"Francine"
by Dr. Phil
Thursday, May 21
Journal Entry:
Today has been one of the best days of my life! I was at the trial this
afternoon. The courthouse was filled to a standing room only crowd and people
who couldn't get in gathered by the open windows. Francine stood and faced the
judge. Her eyes blinked rapidy to try to keep the tears away and she nervously
clasped her hands together.
She had just been found guilty of lewdness and immodesty. Just the mention of
those words alone made her blush in shame. She stood there in her conservative
ankle-length dress and high collared long sleeved blouse. Francine was dressed
no differently today than she was any other day. Francine was a chaste and moral
woman, well known for it in fact. Yet there was no denying her crime. She had
shown her legs to the boy. All the way up to her mid-thigh. She'd teased him!
Here she was, fifty-five years old and she was showing her body to tease a
helpless boy. She had just finished telling her story to the judge. The
courtroom crowd gasped as she haltingly confessed to her crime of passion. As
she told the intimate details of her thoughts and deeds she kept her head low
and tried to block out the people who hung on her every word. People whom she
had known for years, grown up with, watched grow up, and even babysat for.
Still, she had to tell the truth...
She had seen the boy looking at her for weeks. He was young, so he couldn't
hide it. The first time, she was annoyed and angry. How dare he ogle her like
that! But that night as she lay in her bed she played the scene over again in
her mind as her hand crept down between her legs. She played the rubbing game
between her thighs as she thought about the look in his eyes. She'd seen it
often enough in her younger years but to see it again in one so young. Lust. And
it was focused at her! She scratched her little itch as she fantasized about
what he would do if he accidentally saw her in her bathtub. She imagined him
pulling on his young cock as he watched her from a window.
Later in the week she saw him watching her again. Without even realizing it
she found she was doing things to attract his attention. Little things. Like
bending over to pick something up when she knew he (and only he) could see.
Sitting on a bench and stretching her legs out so that her dress rode up to
mid-calf. She could swear she'd seen him gasp with delight. She felt herself go
moist between her thighs as she thought about what he'd be doing that night in
his bed. Yet it was she who lay moaning and rubbing between her thighs in bed
that night, wondering if he was doing the same thing at the same time. Wicked
thoughts! Ummm... But she was like an addict. She had to have a little more.
Then a little more after that. She kept pushing the window until finally she
made her mistake.
She saw him standing by the railing, trying to act like he wasn't watching
her, but she knew that he was. She was tingling with lust as she waited for just
the right moment when she knew he was looking, then she turned her head and
caught his eye. He didn't turn away. He couldn't. He knew she'd caught him but
he was young, and oh so curious, and oh so hot... Nobody else was around as she
grasped her dress and slowly began to lift it up. Up past her calves! She
shuddered as she saw his eyes dart to the exposed flesh that she was showing
him. But she didn't stop there. No, she was too far gone herself. She continued
pulling the dress up all the way to her knees! The boy's eyes grew wide and he
licked his lips as he saw the soft female flesh exposed to his eager young eyes.
Francine's hands trembled as she pulled the dress even higher. This was
outrageous! She bunched the material up in her hands as the hemline rode up her
thighs! To mid thigh, and then even higher! The boy was trembling! She could see
the bulge in his trousers and her own heart pounded away in her chest. Higher
still!
Suddenly a shrill voice gasped out: "MY GOD!!"
Francine was stunned. Her body froze in this disgraceful state even as she heard
another, male voice join in the condemnation.
Of all people, it was Josephine, one of the town gossips, and her husband
Fred. Francine's heart sank. She realized she still stood there with her dress
hiked up and immediately let the hem fall back down.
"I...I... don't know what... please, PLEASE, don't..."
But her words were cut off as Josephine ran running to fetch the sheriff.
Her fate was sealed. The boy told the Sheriff everything that had happened and
Josephine and Fred backed him up. Now Francine stood in court, surrounded by her
neighbors, as she waited for the judge's sentence...
"Francine, you have been convicted of public lewdness and immodesty."
Francine stifled a sob.
"I must say that I am shocked at what I've heard today. I've known you for
years and you would be the last woman I would expect to act in this outrageous
and sinful manner. No woman would expose herself like that in public. Unless she
let her animal urges overcome her humanity. So the court has decided that since
you chose to act like an animal, your punishment will be to be treated as an
animal."
The crowd held its breath. Nobody knew where the judge was heading with his
shocking pronouncement.
"A human woman would die of shame before she let herself be seen as you were
in public. But an animal wouldn't care. Humans are clothed. Animals are naked.
Francine, you will be delivered to the Executioner tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM.
He will then prepare you and bring you to the town square where you will be
displayed naked, like an animal, for all to see, for a period no less than ten
days. Since you like to expose your body, then exposed it shall be! The
Executioner shall have full control to expose and display you, naked like the
animal you are, as punishment for your crime. At then end of your punishment
period you will be released."
The judge banged his gavel once and you could hear a pin drop in the silence.
It was broken by a sobbing wail of "OH GOD! NO! PLEASE!! NO!!!!!"
Suddenly everybody was talking at once. Nobody could quite believe what they
had just heard and they gasped as they looked at Francine, weeping openly and
sobbing her plea to the back of the judge as he stood and walked away.
I sat there and smiled. You see, I'm the Executioner. It's my job. I don't
execute people, I get paid to execute the punishments imposed by the court.
Someone has to do it, and I'm quite good at it. People fear me and avoid me, but
the job does have its rewards. Like today, and tomorrow...!
(end of part 1)
