BUSTED! Ch. 05

On Friday morning Carole was a wreck when Mark showed up for her morning ablutions.

Highly aware that her pussy was leaking steady streams out of both sides of her belt from the mix of fear, arousal, embarrassment, humiliation, and excitement that made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of sensation.

Meeting him at the door she dropped to her knees and clutched his legs, sobbing, "Please Sir... I can't do this..."

Gently patting her head he assured her, "Yes. Yes, you can. You can and you will."

"But everyone will see... they'll see how turned on I am. They'll think I-I'm... a... a slut."

"And what's wrong with that? I'm a slut and I don't give a damn who knows it."

"But they'll think I'm a pervert..."

"Like me?"

"And I'm always horny..."

"So, just like me."

By then, just as he had intended, they were both laughing and Carole's fears had greatly receded.

"So what are we?" he asked.

Giggling, she answered, "We're slutty, horny, perverts!"

"And?"

"And we don't give a damn who knows it!" she laughed, feeling much, much better.

Helping her to her feet Mark led her into the bathroom where he proceeded to unlock the belt and used several wads of toilet paper and two sanitary wipes to clean the belt and her inner thighs.

She resisted the powerful urge to try and push against his hands. It hadn't worked in the past and certainly wouldn't now. All she wanted was to make her... her Master, she decided, proud.

They headed into her bedroom where she began opening drawers and rifling through her closet, trying to figure out what to wear.

What does one wear to her first public whipping?

"Any suggestions?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter what you wear there since prisoners are always punished in the nude. But you might want to pick something that will be soft on your skin afterwards."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense." Looking in the back of her closet she found a silk robe she'd bought in Thailand and never much worn. It was a deep red color, 'just right for a notorious scarlet woman' she thought. It reached to just above her knees and had just a sash to close it.

Slipping it on, she asked, "How's it looks, Sir?"

Mark thought about mentioning how well it might hide any potential blood stains but decided she was already scared enough and just said, "Perfect."

Carole turned and placed her wrists together at her back. She knew it was standard procedure for her being transported in his patrol car but it was more than that.

When she was cuffed and in Mark's control, she felt safe and secure. It was thrilling sexually for sure but it was also thrilling emotionally.

She knew it was a temporary reprieve from what was going to happen in less than two hours, but she was happy to have it.

Mark drove into the underground parking garage where the burly matron who'd done Carole's strip search was waiting with two other cuffed prisoners, a man and a woman.

"I'll be there, don't worry. And I'll be right here to pick you up at the end of the day when you're released."

The sight of the cruel matron almost brought her to tears but she wanted to be strong for Mark so she fought them back.

"Name?" the burly woman asked, then checking off her name and telling her to stand beside the first two. The woman looked to be in her 40s. She was noticeably trembling and if Carole had had her hands free she'd have hugged her. She had chosen to wear snug fitting gym workout clothes, items, Carole thought she'd probably regret later.

The man looked a couple of years older than Carole at most and looked like a typical gym rat. He had a decent physique but he too had chosen the wrong clothes to wear after a thorough whipping.

The next two arrived together. Obviously a couple in their late teens. Carole guessed correctly that they'd been caught fucking somewhere in public.

The last to arrive, in a black Mercedes limo driven by her boss, was the statuesque Raven. She too had chosen something that wouldn't irritate freshly striped skin- a light silk blouse reaching to the top of her thighs that seemed to dance when she walked. It buttoned up the front but she'd left the bottom two undone. She was the only one not cuffed and noticing this turned around and presented her wrists to the matron.

She knew immediately which one was Carole, though she hadn't yet learned her name. She moved over and stood next to her.

The matron checked her clipboard once and then addressed them. "I'll be taking you to the dressing area. It's co-ed but since you're all about to be put out in public anyway, that really doesn't matter. Once there I will remove your handcuffs one by one and you can place your clothing into one of the cubbies.

"You were all told to bring nothing of value. I hope you all did so."

The group all nodded in response.

Walking over to Raven she took her by the elbow and told the group, "Stay together. Follow us."

It was a short walk to the converted room that had probably been a storage room. Some wooden cubby holes had been placed against the walls and were all open to the room.

"I'll lock the room when we leave so your clothes will all be here at the end of the day."

Raven was first and when her cuffs were removed she undid the 4 remaining buttons of her blouse and slid the silky fabric off of her shoulders. She did it with the grace of the dancer she once had been and the rest of the group saw her chastity belt for the first time.

The young couple started to whisper about it before receiving a sharp reprimand from the matron and shutting up.

She hung the blouse on a hook in the first space and then turned around to be re-cuffed and have her ankles shackled as well.

"Do you see, ladies and gentlemen? That's how I expect it to go with the rest of you. Nice and easy, no backtalk, no resistance."

Carole went next and she was happy to see how Raven had done it. It somehow gave her confidence and after one of her wrists was freed, slipped off her silk robe, hung it up, offered her wrists, and once cuffed, stood next to Raven.

The next person was the young woman who'd been busted with her boyfriend. She was in a daze and let the matron turn her to remove one of the cuffs. When it came time to join the first two in their nudity she looked terrified and though she put her shaking hands on the hem of her loose top, couldn't seem to get them to move.

Her boyfriend Cade, trying to encourage her, told her, "It's okay Joni. You can do it."

The matron glared at him but didn't want to have to use force so she let it slide.

Raven and Carole joined in with similar words and taking a deep breath, she yanked the top off over her head. The nipples of her A-cup breasts were already stiff, whether from arousal or fear you couldn't tell. With another deep breath her short skirt and plain white panties followed and were folded with her other clothes and placed in the next cubby.

