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Subject: STORY: Leslie's Second Spank(MM/F,spk,humil,wit)
Date: 9 Aug 1997 14:51:15 GMT
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Here is the sequel to Leslie's first court strapping....

LESLIE'S RETURN TO THE COURTROOM

PART 1

**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!**


Recap of the first part:

Leslie had gone to court to answer charges of contributing to the
delinquency of a minor after being caught "flashing" a young bag boy at a
local supermarket.  Faced with the choice of jail time or corporal
punishment, she opted for the corporal punishment.  As a result, I
conducted a humiliating physical examination prior to a severe strapping
administered before witnesses by a female judge in her chambers.  

Leslie was very sore driving home that day.  She though to herself, 'I
sure hope the clerk doesn't find my prior conviction for sunbathing nude
at my apartment complex in the summer of 1995 when I lived in the next
county.'  It seems some parents complained after their teenage boys told
what they saw.  She was given a hefty fine and two years probation.  This
prior record should have been disclosed to the court on the forms each
defendant is required to submit. If they find out, she knew she would
probably be summoned to correct that error...in the typical fashion in
that county. She became damp between her legs with fear as the importance
of the situation hit her.

This is my recollection of Leslie's second appearance at our courthouse.

LESLIE IS SUMMONED TO COURT

The official looking envelope arrived that afternoon in her mailbox. 
Hands sweaty and shaking, Leslie read the text on the embossed stationery:
"You are hereby SUMMONED to the County Courthouse before Judge Richard
Dakin to explain your omitting reference to your prior criminal record in
Concord County.  You will report to the Court Clerk next Thursday and give
your explanation in open court.  The judge's ruling will determine your
punishment.  You are required to be on time and suitably attired.  Hereof,
fail not under penalty of the law."

Leslie reported as ordered, hoping for the best. She was really glad to
see a male judge, thinking she could influence him toward leniency.  She
decided to dress to try to appeal to him: white see-through blouse
unbuttoned to expose cleavage, demi-cup pushup bra, tight thigh-high red
miniskirt with rear kick slit to within an inch of her bottom when 
standing, sheer-to-the waist pantyhose and four inch high heels with an
ankle strap.  And no panties.  She dressed like the real brat she thought
she was; too good to be spanked like she was at the hands of the bitch
judge from last time.

Surely this guy will understand and we can get this worked out, she
thought confidently.  I should be in and out of there in no time and get
on with my day.

When she appeared before the bench, the judge did NOT "understand."  Her
case was called, and she appeared pro se.  She demurely explained her
omission to him with a coy smile and a perfunctory apology, and the
prosecutor responded that had the previous judge known of her prior
conviction, the punishment would have been more severe.  Leslie just
smiled her thousand watt smile, hoping to convince the judge the whole
thing was a simple, harmless mistake.

The judge finally banged his gavel and found her guilty of deliberately
deceiving the court, and gave her a choice of 60 days incarceration in the
county work camp, or corporal punishment.  He recessed the court, giving
her 15 minutes to decide.  Leslie was stunned, and the smile quickly
vanished.  In contrast, the prosecutor had a smug grin on his face as he
gathered up his files.

When the court session resumed, the judge called Leslie up to the bench
and asked what her decision was.  

"Oh God, I simply can't take jail, your honor," she said.  "I really have
no choice. I'll have to take corporal punishment, sir, if you really feel
I must be punished.  But I beg that you show me mercy, sir. I'm over 40
and all..."

"Very well. Let the record show that the defendant, Leslie, elects
judicial corporal punishment," the judge cut her off abruptly. "The
sheriffs will now escort you to the doctor's office for a preliminary
examination prior to imposition of sentence.  You will then be escorted to
my chambers for execution of the sentence.  I haven't decided on the exact
sentence; however, your attitude and demeanor will influence me in my
final decision," the judge stated clearly for the record.  "Court is now
adjourned," he pronounced as he banged his gavel, signaling the bailiff to
call everyone to rise as the judge exited the bench.

