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Feminine Justice in Singapore, Part II
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FEMININE JUSTICE IN SINGAPORE - Part 2 of 4
Knowing that Leslie was now looking right at her bare
bottom and thighs, Clarise wailed in mortification and her father,
hearing this, quickly pulled her forward between his legs and said,
"Bend over and lie down across my left thigh, Clarise! Right now,
young lady!"
Blushing a deep red, Clarise quickly lowered herself down
onto her father's firm thigh and a moment later she felt his right leg
clamp down across the backs of her calves, effectively locking her
in position. Her right hand was then pulled around behind her and
into the small of her back and, as her father applied pressure on
her arm, she heard him say, "Bend over, Clarise. You might as
well forget about your modesty today, young lady!"
Bending down to relieve the pressure on her arm, Clarise
squealed in outraged modesty as she realized how much she
must be showing 'back there'. Looking down, Carl couldn't help
blushing himself as he saw his oldest daughter's hairless 'privates'
pushing back between her plump upper thighs. The dainty,
wrinkled inner lips pushed out between the plump rolls of her
outer labia and, as his gaze shifted upward, he saw the puckered
rosebud of her anus nestled deeply between her soft, quivering
buttocks. Shaking his head in dismay, he sighed as he realized
that, considering how immodestly she was exposed, Clarise was
certainly going to be embarrassed when she found out that,
besides Leslie, the judge was going to be observing her during
her punishment.
Nodding in Leslie's direction, he said, "Leslie, will you
please get the judge."
Hearing her father say this, Clarise began to struggle,
trying to get off her father's lap as she wailed, "Noooooooo! Oh,
pleeeeeease, Dadddddy! You can't let him in here, pleeeeease!"
Slapping his daughter's right buttock sharply, Carl said in
a firm voice, "Be quiet, Clarise. He insisted on observing both you
and your sister being spanked in order to assure himself that you
would be, as he put it, 'properly disciplined'. Now like it or not,
you are going to be spanked in front of him so you had better
resign yourself to it, young lady! I'm sorry you're so completely
exposed 'back here' but you made the decision to shave yourself
'down there' and now you're just going to have to make the best
of it."
At that moment, the door opened and the judge walked into
the room; his son, a law student, followed him into the room.
Walking over and standing directly behind Clarise, they smiled
and the judge said, "Very good, Mr. Bartholamew. The young
woman appears to be properly prepared and positioned and I look
forward to seeing what you in the United States consider a sound
spanking." Stepping back, he took a seat in the chair that Leslie
had been sitting in, crossed his legs and sat waiting for Carl to
begin; his son took up a position directly behind the chair.
Walking over to Carl, Leslie handed him the large hairbrush and
then stood behind him. Getting a good grip on the handle, he
gently patted Clarise's plump, wobbling buttocks three or four
times as he said, "Well, I guess there's nothing I can say that will
make this any easier on you, Clarise. You certainly deserve a
good sound blistering and you know it, don't you, young lady! And
remember, this is only the first one. You're going to be getting
another one each month for the next two years so you better get
used to the idea right now!"
Raising the hairbrush, he snapped it downward, smacking
it solidly against the fullest curve of Clarise's naked right buttock.
The sound of the hard back of the hairbrush hitting the girl's soft
bare bottom was loud and meaty; the buttock flattened momentarily and shock
waves shimmered in all directions across
Clarise's naked behind.
!!!*** SPLAAT ***!!!
Instantly, Clarise's head reared upward and a shriek of pain
echoed around the room as the searing pain bored into her
wobbling bare buttocks.
"YYiiiiiiiieeeeeeoooooo! OOooooohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!
Daaaaaddddy! Please, it hurts too much! No more, pleee-
eeeease!"
Satisfied with the reaction he had elicited, Carl rained ten
hard smacks down on his daughter's wiggling, squirming behind,
each one flattening a different area of her wide, soft behind and
causing her to squeal and shriek at the top of her lungs. Trying
to move her legs, she found that all she could do was flail her feet
up and down, the toes of her high heeled pumps pounding on the
floor as she kicked. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her
vision and cascading down her cheeks as she helplessly begged
her father to stop her punishment.
