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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga

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twonines said:
He`s a lucky dog that Jeffrey,first he`s going to get a close up view of Barb`s exposed assets and watch her erotic responses to that dreadful cane,now it looks as though he may enjoy an inebriated Amanda as dessert.
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:(I don't think Amanda is "that type of girl."
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Dua Puluh Lima Reception Hall, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:21 AM

Wearing a broad smile, the immaculately uniformed Commandant stepped up to greet the Americans.

“Mr. Hodges, I am glad to welcome you again to Changi, though I recognize you must regret the reason. However, please introduce me to your lovely assistant. I had the opportunity to admire her from a distance in court, but we have not formally been introduced. If you would, Mr. Hodges?”

“Of course. Amanda, may I present The Commandant of Changi Prison Complex, Major Mamat bin Osman. Mamat, this is Amanda Jones, a student at Georgetown University in the US Capital. She is here as an intern for this semester and is serving as my law clerk.”

“You will be doubly served, Mr. Hodges, if her legal talents match her appearance. It is my deep honor and pleasure to meet you, Miss. Jones.” With that, he took her proffered hand. But, rather than shaking it, he bowed stiffly from the waist and lightly kissed her hand. Amanda, the simple girl from a working-class home in Wisconsin, blushed deeply at the gallant gesture.

“What do you think of our upgraded entertainment venue, Mr. Hodges? We have been able to do it all with no government money, just the proceeds of ticket sales and television rights.” He didn’t mention the more considerable sums derived from transactions on the dark web, which found their way into other coffers. “See those chandeliers,” pointing upward, “we commissioned them from the American artist, Dale Chihuly from Seattle. We had him reproduce the work that hangs in the atrium lobby on the Disney Wonder Cruise Ship. Miss Jones, I understand he attended the University of Wisconsin–Madison in your home town.”

“Oh my gosh, really?” Amanda responded. “I went to school just blocks from the University! I always so envied the students there. Major, this is really the loveliest room. It all looks so rich and fancy. Gosh, I can’t believe how beautiful it all is!”

Even maintaining his disciplined posture, Mamat could not help but be charmed by the girl’s innocent manner and bright enthusiasm.

“As I said, Mr. Hodges,” said the Major, turning to Jeffrey and winking. “You are doubly blessed!”

Just then, the Commandant spied another guest arriving. He turned to Jeffrey and said, “I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges, but I must greet a new guest. Miss Jones,” he said, taking Amanda’s hand and again bowing to kiss it, “I can only say that I eagerly await our next meeting!” With that, he turned and strode away.

“What a wonderfully polite man!” said Amanda. Such posh manners!” Jeffrey smiled, knowing the Commandant’s manners were impeccable, but his attention to Amanda was driven by his appreciation of her strong sex appeal.

A waitress came around with a tray of Champagne flutes. She was wearing a skimpy black and white outfit that revealed far more then the average waitress would. Jeffrey noted her gold name tag, “Charlotte, Forgery.” When he asked its meaning, she replied meekly, with downcast eyes. “That was the crime for which I was sentenced to Changi. The Commandant has generously attempted to train me for a more productive occupation when I am released.”

Jeffrey took a glass to fortify himself for the ordeal ahead while Amanda refused.

“I’d advise you have at least one to be prepared for the caning.”

“I can’t, I’m not 21,” Amanda replied, blushing.

“Drinking age in Singapore is 18,” said Jeffrey grabbing a second glass and handing it to her. “I’m sure you’ve had your share at Georgetown parties; here you can drink legally.”

Amanda shyly took the glass. In truth, she’d never had alcohol. Her family were strict teetotallers. Amanda herself wasn’t one to break the rules, especially the law! Also, she was very reticent socially. She didn’t date in High School to concentrate on her studies and cheerleading. In college, she had been asked many times, but only went out a few times on what weren’t so much dates as group activities.