Two male deputy sheriffs took her by the arms and led her to my office
down a hall behind the courtroom.  When she entered the room, she saw me
there in a white lab coat going over a chart.  She stopped short,
remembering what I did with her the last time she was brought in here for
her pre-punishment examination.  The sheriff handed me her sentencing
orders, then stepped back against the wall. She expected them to leave,
but it clearly wasn't going to happen.

"Hel...hello, doctor," she manages to stammer out as her eyes drop to the
floor in shame.

Without responding, I looked up at her with my steely blue eyes, then
looked her up and down, observing the way she was dressed.  I pointed to
the sheriffs and ordered, "Strip her!"

"Please don't touch me ...I don't need your help...I'll take them, off
just don't touch me...please," she cried out.  She began backing away from
them and flailing her arms to keep them at a distance.  She was no match
for the two of them. The sheriffs overpowered her and forcibly stripped
her naked.  They dragged her over to my examination table kicking and
screaming.  She was causing such a commotion that the young female clerk
and a receptionist came running in to see what was the matter.

The clerk and receptionist quickly jumped in to help hold her down while
the sheriffs strapped her down to the exam table.  Her wrists were
handcuffed and pulled back over her head while she was on her back and
chained to the head of the table.  This stretched her tits out and exposed
her nipples for all to see.  Her legs and feet were placed into the
stirrups and secured with leather straps which were buckled tightly to
hold her in place.  Finally, two straps were tightened along her torso to
hold her to the table.  She continued to struggle and scream, so I balled
up some gauze and shoved it into her mouth, taping it in with surgical
tape.

The sheriffs and the two young ladies were breathing hard, and looked at
each other with satisfied expressions of "a job well done."  Finally, the
clerk and receptionist glanced sideways at each other and burst into fits
of giggled.  They came around between her legs, bent over, and looked
closely at her pussy and asshole all exposed.

"Wow, she's a whole lot more feisty today," one of them giggles.  "The
judge is going to have fun with this one.  I can't wait!"

I told everyone the show was over...for now.  The two girls left, still
smiling sadistically.  I told the sheriffs to remain in case she gave me
any more problems.  They resumed their position back against the wall,
watching.

I pulled on my latex gloves.

Leslie watched me, eyes wide with apprehension as she thought, 'What a
humiliating situation...spread as I am exposing my all to strange men who
have had their hands all over me watching as latex gloves were pulled on
for only one reason: to probe deeply into the openings I present.  The
gauze and tape silence my protest. I am merely a piece of meat to be
inspected, body orifices to be probed and plundered with no regard for the
pain or shame. God, I hope I'm clean...'

I spread apart her fleshy asscheeks and inspected her anus...her tight
brown puckered hole.  To help hold her down firmly, I attached nipple
clamps to her tits, making the nipples very hard and erect.  I laced some
dental floss between them, then taped the floss to her mouth.  Every time
she squirmed or thrashed her head around, she would be pulling on her
nipples...and inflicting her own pain.

I picked up the tube of KY jelly.  Then, after a moment's reflection, put
it back down.  Since she's caused me so much trouble, I decided to
penetrate her dry.  I can't wait to see her reaction as I force my fingers
into her pussy and asshole without the usual and expected lubrication.

I spread her pussy lips apart, smoothing the hair away from the slit.  I
twisted my dry finger around and into her urethral opening, eliciting a
sharp but muffled cry from her gagged mouth.  I took her clit between my
fingers and squeeeezed....making her hips buck violently against her
restraints.  Finally, I inserted my two fingers into her pussy...dry.  I
had a hard time getting them in past her inner lips, but I succeeded after
much pushing and twisting.  Good thing she's not a virgin, I thought.  On
the other hand, maybe it would have been better if she was....

After withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, I spread the cheeks of her
ass.  I looked at her face and saw her eyes had gone wide with fear again.
 She knew I was going to split her asshole with dry fingers, too.  A
single tear rolled down the side of her face.

