Severe Spanking Stories - Corporal Punishment And Discipline

CHEEKY VIDEO SEVERE SPANKING STORIES - STORY TITLE: CORPORAL DISCIPLINE

I was dragged across the prison yard, my legs and feet lagging behind my filthy body. When my vision cleared, I saw two posts standing in the middle of the yard. Manacles hung from the top of each. Their purpose was quite clear.

I was led over to between the posts where my arms were lifted over my head and the manacles snapped about my wrists. Then my legs were spread apart and additional shackles were placed around my ankles, leaving me suspended in the shape of an "X". A bucket of water was thrown on me, washing much of the scum off that covered my body.

In a few minutes the matron entered the courtyard, followed by what appeared to be the entire prison population. Both men and women prisoners filed into the yard and formed a circle around me standing meekly as their eyes sought to avoid my body. From the rear of the group stepped one of the guards who had assaulted me the night before. Stripped to the waist he held an eight thonged whip in his hand.

The matron stepped to the center of the yard, standing just a few feet in front of me. Staring at me with malevolent eyes, she announced my punishment to the crowd.

"Disobedience will not be permitted in this prison. Punishment will be severe and swift! Guard, thirty lashes for this insubordinate prisoner!"

I cried out in dismay as I heard the sentence. Surely, I would never live through thirty lashes of that whip! I struggled but it was useless. I watched as the guard took up a position to my left and slightly behind me. Terrified, I braced myself for the first stroke.

WHAP! "Unnnhhhh!" The wind left my lungs as my body surged forward from the force of the whip. A raging fire started in the small of my back and quickly spread all over me.
SCHAAPP! "Ooooohhhh!" My mind was a bedlam of emotions as I fought against the pain that consumed me.
WHOPPPP! "AARRRRGGGGHHHH!" My scream pierced the courtyard silence as my body gyrated under the pain of the lash. I was shaking my head violently in a futile attempt to dispel the agony.

My arms felt as if they were coming loose from my shoulders as my body jerked and heaved under the whip. Sweat poured from my body and mixed with the welts raised by the lash served to increase the agony of my wounds. I was certain that the flesh had been peeled from my back as the guard paused for a moment. I must think! How many strokes have I received? Only five? Oh, my God!

"Please," I whispered. "Forgive me! Please, don’t hurt me anymore!" My appeal was wasted as the guard lowered the whip into a bucket of water and allowed the leather thongs to soak. The wet leather would be even more effective as he proceeded.

The next ten strokes covered me from shoulder to thigh and left me hanging limply, my head resting on my chest and my hair hanging down in my face. No longer able to scream, I simply moaned with each stroke of the whip as it cut into my flesh. As the guard paused to rest for a moment, I heard the matron announce that half my sentence had been carried out. At that point I was certain I would die before they finished the next fifteen.

My belief was reinforced as I watched the guard take up a position in front of me, holding the dripping whip as he eyed the front of my body. It seemed like the world stopped as I watched him dragged the lash across my stomach.
WHHAAAAPP!
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
SLAAAAPPP!!
"OOOOAAAAHHHH!!!"
"UUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!"
"YEEEEIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

The last stroke had crossed my tits, leaving a vivid red welt across the tender flesh. My body was jerking so hard it threatened to tear my arms from my body. I was consumed with pain. Even my brain was afire with torment. I couldn’t escape the whip as it tore into my flesh, rendering me a blubbering, screaming prisoner. On the twenty-fifth stroke I lost complete control of my body and both urine and excrement flowed down my legs. The last five strokes were delivered while I was unconscious.

When I came to, the courtyard was empty. I hung limply, my arms screaming in anguish and my body afire from the whip. It was late afternoon and the sun was disappearing over the top of the prison walls. I glanced down at my body and was surprised to find that, despite the abundance of livid red welts and wields, I was uncut. Amazingly, my nipples were hard as rocks and my tits were swollen to half again their normal size. I shuddered in the suddenly chill air and straightened my legs so as to relieve some of the stress on my arms.

I waited for someone to come and release me but no one did. Darkness fell and still I hung alone between the two posts. The chill night air caused me to shudder. I was hungry, thirsty and sore, so I cried out in desperation.

"Help me! Someone! Please let me down! Minutes turned to hours and still no one came to my aid. The full moon illuminated the yard and heightened my sense of loneliness and despair. Barely twenty-four hours imprisonment and my life had become a living hell!

