Waiting to be sentenced

‘Mr Smith you will be taken back to the cells to await sentencing having been found guilty of the crime of defacing public property through the removal of the posters announcing the introduction of the new public order offences which forbid the gathering of groups of 20 or more males without female chaperones. This legislation has been enacted to curb the sort of behaviour that you have been brought before this court for and as such I will consult the full sentencing options that this new law gives me. Guards take him away, strip him and use the heavy manacles on him’ Judge Parker says to Ken as he is standing in the dock in front of her cursing the fact that one of his friends had posted a video on the web which had led to him getting caught tearing down all of these posters as a dare.

‘It is bad luck for you boy that you have been put up before Judge Parker on her last day on the bench as she has been handing down the harshest possible sentences to make a statement’ one of the guards says with a smile as she is leading Ken down to the basement of the court house, ‘but it’s good for us because it’s fun to strip and manacle a prisoner which we don’t get the chance to do very often’ she finishes while pushing Ken into a small holding cell.

‘Normally we would give you the opportunity to undress yourself but Judge Parker was explicit in her instructions that we were to strip you so you will stand in the centre of the cell’ the second guard says and they both advance on Ken with scissors.

‘It is unlikely you will need your clothes again so we may as well cut them off’ the guard says with a mocking laugh in her voice. It doesn’t take the two guards long to strip Ken of ever item of clothing and the two of them walk round and round him appraising his body when he is naked.

‘I’ve heard that the new law includes the provision for public canings and floggings, I’ll bet that this is what Judge Parker is looking at but wouldn’t it be amazing to see this bottom or back thrashed in front of the town hall’ one of the guards muses as she is tapping away at Ken’s bottom with her hand. Ken couldn’t believe that this was possible and imagined that the guards were just trying to frighten him.

‘Oh yes and didn’t Judge Parker already sentence a prostitute to a public caning this morning?’ the other guard says.

‘Yes I think you are right, twenty strokes wasn’t it? I hope the punishment doesn’t take place until we are off shift as she did have the most delicious little arse and I bet there would be a huge audience to see it torn apart by the cane’ the guard says having seen how nervous Ken had become with the conversation they were having.

‘’I wonder how you get onto the punishment detail’ her colleague says.

‘I don’t know but I sure as hell would like to be on it if this one is going to be caned or flogged too’ the second guard says as she is fitting the heavy iron collar around Ken’s neck and screwing it into position. Her colleague is replacing the handcuffs on Ken’s wrists with heavy iron shackles and together they chain the shackles on his wrists to the collar on his neck with enough chain to give him some movement but any movement was very hard work because of the weight of the chains.

‘I suggest that you sit down and wait to be taken back to the court. Any trouble that you cause will be reported to Judge Parker and will inevitably reflected in your sentence whatever that is’ the guards say as they are leaving the cell and locking it. There is one hard wooden bench in the cell and as Ken is sitting on it he can’t help but think about the possibility of a public caning and whether he would be able to sit down comfortable ever again if that was his sentence. Every guard that walked past the cell either with another prisoner or on their won looked in at Ken and the prisoners looked at him with pity but the guards had a look of glee on their faces.  There was a clock on the wall opposite to Ken and the seconds seemed to be taking minutes and the minutes felt like hours but eventually the two guards who had brought him down to the cell were opening the door.

‘It’s time for your sentence to be revealed boy’ they say with smiles on their faces. Ken wasn’t given any clothes to cover his modesty and he had to fight with the heavy chains as he was marched back to the court house.

‘I hope that the removal of your clothes and the heavy shackles have stripped you of your arrogance Mr Smith but if not I am sure that the sentence I am about to deliver will do just that. You are hereby sentenced to receive five strokes of the cane for each of the seven posters you were identified as having removed. This punishment will be carried out at 6pm tonight in front of the town hall. Guards you will keep the prisoner naked and shackled until he is collected for the punishment’ Judge Parker announces and Ken is not able to do anything other than stand in the dock with his mouth open in shock.

