Saturday evening finally arrived. It was 5 o'clock and a large and enthusiastic crowd had gathered in the town square to witness the first part of Linda's 'punishment.' She knew that it would be a painful time for her but by now her body had become used to beatings. Even so, she dreaded the prospect of what lay ahead.
She saw the press, TV and other media people gathered in the best possible positions to observe the events which would follow. Linda swallowed hard as she prepared herself for the ordeal that was about to begin.
She was led to the whipping post in front of a cheering and expectant crowd. Linda was determined not to allow herself to shed any tears or to give the sadists and perverts in the audience the satisfaction of seeing how much she was suffering.
She saw the man who was about to inflict the 'punishment' upon her flexing a swishy cane through the air for effect. The crowd cheered and laughed at the prospect of seeing her 'punished' with the hideous instrument.
As she came to the post, the two police officers who had escorted her there removed the handcuffs from her wrists and the shackles from her legs. For a brief moment she enjoyed the blissful freedom of being unrestrained, but of course she knew only too well that it was simply in order to force her to humiliate herself in public before the expectant audience.
'Right, Marshall, take your clothes off,' said the flogger. 'Start with your raincoat.'
'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' she said meekly.
'Now your skirt.'
One by one she removed her clothes, her skirt being followed by her shoes, tights, blouse, bra and knickers. Only the red hat remained until at last she was ordered to remove that as well.
'Put your hands on your head,' the flogger commanded. 'And spread your legs apart as wide as you can make them go.'
'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' said the furious Linda.
Then the flogger lifted her wrists high up and handcuffed them again. This time he used a wide set of cuffs with an arm spreader to stretch out her arms as widely as her legs already were. The arm spreader was then passed through a couple of bolts to fix it firmly in place and the bolts were attached in turn to a couple of wide iron rings set high up on the whipping post. It was quite a strain on her arms and shoulders but that was of course all part of the 'fun' of her 'punishment,' after all.
'Cumfy, slut?' he asked her cruelly.
'Yes thank you, sir. I'm fucking lovely and cumfy like this! Thank you very much.'
'OK, Marshall, you can close your legs now. I think we've all seen more than enough of your dirty fucking whorish cunt for the time being, don't you?'
'Thank you, sir. Yes, I'm sure the good people of Aldminster have seen more than enough of my dirty fucking whorish cunt for the time being. I'm very sorry that I'm such a total fucking slut and that I fucking love showing off my whore's body so much.'
'Well, before I begin the punishment, we've got the local press and television here. They're going to interview you before and after your punishment so be polite to them or Judge Johnson - who as you can see has a front row seat here watching the proceedings - might find it necessary to impose additional punishment upon you.'
'Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to be polite, sir.'
Then the questioning began. The 'crime reporter' for the Aldminster Echo started off. He was a loathsome fat slob of a man aged in his early fifties and had a long track record of misogyny.
'Well, Marshall, let's start off with the obvious question. Why the fuck did you plead not guilty in court?'
Linda hadn't been expecting that and had to think fast to give a reply that was both convincing and yet wouldn't earn her more 'punishment' for what she said.
'I was a stupid and arrogant fucking bitch, sir. I thought I could get away with it if I tried to blame other people for my own crimes.'
'Well, you picked the wrong courtroom and the wrong set of people to try to fit up for crimes they hadn't committed, didn't you?'
'Yes, sir, I certainly did.'
'Had you heard of Judge Johnson before you came to trial?'
'I'm afraid not, sir. I'm a very stupid fucking bitch and a totally ignorant fucking twat so what else can you expect?'
'And what did you feel about the way he handled the trial?'
'He was the very model of judicial correctness, sir.'
'Do you think you had a fair trial, Marshall?'
'Yes, of course, sir. Every aspect of it was absolutely fair and just.'
'And what do you think about the sentence he gave you? Do you think you deserved the punishment he awarded?'
Linda thought quickly again. She had to phrase her words exactly right or she could be in a lot of trouble.
'Well, sir, I was guilty and I was deservedly found guilty. I told a pack of lies and I got found out as a lying fucking cunt. It's absolutely right that I should be punished and I fucking deserve to be punished. Not just for what I did but for lying about it as well and trying to blame what I did - and ONLY me - on decent people who'd done nothing at all wrong. So of course I fucking well deserve everything I've got. On the other hand, Judge Johnson is obviously a very wise gentleman. And a kind one too. He could have sentenced me to six years but he only gave me six months. I'm ever so grateful to you for showing me mercy, My Lord. It's a fucking sort more than a worthless lying fucking cunt like me deserved! Thank you so much, My Lord. You're the perfect example of how a judge should behave and it was an honour to see you being the very example of justice and fairness in the courtroom.'