When Jones came to Singapore this February, she had resolved to get much-needed practice with adult social skills. Jeffrey was her first attempt. However, there was no way she would let him know how inexperienced she was. That was why Amanda tried to dress and act like a mature woman. She worried that her size already invited him to think of her as a little girl.

“To saving Miss Moore,” said Jeffrey, clicking glasses. “Bottoms up,” and he drained his glass. Amanda, not to seem disloyal, did the same. The sweet wine went down remarkably easy, though she did cough lightly on the bubbles.

“Atta, girl,” said Jeffrey, turning to the waitress and exchanging their empty glasses for fresh, handed one to Amanda. Then another waitress appeared with appetizers. They each grabbed a chicken satay with peanut sauce dip. It was delicious! The hot peanut sauce made Amanda sip more at her wine.

When the waitress bent down to retrieve used napkins from a side table, Jeffrey was astonished and delighted to be able to look down the front of her dress and see her bare breasts and nipples.

Amanda caught his leer. She surreptitiously unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. She wasn’t going to let an inmate waitress steal Mr. Hodges’ attention.

“Jeffrey.” He turned from the mammary display back to Amanda, who was displaying some of her own. “Mr. Hodges, I want to thank you for including me in your work and the trial and especially bringing me to this. I have never been treated so generously in my life. Gosh, you are very special!”

Jeffrey almost blushed at the praise and the view down Amanda’s gaping blouse. He was thinking how to respond without merely inviting her to a hotel room then and there, when he glimp[sed Judge Rut Betar-Gisber seeking his attention and imperiously waved him over to where she was “holding court” attended by Josephine and Justices Gamble and Lin from Barbara’s trial.

“I’m sorry, Amanda. That was very sweet, and we can talk more later, but Justice Gisber is waving for me, and one doesn’t ignore Her Ladyship. You wait here. You aren’t needed, and I want to spare you from having to deal with the ‘Dragon Lady.’”

His comment drew a loud laugh from the girl, who was beginning to feel her second glass of champagne.

“OK, but do hurry back, I don’t know anyone here.” She said, fluttering her eyelids rather blatantly at him. Jeffrey now very much wanted to stay with this sweet young thing, but duty called. He gave her a wink and promised that he would return shortly.

Amanda, left alone and feeling out of her depth in the fancy crowd, toward an empty corner and nervously finished her second glass.

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Excellent episode PrPr! Is it just me, or is anyone else hoping (maybe beyond hope) that Amanda in some way falls foul of the law!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Amanda shyly took the glass. In truth, she’d never had alcohol. Her family were strict teetotallers. Amanda herself wasn’t one to break the rules, especially the law! Also, she was very reticent socially. She didn’t date in High School to concentrate on her studies and cheerleading. In college, she had been asked many times, but only went out a few times on what weren’t so much dates as group activities.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Amanda caught his leer. She surreptitiously unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. She wasn’t going to let an inmate waitress steal Mr. Hodges’ attention.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
“OK, but do hurry back, I don’t know anyone here.” She said, fluttering her eyelids rather blatantly at him.
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Amanda is of the type I just love to despise. Watch out! Not to be trusted!
 
The debonaire Lieutenant Rogers makes his move:

Dua Puluh Enam Reception Hall, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:30 AM
“So good to see you, Mr. Hodges,” said Rut, extending her hand for a ring kiss. “You know everyone here,” waving around the group. “I hope we are still friends after your defeat in court on Monday. I am forced to concede that you did very well for a new and non-native attorney!”

“I would feel that I had done better if I’d won.” Replied Jeffrey.

“Now, now, Mr.Hodges,” said Justice Gamble. “Surely, you know that even a great lawyer doesn’t win every time.”

“Oh, I accept that, Justice. But I am getting tired of my losing streak before Her Ladyship.” Jeffrey said, raising his glass to the formidable woman and smiling in self-deprecation.

The circle laughed at his well-worded response, and all proceeded to complement his work.

“I for one, Jeffrey, do not regard you as an easy opponent,” said Lee Leng. You keep me on my toes!”

