Punishment Day
It's Friday in the
dusty little town of Independence Texas. In the town's Sheriff's
office, two men sharing a jail cell have just finished breakfast.
Although friends, they had been arrested after a drunken fight two
days ago, an argument over a saloon lady who couldn't care less.
Normally a saloon brawl would be beneath the Sheriff’s attention,
but this one caused enough damage that the men, ordinary cowboys,
couldn't possibly pay for it. So today, Punishment Day, it would
come out of their hides!
If all goes well,
Hank and Clint will be released this afternoon. Released shortly
after their public thrashing, that is.
Deputy Beverly Birch
suddenly loomed outside their cell, “OK boys,” she said in her
brassy voice, “Let's get you two ready. Get those clothes off and
push them through the bars. When I return, I'd better see two
swinging dicks inside that cell and two piles of clothes on the floor
outside it. That is, if you know what's good for you!
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Beverly Birch,
(called “Beverly Bitch” behind her back, but never to her face)
represented a huge anomaly in 1920's Texas. Initially hired as the
Sheriff's clerk, she had been issued a badge only so she could
officially assist with the town's occasional female prisoner. But in
a mere two years, she had managed something unthinkable for the
times, she had become a full-fledged deputy sheriff. In fact, to
everybody's surprise (especially the Sheriff's) she had become the
Sheriff's “right hand man”!
Beverly was tall,
buxom, blond, and brash. Beautiful in a meaty, earthy, Amazonian
sort of way, she had a personality so forceful that arguably she
needed no gun to do her job. But that didn't stop her from carrying
one on each hip! Another memorable thing about Beverly was the way
she dressed. Woman's Deputy uniforms were rarer than female
deputies, so she dressed like a man. But underneath that outer layer
of apparent masculinity, Beverly was all woman! In fact, she loved
the secret joke of wearing frilly things under her male clothes.
Lesbians existed
even in the 1920's. From her brash personality and male clothing,
many at first pegged Beverly as one of “those” women. But then
she married Tom Birch, the town's banker. Soon it became apparent
that he was the luckiest man in town. Two years later, the man
remained totally smitten with her, his face frozen into the happily
dazed look of a sexually-satiated man. But the Sheriff's trained eye
noticed something else about Tom, sometimes he walked stiffly and sat
carefully. Sheriff Thompson become convinced that Tom was regularly
spanked by his wife, Deputy Birch.
The Sheriff was a
broad minded fellow. So whatever made Tom and Deputy Birch happy
suited him. But that gave him a germ of an idea...
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In 1920's rural
Texas, justice was still a simple concept. Many of the town's minor
offenders needed only a day or two in jail to set them straight.
Really serious criminality was rare in Independence, but those people
were shipped away to the state prison. Unfortunately, that left a
large middle ground of troublemakers and petty criminals.
Independence's primitive jail was no more than a short term holding
facility. So decades ago the town had developed a tradition known as
“Punishment Day”, wherein certain prisoners were paraded nude to
the town square at Friday noon for a public thrashing. Those
thrashed were overwhelmingly male, but the town didn't shrink from
equal treatment for female lawbreakers. Unsurprisingly, those
particular Punishment Days were particularly well attended by the
townsfolk!
Mr. Dickson had been
Sheriff for several years when he had first hired Beverly. Thrashing
prisoners was satisfying at first, but had gotten old for him. So as
Beverly blossomed into a real Deputy, he gradually began to think,
“Why not give her the job?”
Like any good
Sheriff, Dickson didn't ask Deputy Birch what she wanted to do; he
simply told her that from now on she would run Punishment Day. The
Sheriff would attend, would give a short talk first and would assist
as necessary, but Deputy Birch would do everything else. Being
punished by a woman would add new vistas of humiliation for most
prisoners, and perhaps serve as a useful deterrent.
As tough as Beverly
Birch was, she hadn't been able to conceal her pleasure!
So that's why it was
her job to prepare Hank and Clint for punishment.
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As promised, Deputy
Birch soon returned to check on the prisoners. Fortunately for them,
she found two naked prisoners and two piles of clothing.
“Excellent”, she
enthused, “Perhaps you guys know what's good for you.”
She rummaged through
their clothing, comparing the two belts and choosing the heaviest.
She swung it experimentally, “Yep! That'll do fine. I'll just
borrow this if you don't mind. We have straps, but there's something
special about thrashing a man with his own belt.”
In no position to
object, the men nodded morosely.
Then she spoke
seriously, “OK boys, let's get something straight. To be released
today, you must cooperate with your punishment. That means you will
come out of your cell, ring that bell nice and loud, and then march
with me to the square. Then you will willingly climb onto the stage
to take your punishment like a man. In return, you get to go without
handcuffs and leg shackles, plus you get released today.“
“However, if we
have to do it the hard way, you'll still get thrashed, but you'll
look like a baby in front of everybody. Plus you'll stay until at
least Monday. Worse case, if you're really troublesome, we'll keep
you for next Friday's Punishment Day too.”