'I see you're naked now, Marshall. Do you enjoy being naked in public?'
'Yes, sir, very much indeed. I fucking love it to be honest.'
'Are you a total fucking slut, Marshall?'
'Yes, sir, I'm a total fucking slut.'
'Are you a dirty fucking whore?'
'Yes, sir, I'm a dirty fucking whore.'
'Are you a selfish fucking bitch?'
'Yes, sir, I'm a selfish fucking bitch.'
'Are you a total cunt, Marshall?'
'Yes, sir, I'm a total fucking cunt.'
Then it was the turn of the TV people to 'interview' her.
'Are you looking forward to your public flogging, Marshall?' asked a skinny blonde girl aged only about 18 herself, if that.
Fucking airhead bimbo bitch, thought Linda savagely. Even so, she knew what was expected of her and she played her part according to the script.
'Yes, very much indeed.'
'Do you think it's right that only cunts get punished like this while gentlemen aren't allowed to be punished in this way?'
'Yes, of course. It's absolutely fair and just that punishments like this should only be used on cunts.'
'Why do you think that?' she persisted.
'I'm only a stupid fucking twat, aren't I? You can hardly expect me to be able to understand much about complex issues like justice and the law. That's why we leave all that sort of thing to the gentlemen who are SO much wiser than stupid fucking cunts like us girls!'
At least I included YOU in that put-down, thought Linda with savage satisfaction. The girl obviously noticed and realised that the victim had scored a point over her.
'Even though the gentlemen ARE much wiser than us girls, and even though you're obviously a particularly stupid fucking twat, Marshall, I'm still interested to hear why you think it's fair and just that a gentleman should NOT be facing the punishment which YOU will soon be receiving and yet it IS fair and just that a cunt like you should.'
'Well, that's pretty simple, really. Even a moronic fucking twat can understand the answer to that one. Because a cunt like me DESERVES to be punished for her crimes while a gentleman doesn't! Are you telling me that you don't AGREE with the wise and just laws brought in by the Justice Party?'
'No, of course not,' she said angrily. 'Don't ask questions; answer them. Let's try asking you another one. What's your opinion on feminism, Marshall?'
'I think feminists are disgusting and ungrateful fucking bitches who deserve no mercy at all. They're not just stupid twats; they're absolutely evil cunts. Why, are YOU a feminist?'
The girl reporter almost winced when Linda asked her that question. She knew the dangers of being accused of having such subversive opinions.
'Of course not, you stupid fucking bitch! I was suggesting that YOU might be one.'
'Well, I'm the first to admit that I've been a very bad girl for most of my life but at least I know my place. I know that all gentlemen are inherently superior to all girls and always will be. I know that it's their job to rule and command us and our job to obey and listen to what they have to say because they are wise while we are only stupid. You can call me a criminal, a trouble-maker, a whore, a bitch, a cunt or whatever but you CAN'T accuse me of being a feminist! Are you SURE you're NOT one yourself?'
'I already told you I wasn't. Anyway, you're supposed to ANSWER questions, not ask them. What's your opinion on the recent changes in the laws?'
'Which ones do you mean? I'm far too stupid to know what you're talking about. Please help me by asking me which laws you're talking about.'
The girl reporter was out of her depth by now. Only 17 herself, she'd been looking forward to a rare opportunity to humiliate another female rather than being the butt of jokes and humiliation herself but it was rapidly becoming clear that the 15-year old girl who was about to receive some severe punishment was more than a match for her.
'What about the law that female defendants in court are considered guilty unless they can prove their innocence beyond even an unreasonable doubt while male defendants are considered innocent unless their guilt can be shown beyond a reasonable one?'
'What about it? It seems perfectly fair and just to me. Are you saying that you don't agree with it?'
'Of course not,' the girl almost shouted at Linda. 'I told you that your job is to answer questions and not to ask them.'
'Is it? I didn't realise YOU were in a position of authority.'
The girl actually blushed with embarrassment when she said that. Linda's spirited responses were being thoroughly enjoyed by the crowd who actually started to applaud her when she made that last comment.
'What do you think about the law that says that capital punishment can only be used against females and that, for instance, a man who murders a woman will receive a maximum sentence of two years in prison while a woman who commits murder will be executed?'