“Just like Miss Moore will be in a little while,” suggested First Minister Josephine. The circle, except Hodges, laughed heartily at her witticism.

“Please, Mr. Hodges,” Josephine chided. You are not among enemies. You mustn’t take a little defeat too seriously.” She leaned slightly into him, cocked her head slightly, and her tongue touched her lips for a barely perceptible moment in a signal that was not lost on the handsome lawyer. “We wish to get to know you better and become friends.”

Reception Hall, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:31 AM
At the sideboard covered with food, Jimmy Rogers was gorging himself appetizers and hors d'oeuvres at top speed while washing them down with glasses of the champagne. When his greasy hands weren’t full of food, he was painfully pinching the waitresses’ bottoms or exploring their deep cleavage.
Jimmy noticed Jeffrey and Amanda the moment they entered, and had kept an eagle eye on them (mostly on Amanda) ever since. God, he thought, that is a hot piece of young pussy! The way she flaunts it, she’ll fuck anything in pants. And that anything might as well be me!
When Jeffrey walked away to meet the justices, the narcotics agent decided to make his move. Jimmy grabbed two full glasses and moved toward the girl as fast as his bloated bulk could go.

Amanda finished her second glass of champagne while staring longingly at Jeffrey, wanting him back. She was feeling noticeably light-headed.

“Has Prince Charming deserted you, sweetcheeks?” came a cloying voice in her ear.
Amanda jerked around to find a short, fat man standing just inches from her, while blatantly looking down her blouse.
She recognized the drug agent from Barbara’s trial, something Rogers. Barbara had sworn he was a lier. Amanda, from her time as a cheerleader, was very much a team player. Her intense loyalty to Barbara as her client, gave her an instant dislike for Rogers. His appearance and his leering approach now converted that feeling to one of disgust.
Short, only matching her in her heels, he was grossly overweight. He covered a mostly bald pate with a greasy and obvious comb-over that merely served to emphasize the hair loss. His eyes were very close-set and seemed lost in the puffy fat of his face, like pigs eyes. She was utterly disgusted with this repulsive man standing intimately close to her and looking her over like a piece of meat.

Amanda tried to back away from Jimmy to establish a reasonable, less-intimate distance. But she had already retreated to an empty corner of the room. Now, one step backward brought her against the wall, and Jimmy just stepped in to close the gap. The two of them were alone, inches apart, with no way for her to retreat farther.
“Here, let me, girly girl,” he said, taking her empty glass and substituting a full one. He handed the empty glass to a passing waitress and then sharply pinched her butt, eliciting a squeal.
“Those inmate waitress whores are just here to entertain us, you know,” he said, turning back to Amanda. “But they can’t hold a candle to a juicy young piece like you, honey!”
Amanda held the glass before her as a slight barrier and sipped nervously at the sweet wine. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t quite get control of her thoughts or her speech.
“Thank you…you are too kind…Sir. I...I really must be going.” She tried sliding slightly to her right to escape.
Jimmy placed his hand against the wall blocking her and leaned in either closer. He knew how to manipulate and control stupid cunts. He’d gotten his way with many during his time with CNB. And none had dared complain against a CNB officer. He felt his cock swell hard.

“Now, don’t be a cock-tease, girly. You know that you have nowhere to go until we see the caning. Are you looking forward to that?” Rogers asked, coming even close, his foul breath assaulting her senses. “Seeing Miss Moore’s lovely ass, naked and spread, her pussy open for all to see, her cheeks welted and cut by the cane, her cries and sighs of agony? It can be very erotic if you let it.” His free hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
“Please, I…I don’t. Please. Let me go.” Why wouldn’t her mind focus? Why did she feel so helpless? Amanda downed her drink to calm the tightness in her throat.
“Let you go, dearie? When we’re having such fun?” Jimmy trailed his index finger down the side of her delicate throat and then onto her chest between the open collar of her sheer blouse. Simultaneously, she felt a bead of nervous perspiration run between her breasts.
“You and I both know you dressed this way to get a real man to notice and want to fuck you. Well, I’ve noticed you, and we can now proceed to the fucking part.”

