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Feminine Justice in Singapore, Part I
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This is an original story involving two young ladies arrested for shoplifting
in Singapore and sentenced to paddlings. In addition to the paddlings,
they are spanked by their father several times, all spanings being
nonconsensual and on their bare bottoms. If this type of material offends
you, please sign off now and read no further. Comments will be
appreciated.
FEMININE JUSTICE IN SINGAPORE - Part 1 of 4
Prologue:
The recent, highly publicized incident in Singapore involving an
American citizen convicted of vandalism and sentenced to six strokes of
the rattan cane, later reduced to four, in addition to four months in jail
and
restitution payment, has focused interest on the benefits of severe
corporal punishment as a deterrent to youthful crime. This incident,
newsworthy though it might have been, perhaps wasn't the first in which
young American's have learned in a most humiliating and painful manner
that not all countries are as lenient with juvenile crime as is the United
States. While females are not subject to caning in Singapore, they might
well be subject to corporal punishment of a form more suitable to young
women. The case of the Bartholamew girls is one that stands out in this
regard. The details of this case never appeared in print, however, it could
be a classic example of how Singapore might apply its concept of Justice
to women who have chosen to violate the law.
The telephone ringing at 2:00 AM brought Carl Bartholamew
stumbling groggily out of bed, almost tripping as he shuffled down the
stairs. Stubbing his toe on the end table, he finally managed to get to the
phone on the sixth ring and, hearing the long distance operator ask if he
would accept the charges, he realized that it was probably one of his
daughters calling from overseas. The girls were in Singapore as part of
a local church group student exchange program but Carl couldn't imagine
why they would be calling home at this hour of the morning. Wiping the
sleep from his eyes, he accepted the charges and a moment later he
heard his oldest daughter's voice on the line.
"Daddy, is that you? Can you hear me okay?"
Shaking his head to clear his sleepy brain, he said, "Yes, honey,
it's me. Do you know what time it is here, Clarise? Is something wrong?
Are you in some sort of trouble?"
"I'm sorry for waking you, Daddy. But please, listen to me. Janice
and I are in jail and you just have to do something to help us get out of
here."
The mention of jail helped to clear Carl's thoughts and, in a firm
voice he said, "You're in jail? What happened? How did you and your
sister get in trouble? For God's sake, tell me what happened!" As a
detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, Carl understood the
implications of being jailed and he felt certain that his daughters had
gotten into some major trouble.
Trying to remain as calm as possible, Clarise managed to get
across to her father that both she and her sister had been arrested for
shoplifting. The two of them had made friends with three Swedish girls
who had convinced them that they could get away with shoplifting any
number of items without anyone being the wiser. Hesitant at first, the two
had finally given in but had refused to actually steal anything, agreeing
only to act as lookouts while the other three did the shoplifting. The
following day they went shopping at one of the nicer malls in downtown
Singapore and, while the two of them watched for store employees, the
Swedish girls had stolen several scarves, bracelets and rings. As the
group of girls was leaving the store, they were arrested and, although
neither Clarise nor Janice had actually stolen anything, they had been
charged with grand theft as accomplices.
Carl Bartholamew couldn't believe what he was hearing but,
understanding that his daughters were in a great deal of trouble, he
promised Clarise that he would do everything he could to get them out of
this mess. Calling the airlines, he booked a seat to Singapore on the next
available flight and, packing only a single suitcase, he said goodbye to his
wife and was soon on his way.
It was nearly 18 hours later when the plane landed in Singapore
and, tired and thoroughly distraught, he finally arrived at his hotel.
Several telephone calls later, he had managed to arrange for a lawyer to
defend his daughters and had also made an appointment to see the girls
in jail. He wanted to speak to the lawyer before he talked to the girls,
hoping that he would have some good news for them by that time. But
his appointment with the lawyer left him with little hope and, as the two
men were shown into the small visitors room at the jail, he knew that he
wasn't going to be able to offer the girls much in the way of encouraging
news.
Brought in together, the two girls were shame faced as they sat
across from their father. Janice, at age 19, and Clarise, at age 20, had
never been involved in any sort of criminal activity and both were in tears
as they tried unsuccessfully to explain their actions and to apologize to
their father. Knowing that he had only a few minutes to speak to them,
he shushed their sobbing and said, "It really doesn't matter at this point
why you did it. The fact is you were involved in a major crime and you're
probably going to have to take whatever punishment they decide to give
you." Turning to the lawyer, Mr. Chen, he said, "Mr. Chen, would you
please tell them what you told me."
Clearing his throat, Mr. Chen said, "My advice to your father is
that you throw yourselves on the mercy of the Court. We will claim that
you were coerced into doing this act of thievery and I will ask the judge
for leniency in his sentence. But do not get your hopes to high, young
ladies. It is uncommon for a sentence to be reduced, especially when it
involves grand theft by an alien. I'm sorry and I do wish I could offer you
a brighter outlook." Sighing, he looked at the girl's father as he
continued, "You should be happy that your children are females. If they were
males, they would most certainly be sentenced to at least 20 strokes of
the rattan cane on their bare buttocks in addition to a long prison
sentence."
