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Subject: STORY: Leslie's Discipline, Part 2

Date: 30 Jul 1997 16:32:25 GMT

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LESLIE'S JUDICIAL DISCIPLINE, Part 2



**This is a story involving the spanking of an adult female.  It is pure

fiction, and does not purport to depict real people, places or events.  

If you are a minor of this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, DO

NOT READ ANY FURTHER.**



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(Continued from Part 1)



Leslie was now secured over the spanking bench...a nice polished maple

structure with a bit of padding where her pelvis meets it.  As the judge

got up and began rolling up her sleeves, Leslie looked behind her to see

one of the attorneys setting up a tripod....and what looked like a video

camera.   The young court clerk brought forth a metal stand, more like an

easel, with a big white card on it.  She craned her neck around and saw

the only thing written on it: "Leslie."  She placed it near her head,

facing the camera.



The judge signaled me, and I produced a pair of surgical scissors.  I went

up to her and raised her panties at one thigh...and snipped all the way up

to the waistband.  I did the same to the other side, and yanked her now

one-piece panties up through her crotch and completely off.  The judge

noticed some lubricant still left from my examination, so she told the

clerk to wipe it off.  The young girl has a smirk on her face as she gets

some Kleenex, spreads Leslie's asscheeks and wipes her anus and buttocks

clean.  Her pussy is dripping, and the clerk brings this to the attention

of all present as she wipes the vaginal lubrication off, too.  The court

steno asks off-handedly to no one in particular if she should be shaved

"down there," so the hair around her asshole won't interfere with the

punishment.



The judge picked up a 2" wide, well-oiled black strap with a wooden

handle.  She flexed it and took a few practice swings, causing a whirring

sound as it flew through the air.  She took her place to her left side,

held out the strap, and measured the distance to be sure the end of the

strap covered both buttocks.  Leslie felt it lay against her cheeks, which

now have goosebumps and are quivering with fear and anticipation.



The room went silent.  Leslie could feel the crowd gathering closer, their

eyes fixed upon her spread ass.  She could feel their eyes boring into her

lasciviously exposed anus and pussy.  She hears some rustling of clothing

as she realizes that the men (and ladies, too) have adjusted their

clothing to where their hands can discreetly massage their private parts

during her suffering.



Just as the judge was about to begin, she stopped and looked at me.  



"Did you remember to give her 'the fig'?" she asks.



"Oh, I'm sorry, her honor, I must have forgotten.  I have one right here,"

I reply.



I took a small jar from my pocket and opened it.  I nodded to one of the

secretaries to come over and assist me.  I told her to spread Leslie's

cheeks open wide so I could slip the ginger suppository in.  She asked me

what it does, and I explained that it will cause an irritable, burning

sensation in the rectum and anus, causing the victim to try to expel it. 

Consequently, the anus puckers outward, making it difficult, if not

impossible for the victim to clench her buttocks together to lessen the

effect of the strapping.  The girl smiled with understanding as I inserted

the little white spear into her anus...then pushed it all the way up into

her rectum.  Leslie heard a few breaths being inhaled behind her as the

spectators took in this latest display of her immodesty.  After my finger

was withdrawn, I told the girl to release her buttocks, which she did with

some reluctance.  She was really enjoying herself!



We waited a few minutes until she begin to really squirm as the ginger

suppository took effect.  She felt it burning and tried to push it

out...but it was partially melted, so there was nothing left to expel. 

She wiggled and squirmed as much as could against her restraints, giving

everyone an even better show of her split-open asscheeks and pussy lips. 

She moaned and begged for it to be flushed out...but the judge just

chuckled and told her to hold herself still.  Worse was yet to come.



The judge was satisfied that she wouldn't be clenching her asscheeks

together, so she resumed her position at her left side.



 She asked, "Are you ready, Leslie?"  As she asks, Leslie feels the cool

leather against both of her fleshy buttocks....quivering with fear and

anticipation all over again.  Then the strap is lifted....the room is

silent...as she waits...



Suddenly, we hear a whisss....and the strap lands on her ass with a loud

CRAAACKKK!!!  She screams out...but it doesn't drown out the giggles from

the small gathering behind her.  We see her thrashing around trying

desperately to escape...except there IS no escape!  



"You will count each stroke, Leslie.  If you fail to count a stroke, we

will start all over again!" said the judge.