I must have slept off and on even in the uncomfortable position I was held. I kept waking up, freezing as the night breeze brushed against my naked body. No one came to me during the night and by daylight I was almost out of my mind. As the sun came up over the top of the prison walls, the matron appeared with a bucket of water and a ladle. Filling the ladle with water, she held it up to my lips. I drank it eagerly, ignoring the brackishness. To me it tasted like the elixir of life! Again she filled the ladle and again I drank it dry.

When she turned to leave, I cried out. "Wait! Please, matron! Please, let me down!" She turned and stared at me. "You are to be left there today as an example to the other prisoners." As I tried to plead with her, she turned and walked back into the prison.

Towards dusk two of the guards grabbed me by my arms and dragged me back inside the prison. Half dragging, half carrying, I was taken into a man’s shower. Still covered with sweat and dirt from the courtyard, I was thrust under one of the showers and cold water drenched me until I sat shivering before my antagonists. One of the guards fastened handcuffs around my wrists and looped them over one of the shower handles. I watched in panic as the six men began to strip. When all of them had disrobed, two grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide apart.

I struggled against their efforts, but it was useless. One began to squeeze and pinch my tits while another ran his hand between my thighs and thrust his finger into my pussy. I moaned in despair as hands groped my body mercilessly.

Then one took his place between my legs; his huge cock engorged with blood as he smiled leeringly at me. Grasping my buttocks with his hands, he lifted me slightly off of the floor while at the same time lowering himself until his cock was poised at the entrance to my pussy. With one powerful thrust, he entered me. I felt as if I was being torn apart as his cock spread my dry tissue without pity. I screamed loudly, only to receive a slap across the face from one of the other guards that almost rendered me unconscious. It was like a red-hot poker drilling me as the guard thrust in and out. To keep me from screaming, one of the men stuffed a filthy rag in my mouth. All I could do was moan while the guard plundered my sex. After what seemed an eternity, I felt his body stiffen and a low moan came from his lips. His semen spilled into me for what seemed forever. Breathing heavily, he withdrew and stood up.

My respite was brief, however, as another guard took his place and quickly thrust his cock into my now dripping pussy. The pain was much less but nevertheless agonizing as he slammed into me unmercifully. I closed my eyes as if to shut out the utter humiliation and degradation forced upon me. The other guards continued to squeeze and pinch my tits until they ached. The only sound I could hear above my moans was the belly of the guard slapping me as he thrust in and out.

When I felt him finish, I steeled myself for the next man. To my surprise and horror, I felt my body being turned over and hands on my buttocks, spreading them apart. I screamed in protest but to no avail. I felt the tip of a cock against my anus just seconds before all the agony in the world descended upon me. Never had I felt such torture! The guard slammed into me ruthlessly, tearing the tender flesh of my bowels until I fainted.

Something revived me and I felt the dirty rag being removed from my mouth. In its place one of the guards inserted his filthy cock, holding my head back by pulling my hair. I choked as the huge phallus filled my mouth and threatened to cut off my air supply. The cock up my ass continued to pound into me relentlessly as I was also being fucked in the mouth. My tits continued to receive abuse from the other four guards. My body rocked back and forth in rhythm to the two men impaling me with their cocks.

On and on it went until each of the six guards had fucked me at least twice. As I lay exhausted on the floor of the shower room, semen dripped down my thighs and from my lips. My body ached as if I had been beaten for days. I groaned softly as two men lifted me to my feet and handed me my shirt. Unable to stand by myself, they carried me back to my cell and threw me on my bunk. Through the small window of my cell I could see the beginning of daylight.

These days I swallow their large cocks eagerly, my tongue working frantically to please them. My breath is coming in grunts as another cock slams into my ass. I am on my hands and knees. My tits clamped and chained to the floor swing to and fro beneath me as I am rocked back and forth by the full force of his cock thrusting into my now willing and obedient ass.

Sweat covers my body as I work tirelessly to bring the two men to climax. I'm on my third orgasm of the evening and expect many more before I return to the prison. My training complete, now I've simply become one of the prison whores. A select group chosen by the matron to provide services to business men from around the world. I'm hopeful I can please one of them enough to adopt me to serve as his personal slave.