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LESLIE'S RETURN TO THE COURTROOM,  Part 2

**NOTE:  This is a work of pure fiction.  All persons, places, names and
things depicted in this story are fictitious.  If this material offends
you, you are under 18 years old or it is illegal in your jurisdiction, DO
NOT READ ANY FURTHER!**

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Part 2 of 2.

I made a last minute inspection.  She was secured to the spanking bench,
legs spread wide, pussy which is becoming noticeably moist was on full
open display, her asshole winking at the audience with a sheen of
perspiration on the insides of her cheeks.

"I see she's enjoying this about as much as the last time," said the clerk
in a snotty tone.  The steno chuckled and explained what occurred last
time to the young intern.  He blushed as he chortled at the obviously
graphic description being given to him by the young lady.

The judge came in and the room hushed as he walked over to inspect my
preparations.  He nodded and walked over to a closet and selected his
instrument of torment for her: a leather tawse.  She watched wide-eyed as
he flexed it...approaching her now with his jacket off, tie loosened and
the sleeves of his monogrammed white shirt rolled up.

Leslie once more took stock of her predicament.  'Oh my God, what cruelty.
I've never been so exposed in all my life.  My legs ache from their spread
position, my poor asshole is still aggravated from his tortuous dry
pillage, and my pussy is moist.  I just 
know it.'  She finally got up the courage to squeak out a final plea for
mercy to the judge.

"Please, your honor, have mercy on an old woman, sir," she manages to get
out with a cracking voice.  "That damn tawse will take the skin off my
buns turned up like this.  Please spare my privates."  The judge just gave
her a pathetic look and continued getting himself into just the right
position.

'Oh God, I beg you to give me the strength to endure my punishment without
totally embarrassing myself. I'm so afraid I'm going to mess myself. 
Lord, please don't let it happen...please don't.   Oh God, I'll be
good...please...,' she begged silently, wondering if God was even
listening.

The judge approached her and bent down between her obscenely spread legs. 
He placed the tawse flat across her buttocks and made sure there was
clearance between the tawse and her pussy.  He inserted his fingers in the
space between the tawse and her skin as he moved it from where her ass
crack began at her lower spine up to the back of her thighs.  She could
feel his fingers running up the inside of her cleft, then brushing against
her pussy lips on the way to her thighs.  Her sobbing did not deter him
one bit.  The video camera caught both his testing of the tawse and her
tears.

Satisfied that he will not be striking her pussy unless he consciously
decides to spank her there, he straightened up and moved to her side.  He
extended his arm with the tawse, gauging the distance to be sure he will
properly cover both asscheeks with each stroke.

"OK, everyone, take your positions as witnesses.  I'm about to begin," he
announced loudly in the quiet room.  Sensing that her spanking was about
to begin, the audience had already begun to jockey for best viewing
position while not interfering with the videotaping.

The young court clerk walked up to me and handed me a foil packet. 

"Here's the 'fig' you asked me to bring.  Don't worry, I wouldn't forget
this for anything!" she told me proudly.  I smiled and thanked her for
being so thoughtful, sarcastically remarking that I knew Leslie
appreciated it as well.

I squatted down before her spread genitals and parted her ample asscheeks,
exposing her clenched anus even further.  I slid the tip of the ginger
suppository up to touch her asshole, which made her clench it even more. 
As soon as the initial "wink reflex" subsided, I slipped the tip inside
her puckered hole, almost all the way in.  As she clenched her asscheeks
together, I released the pressure on the fig and allowed it to slide back
out.  This caused a pleasurable sensation for her, I know, so I did it a
few more times...in and out...to have a little fun myself and to cause her
further humiliation by exhibiting pleasure under these circumstances.

Finally, I thrust the fig all the way up into her rectum, my finger buried
to the hilt.  I held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of
her insides as I felt her squeezing madly on my finger.  Finally, I
withdrew my finger and nodded to the judge.

He took a final measurement with his arm and cocked his arm back as the
audience held its breath.

Many thoughts went through Leslie's head in that brief time between when
the judge raised the tawse until she felt it smack her bare cheeks.