‘What a clever time to hold the punishments as many people will just have finished work so the audience could be massive and it will definitely include me’ one of the guards says, ‘and me’ the other one quickly adds. Ken is taken to another holding cell where a girl is already waiting and on the bars of the cell hangs a message.

“Prisoners to be caned” is all that it says and the girl is similarly shackled.

‘No talking’ was the instruction as the guards were leaving the cell and Ken certainly didn’t feel like talking and neither did the girl by the look of it as they looked at each other sadly and then the dropped their heads to hide in their own thoughts and fears. It was not as long a wait until they were both collected and taken in an underground tunnel from the court house to the town hall where they were left in another holding room but their fear was increased horribly by the other occupant of the room as it was a woman practising her caning on a pillow attached to the back of a chair.

The woman herself was the epitome of efficiency in her smart uniform but it was the crack of the cane as it crashed into the pillow and the way that it seemed to cut the pillow in half with each crack that caused the fear to grow into a knot that made it nearly impossible to take a breath. After the woman leaves the room both of the offenders look at each other and the fear is mirrored on their faces.

‘You are first girl’ a guard says and she almost has to drag the girl out of the room leaving Ken alone with his growing fear and the fact that he can’t hear anything only heightens the fear and this fear becomes absolute terror when the girl is helped back into the room by two guards with tears streaming down her face and a bottom that is heavily cut and bruised.

‘On your knees girl’ the guards say pushing the girl down to her knees and she puts her hand on the ground raising her bottom from her heels.

‘It’s your turn boy’ the guards say and with greater calm than he thought possible Ken walked over to the guards and allowed himself to be led out of the room and to the large platform that had been erected at the front of the town hall where the woman with the cane was waiting next to a trestle frame constructed from heavy wood. Ken also noticed the large screens that were standing at each corner of the square and on these his name and details of the crime and sentence were displayed for the large audience. The shackles were finally removed from Ken and the guards bent him over the trestle with his arms pulled forward and up to a set of leather cuffs that were hanging from the front spars of the trestle and then his legs were spread to the back legs of the trestle and fixed into leather cuffs on these legs. The position Ken was in saw him looking directly at one of the big screens and the text announcing his name, crime and sentence disappeared to be replaced by a split screen one part of which showed his face and the other his bottom both in crystal clarity.

‘The sentence of thirty strokes of the cane will now be administered’ one of the guards announces loudly and clearly while the woman with the cane steps forward and measures the cane across Ken’s bottom.

‘Crack’ the first stroke lands and Ken can’t drag his eyes from the screen which shows how far the cane compresses his bottom and how it is held there like a poker and then the intensity of the welt when the cane is drawn back.

‘Stroke one’ the guard announces and the second stroke is upon Ken and he is still looking at the screen even though it is a frightening sight. Ken hasn’t realised that he’s been holding his breath until it is expelled in a spluttering sound after the second stroke lands.

‘Stroke two’ is the call and Ken is already in more pain than he’s ever felt in his life but the punishment has barely even started and it is this realisation that brings the sharp cry with the third stroke and there is a loud murmur from the audience at this.

‘Stroke three’ is the call and Ken has finally dropped his eyes from the screen and his head is hanging down heavily but each crack of the cane brings it back up and as it’s then going down he sees the damage that is being inflicted to his bottom. It is a fiery red all over by half way through the caning with vivid purple stripes from the earlier strokes and there is a loud cheer from the audience when the first stroke draws blood with a trail lazily making its way down from the centre of Ken’s bottom on to his thighs. This had come from the point where strokes crossed each other and as the caning continued there were more and more of these points leaving Ken’s bottom in a similar state to the girls when she’d been brought back into the room.

‘Stroke twenty nine’ Ken hears eventually so he knows that the punishment is nearly over  and moments later the final stroke had landed across his bottom and almost symbolically the cane breaks in two just like his bottom had been broken.