'It seems perfectly fair and just to me. After all, if a girl murders someone of course she should be executed for her crimes, shouldn't she? Or don't you agree?'
'That wasn't the question I was asking. I was asking if you felt it was fair that a girl should be punished more severely than a gentleman for the same crime.'
'But she isn't being punished for the same crime,' said Linda, almost slyly. 'After all, if SHE committed the crime then HE didn't! The fucking bitch is only getting what she deserves, isn't she?'
The girl reporter was by now desperate to get out of the hole she was digging for herself. She'd come along with a list of prepared questions and so far Linda was making her look not just like a fool but was even suggesting that she might be a secret feminist. Growing more and more nervous, she glanced anxiously at the boss of the interview team, hoping he'd end her involvement. However, like all the audience, he was enjoying the show too much to want it to end quickly.
'Go on, Suzy!' he whispered. 'Keep going - you've got another five minutes to go yet!'
Suzy wished that the ground could swallow her up but forced herself to keep going in spite of the fact that every question she asked made her situation even worse.
'What about the new school regulations that lay down that corporal punishment may only be used on girls? Do you think that it's right for a girl to be caned when a boy can't be?'
'Oh, absolutely. After all, if she's being a naughty girl then she deserves a good caning, doesn't she? Or don't you agree with the rules?'
'Don't keep asking me questions, Marshall! Answer them!'
Suzy was becoming increasingly flustered and tried shouting at the young girl to make her feel better. The trouble was that Linda had suffered so much already at the hands of other people that the young reporter was completely incapable of intimidating her in any way.
'Did they give you an intelligence test at your job interview - and they only gave you the job when you failed it?' asked Linda sarcastically. 'I reckon a 5-year old could have made a better job of things than you have. What a fucking moron!'
Suzy glared angrily at the young girl.
'Don't you dare talk to me like that! I'll...'
'You'll what? Just what the fuck do you think YOU could possibly do to me? Wake up, little Suzy. It's a gentleman's world out there and you're just a stupid fucking twat. Christ, I don't know why they even gave you the job. You're a blonde bimbo airhead and you haven't even got decent tits. At least I've got tits like a proper girl SHOULD have.'
In a sudden moment of inspiration, Linda called out to the audience.
'Hey, gentlemen, what do you think? Which one of us has got the better set of tits - me or her?'
Just about every male in the crowd shouted out 'you have, Marshall!'
The crestfallen Suzy didn't know where to put her face. Linda had another nasty surprise for her though. Turning to the judge, she addressed him directly.
'My Lord, I'm worried about this girl. From the sort of questions she's been asking me I really think she might be a feminist. Since you're here, and so many other fine gentlemen, shall we put her on trial now and see if she deserves to be punished?'
'I'm impressed by your sudden civic mindedness, Marshall,' said Judge Johnson. 'Yes, an excellent idea. Bring the defendant before me and let the trial begin.'
Suzy went pale with fright and shock. Suddenly the day was turning pear-shaped for her and she was now facing the very real prospect of being sent to a young offenders' institute herself.
'Well, what's your name, girl?' asked the judge.
'Susan Wilson, My Lord,' she answered quietly.
'Age?'
'Seventeen years old, My Lord.'
'Right, let's see. You come before the court charged with - let's see, Marshall, what exactly was it you were accusing her of?'
'Feminism and lesbianism, My Lord,' said Linda, deciding to throw an extra charge into the book.
'How do you plead, Wilson?'
'Not... not guilty, My Lord.'
'I'll remind those of you who haven't seen a trial before that under the new and fairer laws if a gentleman is accused of an offence he is always presumed innocent unless his guilt can be proved beyond a reasonable doubt. If a cunt is accused of an offence she is always presumed guilty unless she can prove her innocence beyond even the most unreasonable doubt.'
He paused for a moment before gazing directly into Suzy's face.
'Well, Wilson, under the new just laws the defence always presents its case first. How can you disprove the charge of feminism that has been laid against you?'
'I... I don't know how to do that, My Lord. I've never been in a court of law before. All I can do is tell you that I do understand that feminism is wrong. I don't even know much about what a feminist cunt believes to be honest.'
'Can I cross-examine the bitch, My Lord?' asked Linda.
'Yes, why not? Go ahead, Marshall.'
The spectacle of a naked Linda, her arms chained above her head and waiting for a public flogging, and yet interrogating the reporter who had tried to humiliate her, delighted the crowd. It was clear that Linda had got all the men on her side and that she fully intended to make the luckless Suzy suffer.
