A Protester's Strapping  (M/F)

By ndvpmn@comcast.net

This is an account of a story I heard from a young woman, named
Julie, who was part of a demonstration in a southern state.  A
company was putting in an oil pipeline that was going through a
natural wildlife area.  She thought that if there were a leak in
the pipeline, it would destroy a lot of the wildlife in the area.
 There were about 30 protesters, and about half of them were
women. Of course, the local sheriff came out and arrested the
protesters, and they were put into jail.  The women were split
from the men, and the women went through a strip search before
they were put into their jail cells.  Julie was embarrassed
enough but the strip search, but she really wasn't expecting what
would happen next.

The jail cells were set up in a way that you could not see into
the cell across from you, but you could hear everything that was
happening in the other cells. It was a really hot day in the
middle of summer, and there was little or no air conditioning. 
So that night, Julie slept only in her bra and panties.
Everything seemed quiet until about five o'clock in the morning.
She could hear a jail cell open, then after about five minutes,
ten screams spaced apart.  Julie could hear the sounds get closer
and closer to her cell, and then she saw three men.  Two men
carried in a wooden horse with handles on either side, and then
they left her cell.  Then the third man entered her cell, and
locked the cell door behind him.    The wooden horse was about
two and a half feet tall, and it had padding on the top.  There
were metal handles on one side of it.  The man carried in with
him a strap in his hand, which was about two inches wide.

"The sheriff has ordered me to give each of you ten strokes of
the strap on your bare bottom," the man said.  "Then you will be
released around noon, today.  So take off your panties."

Julie was shocked about what the man had told her, and hesitated
in taking off her panties.  "If you don't take off your panties,
I will ask those two other men to come back inside of here again,
and then they will take off both of your bra and panties."  So
Julie cautiously took off her panties.  "Bend over the wooden
horse and grab the handles on the other side.  Be sure and spread
your legs so that your feet are on each side of the legs of the
horse."  Julie didn't want to get the man upset with her, so she
went over to the horse and bent over it.  With her legs apart
like this, this made her bottom obscenely protrude outward, and
she was sure that he could clearly see her sex.  This made it so
that her bottom and her most tender parts would be exposed for
the strap.

"As I said before, you are to receive ten strokes of the strap. 
Your punishment will be over a lot quicker if you stay in
position."  Then after a few seconds, but what seemed like an
eternity to Julie, the first stroke crashed down on her
unprotected bare bottom.  It hurt her so much that she let out a
scream and stood up.  The man just stood there and watched her
and said, "Please bend over the horse again, so that I can
administer your next stroke." Julie really didn't want to, but
slowly bent over the horse again  She wasn't sure that she could
endure nine more strokes of the strap.  "Stick your bottom out,
so that I have a good target to hit."  Then the next stroke hit
her poor bottom, again.  She screamed, but this time held tightly
on the handles, and stayed in position.

"It's good you stayed in place, it makes your punishment go a lot
quicker," the man said.  Then the next stokes hit her hurting
bottom.  If she raised up, he always waited for her to get back
into position, before delivering the next stroke.  By the time
she had received her last stroke, she was crying, and her poor
bottom had ten red welts across it.  The two other men came into
her cell again, and they took the wooden horse to the next cell.
Julie lay on her tummy on the cell bed, and didn't put her
panties back on over her red and swollen bottom.

At about noon, all of the protesters were finally released from
the jail. Julie compared experiences with her other women
protesters, and found out that each of them had received ten
strokes of the strap on their bare bottoms.  She never wanted to
protest in this small town, again.