After she joined them, Raven and Carole smiled and complimented her on her courage.

While her boyfriend was following suit, noticing that the matron seemed to have become less concerned about their talking, Raven whispered, "You must be Mark's friend."

Stunned, Carole looked at her trying to figure out how she knew.

Pointing at her belt and then Carole's she explained with a gentle laugh, "We have the same couturier."

"I probably shouldn't tell you this but he didn't tell me it was a secret..."

Carole looked up at her with a curious expression.

"But he's really into you. And I think that makes you a very lucky girl."

Carole's heart swelled and she was filled with a joy that pushed away all thoughts of her impending punishment. She wanted to cry with happiness but even though her eyes watered, she kept it in.

"And I think he's a very lucky man. You're a delectable little morsel."

Now she blushed with her whole naked body. Here was a statuesque woman who could easily have been a model complimenting her! She knew she was attractive but like everyone else, when she looked in a mirror she saw the things she would change.

She was dying to ask this beauty a hundred questions but a stern look from the matron stopped her.

The other woman undressed with no shyness. She was 44 and very comfortable in her skin. She ate well, got exercise, and took care of her body and it showed.

The gym rat seemed eager to join the group in their nudity and quickly stripped.

"When we go outside, I will lead you as a group to the poles that have been set up for your punishments. Be careful to take short steps. Those ankle chains take some getting used to. The stations have all been cleaned and the wood waxed to prevent chaffing. All your poles are already preselected, I have no say in it."

For the first time, for all of them, it suddenly became very real. They were about to be led out into public naked and hobbled by ankle chains, shackled to a pole, and whipped.

The group stepped out into the light and was met with a thunderous applause, whoops, and various vulgar words of address.

At the first pole she guided the woman in her forties to stand facing the pole and a hooded man removed her handcuffs and attached her by her wrists to two steel shackles that hung from the top of the pole. He pushed a lever at the back of the pole and she was raised to tiptoe.

The matron looked at her clipboard and read aloud, "Marta Williams, you have been found guilty of providing alcoholic beverages to a minor, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and disturbing the peace. The court has sentenced you to three sessions of 10 lashes over the next three weeks."

Marta had thought letting her 18 year-old son drink at home rather than out with his pals would be a good idea. And it probably would have been if he hadn't tried to drive away in her car and smashed into a tree at the foot of her driveway. If her son had actually made it the street he would probably be going to be attached to one of the other poles. She was happy to take the punishment for both of them.

At the next pole, young Cade's lithe, smooth-skinned body was quickly put in place and the matron read the charges, "Cade Johnson, you have been found guilty of having sex in a public place and indecent exposure. You are to receive ten lashes today and ten more seven days from today."

His girlfriend went to the next pole, something neither really wanted. They had no interest in seeing their loved one suffer but that was probably why they'd been placed next to each other.

"Joni Lopez, you have been found guilty of having sex in a public place and indecent exposure. You are to receive ten lashes today and ten more seven days from today."

Cade looked at her fair-skinned body as she was stretched up on her toes and felt a swelling. He tried to distract himself but the body of an 18 year-old is not easily controlled and soon his erect penis was pressed against the pole. He blushed and hoped Joni wouldn't notice but he could see she clearly did when she smiled, licked her pretty pink lips, and winked.

The muscular gym guy was next up. He tried to appear tough but as soon as the manacles were locked around his wrists, he kind of lost it. His shoulders started shaking and he tugged hard against his restraints before crying out between deep sobs, "No! This isn't fair! I didn't mean to punch that cop!"

"Thomas Brennan, you have been found guilty of aggravated assault on a police officer while in performance of their duty. You are to receive one hundred lashes. Fifty today and twenty-five in each of two sessions over the next 14 days."

The severity of his sentence kind of hushed the crowd and murmurs could be heard as the realization passed through the crowd. This was an extremely rare and very harsh sentence.

The other prisoners, who had been watching each other go through the procedure all avoided looking in his direction.

Raven was next and went through the process with her usual grace and elan. Her beautiful body drew lots of remarks from the crowd but if she heard any of them, she was not bothered.

Her labia glistened in the sunlight as she surrendered to the moment.

Her charges were read out, "Raven Channing, you have been found guilty of solicitation and prostitution. You have been sentenced to twenty lashes. At your request, they will all be administered today. Is that right? In addition, you will be required to wear that belt for 30 days. It will be electronically tracked and monitored."

"Yes, Ma'am," she answered a little throatily.

Carole was surprised at that. She couldn't imagine why the woman would want them all at once. As it was, even whippings spaced out by a week was terrible enough. But Raven knew she'd need the extra time for her stripes and wounds to heal before her photo shoot and she had no other option.

Inspired by Raven's example, Carole took her position quietly, standing on her tiptoes and smiling back at her new friend.

"Carole Collins, you have been found guilty of driving while distracted, failure to observe a Stop sign, and indecent exposure. You have been sentence to receive 10 lashes today and 20 in one week's time."

Raven seemed to be silently sending her a message of support with her expressions and nodded her head in the direction of the crowd.

Carole turn to follow her gaze and saw Mark Wilcox standing as close to her pole as he could get. He wasn't wearing his uniform, just a plain white shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots.

But for Carole he was a Prince come to take away the damsel in distress and carry her off on horseback to his castle.

Well, not really. In her imagination she pictured the pole as being in a room somewhere and Mark standing behind her holding a whip, and whispering, "Carole. I warned you about breaking the rules and you chose not to.

I have no choice but to punish you."