‘Stroke thirty and the punishment has now been completed’ was the call and the big screen moved from the split screen to an image of his bottom only and through the tears Ken didn’t see any white skin just purple stripes, fiery red areas and blood. As the guards released his hands from the cuffs they dropped down like lead weights and he was almost bent double over the trestle giving an even better view to the audience of his bottom. When his legs were released and he was pulled to his feet he was as unsteady as the girl had been and he was almost carried back into the room where the girl was still kneeling with her bottom held high. Ken was pushed down to his knees beside the girl and he raises his bottom off of his heels as it was too painful to have any contact.

‘You will be released from your sentence in due course’ the guards say.

I’ll teach you to say those things about me

‘Recently there was a very unpleasant post about me on an internet message board questioning not only my ability to teach but also my sexuality. I was advised by friends and my union to ignore it as they thought responding would only add fuel to the fire. I ignored the first post but unfortunately it seems as if someone has a real grudge against me as the posts continued to appear during the summer holidays. While they were removed by the board at my insistence I have kept every one of them as they are automatically emailed to me and I knew that sooner or later the person who was writing the posts would trip up and give some information that identified them to me’ Miss Mitchell says to Ken as they are sharing a coffee in the staff room.

‘That’s horrible Tracy and unfortunately it’s a growing problem’ Ken replies kindly.

‘Yes it is absolutely horrible and as you rightly say it’s a growing problem. I fully expected that the posts would have come from a current pupil of mine and had that been the case I was going to go to the Headmaster and have them dealt with through the school rules but it’s even worse to know that they haven’t been written by a current pupil’ Tracy says.

‘Oh that is even worse that a fellow teacher would do that’ Ken answers.

‘That is interesting that you say it’s “a fellow teacher” that has done it Ken as I’ve given no indication that this is the case’ Tracy says with a hint of accusation in her voice.

‘Well that was my assumption if it wasn’t written by a pupil’ Ken answers with a voice that is now betraying his nerves.

‘The logical assumption in my mind would have been a former pupil had written it unless of course there is a guilty conscience playing its part in your assumption’ Tracy says with her eyes piercing through Ken’s skin.

‘I would never do anything like that Tracy’ Ken answers but his voice doesn’t have a lot of conviction in it.

‘That’s rather interesting you should say that Ken as the last post contains a piece of information about me which only two people know and you are one of them and I know for certain that the posts were not written by the other person with this information so it is time for you to either tell me the truth or I shall pass all of this information over to the police and they shall trace the information back to the author’ Tracy says.

‘Yes it was me that wrote the posts Tracy’ Ken answers fearfully.

‘I know that Ken and I know why you did it as well so all that remains is to decide what we are going to do about it. My first thought was to go straight to the police and let them deal with the matter but a second thought came into my head when I was sleeping last night. One of your accusations against me in a post was that I only became a teacher so that I had the opportunity to use the cane and tawse on the bare bottoms of girls. That is a lie and you know it because all of the records show that I use the cane and the tawse far less than any other teacher in this school however it would give me great pleasure to use both of these on your bare bottom and see how long you could last before you are bawling your eyes out. I would film the whole event and if you do not then do exactly as I demand, for as long as I demand, it would be put very prominently on the internet. So your choice is either the police of I can personally teach you to say those things about me. What is it to be Ken?’ Tracy demands, ‘my patience is not endless Ken’ she adds sharply when an answer is not forthcoming from Ken.

‘I will take your punishment Tracy’ Ken answers.

‘It is Miss Mitchell or Madam to you from now on Ken’ is the barked response, ‘and you have made the correct choice. I will collect you from your house sometime in the next week for your punishment’ Miss Mitchell says. As the week goes past without Ken being collected for his punishment he begins to think that perhaps Miss Mitchell has decided that the threat she had made and the fear that Ken has been living with since then has been sufficient punishment but it was not to be as on the Sunday afternoon there was a sharp knock on the door.

‘It is time’ is all that Miss Mitchell says and Ken follows her to her car without a fight. Miss Mitchell drives to a house on the edge of the town and there is another woman waiting at the door to greet them.

‘Ken I would like you to meet my best friend Miss Williams who is going to film today’s punishment and as I said should you not comply with all of my orders from now on this will be put onto the internet’ Miss Mitchell says while they are standing on the doorstep and instead of a handshake Ken is introduced to Miss Williams’ palm across his right cheek.

