From: Eddy Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Kaitlin Punished Date: 16 Apr 1996 09:48:12 GMT ************************************************* FOR ADULTS ONLY!! ************************************************* WARNING! This story is strictly for adults only! This story concerns the strapping of an adult female, with considerable psychological torment and torture, as to border on sadism. Some would consider it cruel and unusual punishment. Then again, others, may not. If you are offended by this type of story, DO NOT read it, and select another. ************************************************* **************** KAITLIN PUNISHED **************** SHORT PLOT SYNOPSIS: 2 years ago, Collier County California, was the first County in the nation to resoundingly pass a corporal punishment ordinance for misdemeanor crimes. (figures, eh?) Mrs. Kaitlin Westmont, 38, full figured, reserved, and wealthy has been sentenced to 16 strokes of the strap, under the Out-Prisoner Plan. The judge was incensed how Mrs. Westmont, despite her $92,000 income, had targeted and victimized so many small merchants, while carrying an aloof and unrepentant attitude through out her trial. She arrives at the appointed time, at the County Correctional building, and is directed to a small suite of offices in the lower lever. ********************* "Get undressed. Take everything off. Strip yourself naked." the busty matron ordered Kaitlin Westmont. "Hang up your clothes on the coat rack." Despite her strong constitution, Kaitlin was aghast at the order. She had purposely worn a knee-length whispy summer dress, reged and swayed to the sides with the effort. Ruth grinned slightly at the quaking belly flesh, that betrayed Kaitlin's attempt to remain strong during her ordeal. "There are a few things we must address," Ruth began to speak. "Did you drive here, or were you driven?" Ruth asked. "I drove," Kaitlin answered, and Ruth notated the answer on her chart. ('call cab company', Ruth also notated) Most of the remaining questions, concerned Kaitlin's health and as each was asked and answered, Kaitlin could not help but think that this procedure could all have been done while she was still clothed. Ruth finally set her pencil down and picked up a black leather strap, holding it up so Kaitlin could see it clearly. "This is the implement that will be used to strap your bare bottom. It is made of a soft but rigid treated leather, and in true government tradition, cost the tax payers $160.00. It is 40 inches long and is doubled up and wielded like so," Ruth continued, and doubled up the strap as a demonstration. I can assure you, it's sting is infernal." Kaitlin began to noticeably shiver. "Between the 4th and 6th stroke, your mind will tell you that you can not possibly take anymore, but we will continue with the Order of the Court. At that time, you will start to scream and plead, which is natural. However, abusive language will not be tolerated, and can only earn you extra punishment. Is all of this clear so far?" Ruth asked. All semblance of courage was now gone, and Kaitlin simply nodded her head in agreement, near shaking uncontrollably. "You will find, as the strapping continues, that you have lost all conscious control of your body. The pain, as the strap strikes you, time and time again, will feel like the holy fires of hell. Many women wet themselves, as shear panic takes its toll. Almost a third of the women in our nearly 1500 strappings to date, become sexually aroused. Do you have any questions?" Ruth asked. Kaitlin could feel the muscles in legs weaken, and with consternation in her eyes, shook her head 'no'. "As of this date," Ruth continued, *NONE* of the strappings that *OUR* team have administered, have brought back a repeat offender, and we are not about to start with you. As humiliated and embarrassed as you may feel now standing naked before me, it is nothing in comparison of what is in store for you." Ruth concluded. Her spirit completely broken, Kaitlin sobbed openly. "Your sentence is 16. The entire procedure will take no more than 17 minuets. We are required to give a 45-second interval between each blow of the strap. There will be a timer in the room. At each blow it will be reset, and ring when the next blow is to be delivered. I will ask you if you are ready. Is all of this clear, so far?" Ruth looked up from her charts at Kaitlin. Kaitlin was a near mass of jelly, and vibrated with fear, in the anticipation of her chastisement. "There are two options at this time," Ruth continued on, not giving Kaitlin any chance of composure. "In accordane with legislative procedure, you will be secured down on the spanking bench. Mostly it is to prevent injury with the twists and turns of your person as you are beaten. You may opt, at this time, to receive a warm-up spanking, under my own hand. Only medical personal are allowed to touch you, and I am certified in that capacity. I am also allowed to apply to your bottom a topical ointment, that will NOT in any way, shape, nor form, lessen the sting of the strap, but will, considerably, aid in the healing process. If you refuse this treatment, the onuses will be on you and your health insurance company for any further treatment. I have advised all women in the past, that it is most advisable to accept the warm-up spanking. If you refuse, the first crack of the strap will sear into your un-prepared bottom like a branding iron. If you desire the warm-up spanking and the application of the topical ointment, you will have to sign this waiver," Ruth, once more concluded, and reversed the one-page document for Kaitlin to sign. Kaitlin was near mad at her prospective ordeal, while listening to the well rehearsed words of Ruth. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned over the small table, her full breasts swelling and swinging, and signed the paper. Anything, she thought, to ward away the surely expected pain. Ruth took the paper and placed in Kaitlin's file. "Would you like to use the bathroom before we start?" Ruth asked. Kaitlin did, indeed, take the opportunity to visit the adjacent door-less ladies room. She sat on the commode and emptied her bladder of fear, while Ruth watched. Like a meek lamb now, Kaitlin allowed herself to be led by Ruth to the spanking bench. She had noticed the apparatus as she entered the room. It looked like it belonged in some health club. A narrow bench. Wrapped in black vinyl. Like a weight lifting bench, with its padded leg lift at the end. Almost like it belonged in a private home, at her second thought. ***************** "You will lie down on the bench on your back, placing your bottom on the yellow tape" Ruth directed, "YES, on your back," Ruth repeated at the horrified eyes of Kaitlin. Kaitlin Westmont eased her fleshy body onto the bench as directed. The back of her knees rested against the padded, rolled leg lift. "Arms over your head now, Mrs. Westmont," Ruth ordered, and with shame Kaitlin lifted her arms over her head. In a manner of seconds, Ruth secured them to the top of the bench with the adjustable velcro straps. Kaitlin began to hiccup with fear as she felt Ruth pull apart her legs, and fasten her ankles and lower thighs, just above the knee, with the same velcro type bindings. The whirl of hydraulic mechanisms and the feel of her legs being lifted and drawn up, caused Kaitlin Westmont to squeal at the horror of it all. When the motors finally stopped, Kaitlin found herself with her legs bent, and her knees nearly touching the tips of her breasts. The small of her back was barely touching the security of the bench. The position caused her bottom to be split apart at its widest, hanging lewdly over the edge of the bench, exposing the crinkle of her anus, not to mention the puffy lips of her sex. "Ah! Noooo! This is indecent!" Kaitlin pleaded. Ruth was pleased at the perfect function of the motorized spanking bench. It was relatively new, and they had had some problems with it. The engineers had done their work well, she thought again. A more humiliating position of a woman was not possible. "It is 1:15 pm now, Mrs. Westmont," Ruth addressed the near frantic woman in a most calm tone. You're warm up spanking will commence at 1:20, then the application of the ointment. At precisely 1:30 your sentenced strapping will be administered by Mrs. Murphy." Without waiting for a reply, Ruth left the room. She would allow Mrs. Kaitlin Westmont five minutes of composure time. To Kaitlin, it would seem like five hours, as she writhed on the bench, trying for a place of comfort, and knowing how well just how open and and exposed she was. Five minutes later, Ruth re-entered the room. "I am going to spank you now, Mrs. Westmont," she stated, then sat down on a small stool and began to slap at Kaitlin's bare bottom cheeks, with her opened hand. Ruth slapped short and quick. Striking the jiggling flesh all over ... and over and over, until the pale white cheeks turned a soft pink. Kaitlin could feel the warmth swell over her entire bottom. Not a square inch was missed, and Kaitlin gasped. ...but not nearly as much as when the ointment was applied to her now reddened cheeks. Ruth used both hands to smear in the greasy formula, and several times let her fingers slide in between the spread apart full bottom cheeks to tickle at the pulsating and contracted anus ..... each time eliciting a soft groan from the lips of Mrs. Westmont. Her sex lips were swollen, and Ruth could see just the white tip of her clitoris poking through and looking for attention. Ruth smiled again, and let her slippery fingers ever so casually nip at the vulnerable sex button, teasing it without mercy. "It is time Mrs. Westmont," Ruth stated, ceasing her between-the-legs manipulation. "Mrs. Murphy is ready for you now. She will give you eight horrendous swats from her right hand, then eight equally stinging with her left. All of the County Spankers are ambidextrous, you know, and Mrs. Murphy is one of our best. You will be screaming soon, Mrs. Westmont," Ruth concluded, and gave one final poke to the now greasy anus and clit. Rosie Murphy entered the room and picked up the black strap. Yes, the same Rosie that was asked to leave the room earlier, because of the color of her skin. Rosie Murphy smiled down into the near insane eyes of Mrs. Kaitlin Westmont. Strictly against the rules, Rosie gave each of Kaitlin Westmont's protruding nipples, a cruel pinch and twist as a welcome of what was to come. Then, the slim girl sauntered down to the end of the bench and looked at the gaping, spread apart bare bottom, and all that lay in between. Smiling again, Rosie, strap in hand, raised her thin muscular arm over her head. ***END***