Linda at the Young Offenders' Institute

[femlord]

Linda at the young offenders' institute

1)

Eighteen year old Linda Marshall and her friend Tiffany Brown sat in Judge Stephen Johnson’s courtroom and listened to the long list of charges that had been brought against them. They included car theft, joyriding, vandalism, being a female in possession of alcohol while under the legal age for women of 25, consumption of alcohol while being under the legal age for women of 25, intent to supply alcohol to males under the legal age for men of 21, possession of drugs for personal consumption, consuming drugs, possession of drugs with intent to supply, ‘the use of wanton, depraved and obscene language,’ ‘sluttish and whorish behaviour,’ suspicion of prostitution, indecent exposure, lack of respect towards a police officer, attempted bribery of an officer of the law, vandalism, and theft from Mr. David Nicholson’s shop.

The truth, of course, was that they’d been picked up by a couple of boys driving (unknown to them) a stolen car and who’d also been in possession of drugs and booze. They’d then taken them to a shop where they’d all gone inside and the boys had nicked a couple of things from the counter and dropped them into the girls’ bags.

Unfortunately, only the fact that the stolen goods were FOUND inside the girls’ bags had registered with the police.

Linda was a beautiful 18 year old girl who stood at 5ft 9inches tall. She had long black hair, big hazel eyes, and a full-figured 36-26-36 body. Tiffany was also 18 and pretty in her own right. She stood at 5ft7inches tall and had blue eyes, blonde hair and a 34-24-34 body.

As well as Linda and Tiffany, the two boys who had been the cause of their downfall were also in the courtroom. Both were 19 years old and both had a string of offences as long as your arm. To date they had only been given probation or community service for their crimes, but they were worried that this time their luck might finally run out.

The two boys, Robert Jackson and Nick Taylor, sat nervously in court, their family nearby. They had both been given a court-appointed a lawyer on legal aid to defend them. Tiffany’s family chose her older brother Peter to present their case. He had not long since qualified as a lawyer and this was only his second case. Unlike the boys, her family was having to pay the legal costs in full.

Typically, Linda’s family refused to allow her the services of a lawyer. She would just have to try to defend herself in court. Not that she held out much hope of getting off, and with the long string of charges against her Linda was certain that she would be going down for a long time.

As was nowadays the custom in criminal trials, the defence had to present its case first. They had NO right to know the prosecution’s evidence against them whereas they had to turn over all their evidence and a full list of witnesses to the prosecution. No such courtesy was extended to the defence team by the prosecution.

Robert Jackson took the stand first. He looked extremely nervous but his lawyer did his best to reassure and relax the youngster.

‘Your name is Robert Jackson?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Robert Jackson, you are accused of car theft and joyriding. How do you plead?’

‘Not guilty, sir.’

‘Very well. Do you remember the night of October 15th?’

‘Yes, sir, I remember it well.’

‘What made you get into the car with your friend and the two girls who stand here in court as your co-defendants?’

‘It was all their fault, sir,’ Robert protested vigorously. ‘They chatted us up and that Linda girl come on to me really strong.’

‘And you absolutely deny stealing the car?’

‘Yes, sir. It was all Linda’s fault. She told me it was her brother’s car and that he often let her drive it if she asked him.’

‘So you assumed that she had every right to ask you to get into the car with her and her friend Tiffany Brown?’

‘Yes, of course, sir. If I’d of known the motor was nicked of course I wouldn’t have gone near it! It was that Linda what conned me into driving it away.’

‘So if you didn’t know the car was stolen, you can’t be guilty of car theft or joyriding, can you?’

‘No, sir.’

‘Very good. How did you meet the two girls in the first place?’

‘Well, sir, we’d just finished our shift at the factory and we was thinking about maybe going home when we saw the two of them standing outside the Ho Nightclub.’

‘Had you ever been in there before?’

‘No, sir, I’ve never been inside that place. I hear it’s got a bit of a bad reputation among the people of Aldminster.’

‘Do you think it lives up to its name?’

‘What, the Ho, you mean, sir? Well, I certainly saw a lot of girls going in there who LOOKED as if they were whores!’

‘And did Linda Marshall look like a whore to you, Mr. Jackson?’

‘She definitely did, sir.'

Linda fumed in silent anger as the boy spun his pack of lies. There was absolutely nothing she could do about the totally untrue picture he was painting of her. Thank God I’ve got Tiff, she thought sadly. At least she’s a TRUE friend!

'And did she proposition you for sex?'

'I’m afraid so, sir. I was pretty shocked to be honest.'

'What exactly did she say to you?'

'She said, hello, big boys, fancy a gangbang fuck?'

‘So how did you react when she said that to you?’

‘I... I’m afraid I went bright red with embarrassment, sir. It isn’t the sort of thing a NICE girl says to a complete stranger, is it?’

‘Certainly not!’ the lawyer agreed. ‘And when you’d finished blushing?’

‘She licked her lips in a provocative way and smiled at me, sir. Then she said, come on, big boys, I’ve got a car right here and we can go for a spin. Then when we’ve got out of this fucking shit town, you can fuck me. I’ll take it anywhere – on my face, up my mouth, up my arse, up my cunt.'

‘Good heavens!’ said the lawyer in mock disgust. ‘She said all that to you?'

‘I’m afraid she did, sir.’

'What a whorish girl she must be! And what a filthy mouth she’s got on her!‘

'Yes, sir,’ Robert agreed eagerly. ‘I was quite shocked to hear language like that from a young girl. Well, any girl, really. I mean, I know the last few years the government’s been doing its best to crack down on bad language and bad behaviour by out of control girls but they obviously missed one with this Linda.’

‘They did indeed,’ said the lawyer, putting on a grim face for the benefit of the audience. ‘I only hope that this time the bitch will get exactly what she deserves. Only last week the Justice Secretary spoke of how the biggest danger facing Britain was what he so rightly called ‘the female problem.’ Anyone who wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by that only has to take a look at the bitch standing in the dock like the worthless whore she is! Just look at her – anyone can see the sort of disgusting slapper she is!’

Linda fumed silently as she heard herself being trashed unjustly yet again. If it wasn’t for the fact that bitter experience over many years had taught her that speaking up would not only be pointless but would probably make her position even WORSE, she would have exploded and shouted out in the courtroom that he was lying through his teeth about practically everything. It was so totally untrue and unjust that she almost burst into tears.

Then things got even more unfair and ridiculous as the lawyer representing both of the boys who had stolen the car turned to the judge and spoke.

‘My Lord, I respectfully submit that the case against both my clients should be dismissed. It is abundantly clear that neither Mr. Jackson nor Mr. Taylor did anything wrong and that the entire blame in this matter clearly rests with the two girls who led them astray and lied to them about the true situation.’

He swallowed a bit before saying his next sentence because he hoped that the judge hadn’t bothered to check their previous criminal records.

‘They are both fine upstanding young gentlemen with unblemished pasts and were clearly manipulated by these two wicked girls in the dock. I move for the# dismissal of all charges against my clients.’

‘Does the prosecution have any objection?’ the judge asked.

‘No, My Lord,’ the prosecuting counsel said quickly. ‘We are persuaded that Linda Marshall and her co-conspirator Tiffany Brown were entirely to blame in the matter and it would be a grave injustice for two young men to have their lives tainted by these fictitious accusations.’

‘Very well,’ said the judge, ‘I have to say that I entirely concur with my learned friends. It is clear that these two young gentlemen were
guilty of nothing more than being unfortunate enough to find themselves in the company of two designing bitches who manipulated them into breaking the law. At no time were they aware of any of the criminal activity into which the two girls had lured them. You are free to go, gentlemen, without a single stain upon your character.’

‘If it please Your Lordship,’ said the prosecuting counsel. ‘I would appreciate it if you would request them to stay for the remainder of the trial. I very much hope to hear their testimony as to the conduct of the two cunts and feel that they may have vital evidence to impart.’

‘I agree,’ said the judge. ‘Gentlemen, please remain in court. Move out of the dock and into the main courtroom area. YOU are no longer on trial. Let the case against the two girls be heard!’

Fucking typical, thought Linda sourly. Me and Tiff done nothing wrong and we’re going to get punished for it. The two bastards who conned us in their stolen motor go scot fucking free!

 

[femlord]

2)

‘Mr. Brown, please call Tiffany Brown to the stand.’

‘Thank you, My Lord,’ said Peter, speaking for the first time. ‘I am, as you know, Tiffany’s brother. I have recently begun my legal career and this is only my second case. I crave the indulgence of the court for any inadvertent mistakes upon my part. I would also like to add that the only reason I am appearing for the defence today is to protect my sister from a possible miscarriage of justice and that I firmly intend to seek employment within the Crown Prosecution Service for all my future cases.’

‘We wish you well in your future career, Mr. Brown. Please present your case.’

‘Thank you, My Lord.’

As Tiffany took the stand she gave a nervous gaze across to Linda. Her friend smiled at her, pretending an encouragement she didn’t feel at all. A thumbs up sign completed her attempt to reassure Tiffany.

‘You are Tiffany Brown,’ Peter began.

‘You know who – sorry, sir. Yes, I am, sir.’

‘You are accused of car theft, joyriding, vandalism, being a female in possession of alcohol while under the legal age for women of 25, consumption of alcohol while being under the legal age for women of 25, intent to supply alcohol to males under the legal age for men of 21, possession of drugs for personal consumption, consuming drugs, possession of drugs with intent to supply, ‘the use of wanton, depraved and obscene language,’ ‘sluttish and whorish behaviour,’ suspicion of prostitution, indecent exposure, lack of respect towards a police officer, attempted bribery of an officer of the law, vandalism, and theft from Mr. David Nicholson’s shop. How do you plead to these charges?’

‘Not guilty, sir,’ Tiffany almost whispered.

‘Speak up, girl!’ the judge shouted at her. ‘Answer the question!’

‘Sorry, My Lord,’ she said hastily. ‘Not guilty, sir.’

‘So you didn’t knowingly get into a stolen car with the two young men?’ asked Peter.