I wiped off what little moisture remained on my glove from her pussy, then
touched her asshole with the tip of my finger.  She could feel the gradual
pressure as I began pushing and twisting my finger to get it inside. 
Slowly, I managed to get it all the way up, despite her struggling and
moaning.  Although I wanted to, inserting a second finger into her dry
hole would have been almost impossible.  I decided to move on to other
things.

At last, I pulled out my finger with much resistance from her dry asshole.
 I removed the gloves and smiled at the sheriffs.  

"No contraband," I say.  "She's ready for the judge."

Throughout my dry probing of her two pelvic orifices, Leslie was torn
between the discomfort of my probing and the involuntary torment she was
inflicting on her own nipples at the same time.  Her mind was consumed
with the pain in her nipples as the clips crushed and pulled them.  She
tried to keep her head still but when I impaled her dry, it was just too
much to endure.  She twisted and bucked about involuntarily, inflicting
incidental pain.  It felt as if she were tearing her nipples off.  She had
never 
felt such pain as I savaged and plundered her poor sex.  Then the 
terrible realization that I was going up her ass dry.  Her sphincter felt
as 
if it was being split...it felt as if my finger was going to come out her
throat as I probed her, going where no other man has ever gone before
this.  'Surely my 
ass is damaged beyond repair,' she silently sobbed to herself.

One of the sheriffs commented that I didn't examine her mouth for hidden
contraband...that's a standard procedure.  I was so caught up with her
struggling and my intentional infliction of punishment that I almost
forgot.

I told one of them to come over and hold her head still.  I removed the
tape and gauze from her mouth and inserted a bite block between her teeth
so she couldn't bite my fingers.  Then, with two of my fingers, I probed
around her gum line and the insides of her cheeks.  I took a strip of dry
gauze dressing and grabbed her tongue, pulling it up and out, inspecting
under it carefully.  Lastly, I slipped my fingers all the way to the back
of her throat and depressed her tongue...causing her to gag violently and
try to thrash her head around as the sheriff held her still.

Finding nothing in her mouth, I ordered her released.  With her breath
coming in gasps, I made her promise not to scream or yell anymore, with
threats of the gag being reapplied.
Leslie gratefully agreed.  'No more of that damned gag!' she prayed
silently.

I nodded to the two men, and they began to unfasten her from my table.  I
told them to slip a hospital gown on her, covering her front.  But even
when tied, it's open in the back, typical of an examination gown.  They
handcuffed her again, this time with her hands behind her back.  I looked
at the clock and saw that the judge was waiting.  We have to hurry.  No
time to stay here and take her temperature...the last thing to be done
before pronouncing her fit for the rest of her ordeal.

I told the sheriffs to step on her bare feet and hold them to the floor. 
She felt the soles of their boots pressing down hard on the insteps of her
feet and over the tops of her toes.  I had them grab her shoulders and
bend her forward at the waist.  When she did so, the gown fell to the
sides and front, leaving her buttocks completely bare.  I took a large
rectal thermometer with a flared pear-shaped silver tip to help retain it,
and inserted it dry into her asshole.  I wiggled it in and twirled it a
few times, then gave it a little tug to be sure it would remain in place.

When I indicated we were ready to go, the sheriffs took her arms and
escorted her into the hallway, turning left.  They made her pad down the
hallway in her bare feet, and she could see the employees and public
visitors looking out of the glassed-in offices at her, knowing where she
was going and what was about to happen to her.  She thought a few  may
have looked sorry for her, but others had a gleeful look about them...glad
it wasn't them, at the same time wishing they could witness her
punishment.  This just multiplied her humiliation tenfold.

She felt their eyes following her, and as she passed them, she knew they
were looking at her bare bottom with a glass thermometer peeking out from
between her fleshy round asscheeks as she walked.

Mercifully, she finally got to the large, thick, solid oak door to the
Judge's Chambers.

