Karen was taken by a policeman to a small windowless room. Linda was brought in to sit with her. Linda still thought she was going to be whipped and Karen quickly told her what had happened. Linda was relieved and then realized that her friend was sacrificing herself. She began to protest and started for the door to tell the truth.
Karen grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down into a chair. "Listen, we don't have much time. Do you remember I told you about my stepfather whipping me when I was a kid?" When Linda nodded Karen continued. "What I didn't tell you was that first of all I have a very high tolerance for pain. The second thing I never thought I would admit to anyone is that I enjoyed it every time he whipped me. I have fantasized about being whipped for years. I hope you don't think I am crazy, but I want this very much. Please just stay quiet and if anyone asks, I took the necklace."
They sat in silence for several minutes with Karen holding Linda's hands. They both were startled when the magistrate came into the room. "It is policy for me to inform the chief magistrate when a foreigner is to be punished. He will be here to review the case in a half hour. He said to schedule your whipping for 4 o'clock and he will be here."
After he left, the women began to talk and Linda asked about Karen's fantasy. Karen told her about her lifelong fascination with whippings and how she had always searched for main stream movies with women being whipped. She had found several over the years, mostly foreign, and had usually had the best sex with her husband after watching them.
At ten minutes before 4, a policeman led the women to a large courtyard behind the jail. Linda was taken to a raised gallery and was seated. In halting English he told Karen the magistrates would be there shortly. Karen walked over to Linda and asked her for a cigarette. She then walked to the center of the courtyard where two heavy posts were set in the ground. They were about ten feet apart and had another post crossing the top of them.
From the cross-member hung two ropes with loops at the ends. She knew this was where she would be tied and she felt her nipples harden and goosebumps raise on her body. She knew she really did want this and was excited.
The chief magistrate had arrived and he and his subordinate were standing at a window inside sipping brandy and watching Karen. He had witnessed many women being whipped but had never seen one of them so calm and accepting. Most of them had to be dragged crying and forcibly stripped and tied.
He noticed that Karen was a very attractive middle aged woman. He was ashamed of the fact that he enjoyed watching these whippings and was sexually aroused by them. His wife had passed away several years earlier and in his mid 50's he still had a strong sex drive. After watching these public punishments of women, he usually locked himself in his office and masturbated.
They stood and watched her standing by the whipping posts and calmly smoking her cigarette. When the two men came out and approached her she turned to face them. Two policemen stood ready to subdue and tie her but when the magistrate said, "It is time, " she began to unbutton her blouse. She fought her shaking hands as she removed her blouse and hung it over a nearby railing. She then hesitated and then reached back to unhook her bra.
The four men saw her breasts and each inhaled sharply. At 48, Karen's 34 C's had only a little sag. Her nipples, they saw, were hard and sticking out like little fingertips. Her nipples and aureoles were medium brown and her large areolas were wrinkled and puckered in her excitement. Karen's skin was smooth and she had only a small paunch at her midsection, a result of having her two children.
The two magistrates went to sit in the raised gallery with Linda who was sitting and staring at her friend in shock. Karen did not cover her breasts at all as she stepped under the ropes. She took a last deep hard drag on her cigarette thinking of doing the same thing many years earlier to get her stepfather to whip her. She dropped it to the ground and stepped on it and exhaling a long stream of white smoke into the air she reached to put her hands through the loops.
The two policemen stepped forward to tighten them, but she found that she had room to grasp the thick ropes and hang on to keep the strain off her wrists. One of the policemen put his hands on the waist of her skirt and pulled it down until it was riding low on her hips.
"You have been found guilty of theft. As punishment you will be whipped in public for a total of 200 lashes on your bare back. You will receive the first 25 lashes today and 25 more every two weeks until your debt is paid. Do you have anything to say?"
Karen said "No" much more loudly than she had planned. When he had read her sentence and said she was to be whipped, the mere words had made her pussy start to get wet. She could feel herself tingling with anticipation.
Her friend and the two magistrates watched in silence as one of the policemen took a long brown whip from a canvas bag. It was very hot in the courtyard and he removed his own shirt before approaching Karen. He walked around her once looking up and down her bared upper body. Part of public punishment was pain and part was humiliation and he had delivered many such treatments over the years.
Walking behind Karen he shook loose the whip and flicked it out on the ground. He stepped back and measured the distance and then brought his arm forward. Karen heard the whistle of the whip and heard a loud crack and felt her body jerk before she felt the pain. It was like a streak of fire burning across her shoulders. Just as she had wished many years before, she wanted to have a free hand to rub her pussy with.