‘No, sir.’

‘No what? You didn’t get into the car or you didn’t know it was stolen?’

‘I didn’t know it was stolen, sir.’

‘Well, if you didn’t know it was stolen, you can hardly be guilty of joyriding, can you? What about the use of wanton, depraved and obscene language?’

‘I never do, sir. I’m a good girl, honestly!’

‘My lord, I think we’ve heard enough already. I move that the charges of car theft, joyriding, and the use of wanton, depraved and obscene language be dismissed.’

‘Any objections?’ the judge asked the prosecutor.

‘No, My Lord,’ he answered. ‘We are satisfied that those charges should only apply to Linda Marshall rather than her co-defendant.’

‘Very well,’ said the judge, not looking happy about it. ‘Those charges against Tiffany Brown are hereby dismissed. Please continue, Mr. Brown.’

‘How were you dressed when you met the boys?’

‘I was wearing a skirt and blouse, a bra and knickers, tights and a bonnet, sir.’

‘I draw the court’s attention to defence exhibit A – a photograph of what my client wore on the night in question. As you can see, it was entirely suitable clothing for a young girl and not in any way an outfit that could be considered to be indecently exposing herself. DID you expose yourself indecently at any time during that night, Tiffany?’

‘No, sir, I didn’t,’ said Tiffany.

‘Do the two gentlemen agree that she did not expose herself indecently during that night?’

The two boys whispered quickly with their lawyer. After a few seconds he stood up and nodded his agreement.

‘My clients agree that Tiffany Brown at no time exposed herself indecently that night.’

‘I therefore request that this charge against her also be dismissed,’ said Peter.

‘Very well,’ said the judge. ‘That charge against her is dismissed. Proceed!’

‘And did you behave in a sluttish and whorish way?’

‘No, sir, I didn’t.’

‘What exactly happened when you got into the car?’

‘Well, sir, Mr. Jackson drove, and Linda got into the front seat with him. I got into the back seat with Mr. Taylor.’

‘And what happened then?’

‘Mr. Taylor asked if he could hold my hand and I said that would be nice. Later he put his arm around me and then he kissed me. We didn’t do anything else, sir.’

‘Does Mr. Taylor agree with that account of the night’s events?’

Another whispered consultation with the second boy and his lawyer produced the same result as before.

‘Mr. Taylor agrees with that account, My Lord. The prosecution is prepared to withdraw that particular charge as well.’

‘And the suspicion of prostitution charge – how did that come about?’

‘I’m not sure, sir. I think the officer must have got slightly confused when he arrested us. I’m
not that sort of girl at all.’

‘So what exactly are you saying, Tiffany? Are you saying that the officer was confused about both of you when he charged you with suspected prostitution? Or was he only mistaken about you – and he had good reason to suspect Marshall of being a filthy whore?’

Tiffany lowered her gaze to the floor. in shame. Suddenly she felt tears springing into her eyes. It hurt her to have to do what she was doing now but her brother and the rest of the family had persuaded her that it was her only chance of staying out of juvenile detention. She truly liked Linda but it seemed like she had no choice. Either she betrayed her friend or else she spent goodness only knew how long in a young offenders’ institute herself.

‘Yes, sir,’ she almost whispered. ‘He was mistaken about me.’

‘But not about Marshall? She really was carrying on like a total whore?’

‘Yes, sir, she was,’ said Tiffany, her voice quivering as her eyes grew redder with tears and her face flushed at the enormity of her own betrayal.

'She was WHAT?'

'She was carrying on like a total whore, sir,' Tiffany managed to force out the lying words.

Across the courtroom, Tiffany’s tears were joined by Linda’s own. She realised at once that her dearest friend had betrayed her in an effort to save herself. God, isn’t there ANYONE in the whole fucking world I can trust or who’ll love me for myself? Oh Tiff, how COULD you? You of all people!

‘I will try to make this as brief as possible, My Lord,’ said Peter. ‘I have already had a private consultation with the prosecution counsel and he has agreed – in the light of the evidence we have, the corroboratory testimony of the two gentlemen, Tiffany’s previously unblemished record and her expressed willingness to testify against the bitch who led her on and who made her become involved in her own reckless and criminal schemes – that he is willing to drop all the remaining charges against her except one. Tiffany does admit that she DID drink alcohol below the legal limit. On the other hand, she is NOT guilty of ANY of the other offences that she has been charged with. Since both the defence and prosecution are at one in wishing to see the remaining charges against her dropped, perhaps you would kindly dismiss the case against her except for the single count of drinking alcohol under age. Both I and my learned friend the prosecuting counsel would ask you to show leniency towards her. She is young, of previously unblemished character, and was wilfully led astray against her will and without her knowledge by the deceptive blandishments of the cunning bitch Linda Marshall. By contrast, My Lord, I ask the court not simply to find Marshall guilty of all the charges against her but to sentence the evil bitch to the maximum possible term of imprisonment and to make her conditions in the young offenders' institute as strict and severe as the law presently allows them to be.’

‘Very well,’ said the judge, obviously not happy about having to sentence the girl for just one relatively minor offence. ‘I will consider my course of action.’

He thought quickly for a moment before continuing.

‘Tiffany Brown, you have pleaded guilty to the charge of drinking alcohol under the legal age. That is not a crime which we regard lightly in this community. Far too many teenage sluts and whores get drunk on a regular basis and carry on like the slappers and tarts they are. I do hope you will NOT be joining their number, Brown. I really wonder if I am doing the right thing. However, in view of the pleas on your behalf by both the prosecution and defence, I will NOT impose a custodial sentence upon you. Instead I shall sentence you to a term of community service for a month.’

He gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment, obviously considering exactly what would be the best ‘position’ to sentence her to in order to gratify his own perverted lusts. Throughout the trial he’d been eying up Tiffany and he certainly planned to see her naked and to have plenty of time and opportunity to fuck and otherwise abuse the young 18-year old!

‘I sentence you to carry out the following community service programme,’ he told her. ‘You will work seven days a week for sixteen hours a day. From six o’clock in the morning until six o’clock in the evening you will act as a demonstrator in the sex education classes at the Institute of Advanced Sexuality for Teenage Boys. You will be allowed three breaks, one of ten minutes in the morning, another ten-minute break in the evening, and a twenty-minute break for lunch.’

He paused a moment before continuing, wondering if the full import of his words had yet sunk in to the young girl’s probably empty head.

‘From six o’clock until ten thirty at night you will report for duty at the Adult Media Centre.
You will serve there as a model and actress for photographs and films. Do you have anything to say to me, Brown?’

‘Thank you, My Lord,’ said a crushed, overwhelmed, terrified and thoroughly guilty Tiffany.

She knew at once what her ‘community service’ really meant and dreaded the prospect with all her heart. Even so, if that was what SHE was getting what would happen to poor Linda?

‘Well, let’s call Linda Marshall to the stand,’ said the judge. ‘I understand that Mr. Brown will now be acting as an additional prosecutor so since he’s already established a good rhythm we might as well let him begin. Your witness, Mr. Brown.’

Linda fumed at the injustice of it all but what hurt her most was Tiffany’s betrayal of her friendship. She stood in the dock waiting for her best friend’s brother to begin his prosecution of her.

 

[Barbaria1]

Linda was a beautiful 18 year old girl who stood at 5ft 9inches tall. She had long black hair, big hazel eyes, and a full-figured 36-26-36 body. Tiffany was also 18 and pretty in her own right. She stood at 5ft7inches tall and had blue eyes, blonde hair and a 34-24-34 body.

Good start, nice set up, courtroom scene and dialogue. Turning the usual court proceedings upside down to make the defense go first is an interesting innovation.

My only criticism has to do with the quote above. I personally find it somewhat curious that some authors feel the need to insert such precise statistical details as exact height and measurements into the text. I find it jarring. Why not use simpler, general terms to leave an impression of a character’s appearance. To simply indicate that one girl is taller and full-figured, while the other is slim and petite would suffice for me. Anyway, just my little pet peeve.

Keep writing and posting.

 

[twonines]

Good start, nice set up, courtroom, scene snd dialogue. Turning the usual court proceedings upside down to make the defense go first is an interesting innovation.

My only criticism has to do with the quote above. I personally find it somewhat curious that some authors feel the need to insert such such precise statistical details as exact height and measurements details into the text. I find it jarring. Why not use simpler, general terms to leave an impression of a character’s appearance. To simply indicate that one girl is taller and full-figured, while the other is slim and petite would suffice for me. Anyway, just my little pet peeve.

Keep writing and posting.

I agree, adjectival descriptions such as "lithe", "shapely", "toned", "slim", "curvaceous" are more interesting because we all have different ideas of what they mean and they make us use our imaginations.

 

[femlord]

My apologies; I will try to be more 'general' in my descriptions in future.

 

[Wragg]

My apologies; I will try to be more 'general' in my descriptions in future.

I'm sure you don't need to apologise, Femlord. I think Barb was hoping to be helpful!

 

[femlord]

I'm sure she was!

 

[twonines]

I'm sure you don't need to apologise, Femlord. I think Barb was hoping to be helpful!

Hear, hear.

 

[femlord]

3)

‘Your name is Linda Marshall?’ Peter began his cross-examination.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘And how do you plead to the charges against you?’

‘Not guilty, sir.’

‘Lying bitch! We’ll soon see about that load of rubbish!’ he said grimly. ‘I'm going to make absolutely certain that you get found guilty of all the charges against you, you evil cow!'

He paused for a moment before continuing with the 'presentation' of his 'case' against Linda.

'In the first place, Marshall, since we already know that it WASN’T your brother’s car that you drove off in and since we have already seen that the two gentlemen whom you tried to frame for that crime were thankfully acquitted, that leaves you as the ONLY possible car thief. With your permission, My Lord, I will speed things up by asking the driver and other two passengers direct questions.’

‘Permission granted, Mr. Brown.’

‘Do all three of you agree that it was Marshall who stole the car and NOT any of you?’

All three of them agreed quickly, Tiffany lowering her eyes in shame as she did so.

