It took only a few minutes for the party to assemble in the conference room. Joining the four Americans were Chief Prosecutor Mela, a middle-aged man, rather tall for a Trabbian, his assistant Baran, Detective Puno and Sata. The table had been turned on its side and stuck in a corner and some mats laid on the floor. The Trabbian officials sat on chairs, the four American women standing facing them.
Mela took charge of the proceedings. "I am glad that you agreed to accept my offer. It was very wise of you. I think we can all have a good time, don't you?" The prisoners did not react.
"Let's try this again," he continued. "You willingly agreed to this arrangement, did you not?" Sata indicated that they had. "So, you must fulfill your part and show us that you truly appreciate the kindness we have shown in allowing you to escape with a much reduced punishment. Otherwise, we can make sure you suffer the maximum. So, can we all have a good time?"
The women all said yes, feigning as much enthusiasm as they could.
"OK, so don't be shy, ladies. Let's remove your clothes. But don't just take them off, try and do a nice strip tease." Priya had never done such a thing or even imagined it, so she just stood there with a blank expression on her face. From their puzzled looks, her classmates were in a similar situation.
But, Susan seemed to have some experience in the arts of exotic dancing. She took off her sandals and then began gyrating her hips and torso. After a moment, the professor slowly began lifting her shirt, easing it over her head then drawing it across the faces of the three male officers, before throwing it behind her.
Continuing her sinuous dance, Susan removed her bathing suit top, depositing it on the floor as well. Priya felt an ache in her pussy at the erotic sight of her teacher's luscious, jiggling breasts. From the bulges in the trousers of the three cops, they found the spectacle arousing too.
"Very nice, professor," Mela enthused, "but I think we need a closer look. Come over here". Susan continued her dance as she sidled up to stand in front of the senior officer. Mela reached out his hands and ran them over Susan's tits, paying particular attention to her prominent nipples. Priya wished she were fondling her professor's boobs instead.
"I am quite impressed, Susan, at how firm your body appears to be for a woman of your age," Mela announced. "Let's see the rest." He placed one hand on Susan's hip and with the other undid the button on the waist of her shorts. He slowly slid them down her gyrating hips and Dr. Gelden stepped out of them, leaving her clad only in her bathing suit bottom.
"Now, take the bottom down, nice and slowly," the prosecutor ordered. Susan reached her hand up to the waistband and slowly lowered the cloth, continuing to wiggle her hips the whole time. Priya found she could barely breathe at the sight of her beloved teacher's nude body.
Mela ran his hands over Susan's hips and mound, rubbing gently on her labia. Susan gasped as he inserted a finger into her slit.
"Well, professor, you indeed have a remarkably beautiful body, especially for a woman your age. Come and sit on my lap and let us see if your students can match your excellent performance."
Susan sat gingerly on Mela's lap. He placed one hand on her breasts and the other on her pussy. The prosecutor looked at Priya and her classmates. "Who will go next?" he asked. They looked at each other. "This isn't optional unless you want 18 strokes each, he warned." They stood frozen in place. "Alright, I will decide then." He looked at Priya. "Let's see the Indian girl."
Priya felt a lump in her throat. How could she do a striptease like Susan? But it was clear she had no choice. She tried her best to approximate what Susan had done, even though she knew she was only doing a poor imitation. Nevertheless, it seemed to work. Once she was topless, Baran, the deputy prosecutor, summoned her over and began playing with her breasts. As ashamed as she was at being pawed in public, Priya found that it felt rather good. In fact, when he gently rubbed her nipples, she found it quite arousing. Soon, she had shed her lower garments and stood naked in front of the Trabbian man. She even managed to smile at him.
"Now, come be friendly, honey and sit on my lap", he ordered her. What choice did she have? Priya sat down, completely naked, on the lap of the Trabbian prosecutor. His hands wandered from her breasts down to her crotch, stroking her labia and clitoris gently, then Priya felt his middle finger entering her cunt.
After a moment, Baran reached up with his other hand and pulled her face toward him and began kissing her on the mouth. Priya felt she had no choice but to open her mouth and respond. Despite herself, as they kissed and as Baran moved his finger in and out of her vagina, Priya found herself becoming very aroused. From the bulge she could feel against her buttocks, so was Baran.