Jimmy placed the two empty glasses on a waitress’s tray and turned back to his prey. This little slut was his!
“Now, where were we?” he asked, allowing his finger to resume its exploration of her deep cleavage. After leering down her front, he looked closely into her eyes. “No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl?” Jimmy slipped his other hand to her hip and around to grasp a curvy asscheek. Amanda gave a soft, high cry like a little girl. “God, you have sexy hips and ass. That skirt does nothing to hide your treasures, does it? I guess we both know what you are looking for, you little slut!”
Her mind reeling, Amanda could only meekly protest as the disgusting man freely took liberties with her body. Murmuring, “No, no.” and grasping at his hands to stop him, the girl, semi-inebriated and with virtually no dating experience, was utterly out of her depth. As his one hand began to rub her hardening nipple, and his other slipped beneath the hemline of her daringly short skirt, Amanda was ashamed to feel her body respond and was at her wits’ end.

Jimmy pressed ahead. His finger pinched her nipple while his other hand slipped under her skirt and slid up her thigh to touch her thong covered cunt. Amanda opened her mouth in an “O!” of shock and pain. Seeing his opportunity, Jimmy leaned forward and drove his tongue deep in her sweet mouth.
Amanda flushing with fear and arousal, pressed against Rogers’ shoulders to push him away. But the obese man was too strong. He thrust his tongue deeper on her mouth, savoring her sweet, innocent taste. His one hand pinched hard on her sensitive nipple, while his other pushed aside the tiny thong and rubbed directly on her cunt lips.

Just then, Jeffrey Hodges returned to see the two in the passionate embrace. A painful combination of embarrassment, disapproval, and jealousy swept over him.
“Amanda!” he thundered in a voice of harsh criticism. Both turned to him.

“Amanda, Mr. Rogers. Please, have some dignity. You are in public at a refined gathering!”
At his intrusion, Jimmy drew back. He had no desire to fight with the American. He had succeeded already beyond his wildest expectations. This little American slut was now his for the taking.
“Of course, Mr. Hodges,” he said with a slight nod to the lawyer. Looking back to Amanda, he winked and said. “There’s more of me whenever you want it, girly. Until then.”

“Amanda, I can’t believe that…”
“Oh, Jeffrey! I’m so sorry! You see, It wasn’t…I didn’t…Oh No!... Please, I…”
“I don’t want to talk about it now,” Hodges said, looking away from her in disgust. “We will be going to the caning any minute. Please, just don’t embarrass me any further!”
The stood in silence for a few minutes with Amanda silently weeping in shame, and Jeffrey stood stiffly, refusing to look at her.

The waitress named Charlotte, Forgerer, stepped to the middle of the room and struck a triangle chime. The room fell silent, and the Commandant spoke.
“I thank you all for your attendance and support of the mission of Changi Prison. I must go now and ensure that all is prepared and will go smoothly. In a few moments, my lovely Charlotte here,” he turned to the girl and patted her back, daringly close to her ass, “will ring another chime. You must then proceed in. The ushers will show you to your seats, and the waitresses will bring you anything you desire. But move promptly. The ceremony will begin exactly at 10:00 AM!”
 
Barbaria1 said:
Ceremony??? Ceremony??? Ceremony, my ass!!!

( well I suppose now that I think about it ... I guess it is about my ass)

In any case, I don’t have to worry about the ex-cheerleader anymoore. She’s gone and soiled her nest with Jeffrey, hasn’t she?
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I suppose Amanda`s humiliation may provide something on which to focus while Mr.Ng has another go at destroying your tight little. A very small crumb of comfort though.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
The debonaire Lieutenant Rogers makes his move:

Dua Puluh Enam Reception Hall, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:30 AM
“So good to see you, Mr. Hodges,” said Rut, extending her hand for a ring kiss. “You know everyone here,” waving around the group. “I hope we are still friends after your defeat in court on Monday. I am forced to concede that you did very well for a new and non-native attorney!”