But Carl Bartholamew knew that his daughter not only
deserved to suffer, she indeed had to suffer in order to convince
the judge that releasing her to his care would not be a reprieve
from discipline. And knowing this, he continued to wield the
hairbrush, hitting his squalling, screaming daughter harder and
harder with each stroke and concentrating on covering every
square inch of her wide, plump behind. As the brush smacked
and cracked against the soft, yielding flesh, Clarise's buttocks
went from their original creamy white coloring to a bright pink to
an angry red and, finally, to a blotched, deep reddish-purple.
Seeing this color change taking place, Carl lowered his aim and
began smacking the backs of Clarise's plump thighs, an action
that must have been absolutely excruciating for the poor girl.
Howling in agony, Clarise had given up all hope of retaining
even a shred of modesty. Blubbering and begging like a schoolgirl, she
pleaded with her father to end her punishment, promising
to be a 'good girl' for every and every if he would only stop. But
her pleas and tears didn't sway Carl; smack after smack hit
Clarise's bare thighs and soon they were beginning to color
heavily, rapidly approaching the dark hue of her buttocks.
!!!*** SMACK *** CRACK *** SPLAT *** WHAP ***!!!
"EEeeeeekkkkk!! YYyyyyyiiiiiiieeeeee!! OOOuch!
OOooooohhhh!! Pleeeease! OOuch!! P-Pleeeeeasseee!
Daaaaddddy! Pleeeeeease! YYyyyyiiiiieeeeeee!! EEe-
eeeekkkkk! Ouch!"
Deciding that he was almost satisfied with the appearance
of Clarise's behind and thighs and feeling that she had very likely
learned her lesson for that day, Carl applied 20 final smacks to
her already thoroughly reddened and blistered behind, directing
each one to a different area and rekindling the fires that already
raged in the hoarsely squalling girl's bare bottom.
When the final smack had fallen, Carl released his
daughter's right wrist and lifted his right leg off the backs of her
calves. Clarise immediately rolled off his lap, fell to the floor and
then, to Carl's surprise and embarrassment, she rolled onto her
back and arched her hips off the floor, lewdly pushing her hairless
vulva into acute prominence as she clutched her blazing buttocks
and furiously rubbed those scorched surfaces. Mindless of the
fact that three adults were watching her brazen exhibition, Clarise
then rolled onto her stomach and reached back to again clutch her
buttocks, vainly trying to ease the searing pain that seemed to
flow in waves from her blistered backside. Continuing to sob
hoarsely, she then staggered to her feet and stood hopping up
and down, her lily white hands in stark contrast to the angry red
surfaces of her bare bottom which she clutched and rubbed with
total abandon.
Allowing his daughter less than a minute of this shameless
display, Carl finally stood up and, grabbing Clarise's arm, he
shook her and said, "Clarise! Clarise!! Stop that this instant! Do
you hear me, Clarise! Stop rubbing your behind or I'll turn you
over my knee again and give you something else to cry about!!"
The shaking and her father's words seemed to bring
Clarise back to a semblance of reality and, still sobbing, she
reluctantly took her hands off her behind and covered her flaming
red, tear stained face. Turning to Leslie, her father said, "Leslie,
would you be so kind as to take Clarise down the hallway to the
bathroom and let her wash her face and comb her hair. Oh, and
be sure she pulls up her girdle and panties before she comes
downstairs. It's going to hurt her a lot but I don't want her to lose
the pain in her behind too soon. It will make her think about what
she did and why she is being punished."
Nodding at Carl, Leslie put her arm around Clarise and led
her to her door; her girdle and panties had, by this time, slipped
all the way down around her ankles and she had to sort of shuffle
along beside Leslie, the garters of her girdle dragging on the floor
with a hollow metallic sound. As the door closed behind the two
girls, the judge smiled and said, "I was suitably impressed, Mr.
Bartholamew. If you will assure me that each and every one of
your daughters' punishments will be that thorough, I believe that
I will be able to find a way for them to avoid prison and a severe
session with the paddle. Can you give me that assurance?"