After a few minutes, just as Priya was getting more aroused, Baran broke off the kiss. "It's really a shame such nice girls had to do such naughty things in our country. I am afraid that since they are getting off with only a limited number of cane strokes, they may not get enough of a message. Perhaps we ought to give them a bit more punishment here."
"Excellent idea, my dear colleague!" exclaimed his boss, Mela. I see our friend Puno has a very sturdy police-issue belt. I think we ought to give them each a few swats just as a taste of what they have waiting."
"Excuse me, Sata, I thought we were agreeing to sex, not to any additional strokes. Can they do that?" Susan protested.
"No, your agreement does not preclude any corporal punishment," the lawyer replied. "Don't worry, though, they will not want to mark you so that you would be unfit for the caning you will be sentenced to. Right, Mela?"
"Indeed counselor," Mela replied. "This will be a light spanking with no marking, only for some fun, right, detective?" Puno nodded his agreement. "First, you two must be naked like your friends," Mela announced, indicating Jennifer and Sarah.
"You can dispense with the striptease; just get your clothes off. Come on now, you will be naked for your flogging so there is no need to be shy. Let's go," the Trabbian ordered. Reluctantly, the two students complied.
When Jen and Sarah were naked, Baran instructed the four women to stand in a row about a foot and a half in front of the table that was lying on its side. Once they were in place he ordered them to bend over and grip the edge of the table. The result was that the students and their professor were bent over in a position similar to the one they would be adopting when they were caned officially, though they were not restrained. Priya was on one end and Sarah was on the other, with Susan next to Priya and Jennifer next to Sarah.
Priya was terrified. Her parents were very strict, but, even when she was a little girl, they had never hit her, using time outs and denying candy when she had misbehaved, which, frankly, was infrequently. Now she was going to be beaten with a belt by this powerful-looking policeman. Of course, that was only a warm-up for the caning she would get later, but still, she had not prepared herself. For some reason, however, the fact that Susan was standing next to her gave Priya a bit of comfort.
Puno took his belt off and took his position behind the women. The other Trabbians stood on the side, taking in the view of the four attractive buttocks presented to them. Puno told them he would give them each six whacks and that they had to keep their hands on the table.
Then, he swung the belt back and whipped it forward onto Priya's ass. She heard the loud slap and felt a terrible stinging followed by a flush of heat flooding over the skin of her butt. Priya gripped the table hard and lifted one foot, then the other, as the pain crested, and then slowly ebbed.
Meanwhile, she heard the impact of the belt on Susan's ass and saw the pain flash across her professor's face. Priya heard the belt strike her two classmates as the detective moved down the line. Then she saw him move back to her end.
When Puno hit Sarah for the second time, the young student shot up, her hands clutching her burning butt, a stream of swear words coming out of her mouth. "Get back down young lady, right now!" Mela ordered.
Sarah glanced at Sata, hoping for some support. But, the lawyer couldn't help her. "I'm afraid you must do as he says," she told Sarah, who swore under her breath but complied.
When the belt hit Priya for the third time, she found the fire in her ass spreading towards the front of her mid regions. 'My God!' she thought to herself, 'I am getting turned on by this. That's disgusting!' She shifted uncomfortably and wished she had something to rub her slit against.
It was obvious from the yelps that her classmates and professor were suffering as well. Priya wondered if they were also getting turned on the way she was.
The fourth lash brought tears to Priya's eyes as the sting built upon the previous ones. She looked over at Susan and saw tears running down her cheeks. God, she wished they could comfort each other. When the belt hit her for the fifth time, Priya couldn't hold back a yelp. She stamped her feet up and down in the hopes that would provide some relief, but it didn't help much.
Finally, once the detective had given each of the women six hard swats, he told the women they could stand up. All four of their asses were crimson, and each of them gingerly ran their hands over their hindquarters feeling the heat and trying to soothe the burning. But Priya didn't just feel heat in her rear, she felt a deep flush in her labia and inside her vagina, an aching for satisfaction. She wondered if the other women were feeling the same. Since women don't have the same obvious signs of arousal as men, it was hard to tell, but when Priya inhaled, it seemed that pheromones were in the air.
Mela called a break in the proceedings so that the women could recover some composure. Sata got up from her chair and went over to her clients, giving each of them a bottle of water and putting her arm around each of them in turn. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" she asked them. Even though Sata was fully dressed, and only touched Priya's bare shoulder, the contact sent a pulse through Priya's loins.
"It hurt like hell," Jennifer informed her.