'God, that was humiliating the way he inserted the damn rectal
thermometer...I can hardly walk...it feels as if something is driven up my
poor asshole,' she continued thinking.  'What a spectacle at my age being
led through a public building with a tiny hospital gown that only conceals
my breasts and a damn rectal thermometer sticking out my asshole for all
to see.  Everyone seems to enjoy the spectacle but me.  Sure, some of the
women give a second thought to what if it were them in the tiny gown...but
they know it's some other hussy getting her due, no doubt.  Oh God,
there's a teen getting his fill.  I'm almost old enough to be his
grandmother.  God, I hope no one who knows me is looking on.  Oh please,
God in heaven, please let the judge's chambers be empty.  Oh no, I need to
use the bathroom...the inside of my leg is wet...and I sure hope this
thermometer stays in and 
I don't let it slide out onto the hall floor...'

As she walked into the judge's chambers, she was led across a plush carpet
to an expansive mahogany desk with high back leather chair behind it. 
Standing to the side was Judge Dakin, a tall, trim man of about 55 with
short, neat gray hair and wire rimmed glasses, dressed in a business suit
as one would expect of a judge.

The sheriffs hauled her up before him and he looked her up and down
without speaking.  

He asked me, "Doctor, is this criminal prepared to receive her just
punishment?"

"Yes, your honor.  All I have to do is verify her temperature and we may
proceed," I replied.

"Very well. Let's get on with it."

The sheriffs grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down to the desk
surface, being sure her pelvis was tight up against the edge and her
breasts were flattened against the top.  One sheriff considerately spread
apart the hospital gown for me so as to reveal her ample buttocks...and
the thermometer peeking out from the cleft.  I bent down and spread her
cheeks with one hand, while with the other I tugged the bulb of the
thermometer past her anus until it plopped free and her asshole squeezed
shut behind it.  I read it after wiping it down, and announced her
temperature was normal.

The judge now commanded, "Take her into the punishment room and prepare
her."

She was straightened up and dragged by the hair into an adjoining
conference room which had been converted into a corporal punishment area. 
In the room she immediately noticed the young girl clerk and the court
reporter from her last visit.  They smiled as she entered.  The steno
greeted her sarcastically with, "I see you just couldn't resist coming
back to see us!"  Leslie turned red, but figured it was best not to
respond to the taunt.

She also noticed a younger man, a boy actually, who she deduced by
overhearing conversations that he was a summer intern from a local
college.  'Oh God,' she thought, 'why do I have to be exposed like this in
front of him?  It's bad enough that adult strangers are going to see my
bare bottom whipped, but a boy, too?'  Also present was the District
Attorney.

She was led to a wooden bench toward the rear of the room.  She saw a
black felt sign framed in silver, with plastic letters pressed into it
which read "Leslie #2."  Kind of like the signs they have in funeral
homes, she thought.  She looked behind her and saw the video camera
already set up and the young intern making adjustments to it.

Unlike last time, the sheriffs placed her on the bench on her back, face
up, with her crotch facing the audience.  They took leather cuffs and
straps and secured her hands to the far end of the bench over her head,
the stretching causing her breasts to flatten as they were pulled upward. 
The clerk and the stenographer came over and placed her legs in
full-support stirrups and strapped them down with leather straps.  Two
wide leather straps secured her torso to the bench.

"Nice nipple clamps, Leslie," smirked the clerk.  Leslie had almost
forgotten she still had them on, and was thoroughly humiliated now.

When everyone was through tying her down, I checked to be sure all was
secure and she couldn't move.  I then adjusted the stirrups so that her
legs pointed toward the ceiling and her knees were brought back to almost
touch her nipples.  Then her legs were spread apart wider.  

"Can you get a shot of this OK?" I ask the intern.

"Hold on a second...there we go.  Beautiful.  I can get the whole scene
and I can zoom in tight with no problem.  This is a perfect angle," Leslie
heard him respond as if she weren't even there.

(To be continued in Part 2)