'Marshall worked as a car mechanic, My Lord, and she can drive, so it would be child’s play for a cunning bitch like her to steal a car. Haven’t we heard enough already on that charge? Shall we just find her guilty on the count of car theft and joyriding?’

‘Yes, I don’t see why not,’ said the judge. ‘Linda Marshall, you are hereby found guilty of the crimes of stealing a car and of joyriding. Sentence will follow at the end of your trial.’

‘In fact, My Lord,’ said Peter, ‘it might save even more time if we simply asked the other three people in the car if Marshall is guilty of all the charges against her.’

‘Yes, it would,’ the judge agreed. ‘Well, gentlemen, is she guilty?’

‘Yes, My Lord, she’s guilty of every one of them.’

‘Brown?’

‘Yes, My Lord, she’s guilty of them all,’ a sobbing Tiffany somehow managed to force herself to say the lying words that would now condemn her best friend to a hellish period of imprisonment.

‘Well, as all the witnesses agree that Marshall is guilty; as she has been unable to provide ANY evidence in her defence and simply chooses to dispute facts on which all the other people involved agree; as she has NO witnesses to call in support of her ridiculous lies; and as she has already acquired a long and varied criminal record, it seems to me that the only thing left is for the court to find her guilty and pronounce sentence upon her.’

‘Yes, indeed,’ said the judge. ‘Linda Marshall, you have been found guilty of a whole range of criminal offences and I have to inform you that you WILL be serving a custodial sentence.’

He paused for a moment before continuing as he saw an opportunity to make the young girl’s suffering even greater than it already was.

‘However,’ he said, ‘before I pronounce sentence I shall hear from those who were principally affected by Marshall’s heinous crimes. Rather than putting them through the unnecessary chore of having to recount their testimony, I will simply ask them whether or not they believe that she deserves leniency or severity in the sentence I shall impose upon her. I will begin with the shop owner, Mr. Nicholson. Please tell me whether or not you feel Marshall deserves the severest possible punishment for her offences or whether you are inclined to show her mercy.’

‘I’m afraid I have a LOT of problems with girls like her stealing from my store,’ he said. ‘I know she’s young but she’s still a total hooligan. In my opinion it would be a mistake to give the filthy whore anything BUT the toughest possible punishment for her crimes.’

‘Thank you, Mr. Nicholson.’

The police officer repeated the same song about needing to punish and discipline 'depraved' bitches like Linda. Miss Taylor, her former headmistress, gave a particularly venomous denunciation of the girl that astounded Linda.

Even her own parents, her elder sister Stephanie and her brother Ralph joined in the long series of character assassination. Stephanie, as Linda had expected, was particularly vicious when she spoke about her.

‘My Lord, I’m afraid to have to admit it but my sister is the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my whole life. I’ve also never known ANY girl that’s as much of a whore as Linda is. She’s been the despair of the whole family for years. As Miss Taylor said, no girl ever got the cane at her school as often as Linda did, or with such severity. She’s a whore, a slag, a bitch, a slapper, a cow, a tart, and just a complete and utter - well, if you'll pardon my language, a total cunt - in every single way I can think of. She has brought total disgrace and shame upon our family. To my own personal knowledge, she’s had sex with men and girls, frequently and with quite amazing enthusiasm and stamina. She’s had them in all three of her holes. She’s been a thief, a whore, a drug dealer, a porno model, and goodness only knows WHAT else! I’m afraid that we’re all at our wit’s end to know what to do with her, My Lord. Much as it pains me to have to say it, I have no choice.’

Stephanie paused for a moment, turning on an entirely fake set of tears, to Linda’s disgust and total contempt.

‘Like the rest of my family, I really MUST ask you to give Linda the severest possible sentence for her crimes. Please don’t even THINK of showing her any mercy, My Lord! The only way we just MIGHT get through to the bitch is by treating her as harshly as possible!’

One day I’ll get my own back on you, Linda thought sourly. You evil fucking cunt, you’ve never been a sister to me!

‘Well, gentlemen?’ said the judge, turning to the two boys from the car.

‘I think it’s very important we keep criminal bitches like her off the street, My Lord,’ said Robert Jackson. ‘The whore deserves to get the fucking book thrown at her!’

‘I agree, My Lord,’ said Nick Taylor. ‘Make the slag suffer!’

The judge smiled in anticipation of handing down a VERY severe sentence to the luckless Linda. Then things took an unexpected turn.

 

[femlord]

4)

Linda fumed in silence as she was trashed. Then the judge turned to Tiffany and spoke to her.

‘Well, Brown? What do you have to say?’

Tiffany could hardly bear to speak. She knew what she was expected to say but she was in a state of grief as well as shock. Surely she didn’t have to pile on the agony for Linda any more than it already was? She knew that her friend was going to be sent to a juvenile prison and she would be certain to receive harsh punishment throughout her time there. Hesitating, she looked at her brother with an unspoken plea in her eyes. He shook his head vigorously, and glared at her angrily.

‘Oh God, I don’t know what to say, My Lord. All I know is she was a good and kind friend to me and I’ve never forgotten how she took two canings for other people. I don’t think she’s a bad person at all. She’s just – well, sort of accident prone, really. If anything CAN go wrong for her, it does.’

Tiffany fought back her tears before continuing.

‘I notice her sister Gail isn’t here in court today,’ she said. ‘ If she was I know she’d speak up for her as well. Linda’s got a good heart but she doesn’t always get things right. Sometimes even when she tries to help people it goes wrong and ends up causing trouble. I beg you to give her another chance, My Lord. Please don’t make her punishment any worse than it has to be. Like Shakespeare said about mercy, it blesseth him that gives and him that takes. If you treat her harshly, you’ll turn her into a bitter, twisted woman for the rest of her life. She really WILL become a habitual criminal or worse just out of revenge. But if you show her a little kindness and mercy she just might grow up into a model citizen. She’s a really lovely person underneath everything, My Lord. Please show her mercy.’

Linda’s eyes filled with tears when she heard her friend make that speech. In spite of the fact that she had betrayed her, Tiffany had redeemed herself by that impassioned and possibly even dangerous outburst. It was too late for the judge to increase her sentence, except maybe if he called it contempt of court, but he could certainly make her ‘community service’ even worse than it was obviously going to be anyway.

To Linda’s astonishment the judge looked first
at Tiffany and then herself with not simply the obvious lust he had shown throughout the trial’ but with what looked like genuine surprise and curiosity. She half expected him to bawl Tiffany out but instead he simply stared at her for a moment before recovering his powers of speech.

‘What exactly do you mean, Brown, when you say that Marshall took canings for two other people?’

‘Just what I said, My Lord. Two other people were about to be caned unjustly for something they hadn’t done and Lin confessed to stop them getting punished.’

‘When and where did this happen?’

‘At St. Phillippa’s school two of the girls set off the fire alarm, planted booze and cigarettes in my room, and Lin took the blame when Miss Taylor was going to give me masses of strokes of the cane. She owned up to it all even though it wasn’t her fault. I’ve never forgotten that and I never will. After today she might never want to think of me as HER friend ever again – but I’ll ALWAYS think of her as MY friend. She’s kind, caring, thoughtful, generous, truthful, and loyal and the best friend any girl could ever want. I’m so sorry I let you down today, Lin.’

After that outburst Tiffany dissolved into floods of uncontrollable sobbing.

Linda’s eyes also filled up with tears as she knew that her friend had taken an awful risk by saying what she had done.

‘When was the other incident?’ the judge asked, once Tiffany had finally regained control of her tears.

‘On a school journey in North Cyprus,’ she said. ‘The same two girls who pulled the stunt at St. Phil’s planted stolen jewellery on her sister’s bag and she got stopped by the store detective. The policewoman who arrested her was going to cane Gail for it but Linda confessed to stop her sister taking the punishment. She hurt for a few days afterwards, as it happens.’

‘That is a very interesting story, Brown,’ said the judge thoughtfully. ‘I was minded to give Marshall the maximum sentence possible under the law. However, in the light of your own testimony it seems that she DOES have a conscience of sorts after all and so perhaps we can give her a more lenient sentence than I was originally planning to impose upon her. Very well, I’ve made my decision. Face the bench, Marshall, while I pronounce sentence upon you.’

Linda faced the bench, bowing her head as custom required, and waited to hear her doom. Judge Johnson had already made up his mind what he was going to do with the beautiful but vulnerable young girl who stood in front of him.

Unfortunately the media was out in force for the trial of the two girls and Tiffany’s words had made a big impression on them. He knew he’d have to award Marshall a lesser sentence than he’d originally planned to give her.

‘Linda Marshall, you have been found guilty of a number of serious crimes. You also have an extensive previous criminal record. On the other hand, it is possible that you have not YET reached the point of no return. Because of the eloquent plea on your behalf by your young if possibly naively trusting friend Tiffany Brown, I have decided to sentence you to a term of six months in a young offenders’ institute. I COULD have sent you there for the next six years but I have decided to exercise my prerogative of mercy.’

Linda almost fainted in disbelief. She’d already checked out the worst that could happen to her and had been fully prepared to receive it. Could it actually be that her luck was turning at last?

‘However,’ he added, ‘because I have decided to impose the minimum possible custodial term for your crimes, I have decided to award you additional punishments as part of your sentence. You will serve the entire six months without the possibility of parole, to which you WOULD have been entitled had you received the maximum six years, which would have meant that you were eligible for parole after serving three years. You will also serve the entire six months of your sentence performing hard physical labour seven days a week, twenty-six weeks a year, for a period not shorter than twelve hours a day and not longer than sixteen. In addition, I sentence you to a public flogging of twenty-five strokes of the cane and a further twenty-five lashes of the whip. This flogging will take place with you completely naked. Both these public punishments will take place in the town square. The press, local radio and local television will all be present to record your just and thoroughly well-deserved punishment. Do you have anything to say to me, Marshall?’

‘Thank you for showing me such thoroughly undeserved mercy, My Lord,’ said a stunned Linda. ‘I’m truly grateful to you for your kindness.’

