Harsh Martinet
Consul
Those eyes and those lips! Most certainly guilty of something....and very deserving of punishment.
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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
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Harsh Martinet
Consul
Love the first pic....the moment she's ordered to lower her shift and present herself stripped to the waist
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
My arms ached, my shoulders felt like pulled out of their sockets.....the way they had me restrained , all of my weight was on my bent toes. They hurt so bad. My legs and my thighs and calfs were cramping, the spasms were horrific. I tried to move a little, tried to ease the pain anyway I could. It hadn’t worked....my arms were chained to the pipe above me and my collar, my knees and my ankles were attached to the pipe in front of me. I had begged for mercy so they gagged me too.
I just can’t come to grips with what has happened In the past 24 hours. My college had sponsored an aid trip to a small island country off the coast of South America. A group of 10 students , along with 4 faculty members had come to help erect some temporary houses for the many who had lost everything during the last hurricane. Houses? They were more like shacks. There were only three of us girls and the other two were here along with their boyfriends. We decided one night to frequent one of the few clubs in the town. We all loved the Salsa dancing . I met a cute local guy , Pedro who was fantastic dancer. The other girls and their guys decided to go back to our hotel. Pedro assured them that he would get me home safe, we weren’t done dancing.
I was surprised when we left , what a fancy car he drove. I got in thinking we would head straight back to the hotel but he told me that we had to make a quick stop. What I didn’t know was the stop was to rob a jewelry store. I sat in the car for quite a while waiting for his return. When he did return he threw a bag into the back of the car and we sped off. We didn’t get halfway to the hotel before we came across a police blockade. Pedro reached under his seat and pulled out a pistol. He started firing and as he grabbed for the bag he was hit by a number of police bullets. He lay alongside the car dead. The police surrounded the car and pointed their guns at me. I was petrified. I was pulled from the car, handcuffed, and shoved into the back of a police car; told I was charged with jewelry theft and assault on the police.
At the station they didn’t read me my rights, instead they told me to remove all of my clothing, to make sure I didn’t have any weapons or hiding any evidence. I flushed a deep crimson as I had to strip in front of all these men....they told me to slow down to make sure they didn’t miss any evidence... I knew they were not worried about evidence.....they just wanted to see what was under my clothing. My hands began to shake as I removed everything, fearful of being raped. After my strip tease they decided that it was time to interrogate me. Naked of course, they were enjoying the view. For hours they asked me questions about Pedro, the robbery, the stolen car ? I told them I was a student, didn’t know Pedro and didn’t know about the robbery. I cried as they shouted at me, accused me. Over and over, the same questions. Over and over, I gave them the same answers. They got angry....they tied me to the pipes. They said that they would be back in the morning. If I hadn’t confessed by then, they said they would be forced to accelerate my interrogation.
One of the policeman left the room that I was boundand soon returned . In his hand he had a wicked looking leather martinet, he slowly drew the tails of the whip through his hands. I jumped when he cracked It in the air. Without hesitation he flicked his wrist and the tails lashed across my exposed breasts. I screamed into my gag as the searing pain coursed thru my body. They laughed as I pulled wildly at my bonds and he reached out to rub my nipples. My nipples already half engorged from the pain and my shame, stiffened to full erection. They laughed… “ seems she likes the whip “one said. A deeper blush came over me.
They knew how much pain my aching and cramping muscles would cause by morning, but they hoped I wouldn’t confess just yet. Rarely did they have an American prisoner , never a young, beautiful college coed.To a man they wanted to see me whipped.
I just can’t come to grips with what has happened In the past 24 hours. My college had sponsored an aid trip to a small island country off the coast of South America. A group of 10 students , along with 4 faculty members had come to help erect some temporary houses for the many who had lost everything during the last hurricane. Houses? They were more like shacks. There were only three of us girls and the other two were here along with their boyfriends. We decided one night to frequent one of the few clubs in the town. We all loved the Salsa dancing . I met a cute local guy , Pedro who was fantastic dancer. The other girls and their guys decided to go back to our hotel. Pedro assured them that he would get me home safe, we weren’t done dancing.