'OK, Wilson,' said Linda, 'you asked me a number of questions. Every one of them was obviously designed to try and make it sound as if the fair and just laws of our country were somehow NOT just and fair. You tried to make it sound as if gentlemen were NOT behaving in a kind and wise way but were simply abusing their positions to oppress us cunts. Your so-called 'questions' were actually nothing more than feminist propaganda disguised to SOUND like questions but really just another excuse to spout your dirty fucking feminist filth and try to corrupt decent people. Isn't that true, Wilson?'
'No...'
'Shut the fuck up, bitch!' Linda shouted at her. 'When I want you to speak I'll order you to answer me!'
'But...'
'But what, twat? There's NO fucking 'buts.' Except that scrawny excuse for an arse that's still trying to grow behind your skinny impression of a body!'
Suzy blushed with embarrassment. She didn't know what to do or say and it was obvious that she was no match for the young girl who was 'cross-examining' her so skilfully.
'I don't know what to say,' she mumbled.
'Well, since there's only a single brain cell inside that thick fucking head of yours, and since that's stuck firmly up your tiny arse, I'm not surprised, Wilson! It would be a miracle if you DID know what to say! Well, let's carry on with the trial. You work for the Aldminster TV station, don't you, Wilson?'
'Yes, I do,' she answered.
'When did you join them?'
'Six months ago.'
'How did you get the job?'
'A friend of mine worked there and she suggested I should apply.'
'And did she put in a good word for you with the bosses?'
'Yes.'
'So basically, even though you were totally unsuitable for the job, and you've shown us all today that you're fucking useless at it, you made use of the feminist mafia to GET one.'
Suzy wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer that or not. She decided to take a risk and reply anyway.
'No, I didn't.'
'Yes, you did, bitch. I'm sure plenty of deserving and hard-working gentlemen at the TV station have been wondering ever since you arrived how on earth you got a job that requires a certain minimum degree of intelligence. Now they know. You used your feminist contacts to trick your way into the station. Well, you've been found out now, Wilson. The law takes a very dim view of feminist twats like you. Let's see, what about today? Did you prepare the list of questions to ask me or were they given to you by someone else?'
'They were given to me.'
'Who by?'
'By my supervisor.'
'And who is your supervisor?'
'Kelly Jackson.'
'Gentleman or cunt?'
'A... a cunt,' she said quietly.
'And is Jackson the SAME cunt who gave you your job in the first place?'
'Yes, she is.'
'I see. Well, maybe I was a bit hard on you, Wilson. Maybe you are such a total fucking moron that you didn't REALISE that your boss Jackson was a hard-arsed feminist dyke bitch who thought she could use my entirely DESERVED punishment today as an excuse to attack the just, fair and wise laws of the gentlemen of this country. Maybe you're just a brainless airhead bimbo slut who was too fucking thick to realise that you were being used as a pawn in a feminist terrorist campaign. Is that how it was, Wilson? Are you working for the feminists or are you too fucking stupid to realise they were using you?'
Suzy's eyes filled up with tears. Not only was she being totally humiliated by the younger girl but she was now being asked to betray her boss and good friend in order to get a lesser sentence for herself.
'I... I didn't realise the questions I was asking WERE feminist propaganda,' she whispered.
'Well, they fucking are, cunthead! So answer the question, twat. Are you so fucking stupid that you didn't realise they WERE feminist propaganda or did you set out deliberately to spread the feminist filth?'
'I... I don't...'
'My Lord, please give a ruling on this matter. Do the questions Wilson asked me constitute feminist propaganda and a desire to criticise and destablise the law?'
'Yes, Marshall, they do. You were quite right to see that.'
'Thank you, My Lord. In that case I'd like to ask you and the gentlemen if they think we should just find Wilson guilty of feminist propaganda without further ado.'
'Yes, that seems reasonable. How do you find Wilson, gentlemen?'
'Guilty!' came the unanimous shout.
'Yes, guilty is the only possible verdict.'
'My Lord, before you sentence her I'd like to ask her to answer my question properly. Obviously it makes a difference if she was an active, willing and conscious agitator rather than simply duped into spreading frminist filth.'
'Go ahead.'
Smiling, Linda turned to the luckless Suzy and asked her again.
'Well, Wilson, are you a brainless airhead bimbo slut who was too fucking stupid to know what you were doing when you asked me those questions? Or did you consciously and deliberately set out to spread feminist propaganda?'
A tearful Suzy looked at Linda forlornly.
'I...'