“I would feel that I had done better if I’d won.” Replied Jeffrey.

“Now, now, Mr.Hodges,” said Justice Gamble. “Surely, you know that even a great lawyer doesn’t win every time.”

“Oh, I accept that, Justice. But I am getting tired of my losing streak before Her Ladyship.” Jeffrey said, raising his glass to the formidable woman and smiling in self-deprecation.

The circle laughed at his well-worded response, and all proceeded to complement his work.

“I for one, Jeffrey, do not regard you as an easy opponent,” said Lee Leng. You keep me on my toes!”

“Just like Miss Moore will be in a little while,” suggested First Minister Josephine. The circle, except Hodges, laughed heartily at her witticism.

“Please, Mr. Hodges,” Josephine chided. You are not among enemies. You mustn’t take a little defeat too seriously.” She leaned slightly into him, cocked her head slightly, and her tongue touched her lips for a barely perceptible moment in a signal that was not lost on the handsome lawyer. “We wish to get to know you better and become friends.”

Reception Hall, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:31 AM
At the sideboard covered with food, Jimmy Rogers was gorging himself appetizers and hors d'oeuvres at top speed while washing them down with glasses of the champagne. When his greasy hands weren’t full of food, he was painfully pinching the waitresses’ bottoms or exploring their deep cleavage.
Jimmy noticed Jeffrey and Amanda the moment they entered, and had kept an eagle eye on them (mostly on Amanda) ever since. God, he thought, that is a hot piece of young pussy! The way she flaunts it, she’ll fuck anything in pants. And that anything might as well be me!
When Jeffrey walked away to meet the justices, the narcotics agent decided to make his move. Jimmy grabbed two full glasses and moved toward the girl as fast as his bloated bulk could go.

Amanda finished her second glass of champagne while staring longingly at Jeffrey, wanting him back. She was feeling noticeably light-headed.

“Has Prince Charming deserted you, sweetcheeks?” came a cloying voice in her ear.
Amanda jerked around to find a short, fat man standing just inches from her, while blatantly looking down her blouse.
She recognized the drug agent from Barbara’s trial, something Rogers. Barbara had sworn he was a lier. Amanda, from her time as a cheerleader, was very much a team player. Her intense loyalty to Barbara as her client, gave her an instant dislike for Rogers. His appearance and his leering approach now converted that feeling to one of disgust.
Short, only matching her in her heels, he was grossly overweight. He covered a mostly bald pate with a greasy and obvious comb-over that merely served to emphasize the hair loss. His eyes were very close-set and seemed lost in the puffy fat of his face, like pigs eyes. She was utterly disgusted with this repulsive man standing intimately close to her and looking her over like a piece of meat.

Amanda tried to back away from Jimmy to establish a reasonable, less-intimate distance. But she had already retreated to an empty corner of the room. Now, one step backward brought her against the wall, and Jimmy just stepped in to close the gap. The two of them were alone, inches apart, with no way for her to retreat farther.
“Here, let me, girly girl,” he said, taking her empty glass and substituting a full one. He handed the empty glass to a passing waitress and then sharply pinched her butt, eliciting a squeal.
“Those inmate waitress whores are just here to entertain us, you know,” he said, turning back to Amanda. “But they can’t hold a candle to a juicy young piece like you, honey!”
Amanda held the glass before her as a slight barrier and sipped nervously at the sweet wine. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t quite get control of her thoughts or her speech.
“Thank you…you are too kind…Sir. I...I really must be going.” She tried sliding slightly to her right to escape.
Jimmy placed his hand against the wall blocking her and leaned in either closer. He knew how to manipulate and control stupid cunts. He’d gotten his way with many during his time with CNB. And none had dared complain against a CNB officer. He felt his cock swell hard.