‘How dare you cause Miss Mitchell such trouble Ken. I am going to enjoy watching her make you suffer’ Miss Williams says as she is leading the way up to the loft of the house which Ken notices already contains two video cameras on tripods around a wooden punishment bench. Atop the bench is a third video camera along with a tawse and a cane.

‘I think we’ll start with a little strip show Ken and I suggest that you put on a good show for the camera’ Miss Mitchell says as her friend has picked up the third camera and is making sure that she catches all of the action as a very embarrassed Ken removes his clothes.

‘Let’s see if that pathetic little cock grows into anything worthwhile Ken, play with it and get it nice and hard’ Miss Mitchell commands and with the camera in close attendance Ken does as he is told although it is not an easy task as he normally never plays with himself in front of anyone but eventually he is able to block out the audience.

‘No still a pathetic specimen Miss Mitchell and you did very well to reject him as he would never be able to satisfy any woman with such a puny cock’ Miss Williams says mockingly.

‘I’ve had no complaints so far’ Ken stupidly comments.

‘Did anyone give you permission to speak’ Miss Mitchell says with her knee poised by Ken’s balls.

‘No Miss Mitchell’ Ken responds trying to close his legs together as he does so.

‘Exactly’ Miss Mitchell says driving her knee up into Ken’s balls, ‘and you would do very well to remember that lesson’ she concludes as Ken is gasping for breath, ‘now get yourself over that bench so that I can stripping the skin from that miserable hide of yours’ Miss Mitchell barks driving another knee into Ken’s balls just for good measure.

‘Focus one of the cameras on his face as he needs to be able to see in future how much agony he is in, focus another one on his bottom so that he can appreciate the damage that I am capable of causing him and use your film making talent with the third camera’ Miss Mitchell says as Ken is securely strapped into the bench.

‘This beating is going to carry on for as long as I want it to so there is no point begging through it Ken as I’ll simply hit you harder but feel free to scream as it will make for a much more entertaining film’ Miss Mitchell says as she is resting the cane across Ken’s bottom. There is no discernible pattern to the caning as some strokes are given individually with pauses between them and others are given in rapid fire but none of them were gentle.

‘You are marking up beautifully Ken perhaps I’ll have to make you my caning slave’ Miss Mitchell muses during one of her pauses between rapid fire onslaughts.

‘Your toes curl so prettily with the hardest strokes Ken. I think that I could enjoy having a caning slave and of course you have no choice but to accept whatever it is that I want to stop this film being released’ Miss Mitchell says before delivering six very hard strokes with a five second pause between them to let the pain settle in.

‘I can feel and see the lovely cane welts forming on your bottom Ken’ Miss Mitchell says as she is playing her hands over it, ‘and I’m sure that there will be many more from the tawse’ she comments as she is placing the cane on the floor in front of Ken and he can see the red marks on the end of it from his blood, ‘that’s correct Ken you are bleeding but it’s exactly what you deserve’ Miss Mitchell says without any pity in her voice. The tawsing is a rapid-fire demolition of Ken’s bottom and while he’d not screamed during the caning he certainly did during the tawsing as each stroke was like a kick to his bottom.

‘You are definitely going to be my beating slave Ken. Come on Miss Williams let’s go and enjoy a cup of tea while Ken thinks about his fate’ Miss Mitchell says and he hears them both leaving the room.

Now you know what this apparatus is for

Since arriving at the training camp Ken has seen and been intrigued by a piece of apparatus that is dominating one end of the field but he hasn’t been able to think about it and any request for information on what it is for are met with silence from the staff and his fellow trainee’s. The camp was voluntary but it came with a heavy suggestion from the authorities as all the trainees were all boys and girls between the ages of 18 and 21 who had come to the attention of the authorities for some reason or another.

