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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment
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elephas
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Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Nice pictures once again. Great job on your choices Elephas !
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
I was up for full professorship. Full professorship damn it! Why did I even smile back when he first looked at me. Sure he was a hunk but he was an 18 year old freshman. I was 10 years older, in my fifth year as an assistant professor. I had paid my dues. Done what I needed to do to get that security and pay raise. In another 5 years I could have been tenured. I had just finished a bad relationship. I was vulnerable. We were discrete but as time went on less and less discrete. I didn’t know he had another girlfriend on campus. She is the one who reported me to the chancellor. They interviewed him first .....he turned on me. He told them he came to me for help....that I told him the only way he could pass my class was to have sex with me. He said The only reason he kept screwing me was because I threatened to flunk him, have him kicked out of school. He showed them the naked pictures of me he had on his cellphone. He said I had continually sent him pictures, harassing him, enticing him.
I wasn’t even interviewed before I was arrested. I was charged with sexual harassment, having a relationship with a student ( a new state law) , and using my position of superiority to gain sexual advantage. ( a new federal law). I was looking at up to 5 years for the first count and 10 years each for the other two counts. My god, thats 25 years, I would be 53 years old before I got out of prison. I tried to use the teachers association lawyers but they decline to take my case. I lawyered up with a local firm. They backed out after my story hit the airwaves. Said my case was too controversial. I had to settle for a court appointed attorney. She was nice enough but cared more about how she looked than how to defend me. The defense attorney had my freshman lover and his girlfriend as witnesses. They also had completely fabricated statements from former students who said that they had seen me flirting with numerous male students. Even seeing me in public places with the students, holding hands and showing public displays of affection. I tried to plead my case. I was my only witness, my colleagues turned their backs on me. No one was willing to speak on my behalf. I was resigned to a what seemed like a lifetime in prison.
It looked bleak. My lawyer came to me, said that she had worked out a plea bargain with the DA. If I pleaded guilty I could take advantage on a new law meant to keep nonviolent criminals from filling up the prison system. Was I willing to agree to corporal punishment instead of incarceration. She told me that 33 strokes was the usual sentence. Of course I said yes....I could take 33 strokes of anything to stay out of prison. What I didn’t know was that that the 33 strokes was for each count. The judge said that my punishment would take place the next Monday. It would be public and I would present naked for punishment as dictated by law. In light of the serious of my case and the sexual nature, he sentenced me to 33 whip strokes on my bare back, 33 cane strokes on my bare bottom, and to make it an even 100...34 strokes of the strap across my bared breasts. I became faint, they had to hold me up.
Now I wait in prison, dread the fact that Monday is only two days away. I am not sure how I will deal with the humiliation and pain. Why had I ever smiled back at him....why hadn’t I just turned away?
I wasn’t even interviewed before I was arrested. I was charged with sexual harassment, having a relationship with a student ( a new state law) , and using my position of superiority to gain sexual advantage. ( a new federal law). I was looking at up to 5 years for the first count and 10 years each for the other two counts. My god, thats 25 years, I would be 53 years old before I got out of prison. I tried to use the teachers association lawyers but they decline to take my case. I lawyered up with a local firm. They backed out after my story hit the airwaves. Said my case was too controversial. I had to settle for a court appointed attorney. She was nice enough but cared more about how she looked than how to defend me. The defense attorney had my freshman lover and his girlfriend as witnesses. They also had completely fabricated statements from former students who said that they had seen me flirting with numerous male students. Even seeing me in public places with the students, holding hands and showing public displays of affection. I tried to plead my case. I was my only witness, my colleagues turned their backs on me. No one was willing to speak on my behalf. I was resigned to a what seemed like a lifetime in prison.