She shot a quick glance at Tiffany but her friend was too ashamed to meet her eye. Linda knew that her intervention had made her punishment slightly less horrific than it already was but she still felt angry at her betrayal. She wondered if they’d ever meet again after today. No doubt Tiff will get on with her life, marry some rich bloke, settle down, and be happy. Fuck knows where I’ll end up. Probably serving life in some hellhole of a woman’s prison with my luck!

Judge Johnson was speaking again. He was about to let Linda know just a little of the full horror that lay ahead for her.

‘You will be sent to the Snowdon Young Offenders’ Institute in North Wales,’ he told her. ‘The mountains act as a natural barrier to prevent escape and of course the institute itself is equipped with all the most up to date security precautions. You will learn useful skills there, as well as the even more important aptitudes of obedience, correct behaviour and respect for those placed in authority over you. There are over two hundred girls at Snowdon at present, and I have sent every one of them there. I might add that I am satisfied that you were the prime mover in this whole disgraceful episode. I am persuaded that it was only through your own malign influence upon her that Tiffany Brown was led astray. If you do NOT behave yourself during your time at the Institute, I will have no alternative but to review your sentence. The law allows me considerable flexibility and if you do NOT shape up you may still find yourself spending the next six years at the Institute. I warn you that you would NOT find that a pleasant prospect.’
Judge Johnson turned briefly towards the media, anxious to present the Institute, which was run by his own cousin, in the best possible light.

‘The Institute is staffed by specialists who are extremely adept at rehabilitating delinquent bitches who cross their path. In the four years since it was established, five hundred girls have passed through its gates. Three hundred have been released back into society and to date not one has re-offended. We train them well at the Institute, I can assure you. Now for the details of your other punishments before you are transported to your home for the next six months. Since it is Saturday tomorrow, we will begin by giving you twenty-five strokes of the cane followed by twenty-five lashes of the whip in the town square at – let’s see, I think around five o’clock in the evening would be a good time. The press and other local media have already been alerted and will be out in force to record your punishment. On Sunday afternoon at eight o’clock in the morning you will be placed in the pillory and will spend the next twelve hours there. As it is a public holiday on Monday we will place you in the stocks at the same time where you will also spend the next twelve hours being made aware of the full extent of public disapproval of your actions. On all three days the media will be making a full public record of your punishment.’

Linda tried to take in the full horror of what was going to happen to her even BEFORE she set out on her journey to the Welsh hell-hole that awaited her. Oh God, at least it’s only six months and not six fucking years, she thought.

‘On the following day, Tuesday,’ the judge continued, ‘you will begin your long journey to North Wales to start your new custodial sentence. What do you say, Marshall?’

‘Thank you, My Lord,’ said Linda instantly.

In spite of the cruelty that she was about to endure Linda knew that she HAD to PRETEND to be grateful. Anyhow, it COULD have been fucking worse, she thought sourly. Even though it’ll be the longest six months of my life, six months has to be better than six fucking years in that shit-heap!

Linda wasn’t even particularly bothered about the caning and whipping she was going to get. She’d been caned and whipped so many times over the last three years that her body had now almost developed a tolerance to that kind of pain.

The pillory and stocks frightened her more because they were an unknown quantity. She had no idea how people would treat her though of course she was certain that Mel, Kim, Miss Taylor and her own family would behave towards her in as brutal and degrading a way as they could get away with. What a fucking life! If only I could turn the clock back a few years before all the fucking bullshit started, she thought sadly.

Meanwhile three burly policemen approached her. In a matter of seconds she found her wrists handcuffed behind her back, shackles fastened around her ankles, and her mouth forced wide open obscenely to receive a ring gag. She knew why the men had chosen that particular device with which to gag her. Although other gags silenced a woman just as effectively, a ring gag left her mouth wide open and available for use by their pricks. She resigned herself to yet another session of sexual abuse and probably full-on rape as well. It was amazing that so far she hadn’t got pregnant or even caught anything worse than a dose of thrush and the clap.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Stephanie and Ralph smirking happily but she also saw Tiffany giving her a defiant wave and even a surreptitious thumbs up signal. Oh God, Tiff, I understand why you did what you did but you fucking KNOW that I would NEVER have done it to you if it was the other way round!

She thought about glaring at the friend who had betrayed her so unexpectedly but then she just sighed and turned away. Maybe I MIGHT be able to forgive her one day, thought Linda sadly. After all, if it wasn’t for her I’d be spending six fucking YEARS in this Welsh shit-heap instead of just six months!

Her musings were rudely interrupted as she was frogmarched out of the courtroom and towards the custody cell in South Aldminster police station where she’d be spending the next three nights. Linda knew full well that her ordeal would be horrific even before she came to Snowdon.

Fuck the lot of you, she thought angrily. I’ll show you and I’ll fucking survive everything you throw at me!

 

[Wragg]

a VERY severe sentence

perhaps we can give her a more lenient sentence

I have decided to exercise my prerogative of mercy.’

In addition, I sentence you to a public flogging of twenty-five strokes of the cane and a further twenty-five lashes of the whip. This flogging will take place with you completely naked. Both these public punishments will take place in the town square.

That's what I call a roller-coaster of a story!

 

[femlord]

5)

Saturday morning came, and Linda was roused quite unnecessarily early at six o’clock in the morning. She had already sucked the cock of every single policeman in the South Aldminster station and two of them had also fucked her up the cunt and another five up the arse. Her tits had been groped, fondled, squeezed, licked, bitten and even punched by some of the coppers and she had been forced to sleep handcuffed, shackled, gagged and with a cactus plant forced brutally up her arse and another one up her cunt. As a final supreme touch they had fastened a set of nipple clamps on her tits with the longest chain attachment Linda had ever seen and had cruelly fixed it to a revolving wheel upon the ceiling. The wheel served no purpose except to irritate the prisoner with its noise and, with the ‘improvement’ the police officers had found for it, to inflict pain upon her large tits by constantly pulling upon her nipples as it traced its course across the ceiling.

On waking, the ring gag was mercifully removed and the two most brutal coppers entered her cell with huge grins on their faces. They were going to enjoy the next few days before she left their ‘care’ and was transferred into the ‘protective custody’ of the Snowdon Young Offenders’ Institute.

‘Sleep well, Marshall?’ asked the shorter of the two men.

‘Yes thank you, sir,’ she responded instantly, knowing better than to give the two men either a truthful answer or, still worse, any kind of complaint.

‘Nice and comfy for you, was it, cunt?’ asked the taller of the two.

‘Yes thank you, sir, lovely and comfy.’

‘Well, I suppose we’d better get your jewellery off so you can get ready properly for the punishment that’s coming your way today. Here goes!’

As always, the pain was worse when the clamps came off her nipples, but Linda was past caring. All she thought about now was surviving the next three days and getting herself mentally geared up for the ordeal that faced her over the next six months in North Wales.

After the clamps were removed, the cactus plants were removed from her arse and cunt. Their spikes had been a severe discomfort to her but at least they were out at last. The handcuffs and shackles remained for the time being, and she waited for further instructions or at least action on the part of the cops.

‘Well, Marshall, I suppose you’d like to piss,’ said the shorter copper.

‘If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, sir, I’d like that very much. Thank you, sir.’

‘Here you go then,’ he laughed, handing her a child’s potty.

Long since past any sense of shame, Linda pissed gratefully into the potty, relieved at last to be able to dispose of the piss that had built up inside her.
When she’d finished she stood there waiting for further instructions.

‘You hungry?’ asked the taller man.

‘I’m afraid I am, sir,’ she said quietly.

‘So you’d like something to eat, would you?’

‘If it isn’t too much trouble, sir,’ she said meekly.

‘There’s some slops in the police canteen you could have,’ he told her.

‘Thank you very much, sir. That’s very kind of you.’

‘Well, move that fat lazy fucking arse of yours, then, Marshall!’

‘Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,’ said Linda instantly.

They led her through the corridor and up the stairs to the canteen. Once inside, they directed her to a bucket containing the leftover preparations for the food from the police officer’s meals the previous evening. It was hard to make out exactly what type of ‘food’ it contained but Linda recognised potato peelings,
apple cores, orange peel, turnip peelings, bacon rinds and corn on the cob with almost all of the corn removed. She also saw that the whole bucket was full of
maggots and that flies and other insects were hovering around it busily.

In spite of the nausea she felt at the prospect, she knew that if she didn’t force herself to swallow the disgusting muck the odds were that she’d get nothing to eat all day and even the vile stuff in the bucket would be better than nothing.

‘Well, don’t just stand there staring at it, Marshall. Get down on your knees and start eating!’

‘Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.’

Of course she couldn’t actually eat the corn stalks but she managed to find three or four stray bits of corn that the coppers had missed. The rest of the
disgusting concoction she simply munched away at and swallowed in spite of her nausea.

‘All gone, Marshall?’ asked the shorter cop.

‘I think so, sir.’

‘Best check – don’t want you going hungry, do we? Oh, I thought so. You left the
maggots, the flies and the insects. Waste not, want not, eh, Marshall? And don’t you forget to lick the bucket clean when you’ve eaten them.’

‘No, sir, I won’t. Thank you very much, sir.’

Fighting her natural gag reflex, Linda forced herself to eat all the disgusting insect life she saw on the bucket. Then, as instructed, she licked it clean with her tongue.

‘Was that nice and tasty for you, Marshall?’ he asked her cruelly.

‘Yes thank you, sir. It was absolutely delicious! Thank you very much for my wonderful meal.’

‘Don’t mention it!’ he laughed. ‘So glad you enjoyed it! Oh, and by the way, I saw you left the corn stalks. Well, maybe you couldn’t eat them as they were but we’ll stick them in some kind of tasty soup or something for you to eat later.’

‘Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you.’

‘Of course it is!’ he grinned. ‘Now it’s time for you to take a shower – we want you all nice and clean when you’re on show today, don’t we?’

‘Yes, sir,’ said Linda.

‘Well, move that fat lazy arse of yours, then!’

He pushed Linda along the corridor and down the stairs to the shower area. Only then did he remove her handcuffs and shackles.