Ken had come to the attention of the authorities for playing a peripheral role in a large fight that had broken out between two sets of football fans and the only reason he wasn’t joining many of the others in front of the courts was that he’d only reacted after being hit a couple of times so was considered to be acting in self defence. It was the police man who came to see Ken’s parents the following morning who must have made the suggestion of the camp as when he got in that evening from his summer job he was told that he was going to the camp and before he had a chance to argue a formidable man and woman dressed in combats had escorted him out of the house to a car.

‘You have been selected as an ideal candidate for our 10 week training program which has been designed to teach those with the potential to self destruct the value of self discipline and this is because of the fight you were involved in last night. Your parents’ think that the program would be very beneficial for you generally but it is voluntary and therefore you have to agree so do we have your agreement?’ the woman asks having sat down beside Ken and her very presence is intimidating enough.

‘Yes you have my agreement’ Ken responds and before there is any opportunity to change his mind the car sets off and not another word is spoken until the car pulls up to a solid wooden gate in a high fence that opens automatically and then quickly closes behind the car. Looking round Ken sees a dozen or so simple wooden huts to one side of a large grassy field and beyond that looks to be mile upon mile of trees reminding Ken of stories he’d read in the past of labour camps and it was almost as if the woman was reading his mind.

‘Yes this place does look like a Russian labour camp and we have taken elements of that into our program as we believe that hard physical work is very good for the mind particularly for the likes of you who is intelligent enough to make something of their life but seemingly intent on wasting the opportunity of a university education. But it also brings in elements of the first stages of military training to get you physically fit and used to structure and taking orders from people as there seems to be an arrogant streak in your personality and you could certainly do with shedding more than a few pounds in weight’ the woman says when the car has drawn to a halt in front of the one brick building on site. Ken is soon fitted into his outfit of a simple green t-shirt and combat trousers with a pair of heavy boots to accompany them.

‘All new trainee’s start with a fitness test so you will drop to the ground and give me 20 press-ups and 20 sit-ups before you go for a two mile run’ the woman says and she is supervising very closely and discounts any repetition which doesn’t meet her exacting standards so that to get to 20 Ken has done around double that and his t-shirt is speckled with sweat, ‘not good at all but by the end of the program you will be giving me 200 without any difficult and now let’s see how slow you are on this run’ the woman says and she sets Ken off running towards the gate with her following and there is no rest when the reach the gate which is the mile as he is immediately instructed to run back to the starting point. It is more of a walk on the way back as Ken feels like he is gasping his last breath.

‘Twenty minutes is absolutely pathetic boy. I’ve got my work cut out with you and because of that you will spend your first two weeks in non-stop physical training under my supervision’ the woman says and it is during these sessions that Ken sees the apparatus in the field but the sessions are such hell that he doesn’t think rationally about it. There was a thirty minute period at the start of the day to get your building ready for the daily inspection and this was about the only time you had without supervision or sleep. The camp was getting new trainees almost every day and after a few weeks one of these had managed to smuggle in some cigarettes and he immediately became very popular and it was only a matter of time before someone was caught smoking and unfortunately Ken and Sarah were those people.

‘Well Ken you’ve been wondering what that apparatus at the end of the field is for and now you and Sarah are about to find out’ the woman who’d been supervising Ken’s physical training said with a smile on her face. Ken was instantly worried by this because a smile from her meant that she had dreamed up some new torment to put those on her physical training session through and this was to prove absolutely no different.

Sarah and Ken were marched at double time to the apparatus and instructed to face each other from either side of it. Ropes were hanging down from each of the uprights and these were wound round the upright a couple of times before they were tied round Sarah’s wrists first, stretching her forward and up onto her toes so that her body was pulled a little forward over the cross spar and suddenly Ken realised that the apparatus was a punishment trestle of some sort and he shrunk back from it but he was ordered to step forward to it to be similarly attached. Ken’s bottom was bared and then the woman walked round to Sarah to bare her bottom.

‘I am sure that the purpose of the apparatus is clear to both of you now but I’ll let the discomfort of the position and your situation sink in for a while before I return to administer the caning that is coming your way for smoking’ the woman says leaving Sarah and Ken to contemplate their fate. Neither spoke to each other but there was a mutual sympathy there and this only grew when they heard all of the trainees being marched up to watch the spectacle.