It looked bleak. My lawyer came to me, said that she had worked out a plea bargain with the DA. If I pleaded guilty I could take advantage on a new law meant to keep nonviolent criminals from filling up the prison system. Was I willing to agree to corporal punishment instead of incarceration. She told me that 33 strokes was the usual sentence. Of course I said yes....I could take 33 strokes of anything to stay out of prison. What I didn’t know was that that the 33 strokes was for each count. The judge said that my punishment would take place the next Monday. It would be public and I would present naked for punishment as dictated by law. In light of the serious of my case and the sexual nature, he sentenced me to 33 whip strokes on my bare back, 33 cane strokes on my bare bottom, and to make it an even 100...34 strokes of the strap across my bared breasts. I became faint, they had to hold me up.
Now I wait in prison, dread the fact that Monday is only two days away. I am not sure how I will deal with the humiliation and pain. Why had I ever smiled back at him....why hadn’t I just turned away?
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Do you mind if I use some of your pics in my short vignettes. Many of your pics inspire my creative juices.
elephas
Senator
Of course I do not mind. Moreover, I will be glad if some photos posted by me become material for your fantasies.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Thank you. You are very gracious.
elephas
Senator
elephas
Senator
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
There were ten of us arrested, just like in the other villages. They placed us in chains and they made us walk behind their horses like we were some kind of criminals. The whole village watched us leave. No one willing to challenge the small army of soldiers sent by the church. Our parents cried unable to help us . We had been hand picked by the cardinal’s assistant. He had been here two Sundays ago. He watched us enter the church with our families. I saw him stop some of the other girls. Saw him look them up and down like he was buying a horse. He stopped me. I heard him ask our priest what my name was, I saw him write it in a book.
We heard the stories about groups of girls being taken from the other villages never to be heard from again. It was always ten. The girls were always pretty and young. We walked for miles and miles. A couple of the girls stumbled and fell unable to keep up. The soldiers would drag the girl by her hair to her feet and slap her face until she cried out. They told her if she fell again, they would tear her clothing from her, and keep her naked body her moving with their whips. Only one girl fell after that, unfortunately it was the raven haired Marta who fell for the second time. The soldiers kept their word. They ripped her clothing from her leaving her completely naked. She tried to cover her breasts and that spot between her legs but the chains made that difficult. She screamed as the first lash blazed across her bare buttocks. She lurched forward her breasts bouncing and her bottom bobbing much to the delight of the soldiers. The lashes kept falling until she was able to keep pace with the rest of us. I glanced over at her. She was sobbing uncontrollably and squealed each time the whip bit into her flesh.....she had red welts on her back and bottom. I swore to myself that I would not fall.
It was a full days walk until we got to our destination, some sort of cathedral.... the biggest church any of us had ever seen, surrounded by a high stone wall with heavy gates. Before we even had a chance to wash the dirt from bodies were ushered into a large room with a long table. At the table sat the Cardinal in full vestments and next to him, his assistant who had come to our church. The Cardinal stared at us and made the sign of the cross. I shuddered at the way the Cardinal looked at us, especially at the naked Marta. It seemed like he was undressing us with his eyes but reveling in the poor girls nakedness. His assistant read our names from his book. He asked us if we were guilty or not guilty. I was the only girl that responded. “ We have done nothing wrong. In the name of god...let us go home to our families.
The Cardinal stood up from his chair. His eyes seemed to be on fire. “How dare you reference our lord in such a way. It is sinful.it is impertinent. You are all guilty of consorting with the devil. You all will confess to you sins. Rest this night all of you. Tomorrow you will each begin your ordeal . You will be put to to the question until all have confessed.” All of us began to wail, begging for mercy. He Continued looking me directly in the eyes “ You my curly haired vixen will begin your ordeal this very night. My whip will beat the impertinence from you. After I supper tonight , I personally will see to your chastisement. Guards, take her to her cell...strip her...and prepare her.” I was taken from the room directly to my cell.
