down onto the table top.
“You already searched me before,” the girl protested.
“That was days ago and you’ve been wandering around free since then. A dangerous troublemaker like you could have all kinds of shit up her snatch. Now shut your pie hole!”
“She could have all kinds of shit up her behind, too,” one of the male students called out to loud guffaws from the rest of the audience. Priya saw a look of disgust cross Susan’s face as she watched her daughter suffer this humiliation, knowing that the same fate would befall her momentarily.
Priya did a fairly cursory search of Rebecca’s vagina and anus before pronouncing her clean and removing the gloves and throwing them into the biowaste before donning a new pair.
“You’re next, Mom,” Sue announced as she and Beth escorted Rebecca back to her spot on the line and took hold of Susan to guide her to the table. Susan shook her head, but, seeing the futility of protesting, kept quiet and offered no resistance.
This was the moment Priya had imagined ever since Susan’s arrest. As she approached the prone body, she could smell Susan’s fear and shame. Priya applied some lube to the glove and slid her finger slowly up and down Susan’s labia, feeling her former professor squirm at the touch.
Slowly, she teased Susan’s clit, as she had done with her tongue back in Trabbia, then inserted two fingers into her vulva. Priya felt herself becoming wet as she probed Susan’s innermost places. She took her time. Susan had to sense what was going on. ‘Good,’ Priya thought.
Finally, she withdrew her finger and slid it down Susan’s butt crack to the dimpled hole. “Relax,” she said. “That makes it easier for both of us,” then she pushed two fingers past the muscular ring that surrounded the opening, feeling Susan’s bowels clenching her tightly.
She probed around for as long as she dared before finally removing her fingers. “She’s clean,” she announced in a voice with a hint of a tremor. “Take them to the clinic for their examination, please.” Beth and Sue led the two naked offenders out through the densely packed crowd of onlookers.
Priya was glad she had worn a pad inside her underwear this morning, because she was as wet as she had ever been. She thought about ducking into the bathroom to relieve herself, but she with all these visitors she decided that would be unwise.
Windar, this story continues to be a delightfully different series of very interesting encounters.
Priya is no longer interested in the young woman, now that she has her mother.
Have the onlookers worked out that Priya is rather, um, invested in this particular examination?
"she's clean, which is more than I can say for my panties" she said, with a hint of tremor. Marvelous scene, really powerfully conveying the shame of the prisoners and how Priya herself is still a prisoner of her experience in Trabbia, helpless when her former teacher and lover is handed into her care. Deeply unprofessional and personally risky.
I love the way that this older woman has become an object of deep sexual arousal and obsession.
Now these two women will go to be properly examined to determine whether they are fit enough for punishment.
Great story, Windar, a fascinating exploration of eroticism, power and obsession.
Priya is no longer interested in the young woman, now that she has her mother.
Have the onlookers worked out that Priya is rather, um, invested in this particular examination?
"she's clean, which is more than I can say for my panties" she said, with a hint of tremor. Marvelous scene, really powerfully conveying the shame of the prisoners and how Priya herself is still a prisoner of her experience in Trabbia, helpless when her former teacher and lover is handed into her care. Deeply unprofessional and personally risky.
I love the way that this older woman has become an object of deep sexual arousal and obsession.
Now these two women will go to be properly examined to determine whether they are fit enough for punishment.
Great story, Windar, a fascinating exploration of eroticism, power and obsession.
Jackie1111
Tribune
I have little doubt that Susan secretly enjoyed that immensely.
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windar
Teller of Tales
Thank you, Phlebas.
"There may be snow on the roof, but there's a fire in the kitchen" (or something like that)!
Most of the countries our members are from have aging populations, so let's not limit our fantasies to those under 25 (but over 18 even if only by mere minutes).A few may have. I suspect her boss, Paul and Sue and Beth have sensed something..
I have decided to write this strictly from Priya's POV, biy if anyone would like to contribute a chapter from Susan's that would be entirely appropriate (and very interesting)...
Totila
Onlooker
Priya is completely unconcered by the the fact that Susan migh, at any point, blurt out that dr Raman herself has felt the cane, all those years ago back in Trabbia.
One of Priya's coworkers may be so angered by the baseless accusations against her colleague that she contacts the Trabbian authorities... only to find out that Susan was indeed speaking the truth.
