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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga
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twonines
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Thinking of Josephine and her dalliance with Lee,is her mentor, RBG , aware of her activities, and if so, does that mean Josephine will be donning that tiny school girl uniform again and reporting the the Judge`s bungalow.
Let`s hope so,the thought of her watching Barb being caned while sitting on a dozen or so throbbing purple ridges has a certain sense of ironic justice!
Let`s hope so,the thought of her watching Barb being caned while sitting on a dozen or so throbbing purple ridges has a certain sense of ironic justice!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It just seems impossible to prevent certain people from reading ahead!
Or is it that 99 shares the same evil, perverted, reprehensible thoughts that torment my brain? No. Not possible. He's reading ahead!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
I must be reading ahead in a different book, because my vivid imagination is focusing on Amanda in an even looser blouse and shorter skirt showing Jeffrey just what he hoped to see
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in an obscure law book.
Migoz2
Senator
If Amanda's skirt in my imagination gets any shorter, it would have to be redesignated a belt..........
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Tujah Belas, Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Wed. 8:40 AM
Barbara was still in shock as the guards went to escort her out. Slowly regaining her senses, a thought came. She turned back to the Commandant and said,
“Pardon me, Commandant. There is something I would like to bring up.”
Mamat looked up from his paperwork with an expression of surprise. “Really, Miss Moore. What would that be?”
“I would like respectfully to lodge an official complaint.”
Imran pulled his truncheon out threateningly, and Barbara cringed. The Commandant gestured with his hand to halt. The chief guard stood at ease, but with the weapon ready at hand.
“A moment chief guard. Let me hear what the prisoner has to say. I assume she knows the kinds of penalties around here for unjust accusations.”
Barb cowered from Imran and swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir, I do. But this is a case of incompetence that you will want to be aware of.”
“I am interested. Please explain.
“It is Client Services and Housekeeping. They promised me a new bed day before yesterday and an iPhone and a new laptop yesterday. Since then, they have been nowhere to be seen. I think you should be aware of their shortcoming! And make sure I get my things!” Barb said this all quickly, hoping Imran wouldn’t strike her before she finished.
The Commandant looked at Barb with a concerned face for a few moments and then threw back his head and burst out laughing. The two guards joined in.
“Really, Commandant, I don’t believe it is a laughing matter. These people should be held to account,” Barb said, very offended at this response.
After a few moments, the Commandant got control of himself and looked at Barb with tears in his eyes from laughter. “Have Goh and Huat been around to play their joke on you? Ha! There are no Client Services in Changi, girl. They are two matrons from the wing for the mentally disturbed. They get bored and like to tease gullible new prisoners. Lord! They didn't promise you a special diet too? How about cable and a flat-screen TV? It’s just too funny!” He and the men began laughing again.
Barb was speechless, staring in despair and humiliation at the men. She muttered under her breath, “And two glasses a day of Reisling.” They heard her and laughed even harder.
“Please, guards, get her out of here, gasp,” said bin Osman. I’m going to pass out from laughing!”
Barb was hooded and taken back to her cell.
American Embassy Wednesday, 9:45 AM
Jeffrey Hodges was at his desk, catching up on paperwork he had been forced to neglect over the last two days. He’d left Amanda pouring over the book and papers in the conference room. She was a positive marvel, No legal training, yet she’d taken to legal research like the proverbial fish to water. He had been reluctant to leave her alone (not the least because her outfit today, a looser shirt and a shorter skirt, was, if anything, more seductive than yesterday). But he had to get some of this stuff done.
Just then, his phone rang. He answered and found Lee Cher Leng, the Deputy Attorney General assigned to Barb’s case, on the other end.
LCL: Good morning. How are you, Jeffrey? Lee appeared to be in a particularly pleasant mood this day.
JH: Fine, Lee. Yourself?
LCL: Top of the world. Couldn’t be better! Say, chum. I’m calling to give you a heads-up on some dates that have been established in Miss Moore’s case.
JH: Sounds good. What have you got?
LCL: The Appeal Court hearing has been set for next Tuesday, April 2nd, with briefs due by Monday at noon.
JH: That’s fast, but pretty much what I expected. We will do our best.
LCL: I’m sure you will buddy. And Miss Moore’s first caning is set for this Friday at 10:00 AM. VIP seats have, of course, be reserved for you and your assistant. Would you need any more places?
JH: Wait a minute! How can the caning be scheduled for Friday? Her appeal hasn’t been heard yet.