"ONE!" she screams out, breathing hard.



CRAAAACCCKKK!!!  "TWO!!  Oh, please, judge, I'll do anything...pay any

fine...even go to jail.  But puleeeze stop this!" she begs, to no avail.



CRAAAACKKK!!!!  "THREE!!  OWWWWW!!!!!"



"You elected this form of punishment, Leslie, and now you will have to

bear it.  Your choice is irrevocable," intones the judge.



Besides watching her reddening ass squirm around under its assault, I

watched the pretty judge's face blush slightly as her tits wiggled under

her white blouse every time she takes a swing.  Her short black skirt

opened a bit at the front, showing off a little thigh as she pivoted on

her red high heels when she delivered each blow.



CRAAAACKKK!!!!  "FOUR!!!  Oh, PULEEEEZE....."



And so it went, until she hit number fifteen.  Then she paused and asked

me to inspect her ass to be sure she was fit to carry on.  I approached

her blistered buns, spreading them apart and moving them in all

directions, looking for signs of severe injury.  Leslie was hoping that my

report would relieve her from the rest of her sentence.  But just like the

torture doctors used by various countries, my job is to keep her going by

any means in order to complete the sentence....not to relieve her of her

suffering.



I proclaimed her fit to continue.  The judge asked the prosecutors to

bring over the mirrors....placing one in front of her and slightly to the

side, and the other behind her.  This allowed Leslie to see her fully

exposed privates as they took more punishment.  It also allowed her to see

the witnesses behind her.  She noticed for the first time that at least

one young lady has her hand on her breast, slowly rolling the pointed

nipple with her fingers.  One sheriff has his hand in his pocket, fondling

his cock.  The female sheriff just stands there, moving her knees back and

forth, staring at her backside.



The judge resumed her position after adjusting her own undergarments.



CRAAAACKKKK!!!!  "SIXTEEN!" she remembers to scream out.  Now Leslie can

see and anticipate every stroke of the strap just before it falls.  She

sees herself struggling so hard....with so much effort...but can't escape

the lashing.  She sees the red light on the video camera running...and

occasionally sees a flash from a still camera, too.



She finally blurts out "THIRTY!!" between heavy sobs.  The judge proclaims

the sentence carried out and the strapping over.  Leslie realized now that

her screams could be heard throughout the entire floor of the courthouse,

providing entertainment for many others.



The judge walked away breathing hard, but with a satisfied look on her

face.  She nodded to me...the signal that I was take over finishing with

her.  The others began packing up their cameras and tape recorders.  The

court steno packed up her machine, her hands shaking with excitement.



'What a painful, humiliating experience.  The bitch really did a number on



my poor butt.  I bet I could fry an egg on it...surely I'm marked for 

life,' Leslie thought through her pain.  'And that examination was just an

excuse to further humiliate me.  And the degradation...that doctor would

have certified me fit for continuation of punishment if my butt was beat

into hamburger.  How shall I ever drive home?  I surely can't sit on my

poor ass.



'And why am I still so exposed...turned up with my butt so accessible, not



to mention my pussy and butthole, surely not....Oh please, Sir...haven't 

I suffered enough?' Leslie pleaded silently.



I removed a jar of cold cream from my medical bag and began massaging it

around all over her red, swollen asscheeks.  I moved from her lower back

downwards, kneading and caressing her burning flesh.  I worked down toward

her thighs where the strap hit randomly.  I asked the bratty female clerk

to assist me by spreading her cheeks apart, as I massaged the soothing

cream into her ass crack...and over her exposed and still pulsating anus. 

The clerk gripped her cheeks hard, intentionally squeezing the inflamed

skin to punish her more.  She told me she noticed some of the melted

ginger suppository leaking from her asshole.  I also notice that her pussy

is quite wet.  If she didn't cum during the strapping, then she was

probably close to it.  It also looked like there were drops of pee on the

spanking bench.  The clerk and I both smiled as I silently pointed to

it...her incontinence evidence of her suffering.



So that she doesn't make a mess over the whole courthouse on the way back

to my examination room, I extracted a tampon from its paper wrapper.  I

spread her pussy lips and worked the end of the applicator inside her

inner lips...pushing it all the way in.  I withdrew the tube, and

straightened the string so it hung vertically between her legs.  Leslie

was turning beet red at having the tampon inserted in front of the

sheriffs and remaining witnesses.  But it gets better.