While it's not grounds for a firing, it'll definately change how Beth, Sue and George interacts with Priya in the future.
One of Priya's coworkers may be so angered by the baseless accusations against her colleague that she contacts the Trabbian authorities... only to find out that Susan was indeed speaking the truth.
While it's not grounds for a firing, it'll definately change how Beth, Sue and George interacts with Priya in the future.
windar
Teller of Tales
Fortunately, she has another job offer, and a very good, in hand from Trabco Pharma, which we know from "Jungle Hell" she will accept in the end. So, she doesn't really care about that so much, unless her ethical violations are charged as crimes (with caning as a possible sentence
).All that boring stuff about contracts instead of interesting experiencesI regret that I hadn't that kind of excursions in my students time practicing law
Jon Smithie
Tribune
Ah Memory! Isn't it wonderful how a familiar scent can take us back to the days of our youth?
The Beast
Governor
All that boring stuff about contracts instead of interesting experiences
You know what does it mean
. But my favourite part of studying was history of law. Especially reading old court records with describing trials and punishments of women robers, cheating on her husband and witchcrafts. Flogging, branding and banishment was customary for that.
windar
Teller of Tales
The audience didn’t seem as excited by Priya’s medical examination of the two offenders as they had been by the strip search. And that was understandable-after all it looked more or less like a normal doctor’s visit, except for the fact that the “patients” were naked.
Priya briefly explained what the exam involved-measuring blood pressure and pulse, listening for any heart anomalies, drawing blood to test for banned substances and taking DNA in case there was a need to prove identity. No one in the audience had any questions.
The other difference from a normal doctor’s visit is that here the “patients” were hoping for bad news-some heretofore undetected health problem that would spare them from the flogging they had been sentenced to.
Unfortunately for Rebecca and Susan, they would receive no such news. Rebecca’s blood pressure and heart rate were still on the high side, they were lower than last time, possibly due to her mother’s presence, and nowhere near the point that would cause Priya to exempt her-certainly not with all these important people here.
Having cleared her daughter, Priya called Susan up. This was their one moment of semi-privacy, so she wondered if Susan would try one more time to prevail upon her to somehow exempt Rebecca. But Susan was wise enough to realize the futility of that and sat there silently as Priya completed her exam.
Susan’s blood pressure was normal and her heart sounded strong. “You’re in very good shape for your age. Do you still run every day?” Priya asked.
“Yes, almost every day, Priya,” Susan replied.
“How do you address a staff member, Gelden?” Priya corrected her. She didn’t want to seem too intimate in front of all these spectators.
Susan looked puzzled for a moment, then shook her head. “Sorry. Yes, almost every day, Dr. Raman.”
Priya smiled. “That’s better, Susan. Now, would you please stand?” She checked her former professor’s buttocks carefully and had to admit to herself that no scars from the caning in Trabbia were evident. ‘Fong’s cream really works,’ she thought to herself.
Priya stood. “Both offenders are cleared for punishment. If the visitors would please proceed to the Punishment Room, the offenders will be brought in one at a time to receive their floggings,” she announced.
For obvious reasons, the visitors found the Punishment Room far more interesting than the Clinic, since little in there resembled anything in ordinary, everyday life. The students and legislative members and staff crowded around the solid oak caning stand, pushing against it to assure themselves that it was solidly bolted to the floor.
“So, the offenders are strapped to that?” one of the female students, a petite blond, asked. “And they really can’t move?”
“That’s correct,” Sue explained. “It’s important that they be unable to move, because that prevents the cane from hitting any sensitive organs and assures they get the full force of each blow on their buttocks.”
“Why don’t you try it and see for yourself, Ashley?” one of the male students asked.
“Yeah, Ashley, try it!” the students all shouted. The legislators and staff were nodding encouragement.
“That might be interesting,” Professor Simmons added. “Would that be OK?” she asked.
Sue looked over at her boss, Richard Morgan, who shrugged and said, “I don’t see why not.”
The students started a chant of “Ashley! Ashley!” as the girl stepped a bit reluctantly towards the frame.
“I don’t have to be, you know, naked, do I?”
The chant changed to “Naked! Naked!”
“No,” Sue replied, “Of course not. You’re not a criminal. It’s just a demonstration. You can keep your clothes on. Beth would you help me, please?”