‘These two were caught smoking this morning and they will be punished with twenty four strokes of the cane to teach them that such behaviour is against the rules but equally importantly to act as a deterrent for the rest of you because if anyone else is caught smoking the punishment will be doubled’ the woman who’d put them in this position said sharply to the audience. Ken was rather glad that she walked round to him first because he just wanted the ordeal over and knew that if he’d had to watch Sarah being caned it would have been a torture in its own right. Ken felt the cane tap insistently on his bottom a couple of times before the first stroke is unleashed landing with a very sharp crack. There is an audible gasp from the audience and no sound from Ken but that is only because he is so shocked.

‘One’ is the call from another of the camp staff and that brought the second stroke down onto Ken’s bottom and again he managed to remain silent but only by clenching his teeth very tightly together. This was the pattern that as soon as the stroke was announced the next one landed and it appeared that there was no great hurry to complete the punishment as there were at least fifteen seconds between each to allow the pain to reach its peak just as the next one landed and it wasn’t too long before moans could be heard coming from Ken with each stroke. Ken had no idea what his bottom looked like but it felt as if he would never sit comfortably again because of the heat and pain in it. At one point as he was throwing his head back after a particularly severe stroke he caught sight of Sarah and tears were already beginning to trickle down her cheeks as the time for her caning was approaching rather quickly. Ken didn’t even realise to begin with that his caning had been completed as his bottom was in so much pain that it had taken over his brain.

It was only when he heard everyone marching round to the other side of the frame to watch Sarah’s punishment that he knew his was over and now he had to listen to her cries from the mid way point of the caning and this was almost worse than receiving the cane himself but soon enough it was over leaving the two of them with the woman who’d administered the caning.

‘Let’s untie you and you can both take your place in my physical training session and should there be any slacking from you then you will be back over the frame for another caning’ the woman says as she is untying us.

Unfair sentence

“You shameless little whore. You shall be taken from here to the Market Square where you shall be stripped naked and flogged. You shall receive two hundred lashes. Hangman, I charge you to pay particular attention to this thieving little slut. Scourge her soundly; scourge her till the blood runs! I want to see you draw blood with every stroke of the whip; see that I am not disappointed. You shall then take the slut to the House of Correction, where she shall spend six months with hard labour.”

I was the hangman tasked with carrying out this sadistic sentence and having been following the case with interest it was obvious that there was something else going on in this case because the original offence didn’t merit this savagery. I went down to the cells where the young woman was being held prior to the punishment being inflicted and she was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. She was very neatly dressed and even with the dejected look on her face she was a pretty thing helped by the long golden locks that were flowing down her back. I dismissed the guard that was standing outside the cell and sat down on the bunk beside her.

‘What have you done to upset the Judge?’ I ask.

‘I can’t tell you’ the woman says obviously fearful of what will happen to her if the Judge finds out that she has talked.

‘You have nothing to fear from telling me what really happened because I know that there is something going on because he only gives those sorts of judgements when he is personally implicated in the case’ I say as the woman is looking up at me.

‘I was working in a local brothel that the Judge frequents regularly and as the newest girl he repeatedly raped and buggered me leaving me pregnant with his child and when he found out he demanded that I have the child destroyed. I refused to do this so he had the Madam set me up on a charge of theft by another client and his sentence is designed to ensure that the child is destroyed either by your flogging or during my time at the House of Correction so that there is no lasting evidence of his use of the brothel’ the woman explains and I can well believe it to be true because my position gives me access to lots of information. I know that the enemies of this particular Judge have been gathering all sorts of information on him because I’ve been a conduit for much of this and they are currently plotting how to use this information against him even though he is one of the most powerful people in the country.

‘Thank you I believe what you have said and I will try to make this flogging as gentle as I can get away with and will then ensure that your time in the House of Correction is safe. Take this flask of whisky and drink it all before you are led out to the whipping post. When I hood you for your flogging you will find another flask of whisky in the top of the hood and there will be a tube from this going into your mouth so drink it during the flogging to dull the worst of the pain’ I explain.

