I am standing beside my attorny, before the judge as he informs me that I was to receive 75 whacks across by bare buttocks, to be carried out Monday at 10:00AM. I look nervously at my lawyer and whisper what? The judge asks, "Is this OK with your client counselor?" to which he answers yes. I couldn't believe this as I had no say in the matter. This was Friday, and the judge suggested to my dad, that I be grounded for the weekend.

It was a long, tense ride hom, my dad didn't say a word. As I started to go up to my room, dad said, just a minute. Get over here. Before I knew it he was unbuckling my belt, unfastening the snap of my dress pants and soon they, and my briefs were around my ankles. I was 17, and dad hadn't spanked me in years, but I soon found myself across his lap, and feeling his large calloused hand soundly spanking me. This didn't last too long, but I felt quite a sting on my behind. He stood me up, gave me one more slap, and told me to get up to my room.

Dad made sure that we got to the county jail promptly Monday morning, which was where I was to receive my punishment. A large, burly guard led me away from my dad, and ushered me into a room with two other guards. I had my picture taken and fingerprinted, and next led to a large table where I was instructed to empty my pockets. They counted my change, and what I had in my wallet, and next was instructed to strip. As I slowly undressed, they wrote down all my belongings. I had a sinking feeling as I pulled down my briefs. They carefully read off all my belongings to me and had me sign the paper.

The big guard next brought me into the next room where he instructed me to clasp my hands behind my back. I see him putting on latex gloves, and I know realized I am about to experience my first strip search. He has me open my mouth and then crouches in front of me, and I feel his large fingers lift up my penis. Next he puts his hand under my testicles, and meticulousy checks me out. I am now told to turn around and bend over as far as I can. His strong hands spread my cheeks far apart. and when he releases, I begin to stand up. He says, not yet! I now fell him applying what feels like vasoline, generously around my butt crack. Next his large finger is inserted in side me, and he very carefully examines my anal cavity. As he finishes, and I stand up, I feel him slap the handcuffs behind my back.

I am now ushered out the door, down a long hallway, and into an elevator which we share with 2 other guards, and one of them was a woman. We now walk down another long hallway where my naked body can be viewed by anyone who walks by. We approach a door which he opens, and I first see 2 other guards, my father, and then to my horror, the family whose house I vandalized. The man, his wife, and teenage son were all there. I am made to face them, still with my hands cuffed behind my back, and the judges sentence is read to me. As soon as he is finished, all three guards approach me where I am turned around, and face what looks like a Singapore type caning device. One guard spreads my legs apart and attaches them to the legs of this thing, as another guard unfastens the cuffs, as I am bent forward, and see my wrists being securily fastened. I feel a wide belt being fastened around my lower back, and another one across my thighs. I feel helpless, as I cannot move. I look ahead and the wall in front of me is a miror so I can see everything behind me. I see my dad, the family, and one of the guards coming up behind me with a wicked looking paddle.

He rests the paddle across my bare butt, and next I hear the whack, and the instantanious sting. My head bounces up, as that is about the only part of my body I can move. Another WHACK, and more, and he stops at 10. He then passes the paddle to the guard who is standing at the other side of me, and he gives me another 10 good solid whacks. At 30 whacks, my body was trembling and I found myself wimpering uncontrollably. At 50 whacks there is a pause, and I can only hope this is over. As I look up, I see the guard hand the paddle to the man who's house I vandalized. He is tpld to give me 15. As I look in the mirror, I see him holding the paddle with both hands and pulled it back like a baseball player trying to hit a home run. This was the worst whack and I just fall limp, and beg them to stop an I am sobbing. After the 15, the paddle is handed to my dad who is to administer the last 10. Either my fanny was now numb, or dad took it a little easier on me.

I am now released, have my hands cuffed behind my back again. Again I have to face everone, but mow, being naked in front of them didn't seem so important. The big guard asks me if I have anything to say to the victims of my crime. I now can't control my blubbering, and can't look anyone in the face. The guard steps up to me face to face, lifts my head up, looks me sternly in the eyes, and repeats the question. I humbly say I'm sorry, as I try to choke back the tears.

I am now lead back the long corridors, only this time, everyone can see that I just experienced the spanking of my life.

When we get home, dad tells me to take off my pants, and I can't believe it. PLEASE NO MORE, as he goes into the kitchen. He comes out of the kitchen with a bucket of ice, and has me bend over across his lap. This time he gently rubs ice cubes around my flaming bottom, which feels so good.

This day, I learned a good lesson