The other guard came over. “Alright, Ashley, take one more step forward until your hips are right against the padded bar.” Ashley shuffled her feet forward. “The first thing we do is attach the ankles. That way if the offender decides to run, they’ll find they can’t.” She and Beth knelt and each strapped one of Ashley’s ankles to the frame.
“Now try to move your feet,” Sue suggested.
Priya could see the student pulling on the straps, but her feet didn’t move. “I can’t!” Ashley announced.
“That’s right, you can’t,” Sue said. “Now, Beth would you do her wrists?” Beth went around to the front of the stand.
“Alright Ashley, bend over the bar,” Sue ordered. Ashley bent until her hands were within Beth’s reach. Beth grabbed them, placed them on the front crossbar and quickly pulled the leather straps tight around her wrists.
“Wrists secured,” Beth announced.
Priya watched Ashley pull on the wrist straps to no effect.
“Now we put the padded belt around her waist,” Sue announced as she and Beth pulled it tight and buckled it. “This has two functions; it protects the kidneys from an errant stroke and also holds the hips and buttocks immobile.”
“How does that feel Ashley?” Professor Simmons asked.
“Kind of scary,” Ashley admitted. “I really can’t move at all.”
“Now imagine you were naked and about to get eighteen lashes like our mother and daughter. How would you feel then, Ashley?”
“Really scared!” Ashley replied.
“And would you be sorry you had committed whatever crime got you here?”
“Oh, God, yes!” Ashley said.
“You see the rehabilitation begins even before a single stroke is applied,” Karen Lazarus interjected to a round of laughter from the visitors.
At that moment a well-muscled man dressed in a tank top and sweat pants, his head shaven, approached the group gathered around Ashley and the caning frame. He was carrying a stick about as long as his arm and thick as his middle finger at the leather-wrapped end in his hand, but tapering to about half that diameter at the far end.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce George Greider, the man who actually administers the strokes,” Sue announced. “And in his hand is the instrument of correction.” There were gasps from some of the visitors imagining what such an instrument would do to unprotected flesh.
George separated himself from the crowd and swished the rattan menacingly through the air. “The grip end is rigid, but the business end that hits the offender’s ass is very flexible,” he said, bending it almost in two to demonstrate its flexibility.
“Is he going to whack Ashley’s butt?” one of the male students asked.
“Why? Did Ashley do anything wrong?” George asked. The visitors snickered.
“No!” Ashley shouted.
“Well, there was that time…” one of the female students said.
There was chorus of “Whoa! Tell us!”
“Shut up, Samantha!” Ashley yelled. “What about when you…”
“Alright, enough girls,” Professor Simmons said. “We’re here to observe, not to participate. And I think when you see what the real thing is like, you’ll all be very glad of that and you’ll all be careful not to violate the law in the future, right?” The students all nodded their heads.
“Yes, I think it’s time to get on with the proceedings,” Richard said. “Sue and Beth would you untie this young lady and would everyone take their seats, please?” He indicated a semi-circle of folding chairs arranged around the caning frame. “Then we should bring in the first inmate. Let’s start with Mom, shall we?”
Priya briefly explained what the exam involved-measuring blood pressure and pulse, listening for any heart anomalies, drawing blood to test for banned substances and taking DNA in case there was a need to prove identity. No one in the audience had any questions.
The other difference from a normal doctor’s visit is that here the “patients” were hoping for bad news-some heretofore undetected health problem that would spare them from the flogging they had been sentenced to.
Unfortunately for Rebecca and Susan, they would receive no such news. Rebecca’s blood pressure and heart rate were still on the high side, they were lower than last time, possibly due to her mother’s presence, and nowhere near the point that would cause Priya to exempt her-certainly not with all these important people here.
Having cleared her daughter, Priya called Susan up. This was their one moment of semi-privacy, so she wondered if Susan would try one more time to prevail upon her to somehow exempt Rebecca. But Susan was wise enough to realize the futility of that and sat there silently as Priya completed her exam.
Susan’s blood pressure was normal and her heart sounded strong. “You’re in very good shape for your age. Do you still run every day?” Priya asked.
“Yes, almost every day, Priya,” Susan replied.
“How do you address a staff member, Gelden?” Priya corrected her. She didn’t want to seem too intimate in front of all these spectators.