The girls gasp when they heard this and vigorously nodded their
heads, agreeing to have Mr. Chen do whatever he could for them in
court. Their trial had been set for three weeks from tomorrow and, after
posting a $100,000 bail bond for each girl, Carl was allowed to take them
out of the jail. He was warned against any attempt to get the girls out of
the country, reference being made to the loss of his home and savings
if the bail bonds were violated.
As they were riding up the elevator in the hotel, Carl said to his
daughters in a grim voice,
"You two ought to be thanking your lucky stars that we're in a hotel and
not at home. Because if we were home I'd march the two of you right out
to the woodshed and blister your bare behinds until you couldn't sit down
for a week!"
Blushing at the mention of being spanked, both girls wisely
decided to keep their mouths shut. But they knew that their father wasn't
kidding. Trips to the woodshed had been quite common while they were
growing up and, although neither of them had gotten a spanking since
they were sixteen, they knew that he was mad enough at them that he
might just decide to go back to that juvenile form of punishment if they
gave him any further grief.
During the following week, they spent almost every day in the
attorney's office, the girls being questioned again and again about exactly
what had been said and why they had agreed to participate in the thefts.
Their father, on the other hand, spent his time contacting various officials,
trying to find someway to have his daughter's trial separated from that of
the Swedish girls. But nothing he did or said seemed to make the
slightest difference and, by the end of the week, he was getting fairly
depressed and had almost decided that the girls would have to take
whatever sentence the judge decided upon when, on Friday afternoon,
he received an invitation to attend a small dinner party at the American
Consulate's home. His daughters were invited and he was informed that
another of the guests would be the judge that would be presiding at their
trial. According to the secretary who had called him, under Singapore
law, this would not be considered improper and it might give him a
chance to state his daughter's case in a less formal setting.
The girls, attired in light summer dresses and high heels, followed
their father into the large home of the American Consulate and, their
faces red knowing that everyone was aware of their situation, were
introduced to all the guests including the judge, his wife and his oldest
son. Mr. Cannon, the American Consulate, introduced his wife and his
daughter and suggested that the girls go with his daughter while he and
Carl had a little talk. Leslie, their daughter, was a slim, lithe, and very
beautiful young woman just Clarise's age and both Clarise and Janice
were instantly jealous. Taking them outside, she showed them through
the gardens and soon they were talking as if they were old friends. Just
before taking them back inside, Leslie stopped and said, "I really hope
that your father can do something for you this evening. Singapore is
awfully strict about it's laws and some of the sentences these judges
hand out are simply terrible!"
Clarise nodded and said, "Oh, don't we know it! Our attorney said
that if we were boys we would probably get caned! God, that would be
just horrible! I just know I'd die of shame!"
Leslie agreed and said, "Yes, they're much harder on men than
they are on women. But that doesn't mean that women get off too easy.
Although it's up to the judge, apparently he has the power to sentence a
woman to a paddling if he wishes. And Daddy has said that those
paddlings are given on their bare bottoms! God, I hope that doesn't
happen to the two of you!"
The girls were about to agree with her when their father walked
out of the house with Mr. Cannon and, crooking his finger at them, he
said, "Clarise! Janice! I'd like to talk to you for a minute or two."
Leaving Leslie with her father, the girls hurried over to their father
expecting to hear some news about his informal discussion with the
judge. Mr. Cannon spoke to his daughter for a moment and then the two
of them walked into the house leaving Clarise and Janice alone with their
father. Putting his arms around the girls, he said seriously, "You two are
in big trouble! Whether you realize it or not, you are facing a sentence of
at least two years in prison plus a large fine! That's right, two years in a
Singapore prison, if not more!"
Gasping and starting to protest, their father shook them and
continued, "Stop that! You got yourselves into this and I'm trying my best
to get you out of it with the least damage. Now listen to me and keep
your mouths shut! I've been speaking to the judge and I explained to him
that you would be punished at home for what you did but that didn't faze
him until I said that you would also be spanked. Apparently physical
punishment is considered an absolute essential to crime control and it
wasn't until I told him that you were going to have your behinds blistered
that he even showed the slightest indication of being willing to listen. But
one spanking wasn't sufficient, as far as he was concerned. We had
quite a bit of discussion about this but it wasn't until I agreed to 'tan
your
bottoms' once a month for two years that he said we might be able to
come to some agreement. So that's it, girls. Either you get your
hindends blistered every month for the next two years or else! And I
wouldn't even want to consider the 'or else', if I were you!"
Two very red faced and crestfallen girls nodded their heads in
agreement and, seeing this, their father said, "That's what I thought you'd
decide." Pointing toward the house, he continued, "Now, the Cannons
have agreed to let me use one of the spare bedrooms upstairs and Leslie
apparently has a big wooden hairbrush that she will let me use. So we're
going up there and both of you are going to get your first blisterings right
now. And I don't want to hear any argument, is that clear!"
