His black robes flowing, Larmont County Juvenile Circuit Judge Roy Beam walked into his courtroom. "All Rise!" said the baliff, and the judge was pleased, as always that folks were forced to do that, to show him respect. For, respect is what judge Beam is all about. Before he was appointed to the bench by Governor Wallace, Larmont County was a haven for all sorts of juvenile crime, from drugs, to gambling, to smoking, to theft, to....(well, you get the drift). He promised the governor to lower juvenile crime in the county, and so far, it had dropped by over fifty percent! His secret weapon was a little used ordinance in the juvenile code, specifically 3388.2 which gave the county the right to impose "sanctions" upon the body of a juvenile convicted of a first, second, or third degree felony, or a first degree misdemeanor. Judge Beam's research showed the definition of "sanctions" to be broad enough to include corporal punishment, and he had followed through with it, much to the surprise of some of the scumbag juveniles who had passed in front of his bench. At first, lawmakers, and politicians were frightened by his actions, and there was even a threat from the Civil Libertarians, but he went ahead anyway. Soon, the crime rate dropped dramatically, and he was hailed as a hero. The papers even showed a cartoon of him, with a paddle in hand, and a bent over boy with stars coming up from his bottom, and the one word "JUSTICE" in big print.
He read over the list of offenders, a petty theft, grand theft auto, and a smoking by a 13 year old!
He called the first case, a 15 year old red headed kid who had been caught "lifting" a wallet from a lady's purse by the J. C.Penny security cameras. This was a third degree felony, normally punishable by 8 strokes, but he noticed that the kid had a previous arrest.
"Young man, I see that you have had a previous arrest for petty theft. Obviously, you have not learned from your previous incarciration at the boy's penal center."
"I sentence you to ten strokes of the cane upon your bare buttocks, to be carried out at the end of this court session."
The next case was the Grand Theft Auto. A 14 year old had stolen a neighbor's car, for a joy ride. He was involved in a small accident, when he just happened to run into the rear of a stopped police cruiser! This kid obviously came from a wealthy family. His lawyer told how sorry the boy was, and how his parents were going to pay all of the damages. He said that this was a first offense for the boy, and begged the court for leniency. Judge Beam looked the kid in the eye, and asked "Is this true Jeremy? Is this the First time that you have stolen your neighbor's car to joy ride?" The boy said "Yes", but would not look the judge in the eye. Judge Beam had sent a pre-sentencing team out to scour the boy's neighborhood, and finally found two neighbors who had submitted affadavits that the boy had been seen on numerous occasions driving the neighbor lady's car, usually after she was in bed.
"Well young man, I have here some papers from witnesses who say that you have stolen this car on numerous occasions. What do you have to say for yourself now?" The boy turned beet red, as his attorney asked to see the papers. The attorney asked to confer with his client in a conference room, which the judge allowed. As they were leaving, Judge Beam called to the attorney "Advise your client of the consequences of perjury."
That left the smoking case, which he would handle quickly. Smoking, under the age of 18, was a First Degree Misdemeanor, and, as such, was punishable by 6 strokes. While the judge was not surprised that juveniles were dumb enough to smoke, he was very surprised when the offender stood in front of him! The 13 year old was a girl!
"Miss, have you anything to say for yourself?" She shook her head "no", while nervously touching the side of her skirt. "I sentence you to six strokes on your bare bottom, to be conducted after the end of this court session." The girl had tears in her eyes, and had to lean on her attorney as she was lead out by the baliff.
The Grand Theft Auto kid came back in, and apologized to the judge, admitting that he had indeed driven the car before. "Well son, at least you are finally honest about it. I sentence you to 12 strokes of the cane for the Grand Theft Auto claim, and an additional 6 strokes for your perjured testimony." Turning to his attorney, he said "I am sure you are aware that 12 strokes is the most we can normally give in one session, unless you and your client agree in advance, to have it all done at once, to "get it over with". They conferred, and agreed to get it all done at once.
Judge Beam followed the last boy out, to the punishment room. He normally allowed attorneys, and family to witness the punishments, but since there were 20 chairs, and only about 10 attorney and family members present, he instructed the baliff to allow enough folks in to fill the seats. He had found this to be an excellent way for the "word" to get around. Some parents had even called and asked to bring a child in to witness a punishment, to "scare them straight". He usually allowed these visits also.
