Francine - part 2
by Dr. Phil
At 8:00 AM Francine was delivered to the offices of the Executioner. Francine
was terrified. It was his job to execute the punishment ordered by the court
and, like all others in the town, she felt uncomfortable in his presence even in
normal situations. This was not a normal situation.
Francine was dressed in the same clothes she wore the day before at her court
appearance. They appeared more wrinkled and unkempt, but that didn't matter. She
wouldn't have them on much longer. Her face was tear-stained and her hands were
tied together in front of her. She chewed her lower lip as she saw the
Executioner watching her.
The two young men who brought her were the Executioner's assistants, Jacob and
William. Both were strapping young men in their early 20's. The Executioner was
slender, in his late forties with a short graying well-kept beard and piercing
eyes that made Francine fear him far more than his two younger and larger
assistants.
He eyed Francine for a few moments. Oh, she looked lovely standing there
before him. She was in her mid fifties but she had managed to keep herself fit
and desirable. Her hair was short and styled in a very elegant fashion. She had
earrings on and a small pair of white gloves. Unfortunately she had chosen to
wear a small touch of make-up yesterday morning. Unfortunate because now, after
a night of sobbing in jail, it was streaked in places on her face. That's okay,
it added to the effect, and the Executioner liked what he saw.
Francine began to speak: "Mr. Palmer..." She realized that after all these
years she didn't even know his first name. He was just Mr. Palmer, the
Executioner. That's all anyone ever called him.
"Please, Mr. Palmer. Don't do this shameful thing to me. Have some pity on me.
You know me. You know that I'm a good woman..."
"Enough" he said, softly but with an underlying strength and menace which made
her stop instantly.
"Francine" he said mildly. "You know that as Executioner it's my job to execute
the punishments of the court. Everyone knows that. Before today they were always
administered privately in my offices, attended by myself and my assistants, and
an occasional official as witness."
Francine glanced around the office. She saw none of the trappings of the torture
chamber that she had expected, that had been whispered about by the citizens as
Urban Legend.
"Today, however... today is the beginning of something special. Something the
likes of which this town has never seen. Today will begin a spectacle that this
town will remember and talk about for years."
"The judge has ordered that the punishment fit the crime. For ten days you are
mine, Francine. The judge has left the details to my discretion but he has
ordered that you be displayed naked in the town square, publicly and oh so
indecently, for a period of `no less than ten days', after which you will be
released."
"Do you realize the importance of the phrase `no less than ten days', Francine?"
Francine tried to choke out a reply "Mr. Palmer, I-I.."
"It means that it can be extended, indefinitely, at my discretion, based on how
well you obey my orders. Imagine that, Francine. Indefinitely... if you don't
obey..." He let the phrase hang and he smiled at her shock as she realized the
implications.
"M-m-mister Palmer. P-please have some pity on me, on my shame!" she pleaded.
"Strip her now." The Executioner said to his assistants.
"NOOO!!" Francine wailed as the two young men began quickly stripping the mature
woman of her modest and stylish clothing.
They removed her gloves and shoes then immediately began tugging her long
dress down her legs. Francine struggled but they pulled it off her kicking feet.
Next came her slip... Francine was mortified as the slip was removed, leaving
her clad below the waist in her slik stockings, garter belt, and white panties.
Without hesitating even a second William grabbed the hem of her panties and
simply siced through them with a sharp pocket knife. How she blushed as her
delicate sex became instantly exposed to the men!
She had little time for contemplation as she felt them tugging at the buttons
on her blouse. After popping the buttons they again used their knives to cut the
blouse and small vest free of her shoulders, leaving a beautiful frilly camisole
and a white bra. These too were quickly cut away leaving a numbed and shocked
Francine standing with her breasts fully exposed, in nothing more than her silk
stockings and garter belt.
That's when everyone stopped.
"My God!" whispered Jacob, staring at the woman before him. She was exquisite.
She had a tuft of short grey hair covering her sex. Her legs were trim and
looked as lovely as those on a woman half her age. Her breasts sagged a bit and
there were some wrinkles on her bottom, but she was still capable of stirring
the cocks of all three men in the room.
Francine had tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the men staring at
her in awe. Awe? No, not awe, Lust! Even though she was more shamed than she had
ever been in her life, there was still a small part of her that was pleased to
see that she could still arouse mens' passions. Especially two strong young men
like Jacob and William.
The Executioner licked his lips as he stared. "Now THIS is how you should be
displayed! Wouldn't the townspeople love to see you exactly like this, in silk
stockings and a garter belt! But the judge specifically said `naked', so I'm
afraid those beautiful stockings and belt will have to come off."
"Take those things off of her and lay her on the desk on her back for the
shaving." he ordered.
(end of part 2)