The girls stood gaping in disbelief as their father said this but,
before they had a chance to say anything, their father pushed them
toward the house and said, "Get in there! Right now! Up the stairs. Mrs.
Cannon will meet you up there and show you the way. I'll be up in a
couple of minutes."
Wanting to protest but knowing that it would do them no good, the
girls rushed into the house and up the stairs, their faces flaming red in
humiliation. At the top of the stairs they met Leslie and her mother and,
unable to suppress a grin, Leslie said, "I guess you two aren't going to be
sitting too comfortably at dinner this evening, are you! Oh, don't be so
embarrassed! We know what's going to happen to you and, if it's any
consolation, I'd probably have agreed to the same thing if I were in your
shoes." Taking Clarise's arm, Leslie started walking her down the
hallway. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Janice, my mother will
take you into her bedroom and stay with you until your father finishes with
Clarise. He thought it would be a little easier on you if you didn't have to
stand there and watch while Clarise got her bottom spanked, knowing
that you'd be going over his knee as soon as she was done." Hearing
this, Clarise stopped and was about to protest when Leslie held up the
wide wooden hairbrush in her right hand and said, "Now come on,
Clarise, don't stall around. Your bare tushy has a date with this hairbrush
and you don't want to be late, do you! Stalling around isn't going to
change anything, you know."
Tears blurred Clarise's eyes as she reluctantly allowed Leslie to
lead her down the hallway. Opening the last door on the left, Leslie stood
back and let Clarise enter the large bedroom. Following her in, she
closed the door and then said, "Why don't you just sit down there on the
bed. I'll sit over here and we'll wait for your father."
Nodding, Clarise sat nervously on the big bed, her hands in her
lap and her head hanging down like a naughty schoolgirl waiting for a
spanking. She didn't have long to wait and less than three minutes had
passed when the door opened and her father walked into the room. And
when he closed the door, she knew that the time had come when she
would have to begin paying for her stupid, juvenile mistake.
Wasting no time, her father took off his suit jacket, loosened his
tie, rolled up his right sleeve and, placing a straight backed chair in the
center of the large room, he sat down. Looking over at Clarise who had
remained sitting on the bed softly crying, he said sharply, "Clarise! Get
up and come over here, young lady!"
Moaning in mortification, Clarise got hesitantly to her feet,
stumbled over and stood in front of her father with her face buried in her
hands. Shaking his head sadly, Carl said, "I'm sorry, Clarise, but you
knew you were going to get a spanking as soon as I found a place where
I could do it without disturbing anyone. I told you that a week ago, didn't
I! I know how embarrassed and humiliated you must feel right now but
you brought this on yourself, young lady! And now you're just going to
have to take your punishment whether you like it or not!" Clearing his
throat, he continued, "Now whether you act like a young lady or a little
child is entirely up to you, Clarise. But either way you're going to get
your
behind blistered! Clarise, pull your dress up around your waist and hold
it there while I pull your pants down to your knees! Do it, Clarise, or so
help me, I'll do it myself!"
Wailing in mortification and glancing quickly over her shoulder at
Leslie, she stammered, "Does s-she have to stay th-there, D-Daddy? I
d-don't w-want her w-watching me! P-Please, Daddy, make h-her leave!"
Shaking his head, her father said, "Leslie is staying right here,
Clarise. Perhaps the fact that she will be watching you will make you try
to act your age, young lady! Now get your dress and slip up around your
waist, Clarise! And be quick about it, young lady!"
Suppressing another moan, Clarise reluctantly bent over and,
gathering up the hem of her skirt and slip, she hesitantly pull these
garments upward, slowly exposing her long, plump nylon encased legs.
As she pulled her skirts higher, her full thighs and buttocks, tightly
encased in a long leg pantygirdle, came into view and knowing just how
much she was revealing, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as her face
glowed crimson in shame.
Feeling embarrassed for his daughter and not wanting to prolong
her humiliation, Carl didn't waste time with any further scolding and, as
soon as she had her dress up above her hips, he reached up and slipped
his thumbs into the waistband of her pantygirdle. Looking up at her, he
said softly, "I'm sorry that I have to do this to you at your age, Clarise.
Please try to act your age, honey, and I'll get this over with as fast as I
can." With that, he tugged her pantygirdle and panties down over her full
hips and buttocks, turning them inside out below her buttocks and
pushing them down until they were festooned ignominiously just above
her knees. Her stockings, released from the pull of her garters but still
attached to them, sagged down her legs and bagged out around her
knees. Releasing his grip on Clarise's underwear, Carl let his gaze drift
upward to his daughter's crotch and his sharp intake of breath was clearly
audible across the room as he saw that Clarise's crotch was completely
hairless! The plump, reddish colored folds of her labia peeked out
between her sun tanned thighs, their color in sharp contrast to the skimpy
area of creamy white skin that outlined the extent of her bathing suit
bottom. Wondering for a moment why she would shave herself in this
manner, it quickly dawned on him that she had done so to avoid any
show of pubic hair under her obviously very brief and revealing swim suit.
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