Coporal Punishment

  

"Corporal Punishment" 

                  
 Story written by: Rikki



       What if corporal punishment and public humiliation were reestablished as ways of paying back debts to society for petty crimes and misdemeanors.
      The year is 2032. Lower part of Sharrella precinct, Derick Petrinski is entering the courthouse to receive his court ordered corporal punishment phase of his sentence.
      Derick walks up the steps trying to hold his head high knowing what was awaiting him inside. Derick was dressed head to toe as a woman as he scaled the steps.
     He was under orders to cross-dress from a judge that had found him guilty of sexual harassment in the work place. He had visited one of the many salons that catered to men who were sentenced to crossdress and had dressed for a week when he was caught removing his dress and not wearing it as instructed at home and when away from work.
     He had pleaded with the judge but she would hear none of it. His sentence was increased from 15 days of crossdressing full time to 45 days. Derick was emotional in front of the judge wearing his black dress and pumps. His face fully made up and his hair salon curled and primped.
      "You will dress as a woman full time. I am making it 45 days. I am also adding corporal punishment to your sentence. You will make arrangements with the County Disciplinarians office to have this done."
     The judge looked at the feminized man.
      "Do you understand me Mr. Petrinski?"
      Derick entered the facility and had a seat in the waiting room which reminded him of a large doctors office. There were several people sitting waiting and all were looking at the feminized man as he sat waiting. Many were grinning.
     "Mr. Petrinski," a woman said opening the door. Derick stood up and grabbed his purse. "Will you come inside please."
      Derick was led just inside where he was asked to sign a couple of forms and then his hands were cuffed behind him. He was then led to a small room by two women who said nothing.
      "Please stand here against the table," the woman said helping him.
     Derick's ankles and thighs were strapped to the table.
      "Open your mouth please," the other woman said and a red ball gag was pulled into his mouth and strapped tightly in place.
      Derick looked about the room in a panic. His panties were pulled down to his leg straps and he was bent over. His body was then strapped to the table. The woman pumped the pedal and caused the table to rise and Derick's toes soon could no longer touch the floor.
     The two girls left and almost immediately the Disciplinarian came in with a 2' long wood paddle that would be used to administer Derick's court ordered punishment. She said nothing. She lifted his skirt and revealed his naked bottom.
     "SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!! SMACK!!!"
     Derick was screaming into the ball gag at the intense fire and stinging that was now being inflicted on his ass.
     "SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!"
     The woman hit him hard with the board each stroke causing his butt cheeks to quiver after impact.
     "SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!"
      It was too much. No matter what Derick had done he didn't deserve this. This was because he had stopped dressing as a woman when he got home in the evenings and the judge felt he was not taking her seriously.
     "SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!  SMACK!!!"
      A screaming Derick fought against his bonds but it was of no use. His buttocks sat perfectly still so the punishment could be administered, and it had been. Derick was done.
     He was left alone for ten minutes still strapped to the table so he could regain his composure. After ten minuted the other girls let him up and he went to the bath room to wash his face, dry his tears and freshen up.
      He stepped out his eyes still watery and blood shot from the experience he had just endured. There was no doubt he was bruised, but there was no lasting damage.
      He had to sign a paper saying he had indeed been disciplined and the officials gave him a copy with their seal showing the same.
      "Mr. Petrinski" the woman behind the desk said looking at her computer screen, "I am putting you down for the 23rd at 6:30 AM. That's in three weeks. Don't be late. We will see you then." the woman said handing him a card.
      Derick said nothing. He had to come back in three weeks and have this done again. The people in the waiting room saw him leave teary eyes putting his appointment in his purse. Derick knew there were many other things that happened here but he assume at least some of them would be getting what he had just received.