'How humiliating having my ass played with before witnesses.  What great 
sport for all but me.  The fig is buried into the dark, deep depths of my
person.  The fig will be hell in and unto itself very soon.  But now my
attention is focused on the tawse to soon begin taking the full measure of
my poor, poor perfectly positioned posterior.  That leather will easily
inflict the fires of hell on my fully exposed person.  At this moment I'd
literally do anything to save my bum its well deserved due.  Oh please,
God, make me brave enough to take whatever is inflicted.'

She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw shut as she anticipated the first
stroke.

"SMAAACCKKK!!!"  

"One," somebody in the audience counted aloud.

"SMAAACKK!!!"

"Two," several people counted at once.

And so it went for the first ten strokes.  She yelped and cried out at
each stroke, but she couldn't move to escape the sting of the little
strap.  The judge appeared to be enjoying his work...almost a labor of
love.  She was able to feel the excitement in the audience as the
strapping made her asscheeks burn and turn a nice rosy shade.  As for the
witnesses, they didn't want it to end.

The judge took a pause after ten.  Then he turned to the witnesses and
addressed them.

"Those first ten were for lying on the court forms.  However, the doctor
reports that she was violent and combative during her examination.  For
that, I am adding a sentence of five more," he intoned like a college
professor lecturing his students.

A murmur of approval went up from the witnesses and a couple even clapped.
 She didn't even think of protesting now because she knew the allegation
was true.  She deserved this.

The judge called me over and instructed me to swab down her bottom with an
alcohol prep pad just in case he broke the skin this time.  I had the
court clerk assist me with this by holding each of her asscheeks steady as
I wiped her down.  Then she parted her cheeks as I swabbed up and down her
cleft.  I finally wiped down her pussy lips, matting the hair to her skin
in the process.

The judge took his position again and drew his arm back.

SMAACCKKK!!!

"One," the audience called out in unison, and with glee.

SMAACCKKK!!!

"Two," the chorus resumed.  The young intern at the camera started to
giggle as he closed in on her ass in the viewfinder.  It was contagious,
because then the court steno followed suit.  In an instant, it seemed
everyone but the judge was giggling and pointing at her in her humiliating
predicament.

The final three strokes were given hard, making her ass flesh jiggle with
each new stroke.  Her ass was dark red.

Finally, the judge was finished with her and handed me the tawse.  I told
the clerk to take the tawse and scrub it down for the next session.  I
noticed Leslie had peed slightly, and the judge noticed as well.

"Get her cleaned up," said the judge.  "I don't want her messing my
courthouse on the way back to your office."

I told the sheriffs to unfasten her and they did so, helping her to her
feet.  At that time, she was weak and sobbing.  I instructed them to stand
her up and bend her over the spanking bench.  I took a sanitary napkin and
tucked it up between her legs, covering her pussy.  I taped the tabs to
her abdomen and rear thigh with surgical tape to hold it in place.  I
instructed them to seat her in the "punishment position" on the straight
back chair to the side of the spanking bench.

They made her spread her legs and straddle the chair seat, facing the back
of the chair.  They put her hands on the rear legs with her chin resting
on the top of the chair back.  They then hooked her feet behind the front
legs of the chair, which had the effect of pushing her ass over the edge
of the chair and outward...fully exposed and facing the doorway.

The door behind her opened and she saw out of the corner of her eye two
new sheriffs escorting in a young man of about twenty.  He was begging and
pleading to be spared, but he stopped, staring at the spectacle she
presented.  She felt him gazing with fear at what was just done to her
backside...and he knows the same was going to happen to him.  She was so
ashamed at having another young man witness her in his mortifying
position, but there was nothing she could do to protect her modesty.

The judge stood in front of her and lectured her on the evil of her ways,
and told her he never wanted to see her back in his courtroom again.  Or
the punishment would be proportionately increased.

The sheriffs began fastening the young man to the spanking bench, face
down.   She could see his shiny buttocks being stretched taut while they
secured him.  She caught a glimpse of his testicles being pushed back
between his legs as they were spread apart.  Then the court clerk reached
beneath his hips and adjusted his semi-hard cock so it was pinned between
the bench and his abdomen pointing straight ahead.

Somehow, her pain subsided enough to know that she would love to stay and
witness his punishment if she were allowed.

