Lynne's turn in the pillory

After a week or two the novelty had gradually faded for most women however. The first time had been fun, but by the third time it wasn’t so interesting anymore, it was just another weekly boring chore to get through. Lynne, on the other hand, loved it. She loved the idea of sitting there, helpless, not being able to do anything. Every time she heard steps coming closer she imagined what they might do to her. The men in the town had been a little timid about it at first, but after a few days they found themselves walking over to look at the bodies of the temporarily captive women more and more often. They didn’t do anything, but it was obvious men were trying to find excuses to visit the town square. Their lustful looks lingered longer and longer with each passing day. Complaining was of little use; it wasn’t illegal to look, and the town council brusquely turned down any petitions to have peeping toms punished.

Lynne enjoyed being the middle point of attention, having all these men walking around, looking at her, judging, weighing, considering, fantasizing; lusting. Soon after the first women took their turn men in town started openly discussing the women, praising or criticizing the way they looked. Gradually the women started considering the way they looked while they were kneeling in the stockades. While at first they had put on whatever was most comfortable, soon they started putting more effort into their appearance. From the viewpoint of the town the pillories were a huge success. All the extra traffic on the main square led to increased economic activity for the shops around it, and the small city's downtown was thriving like never before.

This would have been the end of the story it weren’t for Rob, the pimply young teenage shelf stocker from the super market Lynne had been frequenting after her yoga classes. Rob had started hanging around the main square when the women of the town were being exhibited for public spectacle, and he’d been enjoying himself immensely. Gawking at their bodies had been a lot of fun, and he’d surreptitiously move his hard-on around in his boxers while walking past them with his hands in his pants pockets. By pure chance while he was walking home late one night after drinking with his friends in a pub he decided to stroll across the town square to see who was there.

He took a quick glance around, and then did a double take when he realized the MILF from a few weeks ago was in one of the pillories! She was in the pillory on the north side of the square, under the shadow of the bell tower above it, facing the middle of the square. What luck! He sneaked quietly through the shadows along the wall to the north side of the square where he had an excellent view of her behind. It looked just as good as he’d remembered, even if the MILF wasn’t wearing lycra spandex this time.