She looked them both
deep in their eyes and then continued, “So boys, what's it gonna
be?”
Neither man sounded
happy, but both agreed to do it “the easy way”.
“OK”, she agreed
in a businesslike tone, “That's a smart choice. The next question
is, do you want your thrashing 'with' or 'without'. If you take a
warm-up paddling, you'll get a bit less belt punishment, but I’ll
still wear you out. As you've probably heard, a belt hurts like hell
on a fresh bottom. It's your choice though.”
Hank, the larger of
the two men, spoke up, “We've already decided ma-am. We'll take
your ass-tanning first.”
“That's smart,”
the lady Deputy replied, “Just don't expect to get off easy. We'll
restrain you for your thrashing, but I'll expect you to stay in
position for the first part.”
Hank spoke
respectfully, “Yes ma-am, we'll both do our best.”
“Well,” she
said, turning to leave, “Enjoy the rest of your morning boys. I'll
be back at about 11:30 to get you ready.”
“Err ma-am?”
Hank said hopefully, indicating the barred window in their cell, “You
don't have something to block this window do you? There's folks
looking in at us, but we're naked.”
“Hell no,” she
replied over her shoulder, “You know perfectly well that looking in
that window is how folks find out who's on today's Punishment Day
menu. If you find that embarrassing, then don't get your ass in
trouble.”
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So Hank and Clint
spent the morning naked and on display in their cell. Later, they
wouldn't be able to agree if the morning dragged because of the
protracted embarrassment, or flew by because they dreaded their
noontime punishment. Periodically, they saw faces in the window,
both male and female. Some folks taunted them, but they had been
strictly warned not to reply. Knowing that this would be a terrible
time to piss off Deputy Birch, they tried to ignore their audience.
However, the men saw
one female face that looked altogether too young to be peeking at
naked adults. As it so happened, Hank recognized the face. It was
his boss's daughter, in town on an errand.
Hank challenged her,
“Brenda is that you?”
She ducked her head,
but finally answered sheepishly, “Yea, I guess it is.”
“What are you
doing here?”
“Mama's at the
store buying supplies. She brought me to town with her.”
“That wasn't my
question and you know it! I mean what are you doing peeking at naked
men.
Does your mother
know you are here?”
“I didn't know it
would be you and Clint, honest I didn't.”
“You'd better get
lost, or I'll tell your father!”
The girl was quick
to answer, “OK, I'm going. And I'm sorry that you're in trouble
guys.”
They heard little
feet dashing away.
Shortly later,
Deputy Birch returned.
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The town's practice
of “Punishment Day” long predated Sheriff Dickson's tenure. Over
the decades, various “tweaks” were added to the procedure for
various reasons. It was the latest “tweak” that the Sheriff felt
particularly uncomfortable with, although he understood the logic
behind it. The Parson and the town's doctor had arrived together.
The Parson was uncomfortable that prisoners were paraded through town
nude, but he could live with that. What bothered him were the
erections displayed by a significant percentage of the prisoners,
which he thought entirely too salacious to allow.
“But an erection
is an involuntary reaction,” the Sheriff had explained patiently,
“I can't forbid them any more than I can tell men to stop
breathing.”
“True,” the
doctor agreed, “But there's a simple way to make erections
unlikely.” The doctor went on to explain another concern; an
aroused man may not feel pain normally. “In fact,” he explained,
“An aroused man might even receive gratification from his
'punishment', which obviously wouldn't be punishment at all.”
Their bottom line
was that the Sheriff should require each male prisoner to masturbate
just before his march to the town square. The Sheriff didn't like
that, but since the Doctor and the Parson happened to serve as the
town's Mayor and Vice Mayor, they couldn't be ignored.
So the Sheriff tried
that, but with only mixed success. It's virtually impossible to
force an unwilling or insufficiently motivated man to masturbate.
Even though he was
frustrated and out of ideas, the Sheriff had made one thing clear, “I
don't care what they pay me, I'll not massage any man's tallywacker
for him!”
That's when Deputy
Birch said the two words that forever endeared him to the Sheriff, “I
can”.
“But,” he
protested, “...but you're married! Tom wouldn't like that.”
Deputy Birch purred
her answer, “Just between you and me Sheriff, I love Tom to death,
and I'll never cheat on him. But Tom likes what I tell him to like,
and he hates what I tell him to hate. Do you get my drift?”
The Sheriff did
indeed get Beverly's drift. She was explaining that she was the boss
in her house. That didn't surprise Sheriff Dickson in the least!
So Deputy Birch was
given the job of preparing prisoners for their Punishment Day march
to the town square. That worked out so well that the Sheriff soon
increased her duties to include the actual punishment.