LCL: The appeal is on the death sentence. That is entered automatically with the court. The caning is a separate sentence, and that appeal must be filed by you, and you haven’t done so.
JH: Shit, I thought it was all covered by the automatic. How do I file?
LCL: Tough luck, friend. It is too late. You have a strict deadline of 36 hours after the sentence to appeal. According to the court, that expired at 5:05 AM this morning. That’s why they waited until today to schedule the caning.
JH: Shit, Damn! You mean she gets the full caning no matter what happens on Appeal?
LCL: ‘Fraid so. The prison has split it into two parts, “for health and safety considerations.” The first half, twenty, will be this Friday and the second twenty next Friday.
JH: Are you sure there is no way I can appeal or delay it?
LCL: Not any way in hell, chum. If I were you, I’d concentrate on the death penalty appeal. Her delectable ass is a lost cause.
JH: Oh, Shit! God, how could I screwup like this? I’ve let her down badly!
LCL: Don’t beat yourself up, chum. You’ve a bad client there. She’s brought it all on herrself. You’ve fought a good fight! So, do you need more spaces?
JH: Two tickets will do. Everyone here wants to forget that they’ve ever heard Barbara’s name. We even reached out to her home state congressional delegation to support, but they turned us down cold. It seems her University wants it over and done with as soon as possible.
LCL: Why doesn’t that surprise me? A messenger will deliver the tickets this afternoon.
JH: Thanks. It will just be me and my assistant, Amanda.
LCL: That hot little blonde? What a cute little package she is! I’d gladly cross-examine her testimony!
JH: Leave the kid alone, Lee! She’s only nineteen, for Christ’s sake!
LCL: Old enough to… Ha! Ok, I’ll leave you to “educate” her.
JH: It’s not like that! (protested Jeffrey as he thought to himself, yes, it was like that). Anyway, I’ll see you at the prison.
Jeffrey rang off and went to the conference room to tell Amanda. As he broke the bad news, confessing how he’d let down Barbara, he began crying. Amanda, overcome with sympathy, rushed to comfort him with a long, close hug which ended, without either planning to do so, in a kiss.
Barbara was still in shock as the guards went to escort her out. Slowly regaining her senses, a thought came. She turned back to the Commandant and said,
“Pardon me, Commandant. There is something I would like to bring up.”
Mamat looked up from his paperwork with an expression of surprise. “Really, Miss Moore. What would that be?”
“I would like respectfully to lodge an official complaint.”
Imran pulled his truncheon out threateningly, and Barbara cringed. The Commandant gestured with his hand to halt. The chief guard stood at ease, but with the weapon ready at hand.
“A moment chief guard. Let me hear what the prisoner has to say. I assume she knows the kinds of penalties around here for unjust accusations.”
Barb cowered from Imran and swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir, I do. But this is a case of incompetence that you will want to be aware of.”
“I am interested. Please explain.
“It is Client Services and Housekeeping. They promised me a new bed day before yesterday and an iPhone and a new laptop yesterday. Since then, they have been nowhere to be seen. I think you should be aware of their shortcoming! And make sure I get my things!” Barb said this all quickly, hoping Imran wouldn’t strike her before she finished.
The Commandant looked at Barb with a concerned face for a few moments and then threw back his head and burst out laughing. The two guards joined in.
“Really, Commandant, I don’t believe it is a laughing matter. These people should be held to account,” Barb said, very offended at this response.
After a few moments, the Commandant got control of himself and looked at Barb with tears in his eyes from laughter. “Have Goh and Huat been around to play their joke on you? Ha! There are no Client Services in Changi, girl. They are two matrons from the wing for the mentally disturbed. They get bored and like to tease gullible new prisoners. Lord! They didn't promise you a special diet too? How about cable and a flat-screen TV? It’s just too funny!” He and the men began laughing again.
Barb was speechless, staring in despair and humiliation at the men. She muttered under her breath, “And two glasses a day of Reisling.” They heard her and laughed even harder.
“Please, guards, get her out of here, gasp,” said bin Osman. I’m going to pass out from laughing!”
Barb was hooded and taken back to her cell.
American Embassy Wednesday, 9:45 AM
Jeffrey Hodges was at his desk, catching up on paperwork he had been forced to neglect over the last two days. He’d left Amanda pouring over the book and papers in the conference room. She was a positive marvel, No legal training, yet she’d taken to legal research like the proverbial fish to water. He had been reluctant to leave her alone (not the least because her outfit today, a looser shirt and a shorter skirt, was, if anything, more seductive than yesterday). But he had to get some of this stuff done.