Susan looked puzzled for a moment, then shook her head. “Sorry. Yes, almost every day, Dr. Raman.”
Priya smiled. “That’s better, Susan. Now, would you please stand?” She checked her former professor’s buttocks carefully and had to admit to herself that no scars from the caning in Trabbia were evident. ‘Fong’s cream really works,’ she thought to herself.
Priya stood. “Both offenders are cleared for punishment. If the visitors would please proceed to the Punishment Room, the offenders will be brought in one at a time to receive their floggings,” she announced.
For obvious reasons, the visitors found the Punishment Room far more interesting than the Clinic, since little in there resembled anything in ordinary, everyday life. The students and legislative members and staff crowded around the solid oak caning stand, pushing against it to assure themselves that it was solidly bolted to the floor.
“So, the offenders are strapped to that?” one of the female students, a petite blond, asked. “And they really can’t move?”
“That’s correct,” Sue explained. “It’s important that they be unable to move, because that prevents the cane from hitting any sensitive organs and assures they get the full force of each blow on their buttocks.”
“Why don’t you try it and see for yourself, Ashley?” one of the male students asked.
“Yeah, Ashley, try it!” the students all shouted. The legislators and staff were nodding encouragement.
“That might be interesting,” Professor Simmons added. “Would that be OK?” she asked.
Sue looked over at her boss, Richard Morgan, who shrugged and said, “I don’t see why not.”
The students started a chant of “Ashley! Ashley!” as the girl stepped a bit reluctantly towards the frame.
“I don’t have to be, you know, naked, do I?”
The chant changed to “Naked! Naked!”
“No,” Sue replied, “Of course not. You’re not a criminal. It’s just a demonstration. You can keep your clothes on. Beth would you help me, please?”
The other guard came over. “Alright, Ashley, take one more step forward until your hips are right against the padded bar.” Ashley shuffled her feet forward. “The first thing we do is attach the ankles. That way if the offender decides to run, they’ll find they can’t.” She and Beth knelt and each strapped one of Ashley’s ankles to the frame.
“Now try to move your feet,” Sue suggested.
Priya could see the student pulling on the straps, but her feet didn’t move. “I can’t!” Ashley announced.
“That’s right, you can’t,” Sue said. “Now, Beth would you do her wrists?” Beth went around to the front of the stand.
“Alright Ashley, bend over the bar,” Sue ordered. Ashley bent until her hands were within Beth’s reach. Beth grabbed them, placed them on the front crossbar and quickly pulled the leather straps tight around her wrists.
“Wrists secured,” Beth announced.
Priya watched Ashley pull on the wrist straps to no effect.
“Now we put the padded belt around her waist,” Sue announced as she and Beth pulled it tight and buckled it. “This has two functions; it protects the kidneys from an errant stroke and also holds the hips and buttocks immobile.”
“How does that feel Ashley?” Professor Simmons asked.
“Kind of scary,” Ashley admitted. “I really can’t move at all.”
“Now imagine you were naked and about to get eighteen lashes like our mother and daughter. How would you feel then, Ashley?”
“Really scared!” Ashley replied.
“And would you be sorry you had committed whatever crime got you here?”
“Oh, God, yes!” Ashley said.
“You see the rehabilitation begins even before a single stroke is applied,” Karen Lazarus interjected to a round of laughter from the visitors.
At that moment a well-muscled man dressed in a tank top and sweat pants, his head shaven, approached the group gathered around Ashley and the caning frame. He was carrying a stick about as long as his arm and thick as his middle finger at the leather-wrapped end in his hand, but tapering to about half that diameter at the far end.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce George Greider, the man who actually administers the strokes,” Sue announced. “And in his hand is the instrument of correction.” There were gasps from some of the visitors imagining what such an instrument would do to unprotected flesh.
George separated himself from the crowd and swished the rattan menacingly through the air. “The grip end is rigid, but the business end that hits the offender’s ass is very flexible,” he said, bending it almost in two to demonstrate its flexibility.
“Is he going to whack Ashley’s butt?” one of the male students asked.
“Why? Did Ashley do anything wrong?” George asked. The visitors snickered.
“No!” Ashley shouted.
“Well, there was that time…” one of the female students said.
There was chorus of “Whoa! Tell us!”