The fifteen year old redhead was brought in for his ten strokes. In the center of the room, under two large floodlights, stood the punishment table that offenders were strapped to. One of the walls, the one facing the victem's head, was mirrored, so that witnesses could see facial expressions To the rear of the offender, were the witnesses, behind a large glass window. There was absolutely no other furniture in the room, and this was deliberate.
The boy was instructed to remove his trousers and underwear, to leave his shoes on, and to remove his shirt if, when standing, the shirt tails covered any part of his buttocks. Nervously, looking at the table, ignoring the display he was giving to twenty witnesses, the boy dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles, and worked them off over his shoes. He then stood, and the guards determined that his shirt was fine, and he could leave it on. Two guards then escorted him to the heavy oak table, where he was bent over a padded leather edge, his wrists were secured by leather restraints, as was his chest. A large protector was strapped to his kidney area, and his ankles were secured in two wooden stocks, holes in a strong piece of wood, which were pulled apart, and then closed over his ankles. Finally, straps were fastened around his thighs. He was truly fastened in, his naked bottom, unmarked except for some freckles, his visible scrotum hanging and dangling in view.
One of the guards went to a shelf on the wall, and selected a punishment cane. Unlike whippy school canes used in some countries, this was a punishment cane, thicker, stronger, and capable of bruising with every stroke, and even causing bleeding if the strokes crossed.
The guard stood at the boy's side, while the sentence was re-read. He separated his legs, and, gripping the cane with both hands, followed through with a full strength blow. For those in the room, including the boy, the whirring sound of the cane was something that you would never get used to, but that the boy would probably have nightmares about as he slept on his stomach for a few weeks. The cane met the boy's buttocks right in the center, compressing them, and causing, a milisecond later, the boy's brain to explode in pain. He screamed. The cane was pulled away, and showed a white line bisecting the boy's bottom, rapidly turning from white to red, the line would be the mark that the guard used to mark the rest of the strokes. The second was given, just below the first, leaving a familiar pair of "railroad track" marks. It was incredible how lurid and red the first stroke was, already it was swelling! The third stroke was given above the first, and the fourth below the second, working back and forth, leaving the super sensitive "sit spot", the line where the boy's buttocks end and his thighs begin, until last. Two strokes were reserved for this area, so that the boy would remember this day every time he sat, for a long time to come! The strokes were given on top of each other, and the screams of the boy were indeed pitiful. He was released, and carried by the guards, along with his clothes, to the infirmary, his butt a mass of now purple and red welts.
Next, the 13 year old girl came in, and was in tears as she was lead through the door. Receiving the same instructions, she removed her skirt and then her panties. It was determined that her blouse was too long, and she was required to remove it. This proved interesting, as in her pre-pubescent state, she did not have a bra on, and was effectively nude except for her shoes. As she was strapped in, her little girl _s_e_x_ was on display for all to see, much like the boy before her's bag.
She suffered her 6 strokes much as the boy had, one stroke on the middle of her still juvenile looking bottom, one atop that, one below it, and one on top, followed by the two stroke sit spot hits. It was unique watching a girl "get it", and Judge Beam thought to himself the term "all rise" would apply to most men in the audience, although a cute boy bottom would probably have a similar effect. The girl's bottom ended up red, with little blue streaks, obviously she had not been hit as hard, but this was understood, after all, she had just been convicted of smoking.
Next the "driver" was led into the room, and similarly placed over the table. He had a narrow, pasty bottom, which the judge imagined would look a lot different, for a long time to come. His first stroke caused him to scream so loudly the witnesses heard it through the thick glass. The guard never let up, and placed the first dozen, including the sit spot duo right were they were supposed to go. The boy's butt was a mess, red and blue, with sweat rolling off of it. After a short pause, the final six were given. At number five, the boy's bladder let go, and he peed all over the floor, splattering the very person responsible for his pain. The guard seemed to readjust his hands on the cane, as he followed through with a real blockbuster, right on the sit spot. Blood now joined the sweat. The boy had to be carried out.
The Judge hummed to himself, as the witnesses, some white-faced, filed from the room