In Front of the Whole Town, Part Three

(Conclusion)

(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/02/in-front-of-whole-town_6.html)

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Warden Maxwell didn’t believe in “warm-ups;” he spanked hard and fast right from the start. Nancy, whose experience with spanking was limited to a few playful birthday smacks over her clothes, was positively shocked at the sting of his hard hand on her bare behind. She had openly scoffed at the way Bobby had carried on when he was spanked, thinking him quite a baby. Now she quite understood why he’d behaved that way!

“Oh! Oh! OWW!!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! PLEASE!! AHH!!”

Warden Maxwell smiled in grim satisfaction at the squirming, squawking young woman on his lap. By the time he was finished with her, he was quite sure she’d never steal again.

Nancy had convinced herself that, as humiliating as an appearance before the whole town with her big bottom bared may be, she would definitely not give them the satisfaction of seeing her lose her composure. That had clearly been an illusion. Not only did she lack the ability to prevent the steady stream of increasingly hysterical noises from her mouth; as the heat in her tail inexorably rose, she soon found herself unable to control her limbs as well. Her legs kicked admirably of their own accord, and her arms resembled those of a swimmer, albeit a wildly uncontrolled one.

This was precisely the sort of display the assembled crowd had hoped to see, and no one in Nancy’s large audience was more appreciative than Bobby. He had felt thoroughly humiliated by Nancy’s open mockery of him when he’d thrashed wildly over Ms. Peabody’s lap; he was thoroughly delighted by this turn of events. Turnabout was fair play.

“Are we having fun yet, little girl?”  he called out loudly from the front row. His rhetorical question was met with a chorus of laughter that made Nancy’s upper cheeks burn even more brightly than those down below. Bobby had unknowingly timed his comment to coincide precisely with the moment when the searing burn in her bottom had driven concern about her dignity to the back burner, so to speak. Now the realization of the public show she was putting on came rushing into her consciousness and mingled with the unbearable sting in her tail. In supreme frustration, she kicked wildly and pounded the air with her fists, giving her admirers even more to enjoy. How would she ever be able to face these people again?!

The warden had soon peppered the girl’s entire bottom and upper thighs with searing spanks, and the entire area glowed red. He glanced at his assistant, and saw her tapping her watch with her finger. With two astonishing wallops to the center of Nancy’s red behind, he brought her  spanking to a close. She continued writhing and kicking on his lap, unaware that she was no longer being spanked. He held her firmly as she boo-hooed, her tears falling to the platform. Adding a second dose with the leather paddle after the five-minute hand spanking was Warden Maxwell’s prerogative, and he was not a cruel man. He felt that the girl had been properly chastised, and that allowing her to begin her hour-long penance on the platform now was appropriate.

“Up you get, young lady.”

Nancy hiccuped and sobbed as she stood shakily to her feet. She saw the satisfied expressions on the faces of the crowd through tear-filled eyes, and realized in that moment that she would never steal again as long as she lived. Her hands shot to her blazing backside and she leapt up and down, trying desperately to  rub away some of the sting. This served only to elicit chuckles from her admiring crowd. After a few moments, Warden Maxwell addressed her.

“Are you through stealing from the good people of Middleburg, young lady?”

“Oh, yes, Sir!” Nancy replied earnestly as she continued rubbing, earning some more laughter. During the coming weeks, Nancy would be on the receiving end of considerable good-natured teasing about how she’d carried on over the Warden’s lap, but people would not be cruel. In Middleburg, it was understood that once justice had been served, the offender was considered a member in good standing of the community again. The citizens also knew that, if they didn’t mind their Ps and Qs, it could just as easily be their blazing bare bottoms on display.

“Turn around, put your hands on your head and stand still,” Warden Maxwell commanded. Nancy whimpered, loath to stop rubbing and even less willing to display her well-chastised naked bottom to the crowd.

“Now, unless you require a dose of the paddle.”

That got Nancy’s attention. She couldn’t imagine her bottom absorbing any more punishment, especially not with a paddle. Her hands shot up to her head as she turned and stood motionless with her bright red bare behind on display. This brought a few appreciative whistles and comments about a such a well-punished young lady so well-endowed in the rear. Nancy’s face blazed bright-red with embarrassment at the commentary.

“Mr. Chamberlain,” the Warden addressed the storeowner in the front row, “are you satisfied that justice has been served?”

“Yes Warden Maxwell, I am. That fine behind is welcome back in my store any time.” More laughter followed Mr. Chamberlain’s witticism.

“Excellent. Miss Charles, your one-hour display period begins now.” Warden Maxwell set a timer and placed it on his chair.

And so began what was easily the longest hour of Nancy Ellen Charles’ life. It was against the law for anyone to take pictures or videos of people being publicly punished, so Nancy didn’t need to fear any digital reproductions of her humiliation showing up anywhere. It was more than enough to know that the entire town was free to feast their eyes on her big, swollen red backside for an hour!

The timer ticked out the endless seconds of her public penance. Nancy, her four cheeks perpetually blushing, was forever cured of her shoplifting problem.


[END]

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