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Flight into Trouble – Part Thirty-Nine

The story so far ……

Tazeline and Margie were receiving a public spanking in the town square. Tazeline was first to go over the magistrates knee for one hundred spanks on her bare bottom. But she had trouble keeping up with counting each spank out loud. Each time she miscounted, the spanking was started again from one. Also, when she protested loudly, she was warned that for every time she spoke out of turn – five more spanks would be added to the one hundred. Was she going to be able to keep her mouth shut long enough to avoid even more punishment?

Now read on ……

The magistrates hard hand sure beat out a rhythm on her bum. The crowd that had gathered in the market square to watch the spectacle of two pretty young English girls having their shapely bottoms turned from a pale creamy white to a deep cherry red, were not disappointed.

Poor Tazeline bit her lip so hard, in an effort to stop herself screaming, she could taste blood.

The one hundred spanks were divided into four batches of twenty five. However, as she kept miscounting, the first batch of twenty five spanks had to be started from scratch three times.

Lying over the magistrates knee, her head hanging downwards – her nose only inches from the concrete beneath the magistrates chair. She was helpless as her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. She wanted to struggle and sqirm about in an effort to escape the stinging spanks, but the hard concrete was too close for comfort.

Meanwhile, her legs kicked and scissored violently. In her distress, all modesty was abandoned and the watching crowd got a good view of her intimate parts.

And to her horror, she realised that her juices were flowing freely down her long slender legs.

The magistrate of course saw what was happening as her thighs were getting very wet, so she made the punishment even more embarrassing for Tazeline. She stopped the spanking and began to caress the tender cheeks spread out over her knee. The soothing strokes played havoc with Tazeline’s emotions. Now she was gyrating her hips in rhythm to the orgasm that was hovering ever closer to the surface. Then when the magistrate slipped her finger inside Tazeline’s sopping wet pussy, she climaxed.

The crowd cheered and laughed loudly at Tazeline’s impromptu orgasm.

When she had stopped shuddering and shaking, the magistrate gave her five minutes to compose herself – then the public spanking continued.

Margie was watching all that was going on and she began to tremble and whimper softly. Oh how she wished that she and Tazeline had never come to Berlin.

Tazeline had ten more spanks to endure and Margie knew her turn was getting close.

Then the magistrate announced that she was taking a coffee break of thirty minutes. Therefore she would deal with Margie after her break.

Poor Margie, her bottom cheeks were twitching uncontrollably in anticipation of what was to come.

After the coffee break was over, the magistrate seated herself in the big chair and hauled Tazeline over her knee for the final ten spanks on her already very sore bare bottom. Then with a final very hard spank – she pushed Tazeline off her knee. Tazeline landed on all fours. The flesh on her hands and knees was ripped to shreds as she hit the concrete.

The magistrate beckoned to Margie. Strong hands pushed the helpless girl forward and the magistrate unbuckled the leather belt from around Margie’s waist, her ‘Punishment Dress’ fell away from her revealing a bare bottom.

She lay over the magistrates knee. And the magistrate spoke loudly to her. What she said was a complete shock to Margie.

What was it she said to Margie?

To be continued ……

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Flight into Trouble – Part Thirty-Nine

The story so far ……

Tazeline and Margie were receiving a public spanking in the town square. Tazeline was first to go over the magistrates knee for one hundred spanks on her bare bottom. But she had trouble keeping up with counting each spank out loud. Each time she miscounted, the spanking was started again from one. Also, when she protested loudly, she was warned that for every time she spoke out of turn – five more spanks would be added to the one hundred. Was she going to be able to keep her mouth shut long enough to avoid even more punishment?

Now read on ……

The magistrates hard hand sure beat out a rhythm on her bum. The crowd that had gathered in the market square to watch the spectacle of two pretty young English girls having their shapely bottoms turned from a pale creamy white to a deep cherry red, were not disappointed.

Poor Tazeline bit her lip so hard, in an effort to stop herself screaming, she could taste blood.

The one hundred spanks were divided into four batches of twenty five. However, as she kept miscounting, the first batch of twenty five spanks had to be started from scratch three times.

Lying over the magistrates knee, her head hanging downwards – her nose only inches from the concrete beneath the magistrates chair. She was helpless as her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. She wanted to struggle and sqirm about in an effort to escape the stinging spanks, but the hard concrete was too close for comfort.

Meanwhile, her legs kicked and scissored violently. In her distress, all modesty was abandoned and the watching crowd got a good view of her intimate parts.

And to her horror, she realised that her juices were flowing freely down her long slender legs.

The magistrate of course saw what was happening as her thighs were getting very wet, so she made the punishment even more embarrassing for Tazeline. She stopped the spanking and began to caress the tender cheeks spread out over her knee. The soothing strokes played havoc with Tazeline’s emotions. Now she was gyrating her hips in rhythm to the orgasm that was hovering ever closer to the surface. Then when the magistrate slipped her finger inside Tazeline’s sopping wet pussy, she climaxed.

The crowd cheered and laughed loudly at Tazeline’s impromptu orgasm.

When she had stopped shuddering and shaking, the magistrate gave her five minutes to compose herself – then the public spanking continued.

Margie was watching all that was going on and she began to tremble and whimper softly. Oh how she wished that she and Tazeline had never come to Berlin.

Tazeline had ten more spanks to endure and Margie knew her turn was getting close.

Then the magistrate announced that she was taking a coffee break of thirty minutes. Therefore she would deal with Margie after her break.

Poor Margie, her bottom cheeks were twitching uncontrollably in anticipation of what was to come.

After the coffee break was over, the magistrate seated herself in the big chair and hauled Tazeline over her knee for the final ten spanks on her already very sore bare bottom. Then with a final very hard spank – she pushed Tazeline off her knee. Tazeline landed on all fours. The flesh on her hands and knees was ripped to shreds as she hit the concrete.

The magistrate beckoned to Margie. Strong hands pushed the helpless girl forward and the magistrate unbuckled the leather belt from around Margie’s waist, her ‘Punishment Dress’ fell away from her revealing a bare bottom.

She lay over the magistrates knee. And the magistrate spoke loudly to her. What she said was a complete shock to Margie.

What was it she said to Margie?

To be continued ……

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