‘Why are you doing this for me? If the Judge sees that his sentence is not carried out fully then he will have you destroyed like he is trying to do to me’ the woman says.

‘I am doing this because I will not carry out the sick work of covering up his indiscretions and don’t worry before too long he will not be in a position to have anyone destroyed’ I say handing over the flask of whisky to the woman and she downs it in one before giving it back to me.

‘Bring that slut to me in twenty minutes’ I say to the guards while I head off to the square in front of the courthouse to prepare for the flogging. On my way I stop in my room to refill the flask of whisky and put it in a pouch at the top of the hood before connecting up the tube to it and running this down the front of the hood. As normal on a day when sentences are being delivered in court there is a large crowd outside the courthouse waiting for any sentence to be carried out because they are always carried out publicly and when they see me stepping out onto the platform with my whips they know that they are in for some action and almost magically the crowd multiplies.

A clamour of excitement goes through the crowd when they see the pretty young woman being dragged out by the two male guards who forcibly strip her before tying her wrists and securing the ropes high up on the whipping post stretching out her naked body giving me the best target and the audience the best view. I fold the woman’s long golden locks up onto the top of her head to completely expose her back and fit the hood over the top of this ensuring that the tube from the hood is discretely lodged in the side of her mouth.

‘By the order of the court this woman is sentenced to receive two hundred lashes with the cat and six months in the House of Correction with hard labour for the offence of theft’ I announce to the crowd.

I pick up the whip and inspect each of the long, hard tails with the biting knots along the length of the tails spotting the Judge watching on from the courtroom window during an intermission in his trials for the day. His position meant that he would have a perfect view of the woman’s back so that he could see that his instruction was carried out and for this reason I made the first four dozen lashes vicious tearing long cuts in the pale skin of the woman’s upper back and shoulders and curling round onto her sides and breasts. Each of these draws piercing, shrill screams from the woman and cheers from the watching crowd. After these the woman slips into unconsciousness and normally she would have been revived immediately but because I knew the Judge could not see this I didn’t have her revived until we were half way through the flogging. I signalled for the guards to step forward to douse the woman with buckets of ice cold water and this revived her with another loud scream.

As this was happening I took the opportunity to have a drink of water and during this I checked to see if the Judge was still watching the punishment but he wasn’t so I resumed the flogging but with gentler strokes although not so gentle that the watching crowd noticed. I had avoided hitting low down on the woman’s back and wrapping the whip round onto her stomach but her upper back, shoulders, bottom, thighs and breasts were scourged with marks just in case the Judge paid her a visit in the House of Correction to see that his sentence had been carried out although I doubted that he would do so as it was a very dangerous place for him to be given the number of people he’d put there who would not care about the consequences for themselves if he appeared.

By the end of the flogging the woman has almost passed out again and when her wrists are cut down from the top of the post she collapses down onto the ground. I remove the hood from her head and put it in my pocket so that I can get the flask out afterwards. I am responsible for delivering the woman to the House of Correction so I pull her to her feet and basically carry her naked form back into the courthouse and then the fairly short distance to the House of Correction where the Head Warden is waiting for us.

‘If this woman is harassed in any way by you, your staff, fellow inmates or visitors then you will pay a very high price. Remember that I know all about what really happened to your wife and about your lovers both male and female’ I state decisively as I hand the woman over.

‘It will be done’ the Head Warden responds through tightly gritted teeth obviously regretting that he will not be able to get his hands on this fresh piece of meat once she has recovered from the effects of the flogging as I have clearly staked my ownership to him and he knows that I have all the information that I need to destroy him. I visit the woman every week to check that she is not being harmed and clearly the Head Warden has taken my threat seriously because she is on the lightest possible of hard labour assignments and with each visit her bump is getting more prominent. I talk to the woman during each visit and I get the sense that she isn’t quite what she seems and this is confirmed when she eventually reveals her original name to me.

