Chuckbruder
Assistant executioner
Watching an Actual JCP Spanking Video
Nelson came home from work and went immediately to his den. He was recently divorced with no kids. He felt very horny. He would now do something about that.
He had recently downloaded a JCP video file from a dark web source that purported to show an “actual” judicial spanking punishment at a young woman’s prison, somewhere in eastern Europe. He would now open the file to see how real it was. He looked forward to watching it.
Turns out that Nelson had a long time “addiction” to spanking porn—pictures, stories and video. Now that his ex was gone from the house, he could more fully explore that part of his libido.
He had always explored spanking corporal punishment as a theme—school, church, and prison and the like--institutional scenarios in which the “naughty girl or bad woman” was typically bound in some way to sturdy furniture of some sort—bench, tripod, trestle--for a panties-down thrashing on her bare buttocks. He liked very severe spanking scenes.
Nelson removed his trousers and tee shirt, then sat in his office chair wearing only tight underpants in front of a large computer monitor. He started up his PC and opened up a file with the new video. It started with a courtroom scene.
There was no sound. The camera showed that people were in attendance. The judge wore a robe. He was addressing a very pretty young woman in her late teens, wearing a tunic and ankle socks, standing in front with presumably a female attorney. Her hands were handcuffed in back. The judge was lecturing her. Her head was bowed. Her hands reached down to press her buttocks cheeks briefly, as he read on. At one point she turned to the attorney. Her face was distressed, as seemingly, the judge read what her punishment would be.
Finally, the judge dismissed the woman, who turned and was led away by guards toward the camera. The horror of the sentence was clear on her face. Pain and sorrow. Eyes watering. Biting her lower lip.
Next came a video view of a prison—an older brick wall around it. A bus pulls up. A reporter with microphone is reporting on its arrival. Five handcuffed female prisoners get off and are led to a small entrance door, as they are being led inside, the reporter continues talking, while pointing to the defendant seen in the courtroom shot. Next a picture of her flashes up, then a scene of her leading a protest and her leading rioters up to a government building of some sort.
Next shot was of what was clearly a punishment room with a sturdy wood tripod with a padded bolster. Along the wall was a long rack with hooks from which hung a variety of spanking implements—heavy leather straps, riding crops, paddles, cat-o-nine whip, etc. Into the room came two burly guards, leading the poor woman up to the tripod.
Camera view showed it from behind her. They undo her handcuffs and make her raise her arms up high. They lift her tunic up and over her head and body and lay it aside. She turns to the right. She is tall and slender, with no significant breasts. They pull down her gray cotton bikini panties and make her step out of them, but don’t remove her matching bra.
Next, they put a lasso around her wrists and make her step up on a cross bar down below. The lasso is pulled upward, stretching her arms up to the top of the tripod and is looped around and secured. Her ankles are then secured on each side of the tripod legs.
What a fine ass, thinks Nelson. Cute, tight, athletic buttocks. He can see her fine haired pussy lips and vaginal aperture. Very sexy. He puts his right hand down to squeeze his already erect member. Things got even more erotically stimulating when one of the guards went and retrieved a heavy short, thick whip with a rounded end. It reminded him of a horse penis. Meanwhile the other guard reads off what will be happening to her. She looks to the right at him and is saying something—probably asking for mercy.
So, it began with the guard to the left raising back the whip and bringing it fast and hard across both cheeks. She lurched forward against the bolster in front of her hips. Her head snapped back. She looked left at the spanker with pain in her face. This was the start of what promised to be a long harsh beating of her buttocks.
The lashes on her bottom went on and on for a long time. Her pain was palpable—gritted teeth, crying out, tears, face distorted in agony. Her body lurched against the bolster, but her movement was limited by her bonds. Her buttocks clinched and un-clinched. They were being bruised to a dark purple. It went on and on. Hard spanking punishment for a bad girl. Ahhh, he thought.
He squeezed his erection on and on--after some time he pulled it out and pleasured himself to a massive climax. He could not believe the pleasure he had from seeing the video. Well worth the money for this one, he thought. A real JCP movie. Unbelievable!!