Just then, his phone rang. He answered and found Lee Cher Leng, the Deputy Attorney General assigned to Barb’s case, on the other end.
LCL: Good morning. How are you, Jeffrey? Lee appeared to be in a particularly pleasant mood this day.
JH: Fine, Lee. Yourself?
LCL: Top of the world. Couldn’t be better! Say, chum. I’m calling to give you a heads-up on some dates that have been established in Miss Moore’s case.
JH: Sounds good. What have you got?
LCL: The Appeal Court hearing has been set for next Tuesday, April 2nd, with briefs due by Monday at noon.
JH: That’s fast, but pretty much what I expected. We will do our best.
LCL: I’m sure you will buddy. And Miss Moore’s first caning is set for this Friday at 10:00 AM. VIP seats have, of course, be reserved for you and your assistant. Would you need any more places?
JH: Wait a minute! How can the caning be scheduled for Friday? Her appeal hasn’t been heard yet.
LCL: The appeal is on the death sentence. That is entered automatically with the court. The caning is a separate sentence, and that appeal must be filed by you, and you haven’t done so.
JH: Shit, I thought it was all covered by the automatic. How do I file?
LCL: Tough luck, friend. It is too late. You have a strict deadline of 36 hours after the sentence to appeal. According to the court, that expired at 5:05 AM this morning. That’s why they waited until today to schedule the caning.
JH: Shit, Damn! You mean she gets the full caning no matter what happens on Appeal?
LCL: ‘Fraid so. The prison has split it into two parts, “for health and safety considerations.” The first half, twenty, will be this Friday and the second twenty next Friday.
JH: Are you sure there is no way I can appeal or delay it?
LCL: Not any way in hell, chum. If I were you, I’d concentrate on the death penalty appeal. Her delectable ass is a lost cause.
JH: Oh, Shit! God, how could I screwup like this? I’ve let her down badly!
LCL: Don’t beat yourself up, chum. You’ve a bad client there. She’s brought it all on herrself. You’ve fought a good fight! So, do you need more spaces?
JH: Two tickets will do. Everyone here wants to forget that they’ve ever heard Barbara’s name. We even reached out to her home state congressional delegation to support, but they turned us down cold. It seems her University wants it over and done with as soon as possible.
LCL: Why doesn’t that surprise me? A messenger will deliver the tickets this afternoon.
JH: Thanks. It will just be me and my assistant, Amanda.
LCL: That hot little blonde? What a cute little package she is! I’d gladly cross-examine her testimony!
JH: Leave the kid alone, Lee! She’s only nineteen, for Christ’s sake!
LCL: Old enough to… Ha! Ok, I’ll leave you to “educate” her.
JH: It’s not like that! (protested Jeffrey as he thought to himself, yes, it was like that). Anyway, I’ll see you at the prison.
Jeffrey rang off and went to the conference room to tell Amanda. As he broke the bad news, confessing how he’d let down Barbara, he began crying. Amanda, overcome with sympathy, rushed to comfort him with a long, close hug which ended, without either planning to do so, in a kiss.
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That was a very funny piece today, PrPr ... even if it was at my expense. Too bad he didn’t die laughing
Speaking of lodging complaints:
Dear Board of Regents, Minnesota State University System
I wish to bring to your attention the flagrantly callous treatment I have received from officialdom on my home campus in this, my hour of dire need.
As I am sure you all agree, there is an institutional responsibility to support faculty who, through no fault of their own, find themselves in deep shit in shithole countries.
Please send cash and legal assistance soon, as the fucking bastards who have me imprisoned here are planning to hang or impale me to death in about two weeks.
Help!!!
Your humble servant
Dr. Barbara Ann Moore
Assistant Professor
Women’s Studies
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you. I waited a long time to spring the trap. "I was promised Reisling!" "You can't handle Reisling!" apologies to a "A Few Good Men."
twonines
LIMERICUS
What an eloquent plea, and so delicately phrased,how could they possibly refuse!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It is heartwarming to see Babara retain her courage and feistiness even with such horrible clouds looming over her.
When she is taken to be caned, will she submit, or will she fight?
twonines
LIMERICUS
Will she have a choice?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Lapan Belas, Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wed. 11:30 AM
Back in her cell, Barbara tried to take it all in. They were going to cane her in two days. And then again a week later. And, a week after that, was her execution! If she’d ever had reasons for despair, she had now! Shivering with fear, sweating, waves of panic sweeping over her, Barb ‘s thoughts were a wild jumble of terror.