‘Get in, cunt!’ he ordered.

Linda did as she was told. Naturally the shower had no door or curtain so the two cops would be able to get a good look at everything but right now that was
the least of her worries. There were a lot worse things than being naked in public as far as she was concerned.

The soap in the shower was on the ledge at the top and Linda, tall though she was for her age, had to stretch to reach it. Grabbing it gratefully, she held it
in her hands and waited for the cops to turn on the shower.

As she’d expected, it was freezing cold and it made her shiver. It was September now, and she suddenly reflected that she’d be going to North Wales, one of the coldest parts of Britain. She’d spend most of her sentence there during the freezing winter months. Oh well, that’s just typical of my fucking luck, isn’t it?

As she scrubbed herself with the soap she became aware almost immediately that it was not the type of soap she was used to. For a start it smelt awful and secondly she realised that it was also making HER smell awful. God, what the fuck sort of soap have these bastards made me use? It stinks almost as bad as shit!

It took her a full minute to realise that the sadistic policemen had
deliberately made her wash herself with delousing soap. Resigned to her fate, Linda could do nothing but wash herself as vigorously as possible with the nauseating stuff. Anything less was just bound to land her in big trouble and she was anxious to avoid doing anything that might give the clowns some sort of
excuse to impose another ‘punishment’ on her.

The freezing cold water from the shower didn’t help either. The coppers watched her, big grins on their faces, and she knew from previous experiences with cold
showers that when a sadistic nut forced her to take one they expected her to shiver underneath it for around ten full minutes. Eventually they were satisfied and ordered her out.

‘Enjoy your shower, Marshall?’ asked the shorter copper.

‘Yes thank you, sir, very much indeed.’

‘Temperature warm enough for you, was it?’

‘Yes thank you, sir. It was absolutely perfect!’

‘Good. And how did you like our new – scented soap?’

‘Very much, thank you, sir. It smells lovely!’

‘And is it comfy when you rub it all over your skin?’

‘Yes thank you, sir, lovely and comfy.’

The taller cop looked at his watch.

‘It’s turned seven o’clock now,’ he said. ‘Dry yourself off, Marshall. We don’t want you dripping water all over our floor, do we?’

‘No, sir, of course not.’

He handed her a towel that was made out of about the coarsest and roughest material Linda had ever held against her body.

‘Make sure you dry yourself thoroughly, cunt. Rub yourself vigorously with the towel!’

‘Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.’

So Linda rubbed herself vigorously with the harsh towel that abraded her skin as she rubbed it against herself. There was simply nothing she could do but submit to the discomfort and the humiliation. After all, there was FAR worse in store for her later on that day.

When he was satisfied he told her to put the towel in a laundry basket next to the showers. He then pushed her wrists behind her back and handcuffed them once more, repeating the process with the shackles around her ankles.

‘Comfy, slut?’ he asked cruelly.

‘Yes thank you, sir, lovely and comfy.’

‘Right, let’s take you back to your cell. Get a fucking move on, you lazy slut!’

‘Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.’

He gave Linda a couple of hard slaps on her arse to encourage her. Not that the girl needed any encouragement to move as fast as she could in her state of restraint.

When they got to the cell he moved straight over to the cactus plants. Linda groaned inwardly as she realised what was about to happen to her next.

‘Would you like me to put these cactus plants up your arse and cunt, Marshall?’

‘Yes please, sir. I’d like that very much indeed.’

‘Would you fucking love it, whore?’

‘Yes, sir, I’d fucking love it if you put them up my arse and cunt.

‘Well, might as well give the bitch what she wants, I reckon. Here goes.’

Linda winced with the discomfort but she did not cry out. When he’d finished she made the instant response which she knew was expected of her.

‘Thank you very much, sir. It was very kind of you to put those cactus plants up my arse and my cunt.’

‘Feel nice and comfy for you up there, do they?’

‘Yes thank you, sir, lovely and comfy.’

‘Good. Are you thirsty, bitch?’

‘I am a little thirsty, sir,’ she answered dutifully, even though she knew what was coming next.

‘Well, no sense in being thirsty when you don’t have to, is there? Now you’ve got a nice little bit of piss in that potty, haven’t you? Drink up, cunt!’

He held it up to her mouth and poured it down her throat. By now Linda had got so used to drinking piss that the gag reflex had long ago gone. She simply swallowed it meekly and stood there waiting for further instructions.

‘Was that nice and tasty for you, Marshall?’

‘Yes thank you, sir. It was delicious!’

‘Would you like some more, cunt?’

‘Yes please, sir.’

‘Here goes then!’ he laughed.

He pissed in the potty himself and then held it up against her mouth and poured his piss down her throat. Linda swallowed it all without complaint and then, when he’d finished, made the usual ritual thanks.

‘Well, let’s see, it’s half past seven now,’ said the taller cop. ‘We’ll go off now and have our breakfast. Then we’ll come back and get you ready for your big performance later on today. Looking forward to putting on a show for the crowd, Marshall?’

‘Yes thank you, sir. I’m looking forward to being caned and whipped in public very much.’

The police officers treated her with relative kid gloves throughout the rest of the morning. They knew the big moment would come later that afternoon and they wanted her body to be shown to the public and, more importantly, the media in as unmarked and unblemished a condition as possible.

Linda sat in her cell, uncomfortable, hungry, nervous and just wanting to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. She’d never had a public flogging before except of course at school and this would be different, she was sure.

At last the two policemen opened the door and took the cactus plants out of her cunt and arse. She was told to piss in a bucket and then they removed her handcuffs and shackles.

‘Get dressed, Marshall,’ the taller copper ordered her. ‘Put everything on. Part of the fun today will be seeing you strip naked in public.’

‘Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,’ said Linda meekly.

She got dressed, putting on a red hat with a bright flamingo feather sticking out of it. She also wore fishnet tights, 6-inch high heeled shoes, a thong for knickers, a bra that was as usual two sizes too small for her tits, a skirt that was so short it barely covered up her cunt, and a blouse that was too small for her and also cut so low that it revealed about half of her ample tits to the watching crowds. Over the whole outfit she wore a red plastic raincoat. When she was dressed at last they put the shackles back on her legs and handcuffed her wrists behind her back once again. The ring gag was also put back into her mouth.

‘One for the road?’ asked the junior cop.

‘Yeah, let’s go for it,’ his colleague laughed.

Linda then had to submit to sucking both their cocks and swallowing all the spunk before they zipped up their trousers once more and smiled happily at each other.

‘OK, Marshall, time to go now,’ the shorter copper told her. ‘Let the fun begin!’

 

[femlord]

6)
Saturday evening finally arrived. It was 5 o'clock and a large and enthusiastic crowd had gathered in the town square to witness the first part of Linda's 'punishment.' She knew that it would be a painful time for her but by now her body had become used to beatings. Even so, she dreaded the prospect of what lay ahead.

She saw the press, TV and other media people gathered in the best possible positions to observe the events which would follow. Linda swallowed hard as she prepared herself for the ordeal that was about to begin.

She was led to the whipping post in front of a cheering and expectant crowd.
Linda was determined not to allow herself to shed any tears or to give the sadists and perverts in the audience the satisfaction of seeing how much she was suffering.

She saw the man who was about to inflict the 'punishment' upon her flexing a swishy cane through the air for effect. The crowd cheered and laughed at the prospect of seeing her 'punished' with the hideous instrument.

As she came to the post, the two police officers who had escorted her there removed the handcuffs from her wrists and the shackles from her legs. For a brief moment she enjoyed the blissful freedom of being unrestrained, but of course she knew only too well that it was simply in order to force her to humiliate herself in public before the expectant audience.

'Right, Marshall, take your clothes off,' said the flogger. 'Start with your raincoat.'

'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' she said meekly.

'Now your skirt.'

One by one she removed her clothes, her skirt being followed by her shoes, tights, blouse, bra and knickers. Only the red hat remained until at last she was ordered to remove that as well.

'Put your hands on your head,' the flogger commanded. 'And spread your legs apart as wide as you can make them go.'

'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' said the furious Linda.

Then the flogger lifted her wrists high up and handcuffed them again. This time he used a wide set of cuffs with an arm spreader to stretch out her arms as widely as her legs already were. The arm spreader was then passed through a couple of bolts to fix it firmly in place and the bolts were attached in turn to a couple of wide iron rings set high up on the whipping post. It was quite a
strain on her arms and shoulders but that was of course all part of the 'fun' of her 'punishment,' after all.

'Cumfy, slut?' he asked her cruelly.

'Yes thank you, sir. I'm fucking lovely and cumfy like this! Thank you very much.'

'OK, Marshall, you can close your legs now. I think we've all seen more than enough of your dirty fucking whorish cunt for the time being, don't you?'

'Thank you, sir. Yes, I'm sure the good people of Aldminster have seen more than enough of my dirty fucking whorish cunt for the time being. I'm very sorry that
I'm such a total fucking slut and that I fucking love showing off my whore's body so much.'

'Well, before I begin the punishment, we've got the local press and television here. They're going to interview you before and after your punishment so be polite to them or Judge Johnson - who as you can see has a front row seat here watching the proceedings - might find it necessary to impose additional punishment upon you.'

'Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to be polite, sir.'

Then the questioning began. The 'crime reporter' for the Aldminster Echo started off. He was a loathsome fat slob of a man aged in his early fifties and had a long track record of misogyny.

'Well, Marshall, let's start off with the obvious question. Why the fuck did you plead not guilty in court?'

Linda hadn't been expecting that and had to think fast to give a reply that was both convincing and yet wouldn't earn her more 'punishment' for what she said.

'I was a stupid and arrogant fucking bitch, sir. I thought I could get away with it if I tried to blame other people for my own crimes.'

'Well, you picked the wrong courtroom and the wrong set of people to try to fit up for crimes they hadn't committed, didn't you?'

'Yes, sir, I certainly did.'

'Had you heard of Judge Johnson before you came to trial?'

'I'm afraid not, sir. I'm a very stupid fucking bitch and a totally ignorant fucking twat so what else can you expect?'