Coming back to reality, she suddenly realized the view she was presenting
to the young man on the spanking bench.  'Surely they won't require a
woman my age to be so shamelessly exhibited.  These bastards have no
decency at all!  I'm sorry, but it's just that this is all too much for
me.  At least remove the damn pad!  That's all I ask... just remove the
fucking pad!!!  I've taken a brutal beating...I've been punished.  But
please don't subject me to the unimaginable humiliation of walking in
public nude save for a damn sanitary napkin!'

But it was all part of Leslie's punishment.  Maybe I'd have time to cover
her a bit before we entered the hallway and walked past all those folks
who've had their ears to the door for the last half hour....and maybe not.

I made her stand up, still straddling the chair.  I ripped off the
sanitary napkin and handed it to her to take out of the room when we go. 
I made her bend over where the young bound boy could see her asshole
clearly. I took a tampon from the court steno and inserted it into her
asshole so the fig wouldn't leak out onto the floor.

Since I was in a hurry for the next subject, I threw the hospital gown
over her shoulders as we walked to the door.  She glanced back once more
at the young man with his bared bottom sticking up in the air and noticed
the clerk changing the name on the sign to say "Brad."

The sheriffs led her out into the hallway with the gown barely covering
her still-clamped tits.  Her red, flaming ass was exposed as she walked
past a small group of spectators of all sexes and ages.  They gaped at her
red ass as she passed...and at the string hanging out from between her
cheeks.  She hung her head in shame and padded silently down the hall in
her bare feet, holding the wet sanitary napkin in her hand.  Now they all
knew she couldn't control herself from peeing under punishment.

When we returned to my office, they brought her into the bathroom...the
same one as last time with no doors.  We all watched as I made her tug at
the string and pull the tampon out of her rectum.  Then we heard the
'plop' as the bits of the fig left inside her hit the water.

When she was through, I had the sheriffs bend her over and spread her
cheeks for me...and I wiped her pussy and asshole off with some clean
gauze.

I told her to get dressed, and we all watched as she slowly, painfully
slipped on her clothes, but without panties because she was wearing none
to begin with.  I smiled as I thought of that short skirt rubbing her
irritated ass all the way home.

I smiled and waved goodbye to her as she walked out the door...and said,
"Hope to see you again soon, Leslie!" as cheerfully as I could muster. 
The sheriffs chuckled as she waved limply back, unable to speak a word.

She slunk through the short hallway, hoping no one would see her leave. 
The crowd was still at the door to the judge's chambers, listening to the
boy take his licks.  A pre-teen girl was there giggling and counting the
strokes on her fingers with undisguised glee.  A man in the group turned
and spotted Leslie, pointing her out to another man just as she slipped
through the stairwell door.

She hurried to her car, refusing to look back at the building.  She got in
the car, where the seats were really hot, causing her to squirm
uncontrollably.  Poor Leslie wondered how she was ever going to make it
home.

As she swung around past the building on the way out of the lot, she saw a
young girl come out of the building carrying a file folder.  She looked
twice at Leslie as she passed.  Leslie craned her neck at the girl as she
drove past, just in time to see her smile and pat her fanny a few times. 
She knew!

Leslie reflected painfully on what had brought her to this mortifying
punishment today.  'I was a fool dressing in such a short tight miniskirt
with no panties at my age...God, at any age.  This skirt pressing
painfully against my ass...each step is torture...and the hot car....black
seats...my thigh tops sizzle on contact...I shall spend the day and night
on my stomach and am certain to take several meals standing.  I hope my
boss doesn't mind my 
taking off a few days.  There is no way this old girl's ass could sit at a
typewriter anytime soon.  I almost expect to hear on the national news
tonight, "43 year old Leslie was strapped today at the courthouse for
probation violations related to public indecency involving minors.  During
her strapping she peed on herself.  Following her strapping 
Leslie was led through the public hallway nearly nude with a tampon
inserted in her red ass.  She was later seen leaving wearing a
ridiculously short miniskirt so brief observers confirmed she was not
wearing panties.  It seems some women never learn when it comes to public
indecency...FILM AT 11."

When Leslie calmed down, she wished she could go back and thank that judge
for punishing her.  She did wrong and deserved what she had received.  

'Surely I can behave and avoid further punishment sessions,' she promised
herself as she inserted a smooth jazz tape into the dashboard player. 'It
will certainly be awhile before this old girl does any sunbathing with
these blistered cheeks and thighs. Now where did I leave my vibrator...?'

END

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