Also, though she knew it was only a trivial matter, the promises of a better bed, food, and even wine were gone. Somehow, that seemed to hurt the most!
Commandant’s Office, Changi, 11:50 AM
Mamat bin Osman was finishing his checklist and examining envelopes when the chief guard knocked.
“Enter.”
“You sent for me, Sir?”
“Ah, yes. Imran Awang. I want to thank you for handling the Barbara Moore situation so professionally.”
“Thank you, Commandant. Just my job. My people have made extra effort to make it successful.”
“Indeed. Pass on my thanks to them as well. You heard the schedule for Miss Moore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to make clear the importance of her being in the best possible condition for the public caning on Friday. She must receive no punishment or injury between now and then, no chance of marks!”
“Of course, Sir. What about the standard night before 'stress'?”
“Oh, that will be fine. Absolutely no evidence remains. Please introduce the bitch to that.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
“You may leave. Please ask my secretary to enter.”
Imran saluted and exited. A moment later, the secretary entered.
“Please have these delivered by messengers this afternoon. Highest priority.”
“Yes, Sir.” The secretary took the envelope and left.
Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wed. 11:55 AM
When the guards saw Dr. Chunhua Liú appear at Moore’s cell, they were not surprised. Orders had come down from the Commandant that Dr. Liú would be visiting Barbara regularly and was to be freely admitted.
Though Chunhua greeted Barb cheerfully when she entered the cell, the prisoner still cowered back in a corner as if in terror. Coming closer, Barb relaxed as she recognized the doctor. Even when she was more relaxed, Chunhua noted a haunted look Barb’s eyes. Adopting her softest, bedside manner, Liú proceeded to a complete exam. Despite her appearance, Barbara was in remarkable good shape even though she’d been in custody for most of a month.
As directed by the Commandant, she examined the injuries on Moore’s butt. She was pleased to see them almost completely healed. Only on close examination was any sign of the previous caning evident. Chunhua moved on, “I think I remove foot wrap now.”
Barb cried out and shrank away, “No! Please.”
Chunhua tried to reassure her. “It be very OK. You need let blood circulate now. Heal faster.”
“Will it hurt?” Barb’s question revealed a powerful fear.
“Hardly at all. I do it slowly.”
“Are you sure,” Barb asking in the voice of a scared little girl.
“Trust me,” said Chunhua, placing her hand gently on Barb’s arm. “It needs to be done, and it won’t be bad at all.”
Barb nodded tentatively, and the doctor took her left foot and tenderly began unwrapping the bandage. After a moment, Barb said, “I feel prickles!”
“That’s just the blood circulating. I’ll pause and let it normalize.”
Indeed, in a minute, the tingling ceased, and Chunhua was able to complete removing the wrap. With relief, Barb allowed her to remove the other.
Dr. Liú examined Barbara’s feet with a touch like soft velvet. She found the swelling sharply reduced and no signs of breakage or severe damage.
“You are healing well, Miss Moore. In another twenty-four hours, you will be able to walk without pain.”
“Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.” Barb’s attitude toward the Chinese doctor was improving as she experienced the gentle, healing touch.
“I be back to see you the next two mornings. Please rest,” said Chunhua as she went to the door. “You will need all strength.”
Barb thanked her, though she wondered how much opportunity the guards would give her for rest.
City of Singapore, Afternoon Wednesday, March 27th, 2019
Bike messengers fanned out from Changi prison throughout the streets of Singapore. To the Chambers Rut Betar-Gisber at the State Courts Building, on Havelock Square, a thick envelope was handed in. At the Attorney General’s Chambers on Upper Pickering Street, a delivery for Lee Leng; at the Ministry of Home Affairs on Irrawaddy Rd. for the First Minister; at the Central Narcotics bureau on New Bridge Street for Lieutenant Rogers. Last but not least, an envelope was delivered for Jeffrey Hodges at the US Embassy on Napier Street.
Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wednesday, 12:20 PM
Soon after the doctor left, the guard brought Barb’s lunch. Despite her worries, she ate the meal with the most gusto in days. She was starving.
As the afternoon wore on, she was always apprehensive of the guards coming to abuse her. There were two standard inspections, humiliating but in no way especially abusive. Dinner came and went without incident. An evening inspection by Imran and his chums was particularly invasive, but not otherwise brutal. Lights out came, and Barb, tired from the long hard night before, unmolested, fell peacefully asleep.