“Shut up, Samantha!” Ashley yelled. “What about when you…”
“Alright, enough girls,” Professor Simmons said. “We’re here to observe, not to participate. And I think when you see what the real thing is like, you’ll all be very glad of that and you’ll all be careful not to violate the law in the future, right?” The students all nodded their heads.
“Yes, I think it’s time to get on with the proceedings,” Richard said. “Sue and Beth would you untie this young lady and would everyone take their seats, please?” He indicated a semi-circle of folding chairs arranged around the caning frame. “Then we should bring in the first inmate. Let’s start with Mom, shall we?”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Nicely written and plotted episode. Motivations and actions are very believable. Went a long way to fleshing out
the characters.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
In my one law course (business law) I was slightly aroused when we started contracts and learned the requirement of "consideration"!You know what does it mean
Fine continuation, Windar. But I think you should have taken up Priya on her suggestion of relocating to the Basketball arena
windar
Teller of Tales
Would you mind explaining that to Moore?
Thank you. Unfortunately Dorsbury College has a big game that evening and needs the arena for practice...Fine continuation, Windar. But I think you should have taken up Priya on her suggestion of relocating to the Basketball arena
Jackie1111
Tribune
Secretly, Ashley's loins had become very warm and she was looking forward to pleasuring herself to this fantasy as soon as possible.
And from there, it's only a matter of time before she puts herself in the situation of receiving a flogging herself.
windar
Teller of Tales
A flash of fear crossed Susan’s face as she entered the Punishment Room and glanced at the caning frame and the assembled spectators. Then, Priya saw her regain control and stare impassively ahead.
She looked dignified as she walked towards the frame, Beth and Sue holding her arms, but not pushing or dragging her forward. That was what Priya loved in her former professor; she was maintaining as much poise as she could under these most difficult circumstances.
When she reached the frame, Sue and Beth knelt and spread her feet apart then strapped her ankles securely to the wood. Susan looked impassively ahead. Priya decided to leave her seat at the table and go stand at the front of the frame, where she could see Susan’s face and Susan could see hers.
This wasn’t her usual practice, but then, this wasn’t the usual offender. Beth looked at her a bit oddly as she joined her at the front, but said nothing.
“Bend over and grab the bar,” Beth ordered. Susan complied. She was looking right at Priya, who took hold of her left wrist and strapped it to the bar as Beth did the right. Sue wrapped the padded belt around Susan’s waist and made it secure.
“Wow! I can see everything-her pussy and asshole. Are you sure you don’t want to try it naked, Ashley?” one of the male students said loudly.
“Shut up, David!” Ashley replied.
“Yes, David, please keep your comments to yourself,” Professor Simmons admonished. “This is a solemn occasion.”
Sue had walked over to the table, picked up one of the two folders on it and opened it. The crowd was silent now, expectant. George tapped the end of the cane lightly against Susan’s ass, adjusting his feet until he was satisfied with his position.
“Susan Gelden, eighteen strokes for interfering with government operations. Stroke one!” Sue announced.
Priya couldn’t see the impact of the cane, but she could hear the “Swack!” of the supple rattan as it bit into Susan’s ass flesh. The rest of the audience could see the impact and there were gasps of surprise at the power behind the stroke.
Priya saw the pain cloud Susan’s face and saw her hands grip the crossbar for support in her distress. “Notice how she is trying desperately to move, just like Ashley did,” Professor Simmons noted. “The pain is making her pull harder than Ashley did, but she still can’t escape.”
“How long do they wait between strokes?” one of the legislators asked, a strain of excitement in his voice.
“Thirty seconds,” Paul Roberts replied. “We want her to feel the full effect of each lash. This is an official proceeding so there’s no hurry.” So, the audience waited, watching the welt rise and darken across Susan’s hindquarters and her struggles ebb as the pain slowly diminished, if only modestly. Priya heard her labored breathing.
Finally, Sue called “Stroke two!” Again the blow drew more labored breathing and fruitless struggles. The third produced a similar reaction. Sweat was now dampening Susan’s curly hair, which Priya had always liked and liked even more now that it was heavily streaked with grey. Her suffering made her even more beautiful.
Priya could see after the fourth lash that Susan, as brave and strong as she was, wouldn’t be able to stay silent much longer. It was clear from her face that the pain was barely ebbing over the course of the thirty seconds between strokes now. The crowd was murmuring, wondering how much longer she could hold out.
