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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
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Birch4females
Governor
Perfect!
“I’m so terribly sorry, Dean @windar . Really I am!”
“Sorry, doesn’t cut it Professor Moore. Research budgets are not to be exceeded.”
“But, my budget is only a little in the red.”
“$17,000 can hardly be thought of as a mere accounting error, Moore!”
“It won’t happen again, I promise!”
“Damn right it won’t. That’s what you said last time, remember?”
“Alright! Alright! If you must (sigh), you must. Just go easy on my tight little, please!”
“You’ll get thirty, Moore, and you’ll keep the count, or there’ll be penalty strokes. Got it?”
“Yessir, I’m ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s get on with it then. This is very uncomfortable, bent over like this.”
“Not so fast, Moore. College protocol requires that all disciplinary corporal punishments should be administered before an audience.”
“An audience?”
“Yes, Moore … the rules call for two faculty from your academic department, in addition to two reps from the Student Council, one male, the other female.”
“That’s humiliating!”
“It’s meant to be, Moore! Just wait patiently. They should be arriving shortly.”
“Which faculty members?”
“Professors @twonines and @Eulalia .And the student observers, for your information, will be Martin Jones and Cindy Karlsson.”
“Oh no! Not ‘Randy Marty!” That guy gives me the creeps. Always sits in the front row during my lectures and ogles me. You’re certain we can’t negotiate? Surely there are other options!”
“Well, one does come to mind, Moore. You do offer, to my mind, quite an inviting alternative … lying bent over, your bare bottom spread wide and helpless, as it is.”
“You don’t mean?”
“Well …”
“Surely, if I accede to that, you’ll call off the audience, right?”
“Well, no, College protocol calls for … “
“Forget it, Windar! I’d rather take the thirty strokes.”
“As you wish, Moore.”
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steph2000
Executioner
Wow
steph2000
Executioner
I hope it's a mistake. I don't want to see you beaten. The guards are cruel though. I don't want to hear your screaming
windar
Teller of Tales
So, you'd rather have pain than pleasure. There's a word for someone like that.
Anyway, the Dean can always have you after he canes you. More fun for him that way!!!
twonines
LIMERICUS
When I saw my name mentioned, I thought perhaps Dean Windar has bursitis and at last I`m going to thrash that pretty tight little with a whippy cane, but alas, it was not to be. Still, I will get to witness the event, and see Professor Moore`s erotic contortions and salubrious responses to her well deserved punishment, one must be thankful for small mercies!
@Barbaria1
As this is CruxWorld, all punishments are dispensed "in fantasy." Thirty stokes of the birch would devastate the Tight Little, and we cannot have that.
However, if Dean @windar evades the requirement for fantasy, there is that device mentioned elsewhere, the Rapid Recovery Module. On CF there is always a solution.
As this is CruxWorld, all punishments are dispensed "in fantasy." Thirty stokes of the birch would devastate the Tight Little, and we cannot have that.
However, if Dean @windar evades the requirement for fantasy, there is that device mentioned elsewhere, the Rapid Recovery Module. On CF there is always a solution.
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There are other pictures of anxious girls anticipating having their asses on fire, but - for some reason - this one seems particularly scary (don't know why).
twonines
LIMERICUS
Postscript.
As Dean Windar laid the thirtieth searing stroke across Professor Moore`s welted flesh, Barb did not attempt to rise or close her widely spread legs but wiggled her tight little erotically to give us all a tantalising view of her shaven labia and erect clitoris glistening with the juices of her obvious arousal.
A strange thing then occurred, Professor @Eulalia MacAlistair made the most unusual statement.
"Dean Windar, I must confess that when I presented last semester`s individual assessments, I made them up on the fly, and I feel that I should be punished like Professor Moore."
This came as a bolt from the blue, the quiet refined Scot, the highly admired polymath, admitting to such malpractice.
Dean Windar was not going to miss out on this opportunity.
"Very well, Macalistair, if that is what you want, we will oblige you. Kindly remove all your clothes, you`ll take your medicine in the buff, like Moore."