[Redacted] Classic Bungalow, Yarwood Avenue, Singapore, Wednesday 8:00 PM
The tall, slender Malay woman in a long raincoat walked up the familiar driveway in front of the modest appearing Bungalow in the toniest neighborhood in Singapore. As she neared the door, she felt her pussy moisten even as she shivered in fear.
She continued to the front door, where she rapped softly. After a little while, the
door was opened by a much older Malay lady, who asked in a cross voice, “What is the meaning of this, little girl?”
The younger one shed her coat, showing a skimpy girl’s pinafore, with a plunging neckline and extremely short skirts, white knee socks, and black Mary Janes.
“I’m sorry, Mama Rut!” she said in a little girl’s frightened voice. “I did nakal (Malay: naughty) things with a man last night!“
“Oh! You are such bd gadis kecil (bad small girl), Josephine. Now get in here and get down on your knees. I want to hear all the kotor (filthy) things you did.” A flush rose on her cheeks.
“Yes, Mama,” the younger replied, sinking to her knees, crossing her arms behind her back and sticking out her breasts. “Will you have to punish me?” she asked in a voice trembling with fear and excitement.
“It pains me. However, I must punish you!” the other said, picking up a long thin cane. “A anak perempuan (lit. girl child) like you must know to protect her kesucian (purity, virginity) from predator men.”
“Yes, Mama,” said Josephine, her cheers already red with desire.
“I need to blister your pantat (butt), so you will learn. I will cane you to hurt so badly that you’ll still have trouble sitting on Friday!
Josephine’s eyes went wide. “Oh, No, Mama! I have to be there!”
Rut smiled evilly. “You will be there, anak saya (my child). But you will sit on a burning red bottom as you watch Barbara Moore’s pantat be destroyed! Now raise your skirt.”
Back in her cell, Barbara tried to take it all in. They were going to cane her in two days. And then again a week later. And, a week after that, was her execution! If she’d ever had reasons for despair, she had now! Shivering with fear, sweating, waves of panic sweeping over her, Barb ‘s thoughts were a wild jumble of terror.
Also, though she knew it was only a trivial matter, the promises of a better bed, food, and even wine were gone. Somehow, that seemed to hurt the most!
Commandant’s Office, Changi, 11:50 AM
Mamat bin Osman was finishing his checklist and examining envelopes when the chief guard knocked.
“Enter.”
“You sent for me, Sir?”
“Ah, yes. Imran Awang. I want to thank you for handling the Barbara Moore situation so professionally.”
“Thank you, Commandant. Just my job. My people have made extra effort to make it successful.”
“Indeed. Pass on my thanks to them as well. You heard the schedule for Miss Moore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to make clear the importance of her being in the best possible condition for the public caning on Friday. She must receive no punishment or injury between now and then, no chance of marks!”
“Of course, Sir. What about the standard night before 'stress'?”
“Oh, that will be fine. Absolutely no evidence remains. Please introduce the bitch to that.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
“You may leave. Please ask my secretary to enter.”
Imran saluted and exited. A moment later, the secretary entered.
“Please have these delivered by messengers this afternoon. Highest priority.”
“Yes, Sir.” The secretary took the envelope and left.
Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wed. 11:55 AM
When the guards saw Dr. Chunhua Liú appear at Moore’s cell, they were not surprised. Orders had come down from the Commandant that Dr. Liú would be visiting Barbara regularly and was to be freely admitted.
Though Chunhua greeted Barb cheerfully when she entered the cell, the prisoner still cowered back in a corner as if in terror. Coming closer, Barb relaxed as she recognized the doctor. Even when she was more relaxed, Chunhua noted a haunted look Barb’s eyes. Adopting her softest, bedside manner, Liú proceeded to a complete exam. Despite her appearance, Barbara was in remarkable good shape even though she’d been in custody for most of a month.
As directed by the Commandant, she examined the injuries on Moore’s butt. She was pleased to see them almost completely healed. Only on close examination was any sign of the previous caning evident. Chunhua moved on, “I think I remove foot wrap now.”
Barb cried out and shrank away, “No! Please.”
Chunhua tried to reassure her. “It be very OK. You need let blood circulate now. Heal faster.”
“Will it hurt?” Barb’s question revealed a powerful fear.
“Hardly at all. I do it slowly.”