'Speak up, twat! We can't hear you! Are you a brainless airhead bimbo slut who was too fucking stupid to know what you were doing? Or are you a subversive feminist bitch cunt?'
'I... I suppose I...'
'No supposing, Wilson. What are you?'
'I'm a brainless airhead bimbo slut who was too fucking stupid to know what I was doing,' she forced herself to say reluctantly.
'That's what I thought you were,' smiled Linda. 'At last a confession! My Lord, I'd now like to address the question of Wilson's lesbianism. To begin with, let's see if we can determine if she really IS a cunt at all. ARE you a cunt, Wilson?'
'I... I...'
'Don't keep saying 'I I I' all the time, you retarded fucking twat! Just answer the question. In fact, I think I'll start further back just to see if it's even POSSIBLE to activate the single brain cell stuck firmly up this bitch's arse! Well, Wilson, do you even HAVE a cunt?'
'Y... yes.'
'Yes, what, Wilson?'
'Yes, I... I... I do.'
'You do what, Wilson?'
'I do have one.'
'You do have one what?'
'I do... have a... have a cunt.'
'Well, that took quite a long time for her to decide, didn't it? Maybe it would help if the fucking bitch stripped naked. Right now I'm not sure if she really IS a cunt at all!'
The judge smiled happily at that prospect. Although she was skinny, Suzy Johnson was a pretty blonde and he looked forward to seeing her naked. He was also looking forward to sentencing her to imprisonment in the young offenders' institute.
'Yes, that is only fair,' he said. 'Wilson, take off your clothes at once. All of them!'
'But My Lord... must I, I mean?'
'Yes, Wilson, you must. Get your fucking clothes off, twat!'
'Yes, My Lord. Sorry, My Lord.'
With trembling hands Suzy took off her clothes. At last she stood before them all as naked as the day she was born. Linda, thoroughly enjoying herself in spite of her own situation, milked the moment for all it was worth.
'Well, Wilson, spread your legs,' she said. 'As wide apart as you can. How else can we tell if you really DO have a cunt or not?'
A shamefaced Suzy did as she was told.
'Well, it DOES look as if the bitch has a cunt after all. Not so sure about her tits, though. Can't see much sign of ANYTHING up top! Well, Wilson, DO you have tits?'
'Y... yes,' she mumbled.
Suzy was very self-conscious about her small breasts and now that she had been forced to strip naked in public she felt even more ashamed of them.
'Yes what, Wilson?'
'Yes, I... I do... have tits.'
'Well, let's have a proper look at them then, shall we?'
That remark was greeted by howls of laughter from everyone except poor Suzy. She stared at the judge in a forlorn hope that he would intervene. Instead, openly grinning at her, he nodded his head in agreement.
'Yes, that's a very good idea, Marshall. Wilson, try to display your tits so that the gentlemen of the court can get the best possible look at them.'
'Can I borrow a magnifying glass, My Lord?' asked Linda, a remark which convulsed the audience. 'Or maybe a microscope?'
'I'm not sure that would be of much assistance,' Judge Johnson answered, a huge smile on his face.
'Tell me, Wilson, what size do you think these - these bumps on your chest that you somehow think of as tits - actually are? I saw you wore a padded bra but I reckon you'd need a pair of fucking monster rocks to make it look as if YOU had tits!'
'I... I'm... I'm sorry, I know I'm not very big up there.'
'Big up where, Wilson? What the fuck are you talking about?'
'I'm sorry. I mean I know I've... I've only got... well, very small tits. I'm sorry.'
'Very small?' Linda laughed. 'Look at MY big juicy fucking tits, Wilson. Do you agree that I have tits like a PROPER cunt should have?'
'Yes, you've got nice big tits.'
'And do you know how big they are?'
'I'm not sure. 36B?'
'They're actually 36D, Wilson. And how big are YOUR pathetic excuses for strawberries?'
'I... they're 30A.'
'What are 30A? Is that an address of a plastic surgeon?'
Again Linda's remarks convulsed the crowd. The men admired the spirit of the girl who, even though she was naked, handcuffed painfully and by now her arms must be aching from their aerial suspension, still found the time to entertain them.
'It's... it's the size of... of my... of my tits,' Suzy almost whispered.
'What's the size of your tits, Wilson?'
'I... I've got... I've got 30A size tits.'
'And do you think that's a remotely acceptable tit size for a REAL cunt to have?'
'I... I suppose... I suppose not.'
'Well, we've already established you've got pathetic excuses for tits that you ought to be fucking well ashamed of. ARE you ashamed of your tiny tits, Wilson?'
