The judge decreed, "Since you have no other previous offenses, you will be sentenced under the new program to cut taxpayers cost of incarceration. You will be given 75 whacks, with a paddle, across your bare buttocks.
In a panick I look at my attorny, "Stop this!" "It's the best way, you won't have to spend jail time."
"Your honor, may I speak?" "Certainly" "I don't believe this is legal."
"I assure you it is! You will be incarcertaed overnight, and the sentance will be carried out tomorrow."
"DO SOMETHING, I beg to my lawyer!" "I can't"
I'm taken away to a juvile facility, even though I'm of age.
I'm immediatly told to empty my pockets and strip. Slowly I comply. I endure a very embarasing strip search. "Please may I speak to my attorny?" But I am ignored
I am walked down a a hall, exposed to everyone, to the showers. Under close supervision of the guard, I am instructed to clean myself up. When I'm done, "Not good enough young man! Now soap up again and take a good bath. Your going to see the doctor next, and I don't want you stinking!"
Of to the doc where I get a very thourough exam, with the guard watching.
I'm still naked, and am led down a hallway to the room where they issue clothes. I'm given a pair of briefs and an orange jumpsuit, and then led to a cell.
Next morning, early, we were takin in groups of 15. We had to undress, throw our clothes down a shoot to be laundered, and head to the showers, under close supervision. Breakfast followed!
Around 10:00, I was ushered to the waiting room, where I was to meet my fate. There were four naked guys sitting nervously on a bench. I'm told to strip! We wait for about 1/2 hour, until the first guy is called in.
After a few minutes, we could hear WHACK AFTER WHACK, and the guy yelling.
He is ushered out, looking down and we can see his bottom is as red as cherry tomato.
I'm third. HORRIFIED to see about 20 people on the room, including the family whose garage I vandaized. I'm made to stand in front of them, butt naked, and hear my sentence repeated.
I'm led to a spanking device where I am strapped down. Wrists and ankes, and lether straps confining me at my thighs and back. Movement isn't possible!
A VERY mucular guy comes up behind me with a HARD wood paddle! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Can I endure 75? WHACK after WHACK!
I'm wimpering by the time we're done.
As I look at the family I vandilised, feel the HUMOUNGOUS sting on my tender little bottom, well, that was the end of my life of crime.