It's severe.

“Seventy-three.” Sandra says in a low voice focused on your dice. “That's pretty high.” She pulls again on the lock of her hair around her finger. “Isn't lower the better on your DM tables?”

“Generally, yes, for the players.” You answer as you adjust yourself in your seat, trying to find a comfortable position because of your continued erection. “If I rolled a one through a five they would have let you go with a warning. A six through fifteen would have meant a few hours in the pillory.”

“And a seventy-three?” The cleric asks with a nervous voice, her eyes still locked on the dice. “I'm going to be ****, aren't I?”

“At least it won't be in public.” Is your best reply, as you try to subtly wipe the bead of sweat that has been building on your forehead. “That would have required a roll of eighty or above. But with anything above a thirty-five means corporeal punishment. Above seventy means your sentence will be severe, with two punishments and two humiliations, at least according to the table.”

Sandra responds with a throaty swallow. She refuses to look at the module to figure out her sentence. Instead she stays fixated on the dice. “I ask again for mercy.” The condemned cleric announces. “Please, I've never been tortured before. My parents didn't even spank me.”

You slowly pick up your dice and roll. Fifty-nine, nowhere near low enough for clemency. “The bailiff just shakes his head with contempt.” You continue the role-play. “'Just because you have a pretty face and sweet voice makes you think you will escape justice? Hardly! Theft is a serious crime in the Overlord's City and you tried to steal from the Overlord himself. You will receive no mercy, only the lash.'”

“The whip?! Oh my.” Sandra pleads with such a convincing deep whisper you hesitate for a moment. You think she wants to play this out and you hope you're right.

“'I find you guilty of trespassing and attempted robbery.' The bailiff declares. 'Guards, this criminal is to be taken to the dungeon and given three dozen with the whip.”

“I thought stealing was only a dozen?” Sandra looks up at you for the first time. “That's what it says in the book.”

“That's kind of cheating.” You gently scold the party's newest player. “Besides you should stay in character.” Without waiting for a reply you declare, “'For that disrespect.' The bailiff glares at you. 'Give her four dozen.'”

“But, I'm third level!” Sandra pleads. “I only have 15 Hit Points and a 10 Constitution.”

“Does your character challenge the bailiff?” You directly ask.

Sandra submissively shakes her head silently in the negative.

“Then the bailiff continues. 'Since this criminal has also disrespected his imperial majesty's person and proper I also sentence her to be humiliated. She will not be afforded the modesty given to ladies by the flogging-gown, but instead will be stripped completely bare so that no inch of her worthless hide will be protected from sight or the sting of the lash.'”

Sandra, seemingly without thought, cross her arms over her ample chest, covering herself up.

“Don't forget.” You remind the captured cleric having become so mesmerized by this strange highly erotic role-playing verbal waltz that you take Sandra's actions as Rae's, and vice versa. “You're in irons, your hands are bound behind you.”

Sandra drops her hands down to her side and takes hold of the back of the seat, causing her back to slightly arch, gently pushing her breasts upwards towards you. With a gentle twist of her head, she flips her long brown hair completely behind her so now not a strain touches her chest.

You cannot help stare at her two magnificent mounds; So full, so round, so firm and yet seemingly oh so soft. Even through the thick dress t-shirt and bra Sandra's wears you can clearly make out how erect her nipples have become as they strain against the gray cloth.

“What else are they going to do to me?” Sandra asks with a hint of suggestion in her bewitching voice.

“What?” Her words hit you, as you realize you have been blatantly glaring at her chest for several seconds with your mouth open.

“You said there was to be two punishments and two humiliations for rolling a seventy-three.” The top-heavy cleric completely ignores your brazen ogling of her body. “I am assuming being stripped is one of the humiliations and the flogging is the first punishment. Is my sentencing done or is there more?”

“Yes, of course.” You shake your head and look down at the module while the gorgeous prisoner keeps her hands behind her back. Taking a deep breath you get back into DM mode.

“'The prisoner is to be whipped on her backside for the first three dozen. I want her back and ass crisscrossed good and hard.' The bailiff begins to finish your condemnation with much sadistic pleasure.” You explain. “'The last twelve, however, are to be administered to her naked front. Have her bare chest know the kiss of the searing leather, too. Make her scream.”

“No.” Sandra silently whimpers as she turns her head away from you, though still holding on to back bottom of her seat. “Not their. I'm so tender and sensitive their.”

Part of you cannot believe the words that are coming out of your mouth or hers, it's as if a spell has over come you both. “'Their so big, what a target' you hear a nearby guard snicker, 'the whip-master really going to make them bounce real good.'"

"The bailiff chuckles at the thought of this crass suggestion before he finishes with your sentence. 'Once she has been whipped, branded her left breast with the 'T' as an ageless reminder in her flesh for her crimes. Guards', the bailiff waves you off in a dismissive fashion, 'Take this criminal below; Strip, whip and brand this thief.'”

“Nooo.” Sandra groans and squirms in her chair as if she was fighting against some invisible bonds that are really holding her hands in place. “Not that! Not the branding iron! Anything but that!” She bits her lower lip, clearly visibly distress as her sizable breasts jiggle from the slight shaking of her nervous body. “I don't want to be branded on my tits.”

You have never heard this conservative Jewish girl even come close to swearing or say anything crass. Her last words, the sight of her lushes red lips biting together, and the movement of her chest, however, pushes you over the edge. You feel a jet of cum stream out from your throbbing manhood as you clench done on your lower-section trying to prevent a full orgasm.

“BZZZZ!” Neither of you at first hear your cell phone go off.

“BZZZZ!” It takes a few rings but you both look down at the phone on the table and realize that David is calling. Looking up at each other you both freeze.