Francine - Part 9
by Dr. Phil
Francine's teeth began to chatter and her knees shook. Her clitoris throbbed
almost painfully, stiffening, poking out even further. The Executioner
continued...
"Everyone's watching you and weaving their own private fantasies, Francine! And
you deserve it! Your crime was atrocious and shameful, and so will be your
punishment."
"Jacob... William... I think it's time we changed her position a bit."
The two young men glanced at each other, then back at Francine. Then they
walked towards the naked woman...
The young assistants pulled Francine's arms behind her and tied her wrists
tightly behind her back. Then they forced her to her knees on the stage. Using
their hands they forced her knees wide open and had her sit back on her heels.
With her hands tightly tied behind her back, her breasts were once again thrust
out towards the crowd, which began crowding closer to the stage to view this new
display. The laughter and giggling began to quiet down as the crowd once again
stared hungrily at the displayed woman before them.
"No! Go away, please!" whimpered the mortified woman, but her plea went
unanswered. Francine's legs were left unbound so she self-consciously began to
close her thighs together to hide her opened sex. This was the move that The
Executioner was waiting for.
"No you don't!" he shouted loud enough for the crowd to hear. "We'll have no
modesty here."
With that he grabbed the back of Francine's head and pulled it forward and
down till it rested on the stage. This thrust her bottom up high into the air.
Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!.. Slap!
He gave her upturned bottom ten hard, loud spanks, causing her to bounce and
rock.
"Oww!! Nooo!! Stowwwwp!" she cried as she squirmed.
The Executioner grabbed her round bottom cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled
them widely apart, holding them there to expose her anus to the crowd at the
rear of the stage.
"Mr. P-Palmer! Please! Nooo!" she cried.
After a full minute of this exposure he spanked her ten more times and then
pulled her back upright to her original position.
"Knees open... wider.... wider!" he threatened. Francine sniffled and
complied.
"The next time you close your thighs I'll bend you over again and let the
townspeople spank you. Would you like that!"
"Yes! Yes!" shouted a few of the people in the crowd, volunteering their
services and laughing.
"N-No..." sobbed Francine.
Her bottom, which had begun to fade in color, was once again a bright burning
pink. The Executioner took some more of the rouge and carefully rubbed it onto
Francine's nipples, touching them up a bit too.
Francine sobbed in shame as she knelt there, rosy-assed, pink nippled, and
spreading her thighs widely to once again display her opened vagina and
clitoris.
The Executioner brought a large cup of water to her lips and ordered her to
drink it all. Francine shook her head and kept her lips tightly closed.
Without a moment's hesitation he placed the cup on the stage, grabbed her
head, and bent her forward again. Her bright red bottom cheeks once again popped
up into the air.
"Josephine! Would you care to do the honors this time?" he asked the returning
woman. She had changed her dress and returned to watch the proceedings.
"I'd love to, but I've got something better to use than my hand." She opened
her pocketbook and pulled out a hairbrush. The Executioner nodded and Josephine
climbed up on stage.
"N-no! No!!! Not her! Please Mr. Palmer! Please!" wailed Francine in despair.
Josephine walked behind Francine and chuckled as she saw the flaming red
bottom sticking up in the air. With a smile on her face she placed the
hairbrush against the doomed bottom and rubbed it around a few times, then
delivered the first loud spank.
"Owwww!!!!" yelled Francine as the backside of the brush slapped against her
own already sensitive backside. "Oww! Oww! Owww!"
Josephine taunted her as she wailed her squirming bottom.
When she'd laid on ten good swats The Executioner stopped her. "That's enough
Josephine. Thank you."
"My pleasure, Mr. Palmer. Call on me any time!" she snickered as she left the
stage.
The Executioner lifted Francine back up and again made her spread her thighs
wide. Her bottom stung so much that she had to lift it slightly off her heels,
showing the full curves of her mature bottom to the crowd. It was quite red. It
matched the cheeks on her face and her ears and chest quite nicely as Francine
shuddered in the pain and the shame. She looked up and saw Josephine's widely
smiling face.
Once again The Executioner lifted the cup of water to Francine's lips and said
"Drink it all up, Francine."