'Yes... yes, I'm ashamed of my tiny tits.'
'So you should be! Well, let's see what we can find out about your sex life. Are you and Jackson a couple of dykes? Do you spend your time licking out each others' cunts?'
'N... no... no, of course not.'
'You are aware that lezzy sex is a disgusting perversion and quite rightly a criminal offence, aren't you, Wilson?'
'Y... yes, I know that.'
'And so why have you and Jackson been having a lesbian relationship?'
'But... but we haven't.'
'You haven't what?'
'We haven't been having a lesbian relationship.'
'How many other dykes have you been fucking?'
'I... I haven't had any... I haven't... I haven't fucked any dykes.'
'So how many dykes have fucked YOU?'
'I... I haven't been fucked by any dykes.'
'That's a downright fucking LIE, Wilson! We KNOW that you're not only being fucked by Jackson but that you've been fucked by LOADS of dykes!'
'But... but I haven't. I swear to you I haven't!'
Linda then produced her trump card.
'Under the new and fairer laws, it's NOT the responsibility of the prosecution to prove you guilty. It's YOUR responsibility to prove yourself INNOCENT. In plain English, Wilson, in words that even a moronic twat like you can understand, it's NOT up to me to prove that you ARE a filthy fucking dyke. It's up to YOU to prove that you're NOT. Can you DO that, Wilson?'
'But... but I... but how can I do that?'
'Well, for starters, have you got a boyfriend?'
'No, but...'
'Have you ever had a boyfriend?'
'Well, yes, but...'
'How many?'
'Three.'
'And they all dropped you when they found out you were a filthy fucking dyke, didn't they? When they found out you preferred licking cunts to taking a firm manly prick up your scrawny arse, your pathetic twatshit gob and your tiny cunt they dumped you, didn't they?'
'No, it wasn't like that. It's just...'
'Have you ever taken a gentleman's gorgeous prick up your stupid gob?'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'They... they didn't... they never asked me to do... to do that for them.'
Linda burst out laughing when she said that.
'They never asked you to suck their pricks? They never ASKED you? What the fuck makes you think YOUR gob is so fucking special that a gentleman has to ASK you for PERMISSION to use it? How come they didn't simply just ORDER you to suck their magnificent pricks, Wilson?'
'I... I don't... I don't know what to say.'
'And I suppose you've never had a prick up your skinny arse either. Have you, Wilson?'
'N... no.'
'No what, Wilson?'
'No, I've never... never had a prick up my... up my arse.'
'So you think YOUR arse is too fucking special for a gentleman to use it for his pleasure, do you? Or was it that it's so repulsively scrawny and skinny that he couldn't bear to touch it?'
'I... I don't... I don't know.'
'Well, you MUST know what you fucking THINK about your own arse, Wilson. DO you think it's so fucking special that no gentleman has the right to use it?'
'N... no.'
'So it must be for the other reason I suggested, musn't it?'
'I... I suppose so.'
'So why do you think gentlemen haven't fucked you up the arse? Tell the court the only other possible reason.'
Suzy was close to tears again as Linda, in spite of her discomfort, continued to torment and humiliate her.
'I... I suppose it must be because they... didn't find my arse attractive.'
'And why do you think that is?'
'I... I suppose they must have found my arse... so repulsively scrawny and skinny that they couldn't bear to touch it.'
'And do YOU find your arse repulsively scrawny and skinny?'
Suzy's eyes filled with tears when Linda asked her that question.
'Yes, I find my arse repulsively scrawny and skinny.'
'Well, that's something. I suppose it goes without saying that no gentleman would bother to feel up your tiny tits. After all, he'd have a lot of trouble finding them, wouldn't he?'
More laughter followed. As the tears flowed more freely from her eyes, Suzy reluctantly replied to her tormentor's question.
'Yes, I'm afraid he would. I'm very sorry. And yes, no gentleman has ever bothered to feel up my tiny tits.'
'Well, you can hardly be surprised at that. Let's talk about your cunt now. It's an established principle under the new and fairer principles of justice that anyone who HAS a cunt MUST be one of the following categories: a prick-teaser, a dyke, a whore or a wife. Are you married, Wilson?'
'No, I'm not married.'
'Are you a whore?'
'No, I'm not a whore.'
'Well, in that case you must be either a prick-teaser or a dyke, mustn't you? So what about your cunt? Did any of the three boyfriends you CLAIM to have had ever fuck you up your dirty cunt? Or is that stupid ugly twat of yours as virgin as the day you were born?'
