Allison's turn
Allison was escorted between two the guards. She had light brown hair and wore a white dress made of thin material. The bodice fitted tightly across her chest and the boys could see brownish nipples shine through the thin material. She looked so petite, with the guards towering above her on each side. A hush of expectation changed into cheering as she was led up the steps of the platform. Her face distorted with fear and embarrassment as she stood in front of the boys. When she was ordered to strip, tears rolled down her cheeks, but she obediently pulled her dress over her head. She wore nothing underneath it. She stood there immobile in a trance like state and did not even try to cover herself. The guards turned her around to let the boys see her good-looking buttocks. They were nicely rounded, unblemished and never touched by a cane.
Soon those beautiful curves would suffer the full force of the rattan. Pain would be relentlessly administered to them - more pain than she could endure. The boys stared at her perfect feminine figure with anticipation. Soon she would explode into exciting contortions!
The guards picked her up and put her on the bench. She was fastened in a different way. A rope was tied around her middle, just above her hips, and around the bench. This would prevent her ass from moving and the target would be easier to strike. Her hands and feet were attached loosely to the ends of the bench, enabling movement of her upper body and legs. She could thrash around as much as she wished, but the target area would be completely helpless!
One of the teachers explained the number of lashes that Allison was going to receive - one hundred. Most boys were familiar with receiving punishment themselves - six of the best or so - but 100 lashes - many boys were horrified that this would be happening to such a stunning girl.
However, some of the boys started chanting "hit her, hit her.."
The first guard let her examine the cane and struck the bench in front of her, barely missing her fingers. Her eyes opened wide with horror, but she did not utter a sound. He then tapped the cane a couple of times on her butt, to focus her attention on the spot where the pain would commence. The next moment she heard a loud whistling noise, as the cane sliced through the air and struck home with a loud thud. The muscles in her buttocks and back went into involuntary spasm. Intense pain shot like lightning through her body. But she only whimpered softly. The pain was still throbbing when the next lash hit her, bruising the same spot. Her body jerked up form the bench and for an instant the boys could see her well developed breasts and puffy brown nipples hanging down. They could also see a grimace of agony on her face, but she only uttered a soft "ouch" and flopped down on the bench. She hid her face between her arms and cried softly.
The next eight lashes came in rapid succession, preventing the pain from subsiding between strokes. Her muscles tightened with each cut and her ass cheeks clenched, but she only whimpered softly.
"She is quite tough and we will have to break her", said the guard. The other one nodded, and took up position on her other side. They both started striking her alternatively at a fast rate. They did not count. This fast action would continue until they were certain that no less than 100 had been given. Soon the girl's head turned up, her eyes stared in horror and with her mouth open round, a low wolf like howl grew louder and higher pitched - like a continuous a****l like cry. The guards were amused and liked this. They started hitting harder and faster and the blare became louder. They certainly did not stop or slacken for at least a hundred lashes.
At last they stopped and looked at her. Gradually her sweaty body stopped shuddering and howling. She lay sobbing. Blood trickled down her hips and on the bench.
One guard got a wicked leer on his face and said:
"One more time!".
Suddenly both guards flexed their strong arm muscles. With rapidity, cruel lashes landed on her injured parts. The girl's shrieks rose to heaven as another 20 ferocious lashes struck her naked bottom.
The boys cheered and whistled. And cheered.
"One more time?"
"Why not!" said the other guard.
Strong arms held canes high above their heads. With a rhythm of one-two, one-two, the cracks landed on the helpless girl. Once again her whole body sprang into action and writhed so much that the platform shook. The howling became somewhat hoarse, but nevertheless could be heard far away. Maybe she received more than 30 extra lashes this time - nobody counted!
Soon those beautiful curves would suffer the full force of the rattan. Pain would be relentlessly administered to them - more pain than she could endure. The boys stared at her perfect feminine figure with anticipation. Soon she would explode into exciting contortions!
The guards picked her up and put her on the bench. She was fastened in a different way. A rope was tied around her middle, just above her hips, and around the bench. This would prevent her ass from moving and the target would be easier to strike. Her hands and feet were attached loosely to the ends of the bench, enabling movement of her upper body and legs. She could thrash around as much as she wished, but the target area would be completely helpless!
One of the teachers explained the number of lashes that Allison was going to receive - one hundred. Most boys were familiar with receiving punishment themselves - six of the best or so - but 100 lashes - many boys were horrified that this would be happening to such a stunning girl.
However, some of the boys started chanting "hit her, hit her.."
The first guard let her examine the cane and struck the bench in front of her, barely missing her fingers. Her eyes opened wide with horror, but she did not utter a sound. He then tapped the cane a couple of times on her butt, to focus her attention on the spot where the pain would commence. The next moment she heard a loud whistling noise, as the cane sliced through the air and struck home with a loud thud. The muscles in her buttocks and back went into involuntary spasm. Intense pain shot like lightning through her body. But she only whimpered softly. The pain was still throbbing when the next lash hit her, bruising the same spot. Her body jerked up form the bench and for an instant the boys could see her well developed breasts and puffy brown nipples hanging down. They could also see a grimace of agony on her face, but she only uttered a soft "ouch" and flopped down on the bench. She hid her face between her arms and cried softly.
The next eight lashes came in rapid succession, preventing the pain from subsiding between strokes. Her muscles tightened with each cut and her ass cheeks clenched, but she only whimpered softly.
"She is quite tough and we will have to break her", said the guard. The other one nodded, and took up position on her other side. They both started striking her alternatively at a fast rate. They did not count. This fast action would continue until they were certain that no less than 100 had been given. Soon the girl's head turned up, her eyes stared in horror and with her mouth open round, a low wolf like howl grew louder and higher pitched - like a continuous a****l like cry. The guards were amused and liked this. They started hitting harder and faster and the blare became louder. They certainly did not stop or slacken for at least a hundred lashes.
At last they stopped and looked at her. Gradually her sweaty body stopped shuddering and howling. She lay sobbing. Blood trickled down her hips and on the bench.
One guard got a wicked leer on his face and said:
"One more time!".
Suddenly both guards flexed their strong arm muscles. With rapidity, cruel lashes landed on her injured parts. The girl's shrieks rose to heaven as another 20 ferocious lashes struck her naked bottom.
The boys cheered and whistled. And cheered.
"One more time?"
"Why not!" said the other guard.
Strong arms held canes high above their heads. With a rhythm of one-two, one-two, the cracks landed on the helpless girl. Once again her whole body sprang into action and writhed so much that the platform shook. The howling became somewhat hoarse, but nevertheless could be heard far away. Maybe she received more than 30 extra lashes this time - nobody counted!
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