Shamefan
Tribune
I certainly agree with that.
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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
- Thread starter elephas
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jalwip12
Spectator
Do you know what AI tool was used to make these?
Birch4females
Governor
Birch4females
Governor
Birch4females
Governor
elephas
Senator
Masochist Slave
Victim
Curious if anyone has ideas as to HOW I can experience this in real life in real time and it be authentic?
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
role play
Masochist Slave
Victim
Yes I would pay good money for a few people that are into this sort of thing to treat me like a criminal for a day or so and do that very thing
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
you dont need to pay. Join a BDSM club. They will enjoy doing it as much as you will and it will be done safely. We role play at our get togethers. Mostly lesbians with an occasional male guest. If we have a male sub, we like to humiliate him. Sometimes we even convince him we are going to even castrate him. Fear makes it more realistic.
Tmaster
Governor
Hummmm...... I can imagine what you and your lesbian friends do to an occasional male guest.
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
imagination is a wonderful thing. Being helplessly restrained and blind folded and waiting for something to happen lets the imagination run wild
Birch4females
Governor
I would like to be in his place!
twonines
LIMERICUS
No2.
The Earl and Countess Grimm ruled their fiefdom with a rod of iron causing some of their subjects to revolt. This rebellion was led by Sir Robert and lady Barbara Moore, but inevitably failed, with Sir Robert being slain. To save her followers from slavery and execution, the Earl insisted Lady Barbara should make a public act of obedience to his rule.
Lady Barbara must surrender herself, naked, at Castle Grimm, where in the Great Hall in the presence of the Countess and the assembled vassals she must fellate the Earl and swallow his seed. After performing this act, the Countess insists that Lady Barbara receives the harlot`s traditional punishment, thirty nine lashes at the Castle whipping post, before being made to serve seven years as an indentured servant, her indentures sold to the highest bidder.
A harsh and demeaning punishment indeed.
Unfortunately for her, she bit the Earl’s thingy … rather Hard … for which she was promptly taken out to the public square, noosed and hanged until dead.
Ramon71
Magistrate
Picture by CharlesRyderStories on DA
They were the privileged few on the cusp of a life filled with power and influence. All they had to do was finish university and conform to the edicts of the regime. Polly’s friends warned her not to get involved with the opposition movement, so there was little sympathy when she was arrested for merely fundraising and handling out flyers. They cruelly laughed when they heard how Polly begged and cried in court after the shocking sentence of three dozen lashes was handed down.
The group would make a day of Polly’s public flogging. They smirked about her foolish idealism over mimosas and pints on the hour long train ride to the city. Their trembling friend would be marched before the crowd, her supple breasts jiggling ever so slightly with each pitiful sob as her wrists were tied to the crossbeam. They would watch as Polly’s graceful back, one that had been bared before them so many times in cute tops and swimsuits, was slowly torn to bloody ribbons amid her thrashing and screams.
They were the privileged few on the cusp of a life filled with power and influence. All they had to do was finish university and conform to the edicts of the regime. Polly’s friends warned her not to get involved with the opposition movement, so there was little sympathy when she was arrested for merely fundraising and handling out flyers. They cruelly laughed when they heard how Polly begged and cried in court after the shocking sentence of three dozen lashes was handed down.
The group would make a day of Polly’s public flogging. They smirked about her foolish idealism over mimosas and pints on the hour long train ride to the city. Their trembling friend would be marched before the crowd, her supple breasts jiggling ever so slightly with each pitiful sob as her wrists were tied to the crossbeam. They would watch as Polly’s graceful back, one that had been bared before them so many times in cute tops and swimsuits, was slowly torn to bloody ribbons amid her thrashing and screams.