The Cardinal leaned back in his chair and ordered the other girls to approach the table one by one and strip off their garments. They were made to stand hands in the air and turn slowly before the Cardinal. He nodded at his assistant. The selection process had turned out to be excellent. He was very pleased. He ordered the guards to escort the young women to their cells. He was hungry......it was time for supper.....he planned to eat quickly. He had an important matter that needed his attention.
We heard the stories about groups of girls being taken from the other villages never to be heard from again. It was always ten. The girls were always pretty and young. We walked for miles and miles. A couple of the girls stumbled and fell unable to keep up. The soldiers would drag the girl by her hair to her feet and slap her face until she cried out. They told her if she fell again, they would tear her clothing from her, and keep her naked body her moving with their whips. Only one girl fell after that, unfortunately it was the raven haired Marta who fell for the second time. The soldiers kept their word. They ripped her clothing from her leaving her completely naked. She tried to cover her breasts and that spot between her legs but the chains made that difficult. She screamed as the first lash blazed across her bare buttocks. She lurched forward her breasts bouncing and her bottom bobbing much to the delight of the soldiers. The lashes kept falling until she was able to keep pace with the rest of us. I glanced over at her. She was sobbing uncontrollably and squealed each time the whip bit into her flesh.....she had red welts on her back and bottom. I swore to myself that I would not fall.
It was a full days walk until we got to our destination, some sort of cathedral.... the biggest church any of us had ever seen, surrounded by a high stone wall with heavy gates. Before we even had a chance to wash the dirt from bodies were ushered into a large room with a long table. At the table sat the Cardinal in full vestments and next to him, his assistant who had come to our church. The Cardinal stared at us and made the sign of the cross. I shuddered at the way the Cardinal looked at us, especially at the naked Marta. It seemed like he was undressing us with his eyes but reveling in the poor girls nakedness. His assistant read our names from his book. He asked us if we were guilty or not guilty. I was the only girl that responded. “ We have done nothing wrong. In the name of god...let us go home to our families.
The Cardinal stood up from his chair. His eyes seemed to be on fire. “How dare you reference our lord in such a way. It is sinful.it is impertinent. You are all guilty of consorting with the devil. You all will confess to you sins. Rest this night all of you. Tomorrow you will each begin your ordeal . You will be put to to the question until all have confessed.” All of us began to wail, begging for mercy. He Continued looking me directly in the eyes “ You my curly haired vixen will begin your ordeal this very night. My whip will beat the impertinence from you. After I supper tonight , I personally will see to your chastisement. Guards, take her to her cell...strip her...and prepare her.” I was taken from the room directly to my cell.
The Cardinal leaned back in his chair and ordered the other girls to approach the table one by one and strip off their garments. They were made to stand hands in the air and turn slowly before the Cardinal. He nodded at his assistant. The selection process had turned out to be excellent. He was very pleased. He ordered the guards to escort the young women to their cells. He was hungry......it was time for supper.....he planned to eat quickly. He had an important matter that needed his attention.
Hugin&Munin
Presenter Of Images
I like the story, is there a sequel?
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
There could be. Right now I have 4 sequels going simultaneously and I am struggling to find time to keep up. When I finish one of those I can start another thread if you like. Wow, ten girls…. I’ll have to be creative.
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Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
She always was kind of different. Ever since she was a child, she was different. The other kids played...she read a book. Other girls dated ...she spent her nights at the library. When boys flirted she shut them down. She knew she looked good. She knew she was considered hot. Boys and sex were a way to derail her goals. She avoided both. She didn’t have a lot of friends and those she had were kind of like her. She graduated high school early. Blew thru college too. At nineteen she was hired by the US government, NASA. One of their youngest hires ever.
She was a female scientist hired to work in the space research arm of the agency. One of the few females in a field dominated by her male colleagues. She moved rapidly through the ranks but there were a few hiccups. Like the time she gave an important presentation wearing a see-through blouse and no bra. She just wanted to see if the horny f**kers she worked with could pay attention. Then there was the time she was in the agency library late at night and decided to do a little naked reading.