“Are you sure,” Barb asking in the voice of a scared little girl.
“Trust me,” said Chunhua, placing her hand gently on Barb’s arm. “It needs to be done, and it won’t be bad at all.”
Barb nodded tentatively, and the doctor took her left foot and tenderly began unwrapping the bandage. After a moment, Barb said, “I feel prickles!”
“That’s just the blood circulating. I’ll pause and let it normalize.”
Indeed, in a minute, the tingling ceased, and Chunhua was able to complete removing the wrap. With relief, Barb allowed her to remove the other.
Dr. Liú examined Barbara’s feet with a touch like soft velvet. She found the swelling sharply reduced and no signs of breakage or severe damage.
“You are healing well, Miss Moore. In another twenty-four hours, you will be able to walk without pain.”
“Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.” Barb’s attitude toward the Chinese doctor was improving as she experienced the gentle, healing touch.
“I be back to see you the next two mornings. Please rest,” said Chunhua as she went to the door. “You will need all strength.”
Barb thanked her, though she wondered how much opportunity the guards would give her for rest.
City of Singapore, Afternoon Wednesday, March 27th, 2019
Bike messengers fanned out from Changi prison throughout the streets of Singapore. To the Chambers Rut Betar-Gisber at the State Courts Building, on Havelock Square, a thick envelope was handed in. At the Attorney General’s Chambers on Upper Pickering Street, a delivery for Lee Leng; at the Ministry of Home Affairs on Irrawaddy Rd. for the First Minister; at the Central Narcotics bureau on New Bridge Street for Lieutenant Rogers. Last but not least, an envelope was delivered for Jeffrey Hodges at the US Embassy on Napier Street.
Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wednesday, 12:20 PM
Soon after the doctor left, the guard brought Barb’s lunch. Despite her worries, she ate the meal with the most gusto in days. She was starving.
As the afternoon wore on, she was always apprehensive of the guards coming to abuse her. There were two standard inspections, humiliating but in no way especially abusive. Dinner came and went without incident. An evening inspection by Imran and his chums was particularly invasive, but not otherwise brutal. Lights out came, and Barb, tired from the long hard night before, unmolested, fell peacefully asleep.
[Redacted] Classic Bungalow, Yarwood Avenue, Singapore, Wednesday 8:00 PM
The tall, slender Malay woman in a long raincoat walked up the familiar driveway in front of the modest appearing Bungalow in the toniest neighborhood in Singapore. As she neared the door, she felt her pussy moisten even as she shivered in fear.
She continued to the front door, where she rapped softly. After a little while, the
door was opened by a much older Malay lady, who asked in a cross voice, “What is the meaning of this, little girl?”
The younger one shed her coat, showing a skimpy girl’s pinafore, with a plunging neckline and extremely short skirts, white knee socks, and black Mary Janes.
“I’m sorry, Mama Rut!” she said in a little girl’s frightened voice. “I did nakal (Malay: naughty) things with a man last night!“
“Oh! You are such bd gadis kecil (bad small girl), Josephine. Now get in here and get down on your knees. I want to hear all the kotor (filthy) things you did.” A flush rose on her cheeks.
“Yes, Mama,” the younger replied, sinking to her knees, crossing her arms behind her back and sticking out her breasts. “Will you have to punish me?” she asked in a voice trembling with fear and excitement.
“It pains me. However, I must punish you!” the other said, picking up a long thin cane. “A anak perempuan (lit. girl child) like you must know to protect her kesucian (purity, virginity) from predator men.”
“Yes, Mama,” said Josephine, her cheers already red with desire.
“I need to blister your pantat (butt), so you will learn. I will cane you to hurt so badly that you’ll still have trouble sitting on Friday!
Josephine’s eyes went wide. “Oh, No, Mama! I have to be there!”
Rut smiled evilly. “You will be there, anak saya (my child). But you will sit on a burning red bottom as you watch Barbara Moore’s pantat be destroyed! Now raise your skirt.”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I'm always sympathetic with regard to you, Barb!
twonines
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Don`t be too complacent,despite all the ill treatment you have suffered,they mean to have you in the best possible condition when you are caned. Remember when you are secured to that frame,every inch of you will be blatantly displayed. Signs of mistreatment would be patently obvious and embarrassing to the powers that be. They are not concerned with your welfare,just protecting their own interests,sorry!!
twonines
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You just have an unusual way of showing it.I'm always sympathetic with regard to you, Barb!