'And what did you feel about the way he handled the trial?'

'He was the very model of judicial correctness, sir.'

'Do you think you had a fair trial, Marshall?'

'Yes, of course, sir. Every aspect of it was absolutely fair and just.'

'And what do you think about the sentence he gave you? Do you think you deserved the punishment he awarded?'

Linda thought quickly again. She had to phrase her words exactly right or she could be in a lot of trouble.

'Well, sir, I was guilty and I was deservedly found guilty. I told a pack of lies and I got found out as a lying fucking cunt. It's absolutely right that I should be punished and I fucking deserve to be punished. Not just for what I did but for lying about it as well and trying to blame what I did - and ONLY me – on decent people who'd done nothing at all wrong. So of course I fucking well deserve everything I've got. On the other hand, Judge Johnson is obviously a very wise gentleman. And a kind one too. He could have sentenced me to six years but he only gave me six months. I'm ever so grateful to you for showing me mercy, My Lord. It's a fucking sort more than a worthless lying fucking cunt like me deserved! Thank you so much, My Lord. You're the perfect example of how a judge should behave and it was an honour to see you being the very example of justice and fairness in the courtroom.'

'I see you're naked now, Marshall. Do you enjoy being naked in public?'

'Yes, sir, very much indeed. I fucking love it to be honest.'

'Are you a total fucking slut, Marshall?'

'Yes, sir, I'm a total fucking slut.'

'Are you a dirty fucking whore?'

'Yes, sir, I'm a dirty fucking whore.'

'Are you a selfish fucking bitch?'

'Yes, sir, I'm a selfish fucking bitch.'

'Are you a total cunt, Marshall?'

'Yes, sir, I'm a total fucking cunt.'

Linda continued to act up for the crowd. Then it was the turn of the TV people to 'interview' her.

 

[femlord]

7) The TV interview began with a skinny blonde aged only about 18 asking Linda questions.

'Are you looking forward to your public flogging, Marshall?'

Fucking airhead bimbo bitch, thought Linda savagely. Even so, she knew what was expected of her and she played her part according to the script.

'Yes, very much indeed.'

'Do you think it's right that only cunts get punished like this while gentlemen aren't allowed to be punished in this way?'

'Yes, of course. It's absolutely fair and just that punishments like this should only be used on cunts.'

'Why do you think that?' she persisted.

'I'm only a stupid fucking twat, aren't I? You can hardly expect me to be able to understand much about complex issues like justice and the law. That's why we leave all that sort of thing to the gentlemen who are SO much wiser than stupid fucking cunts like us girls!'

At least I included YOU in that put-down, thought Linda with savage satisfaction. The girl obviously noticed and realised that the victim had scored a point over her.

'Even though the gentlemen ARE much wiser than us girls, and even though you're obviously a particularly stupid fucking twat, Marshall, I'm still interested to
hear why you think it's fair and just that a gentleman should NOT be facing the punishment which YOU will soon be receiving and yet it IS fair and just that a cunt like you should.'

'Well, that's pretty simple, really. Even a moronic fucking twat can understand the answer to that one. Because a cunt like me DESERVES to be punished for her crimes while a gentleman doesn't! Are you telling me that you don't AGREE with the wise and just laws brought in by the Justice Party?'

'No, of course not,' she said angrily. 'Don't ask questions; answer them. Let's try asking you another one. What's your opinion on feminism, Marshall?'

'I think feminists are disgusting and ungrateful fucking bitches who deserve no mercy at all. They're not just stupid twats; they're absolutely evil cunts. Why, are YOU a feminist?'

The girl reporter almost winced when Linda asked her that question. She knew the
dangers of being accused of having such subversive opinions.

'Of course not, you stupid fucking bitch! I was suggesting that YOU might be one.'

'Well, I'm the first to admit that I've been a very bad girl for most of my life but at least I know my place. I know that all gentlemen are inherently superior to all girls and always will be. I know that it's their job to rule and command
us and our job to obey and listen to what they have to say because they are wise while we are only stupid. You can call me a criminal, a trouble-maker, a whore, a bitch, a cunt or whatever but you CAN'T accuse me of being a feminist! Are you
SURE you're NOT one yourself?'

'I already told you I wasn't. Anyway, you're supposed to ANSWER questions, not ask them. What's your opinion on the recent changes in the laws?'

'Which ones do you mean? I'm far too stupid to know what you're talking about. Please help me by asking me which laws you're talking about.'

The girl reporter was out of her depth by now. Only 18 herself, she'd been looking forward to a rare opportunity to humiliate another female rather than
being the butt of jokes and humiliation herself but it was rapidly becoming clear that the 18-year old girl who was about to receive some severe punishment
was more than a match for her.

'What about the law that female defendants in court are considered guilty unless they can prove their innocence beyond even an unreasonable doubt while male defendants are considered innocent unless their guilt can be shown beyond a
reasonable one?'

'What about it? It seems perfectly fair and just to me. Are you saying that you don't agree with it?'

'Of course not,' the girl almost shouted at Linda. 'I told you that your job is to answer questions and not to ask them.'

'Is it? I didn't realise YOU were in a position of authority.'

The girl actually blushed with embarrassment when she said that. Linda's spirited responses were being thoroughly enjoyed by the crowd who actually started to applaud her when she made that last comment.

'What do you think about the law that says that capital punishment can only be used against females and that, for instance, a man who murders a woman will receive a maximum sentence of two years in prison while a woman who commits murder will be executed?'

'It seems perfectly fair and just to me. After all, if a girl murders someone of course she should be executed for her crimes, shouldn't she? Or don't you
agree?'

'That wasn't the question I was asking. I was asking if you felt it was fair that a girl should be punished more severely than a gentleman for the same crime.'

'But she isn't being punished for the same crime,' said Linda, almost slyly. 'After all, if SHE committed the crime then HE didn't! The fucking bitch is only
getting what she deserves, isn't she?'

The girl reporter was by now desperate to get out of the hole she was digging for herself. She'd come along with a list of prepared questions and so far Linda was making her look not just like a fool but was even suggesting that she might
be a secret feminist. Growing more and more nervous, she glanced anxiously at the boss of the interview team, hoping he'd end her involvement. However, like all the audience, he was enjoying the show too much to want it to end quickly.

'Go on, Suzy!' he whispered. 'Keep going - you've got another five minutes to go yet!'

Suzy wished that the ground could swallow her up but forced herself to keep going in spite of the fact that every question she asked made her situation even
worse.

'What about the new school regulations that lay down that corporal punishment may only be used on girls? Do you think that it's right for a girl to be caned
when a boy can't be?'

'Oh, absolutely. After all, if she's being a naughty girl then she deserves a good caning, doesn't she? Or don't you agree with the rules?'

'Don't keep asking me questions, Marshall! Answer them!'

Suzy was becoming increasingly flustered and tried shouting at the young girl to make her feel better. The trouble was that Linda had suffered so much already at
the hands of other people that the young reporter was completely incapable of intimidating her in any way.

'Did they give you an intelligence test at your job interview - and they onlygave you the job when you failed it?' asked Linda sarcastically. 'I reckon a 5-year old could have made a better job of things than you have. What a fucking moron!'

Suzy glared angrily at the young girl.

'Don't you dare talk to me like that! I'll...'

'You'll what? Just what the fuck do you think YOU could possibly do to me? Wake up, little Suzy. It's a gentleman's world out there and you're just a stupid fucking twat. Christ, I don't know why they even gave you the job. You're a blonde bimbo airhead and you haven't even got decent tits. At least I've got tits like a proper girl SHOULD have.'

In a sudden moment of inspiration, Linda called out to the audience.

'Hey, gentlemen, what do you think? Which one of us has got the better set of tits - me or her?'

Just about every male in the crowd shouted out 'you have, Marshall!'

The crestfallen Suzy didn't know where to put her face. Linda had another nasty surprise for her though. Turning to the judge, she addressed him directly.

'My Lord, I'm worried about this girl. From the sort of questions she's been asking me I really think she might be a feminist. Since you're here, and so many
other fine gentlemen, shall we put her on trial now and see if she deserves to be punished?'

'I'm impressed by your sudden civic mindedness, Marshall,' said Judge Johnson. 'Yes, an excellent idea. Bring the defendant before me and let the trial begin.'

Suzy went pale with fright and shock. Suddenly the day was turning pear-shaped for her and she was now facing the very real prospect of being sent to a young
offenders' institute herself.

'Well, what's your name, girl?' asked the judge.

'Susan Wilson, My Lord,' she answered quietly.

'Age?'

‘Eighteen years old, My Lord.'

'Right, let's see. You come before the court charged with - let's see, Marshall, what exactly was it you were accusing her of?'

'Feminism and lesbianism, My Lord,' said Linda, deciding to throw an extra charge into the book.

'How do you plead, Wilson?'

'Not... not guilty, My Lord.'

'I'll remind those of you who haven't seen a trial before that under the new and fairer laws if a gentleman is accused of an offence he is always presumed
innocent unless his guilt can be proved beyond a reasonable doubt. If a cunt is accused of an offence she is always presumed guilty unless she can prove her
innocence beyond even the most unreasonable doubt.'

He paused for a moment before gazing directly into Suzy's face.

'Well, Wilson, under the new just laws the defence always presents its case first. How can you disprove the charge of feminism that has been laid against you?'

'I... I don't know how to do that, My Lord. I've never been in a court of law before. All I can do is tell you that I do understand that feminism is wrong. I don't even know much about what a feminist cunt believes to be honest.'

'Can I cross-examine the bitch, My Lord?' asked Linda.

'Yes, why not? Go ahead, Marshall.'

The spectacle of a naked Linda, her arms chained above her head and waiting for a public flogging, and yet interrogating the reporter who had tried to humiliate her, delighted the crowd. It was clear that Linda had got all the men on her side and that she fully intended to make the luckless Suzy suffer.