Within seconds, Professor Eulalia MacAlistair was stark naked and standing in front of us, and a very pretty sight it was indeed. Eulalia was lithe and toned, in wonderful shape for a woman into her thirties. Her breasts were not as large as those of her colleague but they were perfectly formed and topped by pert coral nipples while her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a uniform half inch length. Her thighs and buttocks were firm but not fat, a perfect target for the cane.
"Bend forward and grab your ankles." ordered Dean Windar, "As a first time offender you are getting a dozen and if you break position there will be penalty strokes. My arm aches from beating Moore, so Professor Twonines will take care of you, over you go."
Eulalia didn`t look too pleased at this news, "Are you sure you are up to it, Twonines." she smirked.
"Have no fears on that score, young lady, and you will address me as Sir while under punishment. I ought to give you an extra six for that impudence but I am sure that you will find twelve a memorable experience."
Once she had adopted the same humiliating position as her predecessor, I swished the rattan through the air a couple of times and was amused to observe the clenching of two pairs of shapely bare buttocks in response.
My first stroke brought a gasp of pain from the lovely Scot, who almost let go of her ankles, and she cried out at each subsequent lash across her tender flesh. I worked my way down the quivering buttocks , creating a series of angry parallel welts, using the final six to good effect, leaving a four inch band of pain spanning her sulcus.
Eulalia was obviously suffering, but I suspected she was also gaining pleasure from her beating and was aroused by it, although that arousal was not as obvious as it had been with Moore because of the presence of the extra pubic hair.
"Well done, Twonines, it will be some time before the minx will be able to sit down without being reminded of this little session.
You two miscreants stand in the corner with your noses against the wall and contemplate your misdeeds."
Moore and MacAlistair stood together, still naked, and trying to comfort each other, while Dean Windar and I indulged in acouple of glasses of twenty four year old MacAllan.
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twonines
LIMERICUS
When it comes to our irascible Dean,
He can be incredibly mean.
For any overspend,
Barb Knows she must bend,
For the bite of the cane so keen.
Ramon71
Magistrate
juani692
“Senorita Ana Lopez, the Provisional Court finds you guilty of the degradation of our culture and heritage. You have been previously warned about teaching English, the language of the Great Capitalist Pig in the north and oppressor of working peoples around the world, to the children of this village.
Tomorrow you will be bound to the tree in front of the schoolhouse for forty lashes across your naked back and buttocks. May the pain of your whipping and the future sight of your scarred flesh always remind you that deviation from the tenets of the Revolution comes at a steep price!”
“Senorita Ana Lopez, the Provisional Court finds you guilty of the degradation of our culture and heritage. You have been previously warned about teaching English, the language of the Great Capitalist Pig in the north and oppressor of working peoples around the world, to the children of this village.
Tomorrow you will be bound to the tree in front of the schoolhouse for forty lashes across your naked back and buttocks. May the pain of your whipping and the future sight of your scarred flesh always remind you that deviation from the tenets of the Revolution comes at a steep price!”
Birch4females
Governor
Amazing position, I want to stay behind her with a soaked birch in my hand!
Steve19443559
Guard
Just 50 !!!!! With a Ass like that at least 100 !!
Alright Tree. It’s been over an hour now and you’ve yet to show up to punish me. I think it’s safe to assume that you’re drunk and have likely fallen asleep out on the TreeHouse deck.
So, I’m taking the liberty of getting dressed now and leaving, hoping that by morning you’ll have completely forgotten about the car damage.
No, wait.
Tree, is that you coming after all?
Oh Shit! It’s Bull and Gunner! What rotten luck!
"I understand you are not enjoying your stay at the Tree Estate. I hate to see you go without giving you something to remember me with" Bull said. "Now spread those nice buns and bend over."
"You can't be serious" Barb says incredulously.
Tree wanders up to the gallows and sees Gunner and Barb standing naked. Barb has a noose dangling in of her. Tree asks Gunner if Barb still wants to leave. Gunner says "She still says so. She's ready to go. Bull and I made sure she isn't leaving a virgin."
Tree takes a swig of his drink and drag of Marlboro. He looks at the noose and says "I hate to see you go, Barb."
Tree puts the noose around her neck. Barb growls "I never want to set foot in place again!"
Tree says "You won't again alive at least. Gunner hoist her up..."
Barb was a virgin???