I’m not sure why I did it. Maybe it was for the money. The Russians paid me a lot for that classified information. But deep down I know it wasn’t for the money. It was because I wanted to show my superiority. I wanted to prove to myself that I could beat their system. That I was smarter than them, I was smarter than this whole agency. And I would have gotten away with it too if my Russian contact hadn’t been a dumb ass and got caught.
I didn’t have much of a defense. My lawyer they gave me must have been first year in law school. He couldn’t win an argument in court if he was the only one in the argument. That said, I was guilty. I did it but I wasn’t going to confess. Hell no. If I had confessed to spying I probably would only be looking at the death penalty. I didn’t confess. The jury said guilty. They had told us there were new sentencing guidelines. But I didn’t know what that meant. The judge said corporal punishment then the death penalty. It was to be a public hanging proceeded by a public whipping. There were four counts against me. Thirty lashes for each count he said, 120 total . My god, what was this the Middle Ages. They don’t even allow me clothing in my cell. The morning is approaching...suddenly I don’t feel so superior.
She was a female scientist hired to work in the space research arm of the agency. One of the few females in a field dominated by her male colleagues. She moved rapidly through the ranks but there were a few hiccups. Like the time she gave an important presentation wearing a see-through blouse and no bra. She just wanted to see if the horny f**kers she worked with could pay attention. Then there was the time she was in the agency library late at night and decided to do a little naked reading.
I’m not sure why I did it. Maybe it was for the money. The Russians paid me a lot for that classified information. But deep down I know it wasn’t for the money. It was because I wanted to show my superiority. I wanted to prove to myself that I could beat their system. That I was smarter than them, I was smarter than this whole agency. And I would have gotten away with it too if my Russian contact hadn’t been a dumb ass and got caught.
I didn’t have much of a defense. My lawyer they gave me must have been first year in law school. He couldn’t win an argument in court if he was the only one in the argument. That said, I was guilty. I did it but I wasn’t going to confess. Hell no. If I had confessed to spying I probably would only be looking at the death penalty. I didn’t confess. The jury said guilty. They had told us there were new sentencing guidelines. But I didn’t know what that meant. The judge said corporal punishment then the death penalty. It was to be a public hanging proceeded by a public whipping. There were four counts against me. Thirty lashes for each count he said, 120 total . My god, what was this the Middle Ages. They don’t even allow me clothing in my cell. The morning is approaching...suddenly I don’t feel so superior.
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elephas
Senator
I hope at the last moment it will be announced that the death sentence has been commuted to life imprisonment. This story reminded me of Dr. Eleanor "Ellie" Arroway, the protagonist of Carl Sagan's novel "Contact" and the 1997 film of the same name. She, too, at first was afraid that relationships with men would damage her scientific career, but then she began to realize herself not only in science, but also on the sexual front. Of course, without naive shocking and espionage.
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
Just an aside, I thought that the end scenes of 'Contact' were dumb!
Hugin&Munin
Presenter Of Images
It was very bad that she was sentenced to 20 cane blows on the bare bottom. But she was completely shocked when the judge said afterwards: "I want every single hair down there to be pulled out with tweezers. I will check that personally. Then she can receive her 20 blows". Should all of this only be possible because she cheated on him with another man 8 years ago?
Barabbas
Magistrate
A young martyr for the cause in mental agony the night before her ordeal. When looking at the heroic aspects of their sacrifice, we can forget that they are flawed human beings, dealing with what lies before them, and wondering if they can survive the outcome. Her body is strong and beautiful, and her mind is obviously strong, or she would not have put herself in this position. Her agony is whether she can withstand the pain, survive the ordeal, and what her body will look like when it is over. She has offered her life and body to her people and the torturers alike, to fulfill her destiny. When she appears in the arena, she will present a strong and dignified appearance, and her heroism will be perceived by all. Then we, and she, will know the outcome...
