It was Robbie's second court appearance within a year. This time he had been caught stealing a pack of cigarettes from the local 7/11, and it was on videotape. He couldn't deny it since the proof was already there.
Judge Kramer was totally irate to see the 11-year-old standing in his courtroom once again. Robbie had not learned his lesson the first time after being sentenced to ten hours of community service. It was obvious that his mother, recently widowed, had no control over the boy.
Franklin Hearst was the D. A. of the county, and he was going to see to it that Robbie didn't get away this time with just a slap on the wrist. First offenses were usually just a lesson to guide boys back on to the straight and narrow, but for second offenses it was zero tolerance.
"If you were my son I would tan your hide until you couldn't sit for a month!" the judge told him with an austere voice. "But just because I'm not going to do it does not mean you're going to get away scott free. Your bottom is going to be well-tended to right here in this courtroom today before everyone present with a long, hard spanking. That way, everyone can see what happens to naughty boys who are brought here a second time."
Judge Kramer paused for a moment, thinking his decision through. After making up his mind of exactly what to do he arose from his seat. "Mr. Hearst, please bring the boy up front here and give him the spanking he has earned himself!"
The D. A. got up from his table, took Robbie by the arm, and brought him to the front of the courtroom. A chair was placed in the middle so that everyone present had a good view from no matter where they were seated.
"How do you want this done?" Mr. Hearst suddenly asked, never been told to give a spanking before the court before.
"I don't care how you do it!" the irate judge replied. "Just drop his pants and spank him, and make sure he feels it! I don't want that boy sitting down for a long time."
There was nothing Robbie could do. He knew he was about to be subjected to a very humiliating spanking right there in front of everyone who was present, and no matter how much he wanted to run he knew he could not escape.
After being turned to face the audience in the courtroom Mr. Hearst loosened Robbie's pants. He had often though about spanking many of the boys who had shown up in court, but he had never had the opportunity to do so. Now that he had been told to give one it was like a dream come true. He pushed the young boy's pants down to his ankles. Feeling very ashamed and embarrassed all Robbie could do was stare at the floor. Mr. Heart took the waistband of the boy's underwear in his hand, and slowly he pulled them down below his knees. Robbie tried to cover his pre-pubescent genitals with his hands, but they were quickly removed and placed at his sides. The entire audience had a good view of his tiny penis which had shriveled from the extreme humiliation.
Being the old-fashioned type, Mr. Heart sat in the chair and took Robbie across his knees. He felt Robbie's little dick against his knee, and he was loving every minute of it. He rubbed his hand over the boy's baby-smooth buttocks. He could see between his crack at the tight, little anus staring up at him.
"Spank him!" Judge Kramer told him. "I'll let you know when I think he's had enough."
A loud resounding smack echoed the room as Mr. Hearst's hand struck Robbie's buttocks. Robbie couldn't believe this was happening. If he knew that he would be subjected to this sort of treatment, he would never have stole from the store. After only three hard smacks he was blubbering like a small boy. As the swats continued to fall his legs began to flail, and he began to cry louder and louder.
"Ow, please, please stop!" he cried.
Robbie's buns went from pale white, to pink, to red, to dark red. His bottom was so well spanked that it glowed from the heat. It was obviously a very painful spanking because after the fifty smacks he received he was bawling like a baby. Being lifted from the D. A.'s lap everyone could see his stiff erection which he had gotten during the spanking. He stood there crying, holding his sore, red bottom, as he left himself exposed to everyone.
Later that same day at home Robbie's mother hauled him up to his bedroom and pulled down his pants and underwear. "Now you're getting a spanking from me," she angrily told him. His penis was still erect and his mother massaged it in her hand for a moment before pulling him over her lap. She spanked him much worse that what he had gotten at court, and in no time his bottom was glowing once again. It was the first spanking she ever gave him, and it was also the last since he never once again gave her an opportunity to do so.