When I found out her name it was obvious why she had taken a new name and a new life as much as she could because she was from an aristocratic background but the rest of her family had been wiped out when she was just a baby during the revolution. I did a bit more digging after this and found that the family assets were still in existence but they are held in exile so I decided that it was time to get her out of the country where she could resume her former life. It was also time for me to get out of the country because my knowledge of the peccadilloes of all the Judges and members of the Judiciary system were coming dangerously close to the surface and there has already been one warning for me with the assassination of one of the members of the torture chamber who had shared some information with the wrong people.

Insult my friend and face the wrath of both of us

Jennie is one of the best friends of Ken’s girlfriend and she has been since they attended the same university and then shared houses for a few years afterwards until Claire moved out to move in with Ken. Jennie was a regular visitor to the house to see Claire so Ken didn’t think anything of it when he came in from work one evening and saw Jennie and Claire having a glass of wine in the lounge he just presumed that he would be cooking for three people instead of two but that was not to be the case.

‘Hi Jennie’ Ken said as he was giving Claire a kiss on the cheek before he went to get changed out of his suit.

‘Go and get changed Ken and then make us dinner’ Claire said quite sharply and Ken looked at her with surprise on his face as she normally had such a soft tone in her voice when he got home from work. Ken went and did as he was told doing a quick stir fry for the three of them which he served up onto plates before taking them through to the girls. As Ken’s job involved sitting at a computer most of the day he often spent the first part of the evening standing up and tonight was no exception but he could see a half smile on Claire’s face as he did so.

‘Well that was a very nice meal Ken thank you’ Jennie says as he is clearing away the plates and putting the coffee on.

‘Thank you Jennie’ Ken replies.

‘Ken you are going to wish very soon that you were always as nice to Jennie as that. Jennie showed me the comment that you left on one of her photographs on Facebook this morning and it was very rude and insulting. Even if Jennie wasn’t one of my best friends and one of the nicest people that you could hope to meet it is not a comment that should be left on the picture of any woman. For insulting one of my friends you are going to face the wrath of both of us. A few times Jennie has asked me what I do when you upset me as she has not had the best of luck in choosing a boyfriend and I’ve told her that I spank you when you displease me. This interested Jennie and your comment gives me the perfect opportunity to demonstrate to Jennie exactly what happens to you and to give her some practical experience so you will strip completely Ken and place yourself over both of our laps. Do you have anything that you wish to say at this point?’ Claire asks.

‘Yes I’m sorry for the comment that I made and it was meant in a light hearted fashion’ Ken says knowing that it won’t win him any leniency but hoping that it will at least make them both see that he wasn’t serious in what he’d said.

‘Yes I thought it was a light hearted comment Ken but you have to realise that Facebook is public and a comment like that could have been seen by any of my family and friends who would have been utterly shocked’ Jennie answers and her annoyance is clear from her voice.

‘I don’t see you undressing Ken, if you don’t get a wriggle on then I’ll go and fetch my hairbrush’ Claire says and this prompts Ken to start undressing as he’s felt the hairbrush on a number of occasions and couldn’t sit very comfortably afterwards. It was very comfortable lying over both of the laps but this comfort was short lived as Claire started the spanking almost immediately keeping up a commentary for Jennie throughout and it was only when his bottom already felt warm that Claire sat back.

‘Now I suggest that you have a go Jennie’ Claire said and the first smack that landed after that was very hard right in the most tender part of Ken’s bottom making him jerk against Claire’s thighs.

‘Are you sure that you’ve never done this before Jennie because that was excellent. Keep going like that for a few minutes and Ken will really learn his lesson’ Claire said in encouragement.

‘Thank you Claire and yes this is the first time I’ve spanked anyone’ Jennie confirms but as the spanking progressed Ken was convinced that she was lying as his bottom reached a fierce temperature very quickly.

‘Oh I wish that there was a photographer here at this moment Ken to capture the smiles that are on both of our faces at bringing you down a peg or two. I trust that you will not be insulting any of my friends again anytime soon’ Claire says when Jennie has finally stopped laying her hand onto his bottom.

‘No I won’t be insulting any of your friends anytime soon and I won’t be making any comments on Facebook for a while either’ Ken answers.