“Now, don’t be a cock-tease, girly. You know that you have nowhere to go until we see the caning. Are you looking forward to that?” Rogers asked, coming even close, his foul breath assaulting her senses. “Seeing Miss Moore’s lovely ass, naked and spread, her pussy open for all to see, her cheeks welted and cut by the cane, her cries and sighs of agony? It can be very erotic if you let it.” His free hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
“Please, I…I don’t. Please. Let me go.” Why wouldn’t her mind focus? Why did she feel so helpless? Amanda downed her drink to calm the tightness in her throat.
“Let you go, dearie? When we’re having such fun?” Jimmy trailed his index finger down the side of her delicate throat and then onto her chest between the open collar of her sheer blouse. Simultaneously, she felt a bead of nervous perspiration run between her breasts.
“You and I both know you dressed this way to get a real man to notice and want to fuck you. Well, I’ve noticed you, and we can now proceed to the fucking part.”

Jimmy placed the two empty glasses on a waitress’s tray and turned back to his prey. This little slut was his!
“Now, where were we?” he asked, allowing his finger to resume its exploration of her deep cleavage. After leering down her front, he looked closely into her eyes. “No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl?” Jimmy slipped his other hand to her hip and around to grasp a curvy asscheek. Amanda gave a soft, high cry like a little girl. “God, you have sexy hips and ass. That skirt does nothing to hide your treasures, does it? I guess we both know what you are looking for, you little slut!”
Her mind reeling, Amanda could only meekly protest as the disgusting man freely took liberties with her body. Murmuring, “No, no.” and grasping at his hands to stop him, the girl, semi-inebriated and with virtually no dating experience, was utterly out of her depth. As his one hand began to rub her hardening nipple, and his other slipped beneath the hemline of her daringly short skirt, Amanda was ashamed to feel her body respond and was at her wits’ end.

Jimmy pressed ahead. His finger pinched her nipple while his other hand slipped under her skirt and slid up her thigh to touch her thong covered cunt. Amanda opened her mouth in an “O!” of shock and pain. Seeing his opportunity, Jimmy leaned forward and drove his tongue deep in her sweet mouth.
Amanda flushing with fear and arousal, pressed against Rogers’ shoulders to push him away. But the obese man was too strong. He thrust his tongue deeper on her mouth, savoring her sweet, innocent taste. His one hand pinched hard on her sensitive nipple, while his other pushed aside the tiny thong and rubbed directly on her cunt lips.

Just then, Jeffrey Hodges returned to see the two in the passionate embrace. A painful combination of embarrassment, disapproval, and jealousy swept over him.
“Amanda!” he thundered in a voice of harsh criticism. Both turned to him.

“Amanda, Mr. Rogers. Please, have some dignity. You are in public at a refined gathering!”
At his intrusion, Jimmy drew back. He had no desire to fight with the American. He had succeeded already beyond his wildest expectations. This little American slut was now his for the taking.
“Of course, Mr. Hodges,” he said with a slight nod to the lawyer. Looking back to Amanda, he winked and said. “There’s more of me whenever you want it, girly. Until then.”

“Amanda, I can’t believe that…”
“Oh, Jeffrey! I’m so sorry! You see, It wasn’t…I didn’t…Oh No!... Please, I…”
“I don’t want to talk about it now,” Hodges said, looking away from her in disgust. “We will be going to the caning any minute. Please, just don’t embarrass me any further!”
The stood in silence for a few minutes with Amanda silently weeping in shame, and Jeffrey stood stiffly, refusing to look at her.

