Oh, If He'd Only...

An eBook By Donna Lynn White.

Rage and defiance once again welled within her. But only for a moment. The pain of the switch still fresh, tears streamed down her cheeks. "Please, please, sir, no more," she sobbed. "I ... I apologize, sir, for hurting your feelings."

"Well, Judge High-and-Mighty, that's more like it. But we've only just begun. You're good for at least another six or seven. Maybe more."

"Oh, Christ, no," she shrieked. "I can't bear it. I apologized. Please, please, no more."

A sly grin on his face, Marsh said, "What are you willing to do if I let you off?"

"Oh, my God, anything, anything. Just don't bring that switch down on me."

"Well, then, Your Honor, let's see you dance."

Marsh brought the switch back and then once more brought it down savagely across her bare buttocks. She couldn't stand the pain. She leaped in the air, wailing, "Please, please, no more. Oh, Jesus, no more."

"Now, by God," snarled Donnie Marsh, "you know what it's like to be on the receiving end, don't you, you bitch?"

Her rear end waggling, she moaned, "Oh, yes, yes."

"Well, then dance, you sadistic bitch."

With that, he brought the remorseless supple switch down across her tender naked bottom rapidly, five more times in succession, then shifted his target and brought it down across the back of her thighs. Each stroke of the switch elicited ever more frantic prancing and twisting. With each stroke, she screeched and begged, her vow to maintain her self-control dissolving in the pain elicited by the supple green switch.

"Whoooee," hooted Walleye. "Jes look at 'er dance! Jes look at that big beautiful behind jiggle!"

Watching this high falutin' female get what was coming to her excited the older man. As she leaped and plunged, capering and twisting, screeching for mercy, all concerns for her dignity forgotten in the searing pain of that remorseless scourge, Walleye nudged Carlos. "Golly dogies, just look at those red stripes on that gorgeous white behind. Look how they stand out. You ever see anything like it?"

The usually restrained half-breed, now laughing out loud, shook his head. "Nunca, amigo, nunca. Never, never."

"Aaaah! Oooh, God," Kate shrieked, twisting and turning, then hopping from one foot to the other. "Please, please, no more no more."

Marsh halted his assault on her defenseless bottom. "I see you do know how to dance, don't you, Judge. So, go on, dance you bitch!"

He brought the switch done once more across her defenseless bottom. Hopping from one foot to the other, biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, all too well aware of the men's raucous laughter and galled by it, thoroughly humiliated but no longer caring about dignity, she executed an impromptu jig. With every hop, her buttocks jiggled, red welts blossoming on the milky white flesh. Her slightly pendulous breasts quivered and bounced as she danced.

Donnie Marsh brought the switch down once more across her clenched buttocks, eliciting a fresh burst of hopping and twisting. "Well, Judge, I believe you're showing some real talent for dancing. The boys love it, but I don't think Walleye and Carlos have ever poked their peckers into a judge, so you willing to let them have their way with you?"

Tears streaming down her face, makeup smeared, snot dripping from her patrician nose, pinpricks of bright red marking the flesh where little imperfections on the surface of the switch had cut into her chastised flesh, she moaned, "Yes, oh, yes, yes."

"You mean," said Marsh, chuckling, "letting them have their way with you wouldn't be a fate worse than death?"

"Oh, no, no."

"Well, then, Judge, maybe we should see which they prefer, watching me switch you or poking you themselves. So unless you want more of my switch, you better beg them real nice, convince them to poke their peckers into you. I'm not promising anything, but if you can persuade them to mount you, I might let you off."

"Oh, Jesus! Anything, anything," she whimpered. "Just ... just no more of that horrible switch, please, please."

"Well ... all right. I'm going to untie that rope and let you down, so you can crawl on your knees to them and beg them to pleasure you. Understood?"

"Yes, oh yes. But, please, please, no more of that dreadful switch, I beseech you."

Marsh went over and released the rope, allowing her to collapse on the ground, hands still bound in front of her.

Once again, as a reminder, Marsh made the switch sing through the air. "First of all, though, your Honor, I want you to roll over and lie on your back."

Fearful, afraid to resist, she did as the ruffian had ordered.

"That's just fine. Now spread your legs. Let the boys see what they'll be getting into if they poke you."

She gasped. "Oh, no!"

He raised the switch. Instantly, she shrilled, "Oh, Jesus. Don't, please don't. I will, I will, anything you say."

Biting her lip, panting, she slowly spread her legs, revealing her most private parts to the leering men. Donnie Marsh reached down and, with his fingers, spread the labia. "There you go, boys. How does that look? Pretty tasty, I betcha for those who like that sort of thing."

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