I took out another tampon and lubricated the applicator with generous

amounts of KY jelly.  I told the clerk to spread her asscheeks again,

which she did with relish.  She felt the cool KY as the tip of the

applicator pressed against her anus....then slowly traveled up her rectum.

 After sliding the applicator out, I made sure the white string hung free

and vertical between her legs.



The sheriffs now moved forward and unstrapped her.  They helped her out of

her exposed and awkward position.  As she gained her feet, her hands

couldn't help but reach around and begin furiously rubbing her bruised

buns, much to the amusement of everyone there.  They giggled and chuckled

as they watched her try to relieve her misery.  At the same time, they

congratulated the judge on a job well done.



The sheriffs handed her the hospital exam gown, and she put it on her

front, but left the back open so it didn't even touch her sore butt.  The

sheriffs tied it up at her waist, keeping it out of the way of her burning

butt for her.  Once again, they escorted her out into the hallway and

paraded her, still barefoot, down the corridor to my exam room.  As she

walked, she could see courthouse workers peeking out of their offices at

her and snickering, having heard her screams for mercy for the last half

hour.  A man with a 13-year-old boy passed in the hall, and she see the

boy stare with disbelief at her, a naked female, which he could only have

imagined at his age.  She could hear the boy ask his dad what those white

strings were hanging front and back between her legs.  The father says

he'll explain later.



We finally arrived back at my examination room.  Under supervision of the

sheriffs, I made her bend over my exam table and spread her legs wide.  I

pulled first on the tampon string emanating from her asshole, then the one

in her pussy.  As the tampons plopped out, I laid them in an emesis basin

on the instrument cart.  I told her to go into the bathroom and expel the

suppository and wash herself up.  What a relief for her, I imagined.



Until she discovered that there was no door on the bathroom.  She begged

me to hang something over the doorway for privacy.  I informed her that

since I deal with prisoners in here, that I have to observe everything

they do.  That includes her.  She blushed furiously as she squatted over

the toilet and loudly expelled the suppository remnants and peed a strong

thick yellow stream into the bowl; all the time being watched by me and

the sheriffs.  She took the washcloth by the basin and washed gently all

up and down her pussy and asshole....finally dabbing herself dry with a

hand towel.



She padded back into the room, and I told her to get dressed.  She finally

realized that she has no panties to wear...they were cut off of her while

she were fastened to the spanking bench.  So she dressed without

them...knowing how uncomfortable she will be driving home without their

soft protection for her tender ass cheeks.



As she left the building and walked to her car, she stopped, turned

around, and looked once more at the building where her worst humiliation

took place.  As she unlocked her car door, she noticed a familiar face in

the window...second floor...judge's office area.  It was the bratty female

clerk smiling as she watched her hobble to her car.  She blew her a

kiss....



On her way home, she thought deeply about sexually teasing young boys

again.  Even now, surprisingly, she found the idea stimulating.  But the

soreness of her bottom reminded her that next time....she would have to be

more careful...not to get caught.





Leslie speaks:



I thought the strapping was bad, but the aftermath they put me through 

will never be forgotten...ginger goo seeping out my butthole and pee 

running down my leg...a public examination of my most private 

parts...evacuation in front or others...Kotex up my butt and 

pussy...brief ill-fitting hospital gown unfastened and rolled up to 

magnify my exposure...paraded through a public building showing a well-

strapped ass and thighs with two Kotex strings hanging from my private 

of orifices.  Sent on my way without benefit of panties...it was a hot 

day in the 90s and easily 140 in my car with black seats...that seared 

my flaming butt and bare, singed thigh tops.  .I sat crying, peeing 

uncontrollably in my car.  Fortunately, no one was home so I was able to 

assess the damage....major...my bum looks like raw hamburger.  I lay naked

on 

my bed with the fan blowing across my poor butt.



I sure hope that clerk doesn't find my prior conviction for sunbathing 

nude at my apartment complex in the summer of '95.  Some parents 

complained after teen boys told what they saw.  I was given a hefty fine 

and two years probation.  I thought the two years were up and didn't 

report it when filling out the question about priors.  But it was July 

4, not Memorial Day. How stupid of me...



(The sequel will deal with Leslie's punishment when they discover her

inaccuracy in filling out the court papers....)



End