At : AM Francine was delivered to the offices of the Executioner. Francine was terrified. It was his job to execute the punishment ordered by the court and, like all others in the town, she felt uncomfortable in his presence even in normal situations. This was not a normal situation. Francine was dressed in the same clothes she wore the day before at her court appearance. They appeared more wrinkled and unkempt, but that didnt matter. She wouldnt have them on much longer.

It was wonderful! Deliciously naked female flesh presented for the viewing pleasure of every red-blooded male in the audience, and for the scorn of every female. Nature may have caused Francines breasts to sag slightly, but her raised arms helped to lift them right out, and the precise positioning caused them to jut out. Her large hard pink nipples seemed to just beg for touching. Her spread legs and shaved sex allowed the most intimate folds to be revealed in their glistening pinkness. And, what was that? Yes! Even the little clitoris could be seen making an

The crowds initial shock had turned to roaring laughter. A sea of amused faces, each seeking to catch her eye, swam before Francines tearful face. The laughter pounded in her ears. The Executioner lowered his camera and simply said "Clean her up boys. Its going to be a long day..." Jacob and William each brought two large buckets of water and sponges onto the stage and proceeded to wipe down Francine.

The Executioner licked his lips as he stared. "Now THIS is how you should be displayed! Wouldnt the townspeople love to see you exactly like this, in silk stockings and a garter belt! But the judge specifically said naked, so Im afraid those beautiful stockings and belt will have to come off." "Take those things off of her and lay her on the desk on her back for the shaving." he ordered. "Wha-wha-what?!" she protested. "Y-you cant mean...

Francine sobbed with shame. Her teeth chattered with the need to relieve herself. "PLEASE Mr. Palmer. PLEASE!!!" The crowd was buzzing and cheering. Girls were laughing. Boys were looking wistfully, poking each other in the ribs and pointing. Women were outraged. Men, for the most part, just licked their lips and stared at the spectacle before them. "No Francine. Not yet..." Francines bodily need was taking control of her.

Today has been one of the best days of my life! I was at the trial this afternoon. The courthouse was filled to a standing room only crowd and people who couldnt get in gathered by the open windows. Francine stood and faced the judge. Her eyes blinked rapidy to try to keep the tears away and she nervously clasped her hands together. She had just been found guilty of lewdness and immodesty. Just the mention of those words alone made her blush in shame.

This just couldnt be. No, it was impossible! This just couldnt 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! Francine halted and looked pitifully at The Executioner. "Mr. Palmer? Please, Mr. Palmer. I cant go up there right now. I...I have to..

Ill do anything you want. Anything! Please, dont submit me to this. Dont shame me. Oh God, dont let them see me like this!" "Of course not, Francine. Youre 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 thats left is for me to redden her ass, rub a little rouge on her nipples, and its off to

Francines teeth began to chatter and her knees shook. Her clitoris throbbed almost painfully, stiffening, poking out even further. The Executioner continued... "Everyones 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 its time we changed her position a bit.

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..." Once again Jacob and William pulled out the mop and bucket and began wiping down Francine and mopping the wooden stage.