Suzy's sobbing became almost uncontrollable when Linda asked her that question. Linda, in spite of her discomfort and pain, was thoroughly enjoying her triumph over the young girl who had come there today to humiliate HER and instead found herself being utterly humiliated in public.
'I... I'm not... I'm not a... not a virgin,' she almost whispered.
'What's that, Wilson? Speak up, we can't fucking hear you? Did you say you're still a virgin?'
'No, I'm not a virgin,' she said, speaking louder.
'Well, that's a surprise,' said Linda, a huge grin on her face. 'So you must be a dyke, then.'
'I'm NOT a dyke,' she protested. 'I swear to you I've NEVER had lezzy sex.'
'You MUST be,' Linda persisted. 'If you're not a prick-teaser, not a wife, and not a whore, the ONLY other possible thing you CAN be is a fucking dyke. My Lord, I think we've heard more than enough already from this lying retarded fucking bimbo wannabe lezzy slut. I'm sure the wise gentlemen of the jury have already made up their minds too. I ask you to find the defendant Wilson guilty of the crime of lesbianism. What do you say, gentlemen?'
'Guilty!' came the unanimous cry.
'Guilty as charged,' came the cold voice of Judge Johnson. 'Marshall, I believe that you wished to say something concerning Wilson before I pass sentence upon her.'
'Yes, My Lord, I do. I'd actually like to ask the court to show her mercy. She is obviously a totally stupid fucking twat who was manipulated into her feminist activities and lesbian perversions by her designing boss Jackson. I ask that Jackson be arrested on those charges and brought before you to receive her just punishment. As for Wilson, if you will forgive me for daring to suggest a sentence for her, I would ask you to give her twenty-five strokes of the cane in public and twelve hours in the stocks. I would also ask you to sentence her to six months at the same young offenders' institute as I will soon so justly be travelling to myself. It would be a great help to her development and improvement if you could assign her to me as my cellmate in the institute. Do you ever visit it yourself, My Lord?'
'I certainly do,' the judge smiled.
'When you do,' said Linda, 'I will make certain that I'm on my very BEST behaviour for you and that I treat you with total respect, politeness and obedience, My Lord.'
The judge almost licked his lips. He had fallen for Linda in a big way and was looking forward to fucking her at the first opportunity he got.
'Marshall, you are presumptuous to imagine that I need or would take the slightest notice of any sort of advice from you. However, I am minded to agree that Jackson is the prime mover in these deplorable matters and I will therefore be more lenient in my sentencing of Wilson. Wilson, you will spend the next six months at the Snowdon Young Offenders' Institute. You will also receive twenty-five strokes of the cane in public and you will also spend twelve hours naked in the stocks to experience the just anger of all decent citizens at your deplorable behaviour. Because I am grateful to Marshall for exposing your disgusting and depraved activities, I have also taken two further decisions. In the first place, I believe that she at least understands the justice of her punishment and the fairness of the laws our society puts in place to protect itself from the wiles of feminists, whores, dykes, prick=teasers and cunts. Because of that, I am assigning to you be her cell-mate in Snowdon. I will also ask the flogger to release you from you bonds for the time being because I feel that it would be entirely appropriate if YOU were to be the one to cane Wilson for her depravities.'
That was more than Linda could have hoped for in her wildest dreams. She stared at the bench in stunned silence for a moment before recovering her poise and smiling at the judge.
'Thank you, My Lord. I will of course look forward to receiving my own just punishment at the hands of the good flogger who will do his duty and make sure that worthless cunts like me suffer to the max as we always should do. Thank you for your kindness. I promise not to disappoint you or give you any reason to regret your decision.'
Her restraints were removed at last and Linda smiled happily as she saw the luckless Suzy having her own wrists handcuffed behind her back and suspended from the arm-spreader bar. Bent over in full view of everyone, she awaited her fate. Somehow she knew that Linda would be even MORE cruel to her than the public flogger would have been.
'My Lord, since in this instance I am acting on behalf of the state, would it be possible for the twat to call me 'ma'am' while I am punishing her?'
'Yes, of course, Marshall. Do exactly as you are told, Wilson.'
'OK, tinytits, this is how it goes. You start off by kissing the cane. Got that, cunthead?'
'Yes, ma'am,' a tearful Suzy replied.
'Well, fucking DO it then!' Linda shouted at her.
As she pushed the cane into her face, she watched with grim enjoyment as the young girl forced herself to kiss the instrument that was about to inflict pain upon her.