They got their answer when Sue called, “Stroke five!” which drew a low moan from the suffering professor.
“Oh, she’s feeling them now!” someone in the audience cried.
“I know it hurts terribly, Susan, but you’re strong. You can take it,” Priya told her. Susan shook her head, whether to deny her own strength or to try to clear her pain-fogged mind, Priya couldn’t say.
Strokes six and seven elicited louder moans. “Is she bleeding?” someone asked. Priya moved around to check Susan’s behind. A bit of blood was seeping from one of the welts where the outer skin layer had been abraded.
“Yes, that’s to be expected at this point,” Priya explained matter-of-factly. “I’ll disinfect her wounds when the punishment is over.”
“Stroke eight!” Sue called.
“Oh, God help me!” Susan shouted.
“I didn’t know you were religious,” Priya told her. “But you’re doing very well Susan. I really admire how you’re taking it.” Susan looked in Priya’s direction, but with the tears and the sweat from her forehead running into her eyes, Priya wasn’t sure how well she could see,
The ninth stroke was called and delivered. “Fuuuuck! Oh, fuck!” Susan screamed.
“You’re halfway now,” Priya told her. “You can do it. Just hang in there.” Priya had suffered only eight strokes in Trabbia and had been beside herself. Susan had already taken nine and had nine more to suffer through.
Priya tried to imagine how Susan was feeling. She didn’t need to imagine that she herself was feeling quite aroused watching Susan bravely bear her punishment. From the rustling in the chairs facing the frame she could tell she was not alone in her feelings.
“Stroke ten!” Sue called. Susan howled her agony to the uncaring spectators. Priya imagined the next few would be the worst part for Susan-the cane landing on battered flesh, but still not near enough to the end that one could imagine making it through.
From Susan’s anguished reaction to the eleventh and twelfth lashes, Priya decided her intuition was correct. Sweat was pouring down Susan’s brow, plastering strands of her grey hair to her face.
It was the thirteenth that finally broke the brave professor’s resolve. Perhaps because this was the one that went beyond the dozen she’d taken in Trabbia; the pain she couldn’t psychologically have prepared herself for-and still five more to go.
As soon as she caught a breath from her shriek of agony, Susan looked at Priya and shook her head, “Please,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I can’t anymore, please, Priya”. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with sweat and phlegm.
Priya was torn. She still loved Susan, but also loved her even more for suffering. Priya held her hand up and walked around to the back of the frame. Susan’s buttocks looked bad, covered with welts, blood welling up in several places, red droplets trickling down her thighs. But they didn’t look any worse than Keisha’s and Pamela’s had looked after that many strokes.
There was no valid reason to stop the punishment, and with her superiors here and in front of this audience, which was now staring at her, wondering what she would do, such a decision would be impossible to justify.
Priya walked back in front of the frame. She knelt and stroked Susan’s cheek, feeling the heat and wetness. She brushed a strand of hair out of Susan’s eyes. Then, Priya shook her head. “I’m sorry, Susan, I can’t.”
Then, she stood and signaled to Sue to continue. “Stroke 14!” was called and Susan howled in pain.
By the time the last four strokes were administered, Susan’s strength had deserted her. She barely reacted, just a low keening that went on and on even after Sue announced, “Punishment complete!”
The audience sat in stunned silence. One or two clapped quietly but stopped as soon as they realized no one else was joining in. The show they had seen spoke for itself.
Sue and Beth came forward and undid the straps that held Susan on the frame. The professor was too exhausted from her struggles and suffering to stand, so they helped her up. Paul Roberts stood and told the audience, “They’re going to take her to the clinic for treatment. I’d ask the visitors to please remain in here. There will be refreshments brought in shortly, and anyone who needs to use the facilities should do so now. Her daughter will be brought in for her punishment in approximately 15 minutes.”
Unlike her dignified walk to the frame, Susan had to be practically dragged out by Beth and Sue, her toes scraping on the concrete floor to add to her distress. Priya followed, along with Paul and the other Department personnel.
The two guards helped Susan onto the cot and then held her down, Beth sitting on her shoulders and Sue on her legs, so that Priya could clean the wounds. The alcohol ignited a new round of screams and struggles as it worked into the cuts and abraded skin.