'OK, Wilson,' said Linda, 'you asked me a number of questions. Every one of them was obviously designed to try and make it sound as if the fair and just laws of our country were somehow NOT just and fair. You tried to make it sound as if gentlemen were NOT behaving in a kind and wise way but were simply abusing their positions to oppress us cunts. Your so-called 'questions' were actually nothing
more than feminist propaganda disguised to SOUND like questions but really just
another excuse to spout your dirty fucking feminist filth and try to corrupt decent people. Isn't that true, Wilson?'

'No...'

'Shut the fuck up, bitch!' Linda shouted at her. 'When I want you to speak I'll order you to answer me!'

'But...'

'But what, twat? There's NO fucking 'buts.' Except that scrawny excuse for an arse that's still trying to grow behind your skinny impression of a body!'

Suzy blushed with embarrassment. She didn't know what to do or say and it was
obvious that she was no match for the young girl who was 'cross-examining' her so skilfully.

'I don't know what to say,' she mumbled.

'Well, since there's only a single brain cell inside that thick fucking head of yours, and since that's stuck firmly up your tiny arse, I'm not surprised, Wilson! It would be a miracle if you DID know what to say! Well, let's carry on with the trial. You work for the Aldminster TV station, don't you, Wilson?'

'Yes, I do,' she answered.

'When did you join them?'

'Six months ago.'

'How did you get the job?'

'A friend of mine worked there and she suggested I should apply.'

'And did she put in a good word for you with the bosses?'

'Yes.'

'So basically, even though you were totally unsuitable for the job, and you've shown us all today that you're fucking useless at it, you made use of the feminist mafia to GET one.'

Suzy wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer that or not. She decided to take a risk and reply anyway.

'No, I didn't.'

'Yes, you did, bitch. I'm sure plenty of deserving and hard-working gentlemen at the TV station have been wondering ever since you arrived how on earth you got a job that requires a certain minimum degree of intelligence. Now they know. You
used your feminist contacts to trick your way into the station. Well, you've been found out now, Wilson. The law takes a very dim view of feminist twats like you. Let's see, what about today? Did you prepare the list of questions to ask me or were they given to you by someone else?'

'They were given to me.'

'Who by?'

'By my supervisor.'

'And who is your supervisor?'

'Kelly Jackson.'

'Gentleman or cunt?'

'A... a cunt,' she said quietly.

'And is Jackson the SAME cunt who gave you your job in the first place?'

'Yes, she is.'

'I see. Well, maybe I was a bit hard on you, Wilson. Maybe you are such a total fucking moron that you didn't REALISE that your boss Jackson was a hard-arsed
feminist dyke bitch who thought she could use my entirely DESERVED punishment
today as an excuse to attack the just, fair and wise laws of the gentlemen of this country. Maybe you're just a brainless airhead bimbo slut who was too
fucking thick to realise that you were being used as a pawn in a feminist terrorist campaign. Is that how it was, Wilson? Are you working for the feminists or are you too fucking stupid to realise they were using you?'

Suzy's eyes filled up with tears. Not only was she being totally humiliated by the younger girl but she was now being asked to betray her boss and good friend
in order to get a lesser sentence for herself.

'I... I didn't realise the questions I was asking WERE feminist propaganda,' she whispered.

'Well, they fucking are, cunthead! So answer the question, twat. Are you so fucking stupid that you didn't realise they WERE feminist propaganda or did you set out deliberately to spread the feminist filth?'

'I... I don't...'

'My Lord, please give a ruling on this matter. Do the questions Wilson asked me constitute feminist propaganda and a desire to criticise and destablise the
law?'

'Yes, Marshall, they do. You were quite right to see that.'

'Thank you, My Lord. In that case I'd like to ask you and the gentlemen if they think we should just find Wilson guilty of feminist propaganda without further
ado.'

'Yes, that seems reasonable. How do you find Wilson, gentlemen?'

'Guilty!' came the unanimous shout.

'Yes, guilty is the only possible verdict.'

mark was greeted by howls of laughter from everyone except poor Suzy. She stared at the judge in a forlorn hope that he would intervene. Instead, openly
grinning at her, he nodded his head in agreement.

'Yes, that's a very good idea, Marshall. Wilson, try to display your tits so that the gentlemen of the court can get the best possible look at them.'

'Can I borrow a magnifying glass, My Lord?' asked Linda, a remark which convulsed the audience. 'Or maybe a microscope?'

'I'm not sure that would be of much assistance,' Judge Johnson answered, a huge smile on his face.

'Tell me, Wilson, what size do you think these - these bumps on your chest that you somehow think of as tits - actually are? I saw you wore a padded bra but I
reckon you'd need a pair of fucking monster rocks to make it look as if YOU had tits!'

'I... I'm... I'm sorry, I know I'm not very big up there.'

'Big up where, Wilson? What the fuck are you talking about?'

'I'm sorry. I mean I know I've... I've only got... well, very small tits. I'm sorry.'

'Very small?' Linda laughed. 'Look at MY big juicy fucking tits, Wilson. Do you agree that I have tits like a PROPER cunt should have?'

'Yes, you've got nice big tits.'

'And do you know how big they are?'

'I'm not sure. 36B?'

'They're actually 36D, Wilson. And how big are YOUR pathetic excuses for strawberries?'

'I... they're 30A.'

'What are 30A? Is that an address of a plastic surgeon?'

Again Linda's remarks convulsed the crowd. The men admired the spirit of the girl who, even though she was naked, handcuffed painfully and by now her arms
must be aching from their aerial suspension, still found the time to entertain them.

'It's... it's the size of... of my... of my tits,' Suzy almost whispered.

'What's the size of your tits, Wilson?'

'I... I've got... I've got 30A size tits.'

'And do you think that's a remotely acceptable tit size for a REAL cunt to have?'

'I... I suppose... I suppose not.'

'Well, we've already established you've got pathetic excuses for tits that you ought to be fucking well ashamed of. ARE you ashamed of your tiny tits, Wilson?'

'Yes... yes, I'm ashamed of my tiny tits.'

'So you should be! Well, let's see what we can find out about your sex life. Are you and Jackson a couple of dykes? Do you spend your time licking out each others' cunts?'

'N... no... no, of course not.'

'You are aware that lezzy sex is a disgusting perversion and quite rightly a criminal offence, aren't you, Wilson?'

'Y... yes, I know that.'

'And so why have you and Jackson been having a lesbian relationship?'

'But... but we haven't.'

'You haven't what?'

'We haven't been having a lesbian relationship.'

'How many other dykes have you been fucking?'

'I... I haven't had any... I haven't... I haven't fucked any dykes.'

'So how many dykes have fucked YOU?'

'I... I haven't been fucked by any dykes.'

'That's a downright fucking LIE, Wilson! We KNOW that you're not only being fucked by Jackson but that you've been fucked by LOADS of dykes!'

'But... but I haven't. I swear to you I haven't!'

Linda then produced her trump card.

'Under the new and fairer laws, it's NOT the responsibility of the prosecution to prove YOU guilty. It's YOUR responsibility to prove yourself INNOCENT. In plain English, Wilson, in words that even a moronic twat like you can
understand, it's NOT up to me to prove that you ARE a filthy fucking dyke. It's up to YOU to prove that you're NOT. Can you DO that, Wilson?'

'But... but I... but how can I do that?'

Linda smiled as she prepared to continue her 'cross-examination.'

​

 

[old slave]

Wow, femlord, I thought this was going to be another "pretty girl in an inhuman penal system" story, but you've just introduced an amazing interlude.

I can see Linda being top-bitch at Snowdon.

 

[femlord]

Not wishing to pre-empt the expectations of readers but you're not wrong, Old Slave. Linda is transformed by the experience and though she goes through hell it makes her a smart, ruthless and cunning exploiter of the system.

I'll post some more tomorrow.

 

[femlord]

8)

Linda pressed on relentlessly with her assault on Suzy.

'Well, for starters, have you got a boyfriend?'

'No, but...'

'Have you ever had a boyfriend?'

'Well, yes, but...'

'How many?'

'Three.'

'And they all dropped you when they found out you were a filthy fucking dyke, didn't they? When they found out you preferred licking cunts to taking a firm
manly prick up your scrawny arse, your pathetic twatshit gob and your tiny cunt they dumped you, didn't they?'

'No, it wasn't like that. It's just...'

'Have you ever taken a gentleman's gorgeous prick up your stupid gob?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'They... they didn't... they never asked me to do... to do that for them.'

Linda burst out laughing when she said that.

'They never asked you to suck their pricks? They never ASKED you? What the fuck makes you think YOUR gob is so fucking special that a gentleman has to ASK you for
PERMISSION to use it? How come they didn't simply just ORDER you to suck their magnificent pricks, Wilson?'

'I... I don't... I don't know what to say.'

'And I suppose you've never had a prick up your skinny arse either. Have you, Wilson?'

'N... no.'

'No what, Wilson?'

'No, I've never... never had a prick up my... up my arse.'

'So you think YOUR arse is too fucking special for a gentleman to use it for his pleasure, do you? Or was it that it's so repulsively scrawny and skinny that he
couldn't bear to touch it?'

'I... I don't... I don't know.'

'Well, you MUST know what you fucking THINK about your own arse, Wilson. DO you think it's so fucking special that no gentleman has the right to use it?'

'N... no.'

'So it must be for the other reason I suggested, mustn’t it?'

'I... I suppose so.'

'So why do you think gentlemen haven't fucked you up the arse? Tell the court the only other possible reason.'

Suzy was close to tears again as Linda, in spite of her discomfort, continued to torment and humiliate her.

'I... I suppose it must be because they... didn't find my arse attractive.'

'And why do you think that is?'

'I... I suppose they must have found my arse... so repulsively scrawny and skinny that they couldn't bear to touch it.'

'And do YOU find your arse repulsively scrawny and skinny?'

Suzy's eyes filled with tears when Linda asked her that question.

'Yes, I find my arse repulsively scrawny and skinny.'

'Well, that's something. I suppose it goes without saying that no gentleman would bother to feel up your tiny tits. After all, he'd have a lot of trouble finding them, wouldn't he?'