'Now this is the drill, turdbrain. Each time I give that invisible arse of yours a thoroughly deserved whacking with this beautiful cane you count the strokes. You also express your gratitude to me for doing it. What you say is, 'one. Thank you, ma'am.' You repeat the process until you have received all twenty-five of the strokes due to you. If you lose count at any time, forget to count or do not express your gratitude to me on each occasion then we will start all over again with the first stroke. When all twenty-five strokes have been administered, you will once more express your gratitude by saying 'thank you for caning my arse, ma'am. I thoroughly deserve to have my repulsive scrawny arse caned and I fucking love it anyway.' Then you will kiss the cane once more. After that you'll be released and I'll go back on the whipping post. And believe me, Wilson, I'm going to show you how a REAL cunt takes her punishment! You got all that, twat?'
'Yes, ma'am,' a terrified Suzy almost whispered in reply.
Then Linda began caning her arse with enthusiasm and skill. She'd had so much practice at being on the receiving end that she knew exactly how to make each stroke hurt the most and she was determined to inflict the maximum possible suffering on the young girl. Before long, her plan had worked even better than she could have hoped. By the seventeenth stroke Suzy was sobbing her eyes out and howling in pain. Crucially, she forgot to count.
'You forgot to count the strokes, Wilson,' said Linda with a cruel smile. 'And you forgot to thank me for my kindness towards you. You know what that means, don't you, twat?'
'Please, ma'am, please forgive me. I'm sorry I forgot to count, ma'am. Honestly, I'll remember all the rest of the strokes.'
'Too late for all that cowshit, Wilson. We'll start again from the first stroke. Maybe in future you'll remember to count. Now kiss the cane and we'll begin again. Hey, that rhymes! I'm a poet and I didn't even fucking know it!'
Poor Suzy forced herself to go through the whole process all over again. As a result of her slip she ended up receiving thirty-two strokes of the cane on her arse instead of the twenty-five she'd been awarded originally. At the end of the cycle she forced herself to say the humiliating words that Linda had ordered her to repeat.
'Thank you for caning my arse, ma'am. I thoroughly deserve to have my repulsive scrawny arse caned and I fucking love it anyway.'
She then kissed the cane and Linda smiled happily. To Suzy's immense relief, she was finally set free from her restraints.
Now Linda took her place. Unlike Suzy, she was secured to the whipping post far more rigidly with her arms being placed in strict bondage and tight suspension. She smiled happily at the crowd and the young girl consoled herself with the thought that at least Linda was about to get a caning herself.
'Hey, gentlemen, I fucking love being here!' she shouted, to Suzy's amazement. 'I fucking love being naked in front of you all and I'm going to fucking LOVE getting my fat arse caned! At least I've got a REAL arse like a REAL cunt - and PROPER tits like a PROPER cunt should have! And I've lost count - or should I say lost cunt? - of how many gorgeous pricks I've had up my stupid gob, my fat fucking arse and my dirty fucking cunt! OK, boss, pick up that cane and give my fat arse the caning of my life! The more you hurt me the better I fucking like it!'
The men in the crowd cheered, calling out 'Marshall! Marshall!' and the judge smiled at her in obvious appreciation.
She kissed the cane with a display of such enthusiasm that it was almost as if she was performing an act of oral sex upon it. Then the flogger began.
'One. Thank you, sir.'
She counted each stroke without missing one count and expressed her gratitude after every one. Then she addressed the flogger.
'Thank you for caning my arse, sir. I thoroughly deserve to have my fat fucking arse caned and I fucking love it anyway!'
She then kissed the cane in a display that was if possible even more erotic than at the beginning. The crowd shouted her name again and again.
'Marshall! Marshall!'
Suzy stared at Linda in total astonishment. How was it possible for a young girl to take so much punishment and yet behave as if nothing at all serious had happened to her?
'Right,' she said, a big grin on her face. 'It's time for my whipping now. Please whip me as hard as you can. The harder it is the better I fucking love it!'
She repeated the procedure with the whipping and the crowd went wild. Suzy was in a state of utter shock as she saw Linda, finally released from the whipping post, smiling at the crowd and blowing them kisses.
How could she possibly do it?
A cold fear swept over Suzy as she realised that she was going to be sent off to the Snowdon Young Offenders' Institute the following day. She wasn't quite sure what would happen to her but she was sure it would be both painful and unpleasant. Oh God, why did they send ME to cover this story?
-
thebitchfindergeneral - Good Poster
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:15 pm
No comments:
Post a Comment