Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
I would like to start a thread dedicated to someone being punished in a foreign land or country. I fantasize about such things and especially enjoy writing in “first person” about it. I will start with a story I am writing entitled “ I don’t do well with pain. “ I have started this story on the thread Waiting for Corporal Punishment but I am past the “waiting” stage and want to delve into the punishment as it happens. I will start transferring to this thread. The first parts of the story will follow:
I Don’t do Well with Pain part 1
Please! Please, Please. It’s almost morning. I don’t want to be whipped. Ten strokes for each 100 grams of opium is a horrible sentence. It was my boyfriend David’s idea. He said a kilo would be easy to hide. He said we would be set financially for a long time. He ran. He left me. My court appointed attorney said plead guilty. He said I would get a slap on the hand. Maybe a few days in jail and a small fine. But the judge said “ it was time to set an example. I am tired of young Americans buying and selling drugs in this country. Let this show that we will no longer allow drug trafficking in our country. I sentence this woman to be incarcerated for 10 years at the state penal institute for women.”My knees buckled as I looked at my lawyer. “Furthermore, prior to her prison term , I also sentence her to a public corporal punishment.” I looked at my lawyer with a what the hell does that mean look. He shook his head slowly as the judge continued, “ At 10 am tomorrow morning I sentence this young woman to be stripped completely naked, tied to the whipping frame , and to receive 100 lashes of the grade 5 whip. The strokes will be spread over her body so that no one part of her body receive more than the 25 strokes allowed by law.”
I am mortified. What does he mean my punishment will be public? I will not survive 100 strokes. I don’t do well with pain. The sun is shining trough the window of my cell. It’s morning and they will come for me.....I don’t deserve this . It was David’s idea. I won’t survive this. I can’t handle pain. Please! Please! Please. ( to be continued)
I Don’t do Well with Pain part 1
Please! Please, Please. It’s almost morning. I don’t want to be whipped. Ten strokes for each 100 grams of opium is a horrible sentence. It was my boyfriend David’s idea. He said a kilo would be easy to hide. He said we would be set financially for a long time. He ran. He left me. My court appointed attorney said plead guilty. He said I would get a slap on the hand. Maybe a few days in jail and a small fine. But the judge said “ it was time to set an example. I am tired of young Americans buying and selling drugs in this country. Let this show that we will no longer allow drug trafficking in our country. I sentence this woman to be incarcerated for 10 years at the state penal institute for women.”My knees buckled as I looked at my lawyer. “Furthermore, prior to her prison term , I also sentence her to a public corporal punishment.” I looked at my lawyer with a what the hell does that mean look. He shook his head slowly as the judge continued, “ At 10 am tomorrow morning I sentence this young woman to be stripped completely naked, tied to the whipping frame , and to receive 100 lashes of the grade 5 whip. The strokes will be spread over her body so that no one part of her body receive more than the 25 strokes allowed by law.”
I am mortified. What does he mean my punishment will be public? I will not survive 100 strokes. I don’t do well with pain. The sun is shining trough the window of my cell. It’s morning and they will come for me.....I don’t deserve this . It was David’s idea. I won’t survive this. I can’t handle pain. Please! Please! Please. ( to be continued)