More laughter followed. As the tears flowed more freely from her eyes, Suzy reluctantly replied to her tormentor's question.

'Yes, I'm afraid he would. I'm very sorry. And yes, no gentleman has ever bothered to feel up my tiny tits.'

'Well, you can hardly be surprised at that. Let's talk about your cunt now. It's an established principle under the new and fairer principles of justice that anyone who HAS a cunt MUST be one of the following categories: a prick-teaser, a dyke, a whore or a wife. Are you married, Wilson?'

'No, I'm not married.'

'Are you a whore?'

'No, I'm not a whore.'

'Well, in that case you must be either a prick-teaser or a dyke, mustn't you? So what about your cunt? Did any of the three boyfriends you CLAIM to have had ever fuck you up your dirty cunt? Or is that stupid ugly twat of yours as virgin as the day you were born?'

Suzy's sobbing became almost uncontrollable when Linda asked her that question. Linda, in spite of her discomfort and pain, was thoroughly enjoying her triumph
over the young girl who had come there today to humiliate HER and instead found herself being utterly humiliated in public.

'I... I'm not... I'm not a... not a virgin,' she almost whispered.

'What's that, Wilson? Speak up, we can't fucking hear you? Did you say you're still a virgin?'

'No, I'm not a virgin,' she said, speaking louder.

'Well, that's a surprise,' said Linda, a huge grin on her face. 'So you must be a dyke, then.'

'I'm NOT a dyke,' she protested. 'I swear to you I've NEVER had lezzy sex.'

'You MUST be,' Linda persisted. 'If you're not a prick-teaser, not a wife, and not a whore, the ONLY other possible thing you CAN be is a fucking dyke. My Lord, I think we've heard more than enough already from this lying retarded fucking bimbo wannabe lezzy slut. I'm sure the wise gentlemen of the jury have already made up their minds too. I ask you to find the defendant Wilson guilty of the crime of lesbianism. What do you say, gentlemen?'

'Guilty!' came the unanimous cry.

'Guilty as charged,' came the cold voice of Judge Johnson. ‘Marshall, I believe that you wished to say something concerning Wilson before I pass sentence upon her.'

'Yes, My Lord, I do. I'd actually like to ask the court to show her mercy. She is obviously a totally stupid fucking twat who was manipulated into her feminist activities and lesbian perversions by her designing boss Jackson. I ask that Jackson be arrested on those charges and brought before you to receive her just punishment. As for Wilson, if you will forgive me for daring to suggest a sentence for her, I would ask you to give her twenty-five strokes of the cane in public and twelve hours in the stocks. I would also ask you to sentence her to six months at the same young offenders' institute as I will soon so justly be travelling to myself. It would be a great help to her development and improvement if you could assign her to me as my cellmate in the institute. Do you ever visit it yourself, My Lord?'

'I certainly do,' the judge smiled.

'When you do,' said Linda, 'I will make certain that I'm on my very BEST behaviour for you and that I treat you with total respect, politeness and obedience, My Lord.'

The judge almost licked his lips. He had fallen for Linda in a big way and was looking forward to fucking her at the first opportunity he got.

'Marshall, you are presumptuous to imagine that I need or would take the slightest notice of any sort of advice from you. However, I am minded to agree that Jackson is the prime mover in these deplorable matters and I will therefore be more lenient in my sentencing of Wilson. Wilson, you will spend the next six months at the Snowdon Young Offenders' Institute. You will also receive twenty-five strokes of the cane in public and you will also spend twelve hours naked in the stocks to experience the just anger of all decent citizens at your deplorable behaviour. Because I am grateful to Marshall for exposing your disgusting and depraved activities, I have also taken two further decisions. In the first place, I believe that she at least understands the justice of her punishment and the fairness of the laws our society puts in place to protect itself from the wiles of feminists, whores, dykes, prick=teasers and cunts. Because of that, I am assigning you to be your cell-mate in Snowdon. I will also ask the flogger to release you from you bonds for the time being because I feel that it would be entirely appropriate if YOU were to be the one to cane Wilson for her depravities.'

That was more than Linda could have hoped for in her wildest dreams. She stared at the bench in stunned silence for a moment before recovering her poise and smiling at the judge.

'Thank you, My Lord. I will of course look forward to receiving my own just punishment at the hands of the good flogger who will do his duty and make sure that worthless cunts like me suffer to the max as we always should do. Thank you for your kindness. I promise not to disappoint you or give you any reason to regret your decision.'

Suzy stared at the judge in horror. How did it all go so wrong, she asked herself? How did that bitch Linda Marshall get the better of me? And now not only have I got sentenced to Snowdon when I've done NOTHING wrong but SHE'S going to be my cell-mate - and she's going to cane me in public! Suzy winced in anticipation of the pain and public humiliation that awaited her.

 

[femlord]

9)

Linda's restraints were removed at last and she smiled happily at seeing the luckless Suzy having her own wrists handcuffed behind her back and suspended from the arm-spreader bar. Bent over in full view of everyone, she awaited her fate. Somehow she knew that Linda would be even MORE cruel to her than the public flogger would have been.

'My Lord, since in this instance I am acting on behalf of the state, would it be possible for the twat to call me 'ma'am' while I am punishing her?'

'Yes, of course, Marshall. Do exactly as you are told, Wilson.'

'OK, tinytits, this is how it goes. You start off by kissing the cane. Got that, cunthead?'

'Yes, ma'am,' a tearful Suzy replied.

'Well, fucking DO it then!' Linda shouted at her.

As she pushed the cane into her face, she watched with grim enjoyment as the young girl forced herself to kiss the instrument that was about to inflict pain upon her.

'Now this is the drill, turdbrain. Each time I give that invisible arse of yours a thoroughly deserved whacking with this beautiful cane you count the strokes. You also express your gratitude to me for doing it. What you say is, 'one. Thank you, ma'am.' You repeat the process until you have received all twenty-five of the strokes due to you. If you lose count at any time, forget to count or do not express your gratitude to me on each occasion then we will start all over again with the first stroke. When all twenty-five strokes have been administered, you will once more express your gratitude by saying 'thank you for caning my arse, ma'am. I thoroughly deserve to have my repulsive scrawny arse caned and I fucking love it anyway.' Then you will kiss the cane once more. After that you'll be released and I'll go back on the whipping post. And believe me, Wilson, I'm going to show you how a REAL cunt takes her punishment! You got all that, twat?'

'Yes, ma'am,' a terrified Suzy almost whispered in reply.

Then Linda began caning her arse with enthusiasm and skill. She'd had so much practice at being on the receiving end that she knew exactly how to make each stroke hurt the most and she was determined to inflict the maximum possible suffering on the young girl. Before long, her plan had worked even better than she could have hoped. By the seventeenth stroke Suzy was sobbing her eyes out and howling in pain. Crucially, she forgot to count.

'You forgot to count the strokes, Wilson,' said Linda with a cruel smile. 'And you forgot to thank me for my kindness towards you. You know what that means, don't you, twat?'

'Please, ma'am, please forgive me. I'm sorry I forgot to count, ma'am. Honestly I'll remember all the rest of the strokes.'

'Too late for all that cowshit, Wilson. We'll start again from the first stroke. Maybe in future you'll remember to count. Now kiss the cane and we'll begin again. Hey, that rhymes! I'm a poet and I didn't even fucking know it!'

Poor Suzy forced herself to go through the whole process all over again. As a result of her slip she ended up receiving forty-two strokes of the cane on her arse instead of the twenty-five she'd been awarded originally. At the end of the
the cycle she forced herself to say the humiliating words that Linda had ordered her to repeat.

'Thank you for caning my arse, ma'am. I thoroughly deserve to have my repulsive scrawny arse caned and I fucking love it anyway.'

She then kissed the cane and Linda smiled happily. To Suzy's immense relief, she was finally set free from her restraints.

Now Linda took her place. Unlike Suzy, she was secured to the whipping post far more rigidly with her arms being placed in strict bondage and tight suspension.
She smiled happily at the crowd and the young girl consoled herself with the thought that at least Linda was about to get a caning herself.

'Hey, gentlemen, I fucking love being here!' she shouted, to Suzy's amazement. 'I fucking love being naked in front of you all and I'm going to fucking LOVE getting my fat arse caned! At least I've got a REAL arse like a REAL cunt - and PROPER tits like a PROPER cunt should have! And I've lost count - or should I say lost cunt? - of how many gorgeous pricks I've had up my stupid gob, my fat fucking arse and my dirty fucking cunt! OK, boss, pick up that cane and give my fat arse the caning of my life! The more you hurt me the better I fucking like it!'

The men in the crowd cheered, calling out 'Marshall! Marshall!' and the judge smiled at her in obvious appreciation.

She kissed the cane with a display of such enthusiasm that it was almost as if she was performing an act of oral sex upon it. Then the flogger began.

'One. Thank you, sir.'

She counted each stroke without missing one count and expressed her gratitude after every one. Then she addressed the flogger.

'Thank you for caning my arse, sir. I thoroughly deserve to have my fat fucking arse caned and I fucking love it anyway!'

She then kissed the cane in a display that was if possible even more erotic than at the beginning. The crowd shouted her name again and again.

'Marshall! Marshall!'

Suzy stared at Linda in total astonishment. How was it possible for a young girl to take so much punishment and yet behave as if nothing at all serious had happened to her?

'Right,' she said, a big grin on her face. 'It's time for my whipping now. Please whip me as hard as you can. The harder it is the better I fucking love it!'

She repeated the procedure with the whipping and the crowd went wild. Suzy was in a state of utter shock as she saw Linda, finally released from the whipping post, smiling at the crowd and blowing them kisses.

How could she possibly do it?

A cold fear swept over Suzy as she realised that she was going to be sent off to the Snowdon Young Offenders' Institute the following day. She wasn't quite sure what would happen to her but she was sure it would be both painful and unpleasant. Oh God, why did they send ME to cover this story?

 

[old slave]

Ah! Linda will be like a big sister to Suzy. Isn't Suzy lucky?

 

[femlord]

Ha ha! That's hilarious!