The waitress named Charlotte, Forgerer, stepped to the middle of the room and struck a triangle chime. The room fell silent, and the Commandant spoke.
“I thank you all for your attendance and support of the mission of Changi Prison. I must go now and ensure that all is prepared and will go smoothly. In a few moments, my lovely Charlotte here,” he turned to the girl and patted her back, daringly close to her ass, “will ring another chime. You must then proceed in. The ushers will show you to your seats, and the waitresses will bring you anything you desire. But move promptly. The ceremony will begin exactly at 10:00 AM!”
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“But they can’t hold a candle to a juicy young piece like you, honey!” - What slime-ball! Amanda might be flaunting it a little ... but she deserves much, much better than that piece of filfth! Loved that read PrPr, the prose fairly bounced along! :)
 
Fossy said:
“But they can’t hold a candle to a juicy young piece like you, honey!” - What slime-ball! Amanda might be flaunting it a little ... but she deserves much, much better than that piece of filfth! Loved that read PrPr, the prose fairly bounced along! :)
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Poor Amanda, looks as though she`s lost her chance with Jeffrey,is he moving upmarket with Josephine?Another nail in Barb`s coffin,still lets hope he gets in touch with his dominant side,as he did with Dr. Liu,and gives her some tough love!
 
Dua Puluh Tujuh Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 9:52 AM
After the chime sounded, Jeffrey shepherded Amanda toward the door. Another guard there ushered them to the Public Punishment Room and their seats.

For Jeffrey, it was his fourth visit to the caning room. However, he was surprised to see that the front two rows of audience seating had been converted from padded theater seats to leather-clad recliners complete with food trays and drink holders. It was straight out of a modern luxury movie theater. He also observed that the upper rows had been expanded, and the total capacity seemed up slightly.
He was even more surprised to see every seat above the VIP level filled with an additional twenty “standing room” overflow. The caning of the beautiful American reputed drug dealer and murderess had excited the imagination (and lust) of the wealthier classes. Jeffrey knew those seats cost a pretty penny.

Hodges looked down the first row to see at the left middle, between Justices Gamble and Lin, Rut Betar-Gisber. In his mind, she seemed like a thin old vulture perched on a bare tree limb waiting for something to die. The justices with her were highly animated, looking for all the world like adolescent schoolboys about to look through the peephole into the girls’ shower room.
Beside them, at the end were the two prosecutors, Koh and Leng, dressed very formally as if appearing before the Supreme Court.

Just then, First Minister Josephine Shanmugam came by in front, and greeted Jeffrey and flashed a most friendly smile. He smiled back and watched her beautiful ass wiggle in the tight skirt as she went to sit with the Justices. After tearing his eyes off her rear, Jeffrey thought it unusual to see someone of her importance attending a caning without any direct association. However, he then remembered that she had been at Barbara’s trial. What was she up to, he wondered? A moment later, such speculations faded as him mind returned to that enchanting vision of her tight ass and the subtle glimpse of her tongue from earlier. Jeffrey felt a substantial, “firming” in his crotch.

In a moment, the Commissioner of Police, Jerry Wee Lian, came and sat by Josephine. Again Hodges wondered at such a high-ranking official attending the flogging of such a minor personage as Barbara Moore. Jeffrey realized that his client had indeed managed to attract the attention of a remarkably well-connected and powerful set of people.

Looking at the second row, he saw Jimmy Rogers, the CNB agent whom he’d caught almost screwing Amanda at the reception. Jeffrey assumed he was there to see the punishment of his drug suspect. But Jeffrey has serious doubts concerning the veracity of Rogers’ testimony and noted the man was sweating heavily in the air-conditioned room and leering at the stand like it was a sexual display. He had to look away. How could Amanda have been interested in such a disgusting creature? He turned to Amanda. Her profile was lovely, her face radiating innocence. Jeffrey wondered: was this girl a lot looser and more compliant sexually than her inexperienced cheerleader persona would lead you to believe? What would that petite and firm young body be like in bed? After seeing her display with Rogers, his hesitation concerning her youth and innocence was wholly abated.

Amanda, entering the room for the first time, was blown away. She had imagined a space holding twenty, dark, and in a basement, with a wooden whipping post. A scene that was taken from one of her favorite classic movies from the thirties. This place was a modern steel and glass and light wood amphitheater, boasting luxury facilities for the audience, and impressive technical equipment suspended from the forty-foot ceiling. She was awestruck by the powerful sense of control and doom that seemed to breathe from the immaculately clean walls. All around were portraits of prison wardens and justice officials stretching back to the British Raj. Among these was a recent addition, Justice Rut Betar-Gisber.

