A Protester’s Strapping (M/F)

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A Protester’s Strapping (M/F)

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.