I was surprised when we left , what a fancy car he drove. I got in thinking we would head straight back to the hotel but he told me that we had to make a quick stop. What I didn’t know was the stop was to rob a jewelry store. I sat in the car for quite a while waiting for his return. When he did return he threw a bag into the back of the car and we sped off. We didn’t get halfway to the hotel before we came across a police blockade. Pedro reached under his seat and pulled out a pistol. He started firing and as he grabbed for the bag he was hit by a number of police bullets. He lay alongside the car dead. The police surrounded the car and pointed their guns at me. I was petrified. I was pulled from the car, handcuffed, and shoved into the back of a police car; told I was charged with jewelry theft and assault on the police.
At the station they didn’t read me my rights, instead they told me to remove all of my clothing, to make sure I didn’t have any weapons or hiding any evidence. I flushed a deep crimson as I had to strip in front of all these men....they told me to slow down to make sure they didn’t miss any evidence... I knew they were not worried about evidence.....they just wanted to see what was under my clothing. My hands began to shake as I removed everything, fearful of being raped. After my strip tease they decided that it was time to interrogate me. Naked of course, they were enjoying the view. For hours they asked me questions about Pedro, the robbery, the stolen car ? I told them I was a student, didn’t know Pedro and didn’t know about the robbery. I cried as they shouted at me, accused me. Over and over, the same questions. Over and over, I gave them the same answers. They got angry....they tied me to the pipes. They said that they would be back in the morning. If I hadn’t confessed by then, they said they would be forced to accelerate my interrogation.
One of the policeman left the room that I was boundand soon returned . In his hand he had a wicked looking leather martinet, he slowly drew the tails of the whip through his hands. I jumped when he cracked It in the air. Without hesitation he flicked his wrist and the tails lashed across my exposed breasts. I screamed into my gag as the searing pain coursed thru my body. They laughed as I pulled wildly at my bonds and he reached out to rub my nipples. My nipples already half engorged from the pain and my shame, stiffened to full erection. They laughed… “ seems she likes the whip “one said. A deeper blush came over me.
They knew how much pain my aching and cramping muscles would cause by morning, but they hoped I wouldn’t confess just yet. Rarely did they have an American prisoner , never a young, beautiful college coed.To a man they wanted to see me whipped.
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Harsh Martinet
Consul
Peeled down for her lashes.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
She knew that posing nude was illegal and considered immoral in this country...a country that still believed in corporal punishment.....but she needed the money. She never thought anyone here would ever see the pictures or that she would be arrested. She was made to strip in court , in front of everyone to make sure it was her in the pictures. She was so embarrassed and very scared. The judge said my father would be so ashamed of me. The judge said that the court would punish me in my fathers stead. “ Eight years in prison for partaking in a pornographic enterprise to make money. and five strokes of the cane on your naked body for each lewd picture, 40 strokes in total. Let’s see if that takes the smile off your pretty face young woman. I hope that when you are released from prison you can pursue a a respectable lifestyle.” He was right.....
I wasn’t smiling.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
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In the smaller villages and tiny hamlets public punishment was carried out wherever it was expedient.
In the smaller villages and tiny hamlets public punishment was carried out wherever it was expedient.
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Okay … now, if I tug just a little harder escape might still be possible.
M
montycrusto
Guest
…Or perhaps knot
Whipper
Executioner
Small villages? You mean small and very Old villages. At present is not easy to find this kind of places.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Looks like the Appalachians to me. Anything is liable to happen there.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
I marvel at her perfect breasts. The first picture is stunning.
elephas
Senator
Apparently, the police did not dig deep, as they found only 8 photos of Alisa. But the court's sentence is impressive: 8 years and 40 strokes for 8 photos. What would be the verdict if they found her complete portfolio? 174 erotic photo sets, about 100 photos each. Poor Alisa!
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Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
Interesting, all the ladies facing punishment have shaved their pussies!
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Well deserved! It SHOULD be a crime
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
Her lips are shaved!
Harsh Martinet
Consul
A reduced sentence perhaps
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
Easier to see the whip marks!A reduced sentence perhaps
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Displayed before her punishment is carried out.