So that's why Deputy
Birch showed up outside Clint and Hank's cell just a few minutes
before they were scheduled to be punished.
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“OK men, it's
almost time to go. But first you need to empty those little popguns
of yours. Who's first?”
One at a time, she
took the men out of their cell and into the building's little
bathroom. The Sheriff never asked exactly what happened in there,
but he knew that it was as quick, chaste and as “professional” as
Beverly could make it. The only thing that the Sheriff knew for sure
was that the process involved a bottle of whale oil, which he
regularly replenished. Further, he knew that no prisoners had ever
complained!
Soon both men had
been properly “emptied”. Each prisoner left the bathroom with
glazed eyes and a strange smile.
Not surprisingly,
the remainder of the Punishment Day procedure was rather less
enjoyable for them.
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She led the two
naked men out the front door of the Sheriff's office. Hank was
carrying his leather belt and a small paddle. In front of the
Sheriff's office was the town's notice board and a tall pole with a
large dinner bell mounted at the top. That bell was used for
emergencies, to announce important notices, and to announce
Punishment Day. She made Clint pull on the bell rope until he was
out of breath! By then, they had attracted a small crowd.
The Sheriff stepped
outside and nodded his readiness.
“OK boys,”
Beverly commanded, “Follow the Sheriff!”
The Sheriff started
off towards the town square. Hank and Clint followed, and then
Beverly took up the rear of the procession. A gaggle of several
dozen townsfolk followed. A casual observer would have noted that
most of the followers ignored the prisoner's bare, tight, muscular
buttocks in favor of watching the play of Beverly's more luxurious
mounds, which strained the fabric of her male trousers.
Naturally the walk
was hell for the prisoners. Walking naked through town is no picnic,
especially when there's a public thrashing waiting at your
destination! The men were barefoot and the streets were unpaved.
Their feet kicked up dust, which adhered to some of their most
private places. Since horses were still common in town, they also
had to watch where they stepped. Some of the citizens razzed them,
but most just followed quietly, apparently enjoying the scenery.
Thankfully for the
prisoners, it was only two blocks to the town square. Once there,
Deputy Birch required them to literally set the stage for their own
punishments. The town square featured a sturdy outdoor stage.
Stored underneath it were several items of furniture. Deputy Birch
had Hank and Clint drag out two A-frame saddle racks and a sturdy old
chair. She supervised as the men hauled those items up to the stage.
They arranged them where she directed. Then she directed the men
where to stand, feet apart, hands on heads, leaving them well
displayed.
The Sheriff gave his
usual short “law and order” speech, detailed Hank and Clint's
offense, and then ceded the stage to Deputy Birch.
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Beverly wasted no
time. Paddle in hand, she adjusted the chair and then sat. “Hank,”
she said, “You're first.”
Bug-eyed, he walked
towards her, hands still on his head. Since this wasn't Hank's
first time as a “guest” at Punishment Day, he knew what to do.
On command, Hank
laid across Deputy Birch's commodious thighs, his pale and hairy
bottom pointed towards the crowd. His brain was in a sexual fog, yet
he still dreaded what was next. Beverly sweated in the Texas sun,
somehow enhancing her earthy sexiness. Hank was obsessed with
Beverly, but knew that this position put his penis as close to it's
desired target as it would ever get. Sometimes a man must settle for
what he can get!
Unfortunately for
him, Hank's irrational but well-hidden obsession with Beverly would
grant his bottom no immunity from the coming pain.
Businesslike as
always, Beverly expertly used her little hardwood paddle to redden
those places that soon would be visited by leather. Hank took it
well at first, but soon started squirming and gasping. Shortly
later, his gasps turned into sobbing pleas for mercy. Naturally,
Beverly ignored that request, as she would ignore all others that she
would hear before this Punishment Day ended.
She started out with
fairly mild spanks, but then gradually escalated their force as
Hank's bottom colored. By the time his bottom and thighs had turned
an even shade of bright pink, his tears were flowing. She finished
with a 30-second flurry of spanks that had him kicking frantically as
he howled and bawled.
There was no tender
aftercare! Beverly stood and then dragged the distraught man to his
feet. When he seemed steady, she released him to allow a few moments
of crowd-pleasing post-spanking dancing and butt-rubbing.
As Hank danced,
Beverly looked into the crowd. In his usual spot, she saw her
husband Tom looking up at her worshipfully. Their eyes met. Sexual
sparks flew between the two. Although Beverly was always a
passionate (if domineering) wife, this evening she would be like a
tigress in heat. Before supper they will already have torn the
clothes from each other.
Husband and wife
shared their moment of promise, and then Beverly's attention returned
to her job.
The Sheriff
delivered Clint, who was cringing and barely in control of himself.