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
It was only supposed to be a small house party. I don’t know how the word got out but the place was packed with people. So many people that I could barely fight thru the people to get to the kitchen. But the music was rocking and everyone was having a good time. I was having a good time. We were doing shots, some pot, maybe some pills….got a little uninhibited.....some of us took off our clothes and were doing some posing. You know, the kind of crazy stuff college kids do when they party. The guys were loving it. Pretty soon they were undressing, posing. Crazy poses, you know just some immature stuff. Then some of the guys and girls started to hook up.
Things were getting pretty intense when somebody yelled “ There’s a girl on the floor in the bathroom. She looks pretty bad” I remember struggling with my clothing as I made my way to the bathroom. We tried reviving her but no luck. Someone called 911. It only took a few minutes for the police to show up. Luckily they had narcan with them, injected the girl, and began CPR. By the time the rescue squad got there, she was starting to come around. The police starting going through the crowd asking for IDs. People starting clearing out of the house soon after. Within about twenty minutes the house was empty. The police came back into my house and handcuffed my hands behind my back, started reading me my rights. I was charged with twenty one counts of delinquency and one count of reckless endangerment with subsequent severe bodily harm.
It turns out that the girl in the bathroom was the daughter of a state senator. I didn’t know who she was or why she was there but that didn’t matter. I was going to be convicted on all 21 counts. I didn’t have a chance, the cards were stacked against me. They offered a plea bargain that would keep me out of prison if I chose to take it. I jumped at it even though I didn’t know the terms until sentencing. Hell yes I’d take it and be able to continue with my studies, graduate from college. At sentencing I found out the terms of the plea bargain. The judge sentenced me to 3 cane strokes for each of the counts of delinquency, so 60 strokes total. The judge said that he had seen pictures from that night as had the senator. I blushed,embarrassed, knowing they had seen pictures of me naked. The judge then stared right thru me..... “Additionally I sentence you to 25 strokes of the prison strap on your bare back and then turned around for another 25 strokes on your bared front.”I blushed a deep red. I was dead sure he was seeing me naked, like in the pictures. I was sure he was visualizing me bound , with fear in my eyes, my bared breasts ready for a painful strapping.
Things were getting pretty intense when somebody yelled “ There’s a girl on the floor in the bathroom. She looks pretty bad” I remember struggling with my clothing as I made my way to the bathroom. We tried reviving her but no luck. Someone called 911. It only took a few minutes for the police to show up. Luckily they had narcan with them, injected the girl, and began CPR. By the time the rescue squad got there, she was starting to come around. The police starting going through the crowd asking for IDs. People starting clearing out of the house soon after. Within about twenty minutes the house was empty. The police came back into my house and handcuffed my hands behind my back, started reading me my rights. I was charged with twenty one counts of delinquency and one count of reckless endangerment with subsequent severe bodily harm.
It turns out that the girl in the bathroom was the daughter of a state senator. I didn’t know who she was or why she was there but that didn’t matter. I was going to be convicted on all 21 counts. I didn’t have a chance, the cards were stacked against me. They offered a plea bargain that would keep me out of prison if I chose to take it. I jumped at it even though I didn’t know the terms until sentencing. Hell yes I’d take it and be able to continue with my studies, graduate from college. At sentencing I found out the terms of the plea bargain. The judge sentenced me to 3 cane strokes for each of the counts of delinquency, so 60 strokes total. The judge said that he had seen pictures from that night as had the senator. I blushed,embarrassed, knowing they had seen pictures of me naked. The judge then stared right thru me..... “Additionally I sentence you to 25 strokes of the prison strap on your bare back and then turned around for another 25 strokes on your bared front.”I blushed a deep red. I was dead sure he was seeing me naked, like in the pictures. I was sure he was visualizing me bound , with fear in my eyes, my bared breasts ready for a painful strapping.
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