Francine paused just a moment but then opened her mouth and let the cool water
be lifted to her lips. She drank long and heartily. She didn't realize it but
she actually was quite thirsty. The water spilled out of the corners of her
mouth and down the sides of her neck as she gulped it down. When she finished
she gulped lungfulls of air down and regained her composure. She looked up in
time to see The Executioner with another large cup of water.
"You're not done yet, Francine. I don't want you dehydrating out here. Now
drink it all down."
Francine accepted the second cup and drank it down, pausing several times to
gulp down a few large breaths of air, but eventually finishing the second cup.
Her belly felt very full, almost bulging.
"Now, you're to kneel like that with your thighs spread as wide apart as you
can until it's time for the next position."
Francine obeyed the order and knelt there, hands tied behind her back, breasts
jutting outward, her vagina stretched wide open for all to see, her bottom
lifted slightly off her heels. Pure naked woman flesh. Bountiful breasts capped
with rouge-pinkened nipples and a blazing red bottom. She suffered the taunts
and catcalls of the crowd as she recognized face after face, jeering her,
pointing at her sex, her nipples, smiling, laughing, elbowing, wanting...
Several times over the next hour Francine let her thighs close slightly. Each
time it was the crowd that gave her away. "She closing her legs! Mr. Palmer!
She's closing her legs!"
Each time, The Executioner bent her forward, raising her naked rear into the
air, and asked for volunteers to spank her. One time it was the same young lad
that she had teased with her legs who was convinced to come up and slap her
bottom with his bare hand. He was cheered on by his friends. He couldn't keep
the silly grin off his face as he spanked Francine's squirming backside to their
shouts of encouragement.
Twice more she was given cups of water to drink and, as time passed, the need
to urinate was again upon her. She held on as long as she possibly could, then
pleaded:
"Please Mr. Palmer. I need to go again! Pleeease???"
"Not just yet, Francine. Here drink another cup. I'll let you go in, let's
see... fifteen minutes. You'll have to hold it till then."
"Please! I can't last another fifteen minutes!" Francine was panic stricken.
"I'm afraid you'll have to, Francine"
Francine began squirming her hips. Kneeling as she was it appeared to be a
strange sort of kneeling belly dance as her torso rotated and shook. Her breasts
jiggled and bounced, bringing a fresh round of applause and more catcalls.
Somehow ten minutes passed.
"Please, Mr. Palmer. I can't hold it another minute!" she begged.
The Executioner looked at his watch.
"You'll have to hold it five more minutes, unless you want yet another day
added onto your sentence."
"Nooooo!" wailed Francine. This couldn't happen again. She grit her teeth and
began jiggling in earnest. Another two minutes passed. Francine's bottom was now
clenched so tightly that the space between her bottom cheeks was just a straight
line. Her hips were dimpled from squeezing. A minute later she began shaking.
The crowd yelled that she was closing her thighs again. Without hesitation The
Executioner bent her forward again and gave her upturned bottom five more loud
swats with his palm. Francine's bottom shook and shivered. She thrust her pelvis
forward and back and around in circles. It was an incredibly erotic site and the
crowd appreciated it. The Executioner used his strong hands to part her clenched
rear cheeks and show her bottom hole to the crowd. They applauded wildly.
Another half minute passed and he let her straighten back up. Her bottom was
jiggling and shaking. Suddenly she heard The Executioner tell her she could
relieve herself. She almost didn't believe it!
"Come on, Francine. You can release it now, or would you rather try holding it
another 15 minutes?"
"Nooooooooo!" she screamed, arching her back and bending slightly backwards.
Her hips were raised as she let out a tremendous spray of urine.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She'd made it! She couldn't believe it, but she'd made it! She
was deliriously happy for a few seconds as she sprayed upwards and outwards. Her
joy lasted only a few seconds until she realized the lewd spectacle she was
making of herself. But she couldn't stop. The stream kept going, and going. It
slowed down a bit for a few seconds, then a second burst caused her to moan and
groan as she shot her fountain across the stage. She could hear applause and
laughter. And through all that she could hear her own spray hitting the wooden
boards of the stage like the tinkle of a summer rain.
When she was finished she hung her head low, exhausted, breathing heavily.
From the corner of her eye she saw The Executioner approach. She looked up at
him as he spoke to Jacob and William:
"Okay boys, clean her up again. Time for a new position..."
(end of part 9)