Then he took charge of Hank, grabbing his arm and ending his antics.
Beverly pulled Clint
across her lap, reached down for the paddle, and then immediately
started work on his bottom. Unlike Hank, Clint had never been in
this situation before. So almost immediately there was trouble.
Beverly had plenty of strength to hold Clint down over her lap, but
Clint kept curling his legs over his bottom. Yes, Beverly could have
easily immobilized him by simply throwing a leg across his legs, but
that would cover certain lower regions that she intended to spank.
Three times she
warned Clint when he had interrupted his spanking by curling his
legs. Finally she paused. This was his first time at Punishment
Day, so she guessed that Clint wasn't doing it on purpose. She
decided to help him a bit.
She turned her head
to call Hank over. Hank was still a mess; teary-eyed, red-bottomed,
and snotty-nosed. Still, he obeyed. She had him kneel at Clint's
feet, his back to the crowd, and then firmly hold those errant feet.
Beverly resumed
Clint's spanking without further problems. As a sort of bonus, the
crowd received a closeup view of Hank's recently spanked bottom,
whilst Beverly roasted Clint’s bottom to a matching shade of bright
pink. Clint took his spanking badly and loudly, but he had no option
but to take it all.
She allowed Clint
up, and then it was his turn to entertain the audience with his own
version of a “dance and rub”. Soon after, Beverly firmly led him
to a saddle rack.
The Sheriff fastened
Hank to one saddle rack whilst Beverly did the same for the
still-bawling Clint. They didn't have fancy straps, so they used
bits of rope to tie the ankles and wrists of each man to the feet of
his a-frame style saddle rack. Two reddened, hairy, muscular bottoms
faced the crowd. Under each saddle rack, the upside-down face and
the dangling manhood of each prisoner were displayed to the
onlookers.
Without ceremony,
Deputy Birch picked up Hank's belt, folded it in half, carefully
gripped the buckle end, and then gauged it's length by slapping it
against her own upholstered thigh. Then she stood to Hank's left
side, took a careful stance, measured her swing carefully against his
bottom, raised her right arm high, and then let fly against the very
center of the target area.
Hank shrieked and
bucked.
At a measured pace,
Beverly added four more strokes, carefully spreading the strokes
around Hank's bottom. Each swat had similar results, Hank bucked and
shrieked each time. Then, using swats that were only slightly short
of full strength, she added five welts to his left thigh. Those
swats seemed to energize him even more!
Then Beverly walked
over to Clint, who already was begging and sobbing for mercy. Rather
than mercy, he received five horrid swats to his bottom, and then
five to his left thigh, the same as Hank.
Enthralled and
impressed, the audience watched quietly.
She switched the
belt to her left hand, and then ominously positioned herself to
Hank's right. With surprising expertise, she slowly laid ten
left-handed swats on Hank, five to his buttocks and five to his right
thigh. As before, Hank shrieked, bucked, and bawled.
And then it was
Clint's turn to receive the identical left-handed treatment.
Then she repeated
the left-right treatment to each man's buttocks, mercifully omitted
the thigh swats. Although the men clearly deserved no mercy, their
employer had put in a quiet word for them. It's not that he wanted
to save them pain, it's just that a big cattle drive was scheduled
soon, and he needed the men in the saddle by then. Cowboys who can't
ride horses are of little use!
The men were so worn
out by then that they barely reacted to those last few blows.
And so it was over.
The crowd dispersed as the Sheriff and Deputy untied two very sorry
prisoners. Sore or not, Beverly required Hank and Clint to clear the
furniture off the stage and stow it under the stage before she
marched them back to their cells. They were allowed to dress, (which
they accomplished very gingerly) and then were released.
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For the townsfolk,
today was just another Friday. Punishment Day, a cheap and simple
way to keep order, had long been part of the fabric of life in little
Independence. And as a bonus, it provided a bit of entertainment.
Truthfully, nobody gave it much thought these days.
For poor Clint,
Punishment Day did exactly what it was designed to do. He had
learned an enduring and painful lesson. Even when drunk, Clint would
forever be careful and law-abiding. If Clint had his way, Punishment
Day would never again feature his bare bottom.
For the rest of the
day Beverly struggled to concentrate on her official duties. As
usual, Punishment Day had left her aroused and squirmy. She just
wanted the day over so she could get naked with Tom.
Hank's situation was
far more complicated. He had a burning and persistent obsession with
Deputy Beverly Birch. Oh yes! He knew that he couldn’t have her.
So “staring” on Punishment Day was the closest he could get to
her. Today had been his third Punishment Day in two years. So
today's thrashing was unlikely to cure him, but hopefully it would
satisfy his obsession for a long while before he was compelled to
plot his next deliberate “crime”.
Honestly though,
Hank felt guilty. He hoped that his friend Clint would never figure
out how he had been used!
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