Priya looked over at Rebecca. The girl was clearly horrified to see her mother in this state, knowing that she would face the same ordeal in a few minutes.
Finally, the disinfecting of the wounds was done and Priya gently applied the soothing ointment to Susan’s buttocks. Sue and Beth and the others from the Department needed to go back into the Punishment Room to prepare for Rebecca’s flogging. “I’ll be along in a minute,” Priya told them.
Alone with Susan for a few moments-the two male guards were at the back of the clinic, out of earshot-Priya stroked Susan’s hair softly. “I’m so sorry, Susan,” she whispered. “There was nothing I could do.” Susan lifted her head and looked at Priya, but said nothing, then turned away. Priya got up and went back into the Punishment Room.
She looked dignified as she walked towards the frame, Beth and Sue holding her arms, but not pushing or dragging her forward. That was what Priya loved in her former professor; she was maintaining as much poise as she could under these most difficult circumstances.
When she reached the frame, Sue and Beth knelt and spread her feet apart then strapped her ankles securely to the wood. Susan looked impassively ahead. Priya decided to leave her seat at the table and go stand at the front of the frame, where she could see Susan’s face and Susan could see hers.
This wasn’t her usual practice, but then, this wasn’t the usual offender. Beth looked at her a bit oddly as she joined her at the front, but said nothing.
“Bend over and grab the bar,” Beth ordered. Susan complied. She was looking right at Priya, who took hold of her left wrist and strapped it to the bar as Beth did the right. Sue wrapped the padded belt around Susan’s waist and made it secure.
“Wow! I can see everything-her pussy and asshole. Are you sure you don’t want to try it naked, Ashley?” one of the male students said loudly.
“Shut up, David!” Ashley replied.
“Yes, David, please keep your comments to yourself,” Professor Simmons admonished. “This is a solemn occasion.”
Sue had walked over to the table, picked up one of the two folders on it and opened it. The crowd was silent now, expectant. George tapped the end of the cane lightly against Susan’s ass, adjusting his feet until he was satisfied with his position.
“Susan Gelden, eighteen strokes for interfering with government operations. Stroke one!” Sue announced.
Priya couldn’t see the impact of the cane, but she could hear the “Swack!” of the supple rattan as it bit into Susan’s ass flesh. The rest of the audience could see the impact and there were gasps of surprise at the power behind the stroke.
Priya saw the pain cloud Susan’s face and saw her hands grip the crossbar for support in her distress. “Notice how she is trying desperately to move, just like Ashley did,” Professor Simmons noted. “The pain is making her pull harder than Ashley did, but she still can’t escape.”
“How long do they wait between strokes?” one of the legislators asked, a strain of excitement in his voice.
“Thirty seconds,” Paul Roberts replied. “We want her to feel the full effect of each lash. This is an official proceeding so there’s no hurry.” So, the audience waited, watching the welt rise and darken across Susan’s hindquarters and her struggles ebb as the pain slowly diminished, if only modestly. Priya heard her labored breathing.
Finally, Sue called “Stroke two!” Again the blow drew more labored breathing and fruitless struggles. The third produced a similar reaction. Sweat was now dampening Susan’s curly hair, which Priya had always liked and liked even more now that it was heavily streaked with grey. Her suffering made her even more beautiful.
Priya could see after the fourth lash that Susan, as brave and strong as she was, wouldn’t be able to stay silent much longer. It was clear from her face that the pain was barely ebbing over the course of the thirty seconds between strokes now. The crowd was murmuring, wondering how much longer she could hold out.
They got their answer when Sue called, “Stroke five!” which drew a low moan from the suffering professor.
“Oh, she’s feeling them now!” someone in the audience cried.
“I know it hurts terribly, Susan, but you’re strong. You can take it,” Priya told her. Susan shook her head, whether to deny her own strength or to try to clear her pain-fogged mind, Priya couldn’t say.
Strokes six and seven elicited louder moans. “Is she bleeding?” someone asked. Priya moved around to check Susan’s behind. A bit of blood was seeping from one of the welts where the outer skin layer had been abraded.
“Yes, that’s to be expected at this point,” Priya explained matter-of-factly. “I’ll disinfect her wounds when the punishment is over.”
“Stroke eight!” Sue called.
“Oh, God help me!” Susan shouted.