Amanda observed with relief that Jimmy Rogers was seated far away in the second row toward the other side of the room.

The guard/usher made sure that they were comfortable in their seat and pointed out the power reclining controls as well as the waitress call buttons. After they thanked him and said that they were more than satisfied, he slipped silently away, only to be instantly replaced by the waitress Charlotte. As pretty as before, she seemed a little flushed and flustered. Both noticed her right breast seemed to have been partially lifted from her bodice, and her dark nipple sat just out of sight. She offered them fresh champagne and asked what else she might bring. Jeffrey declined a drink as he wanted to be in charge of himself during the upcoming ordeal. Amanda also politely declined while promising herself never to take another sip of champagne for the rest of her life.

Hodges, taken by Charlotte’s soft, sensual appeal and genuinely concerned over her state, asked the waitress if anything was wrong. She nervously shook her head and denied a problem. Jeffrey would not take no for an answer and slyly threatened to report her if she didn’t tell.
At that, the poor girl’s eyes went wide with fear, and she desperately begged him not to. She said that any complaint would bring swift and excruciating punishment. She confessed that the reason she was upset was that another guest had already threatened to complain just for the fun of having her hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she begged Jeffrey not to report her.
Jeffrey quickly assured Charlotte that he was only kidding and promised her he would not complain. He even said he would pass along her praise directly to the Commandant. This calmed the girl somewhat. He asked whether he could help with the other complaint, but she said it was not possible, and please not even let on that she had told him. That would surely be cause for extra punishment!
Hodges assured her that he would do as she asked. She thanked him with palpable relief, and moved on to her work.

“That is so sad!” said Amanda as soon as Charlotte was out of earshot.
Jeffrey turned to her and said, “Yes, it is terrible when a man takes advantage of a powerless and helpless woman. It disgusts me! It is also a lesson that needs to be learned by spoiled young girls who aren’t helpless, yet should know to avoid dealing frivolously with such men.” Then he turned and began talking to the Malay woman on his other side.
Amanda blushed at the reproof. With great effort, she held back the tears that wanted to come.

To distract herself, Amanda returned to surveying the room. Their seats, in the front row, were about eight feet to the right of the stage center. Amanda looked in wonder to the stage in front of them. Brightly lit by theater-quality lights suspended from the ceiling, the stage was raised a half-meter off the floor with sets of steps leading up at both ends. It was roughly the shape of a half-oval eight meters wide and five meters front to back at in the center. It was dominated by the caning stand. This was a masterpiece of design art, planned and assembled at significant cost by the best German firms. Amanda struggled to conceive the uses of the many interconnected parts of stainless steel tubing and high-density ethylene-vinyl acetate (EVA) foam. At the front was a pair of floor posts with heavy leather straps lined with foam to bind the victim’s ankles. The posts continued up to a crossbar, covered with a one-inch foam wrap. Behind this front bar was another lower one holding the anchor for a long, thick leather belt. In the rear, hidden from Amanda’s view, was a stainless steel "T" with leather wrist straps. Amanda shivered as she thought of how this immaculate, modern equipment was made to secure poor Miss Moore for her barbaric punishment.

Just then, the Commandant came by, assuring that each of his VIPs were adequately served. Jeffrey expressed appreciation for Charlotte’s “exemplary” service at which Mamat smiled gratefully. After Amanda followed with even more glowing praise, the Major said, “She is a dear child. I am so proud of the progress she’s made here. It is a source of deep personal satisfaction to help a poor misguided girl see the error of her ways and acquire new and useful skills.”

Finishing his rounds, the Commandant returned to the far end of the stage and mounted the steps to stand at a small dais on the end of the stage. At his signal, Charlotte rang the chime, and the room quickly fell silent.
 
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