Francine - Part 4
by Dr. Phil
"Please Mr. Palmer. Please! I'll do anything you want. Anything! Please, don't
submit me to this. Don't shame me. Oh God, don't let them see me like this!"
"Of course not, Francine. You're still not ready."
"Okay boys, you can let her legs down and sit her up." The Executioner rubbed
has palms together, back and forth, as he watched her sit up. "All that's left
is for me to redden her ass, rub a little rouge on her nipples, and it's off to
the town square. Don't want to keep the crowd waiting...
The Executioner pulled a wooden chair out from behind his desk and placed it
in the middle of his office. He then sat down, smiled at Francine, and patted
his lap in invitation.
Francine's eyes darted around like a cornered animal. She saw Jacob and
William standing there with wide grins on their faces. Mr. Palmer continued to
pat his lap. She was beginning to realize that there was no way out of this so
she slowly approached the waiting lap. When she got there she seemed unsure of
what she was supposed to do. She awkwardly began to squat down a little and lean
over his lap, but then straightened back up.
"It's your choice, Francine. You're going to be on display with a red bottom.
I can do it here, or I can do it out there, but it's going to happen. You decide
where..."
"Oh God!" she sobbed as she bent down again. She reached her tied hands across
his body and lowered herself until she felt her thighs begin to touch his legs.
At that point he helped her into position so that her head and breasts were one
one side of his lap and her legs were sticking out over the other. Her bottom
was positioned right over the center of his lap.
The Executioner used his right hand to slowly fondle the lovely bottom
presented before his eyes. It was pale white and had a few wrinkles, but it was
definitely feminine, and pleasant to touch. He lifted his palm into the air. He
brought it down and slapped her right bottom cheek, causing a sharp crack,
followed immediately by an "Owwww!" from the owner of the cheek.
"Francine, when I bring you outside in a few minutes and set you up on the
stage that's been prepared for you, it's important for everyone to realize that
you're there to be punished."
He slapped her again, and again, bringing two more protests and adding two more
red handprints to the formerly white bottom.
"Nothing says punishment more than a well-reddened bottom." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"While you're out there naked, I want everybody to see you with a red bottom and
know that you were spanked as part of your punishment." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Every moment that you are on display, your bottom will be red or pink. As soon
as the color starts to fade you will be `warmed up' again, right there, in front
of the whole town!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Owww!! Ooooowwww!!! NO! Please. You caaan't!" she sobbed as she twisted on
his lap.
"I can" SLAP! "and I will." SLAP! SLAP!
By this time Francine's bottom was quite red. Certainly red enough to be seen
from the stage, and a marked contrast from the rest of her white skin. The
Executioner helped her to stand up and gave her to his assistants to hold while
he got the rouge. Jacob couldn't restrain himself and lightly fondled the
punished bottom cheeks. They were hot to the touch and very smooth.
The Executioner stood before Francine and began gently rubbing a rouge pad on
her nipples. They had lost some of the hardness they had earlier, but as soon as
he began touching them they began to pucker up.
"There now, that's better. You have such lovely nipples Francine. Large
aureole and long, firm, hard nipples. The rouge will help them to show up so
they can be more easily seen by the crowd. I'm sure many a man and boy will ache
when he looks at these beauties: large, firm, erect, and looking oh so
sensitive! I'll have to find several positions which display them very
prominently."
Finally The Executioner put down the rouge and stood looking over his work.
He took a warm towel and began wiping Francine's face, cleaning up the smudged
makeup that had been there when she entered. He took a lipstick tube and touched
up her lips. Then he placed a comb in her tied hands and handed a small mirror
to Jacob to hold up before her face.
"Touch up your hair, Francine. I want you to look your best."
Mechanically, Francine touched up her soft grey hair so it once again looked
presentable. She pressed her lips together to smooth the lipstick. She still had
her earrings on and from the neck up she looked as she always did: elegant,
classy, mature. From the neck down she was stark naked, pink nippled, and rosie
assed, with her sex shaved bare...
He grabbed his camera and snapped a few final shots, then put the camera down,
rubbed his palms together happily and announced. "Let's Go!"
"Oh God! Nonononono! No!" pleaded Francine. The Executioner reached out and
gave her a hard slap across her bottom causing Francine to shriek.
"A second good reason for keeping your bottom red, Francine! When it's red
it's oh so sensitive. Just touching it causes discomfort. All it takes is a
single slap from me, or anybody else, to get your attention. Now let's go!"
Francine whimpered as The Executioner tied a short rope around her already
tied hands and gave the end to William. Jacob opened the door and William tugged
on the rope leading Francine out of the relative privacy of the office and into
the sun.
"There she is!" she heard a young voice shout. "There she is! Oooooooh Look at
her!! She's all naked!"
Francine sobbed as she looked around and saw a few young boys who had been
waiting near the Executioner's door. A young girl was with them and her face
reddened as she threw her hands up over her cheeks and yelled "Oh my God!!!
She's really naked!" Then Francine's heart sank as she heard the girl begin to
giggle.
Francine stopped dead in her tracks at this and began to shake. Swiftly, The
Executioner gave her another hard slap across her bottom, causing her to jump
and the boys to gasp. The girl began giggling again and Francine's knees began
to tremble, but William's steady pull on the rope kept her moving forward.
The sun was shining. The sky was blue. It was only a block to the town square
and Francine could already hear the buzz of what sounded like a large crowd.
They kept walking, followed by her young admirers, when one of the boys ran
ahead, around the corner and began shouting "SHE'S COMING! SHE"S COMING". The
din of the voices rose in intensity and as Francine turned the corner she
stopped dead in her tracks!
This just couldn't be. No, it was impossible! This just couldn't be!
There before her was a low wooden stage that had been erected right in the
center of the town square, and beyond that was an enormous crowd! Hundreds of
people! Men! Women! Boys! Girls! It seemed as if the entire town was there. And
they were cheering!
(end of part 4)