“I didn’t know you were religious,” Priya told her. “But you’re doing very well Susan. I really admire how you’re taking it.” Susan looked in Priya’s direction, but with the tears and the sweat from her forehead running into her eyes, Priya wasn’t sure how well she could see,
The ninth stroke was called and delivered. “Fuuuuck! Oh, fuck!” Susan screamed.
“You’re halfway now,” Priya told her. “You can do it. Just hang in there.” Priya had suffered only eight strokes in Trabbia and had been beside herself. Susan had already taken nine and had nine more to suffer through.
Priya tried to imagine how Susan was feeling. She didn’t need to imagine that she herself was feeling quite aroused watching Susan bravely bear her punishment. From the rustling in the chairs facing the frame she could tell she was not alone in her feelings.
“Stroke ten!” Sue called. Susan howled her agony to the uncaring spectators. Priya imagined the next few would be the worst part for Susan-the cane landing on battered flesh, but still not near enough to the end that one could imagine making it through.
From Susan’s anguished reaction to the eleventh and twelfth lashes, Priya decided her intuition was correct. Sweat was pouring down Susan’s brow, plastering strands of her grey hair to her face.
It was the thirteenth that finally broke the brave professor’s resolve. Perhaps because this was the one that went beyond the dozen she’d taken in Trabbia; the pain she couldn’t psychologically have prepared herself for-and still five more to go.
As soon as she caught a breath from her shriek of agony, Susan looked at Priya and shook her head, “Please,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I can’t anymore, please, Priya”. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with sweat and phlegm.
Priya was torn. She still loved Susan, but also loved her even more for suffering. Priya held her hand up and walked around to the back of the frame. Susan’s buttocks looked bad, covered with welts, blood welling up in several places, red droplets trickling down her thighs. But they didn’t look any worse than Keisha’s and Pamela’s had looked after that many strokes.
There was no valid reason to stop the punishment, and with her superiors here and in front of this audience, which was now staring at her, wondering what she would do, such a decision would be impossible to justify.
Priya walked back in front of the frame. She knelt and stroked Susan’s cheek, feeling the heat and wetness. She brushed a strand of hair out of Susan’s eyes. Then, Priya shook her head. “I’m sorry, Susan, I can’t.”
Then, she stood and signaled to Sue to continue. “Stroke 14!” was called and Susan howled in pain.
By the time the last four strokes were administered, Susan’s strength had deserted her. She barely reacted, just a low keening that went on and on even after Sue announced, “Punishment complete!”
The audience sat in stunned silence. One or two clapped quietly but stopped as soon as they realized no one else was joining in. The show they had seen spoke for itself.
Sue and Beth came forward and undid the straps that held Susan on the frame. The professor was too exhausted from her struggles and suffering to stand, so they helped her up. Paul Roberts stood and told the audience, “They’re going to take her to the clinic for treatment. I’d ask the visitors to please remain in here. There will be refreshments brought in shortly, and anyone who needs to use the facilities should do so now. Her daughter will be brought in for her punishment in approximately 15 minutes.”
Unlike her dignified walk to the frame, Susan had to be practically dragged out by Beth and Sue, her toes scraping on the concrete floor to add to her distress. Priya followed, along with Paul and the other Department personnel.
The two guards helped Susan onto the cot and then held her down, Beth sitting on her shoulders and Sue on her legs, so that Priya could clean the wounds. The alcohol ignited a new round of screams and struggles as it worked into the cuts and abraded skin.
Priya looked over at Rebecca. The girl was clearly horrified to see her mother in this state, knowing that she would face the same ordeal in a few minutes.
Finally, the disinfecting of the wounds was done and Priya gently applied the soothing ointment to Susan’s buttocks. Sue and Beth and the others from the Department needed to go back into the Punishment Room to prepare for Rebecca’s flogging. “I’ll be along in a minute,” Priya told them.
Alone with Susan for a few moments-the two male guards were at the back of the clinic, out of earshot-Priya stroked Susan’s hair softly. “I’m so sorry, Susan,” she whispered. “There was nothing I could do.” Susan lifted her head and looked at Priya, but said nothing, then turned away. Priya got up and went back into the Punishment Room.
Jackie1111
Tribune
Absolutely lovely!
I know Ashley thought so too.
I know Ashley thought so too.