Nelson came home from work and went immediately to his den. He was recently divorced with no kids. He felt very horny. He would now do something about that.
He had recently downloaded a JCP video file from a dark web source that purported to show an “actual” judicial spanking punishment at a young woman’s prison, somewhere in eastern Europe. He would now open the file to see how real it was. He looked forward to watching it.
Turns out that Nelson had a long time “addiction” to spanking porn—pictures, stories and video. Now that his ex was gone from the house, he could more fully explore that part of his libido.
He had always explored spanking corporal punishment as a theme—school, church, and prison and the like--institutional scenarios in which the “naughty girl or bad woman” was typically bound in some way to sturdy furniture of some sort—bench, tripod, trestle--for a panties-down thrashing on her bare buttocks. He liked very severe spanking scenes.
Nelson removed his trousers and tee shirt, then sat in his office chair wearing only tight underpants in front of a large computer monitor. He started up his PC and opened up a file with the new video. It started with a courtroom scene.
There was no sound. The camera showed that people were in attendance. The judge wore a robe. He was addressing a very pretty young woman in her late teens, wearing a tunic and ankle socks, standing in front with presumably a female attorney. Her hands were handcuffed in back. The judge was lecturing her. Her head was bowed. Her hands reached down to press her buttocks cheeks briefly, as he read on. At one point she turned to the attorney. Her face was distressed, as seemingly, the judge read what her punishment would be.
Finally, the judge dismissed the woman, who turned and was led away by guards toward the camera. The horror of the sentence was clear on her face. Pain and sorrow. Eyes watering. Biting her lower lip.
Next came a video view of a prison—an older brick wall around it. A bus pulls up. A reporter with microphone is reporting on its arrival. Five handcuffed female prisoners get off and are led to a small entrance door, as they are being led inside, the reporter continues talking, while pointing to the defendant seen in the courtroom shot. Next a picture of her flashes up, then a scene of her leading a protest and her leading rioters up to a government building of some sort.
Next shot was of what was clearly a punishment room with a sturdy wood tripod with a padded bolster. Along the wall was a long rack with hooks from which hung a variety of spanking implements—heavy leather straps, riding crops, paddles, cat-o-nine whip, etc. Into the room came two burly guards, leading the poor woman up to the tripod.
Camera view showed it from behind her. They undo her handcuffs and make her raise her arms up high. They lift her tunic up and over her head and body and lay it aside. She turns to the right. She is tall and slender, with no significant breasts. They pull down her gray cotton bikini panties and make her step out of them, but don’t remove her matching bra.
Next, they put a lasso around her wrists and make her step up on a cross bar down below. The lasso is pulled upward, stretching her arms up to the top of the tripod and is looped around and secured. Her ankles are then secured on each side of the tripod legs.
What a fine ass, thinks Nelson. Cute, tight, athletic buttocks. He can see her fine haired pussy lips and vaginal aperture. Very sexy. He puts his right hand down to squeeze his already erect member. Things got even more erotically stimulating when one of the guards went and retrieved a heavy short, thick whip with a rounded end. It reminded him of a horse penis. Meanwhile the other guard reads off what will be happening to her. She looks to the right at him and is saying something—probably asking for mercy.
So, it began with the guard to the left raising back the whip and bringing it fast and hard across both cheeks. She lurched forward against the bolster in front of her hips. Her head snapped back. She looked left at the spanker with pain in her face. This was the start of what promised to be a long harsh beating of her buttocks.
The lashes on her bottom went on and on for a long time. Her pain was palpable—gritted teeth, crying out, tears, face distorted in agony. Her body lurched against the bolster, but her movement was limited by her bonds. Her buttocks clinched and un-clinched. They were being bruised to a dark purple. It went on and on. Hard spanking punishment for a bad girl. Ahhh, he thought.
He squeezed his erection on and on--after some time he pulled it out and pleasured himself to a massive climax. He could not believe the pleasure he had from seeing the video. Well worth the money for this one, he thought. A real JCP movie. Unbelievable!!