Looking gravely at the judge, Carl said, "My word of honor,
sir. They both deserve that sort of punishment and that is exactly
what they will get each month."
Shaking Carl's hand, the judge walked to the door and said,
"My son and I will wait across the hallway. Have Leslie come and
get us when your other daughter is prepared for punishment."
A few moments later Leslie walked in, sat down and said,
"Golly, you really gave her a blistering! Her behind is so hot to
the touch that I thought I'd burn my hand! And you should have
heard her howl when she pulled up her panties and girdle! God,
I'll bet she isn't going to be able to sit down comfortably for a
week!"
Carl nodded his head and said, "I hated to have to be so
hard on her but she deserved it, you know. And I think the judge
is pretty well convinced that they won't be getting off lightly if he
releases them to my custody. Let's hope that's the case." Smiling
at Leslie, he continued, "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to get this
over with, Leslie."
Getting up, Leslie said, "Oh, I understand, Mr. Bar-
tholamew. I'll go get Janice right now."
Leaving the room, she was back a few moments later with
a very tearful Janice. Even from the far end of the hallway, her
sister's howls of anguish had been audible enough and, as she
entered the room, she started to sob and beg her father not to
spank her. But Carl knew that he would have to steel himself
against such pleas and so, seating himself again, he gently but
firmly pulled Janice down over his lap. Once in position, he
quickly pulled up her dress and slip, bunching these garments
well above her waist, and then, as he had done with her older
sister, he tugged down her open bottom girdle and her panties,
pushing these garments down to just above her knees. Feeling
herself being bared, Janice's sobbing had risen in volume and her
pleas had become more pitiful but it was all in vain; she was going
to be spanked and that was all there was to it. Locking her legs
down in the same manner as he had done with Clarise and
twisting her right arm into the small of her back, he indicated that
Leslie should bring in the judge.
Dissolving into tears, Janice lay limply over her father's
thigh as the judge and his son took up their positions behind her.
Like her sister, Janice had removed all her pubic hair leaving her
sex prominently displayed in her tightly bent position. The pity
Carl felt for his younger daughter was overshadowed by the
knowledge that making her suffer now was going to save her
countless hours of suffering in prison in the future and, picking up
the hairbrush, he immediately went to work on Janice's quivering
bare buttocks and plump bare thighs. Not sparing her in the least,
he whaled away at her poor naked behind for nearly 25 minutes
during which time Janice came to truly appreciate the meaning of
a blistered bottom.
By the time he had finished, her buttocks were almost as
red as her sister's had been at the conclusion of her punishment
and her thighs resembled dark red sausages, so reddened and
blistered that he was certain she wouldn't be able to sit down for
several days. The 'dance' she did after being allowed up off her
father's lap was even more lively than her sister's and Carl had to
slap her bottom several times before she finally pulled her pale,
shaking hands off her blazing behind and, with girdle and panties
dragging ignominiously from her ankles, she hobbled out of the
room with Leslie and down the hallway to the bathroom.
It was nearly an hour later when two very crestfallen young
women gingerly descended the stairs and meekly stood beside
their father, their faces still crimson and their eyes red and
bloodshot from crying. Their girdled behinds were so sore and
ached so badly that they were completely unable to stand still and
throughout the remainder of the afternoon they were constantly
shifting from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pain in their
backsides. From the looks that were cast in their direction, there
was no question in their minds that everyone there knew exactly
what had taken place upstairs in that bedroom. And if there was
anyone who didn't know, all doubts were erased when they were
called to dinner. Walking uncomfortably and stiff legged into the
dining room, the girl's eyes widened and they felt their faces
burning in shame when the hostess, Mrs. Cannon, walked each
of them to their chairs and, before allowing them to sit down,
placed a large soft pillow on the seat of the chair. Humiliated
beyond words, the girls carefully eased their aching behinds down
on the pillows, groaning audibly as they settled their full weight
onto the cushioned chairs. Barely able to eat, they fidgeted and
squirmed about throughout dinner, their actions drawing many
knowing grins and they were two very relieved youngsters when,
shortly after dinner, their father thanked the Cannons for their
hospitality and excused himself and his daughters.
As the Cannons were walking them to the door, Carl
stopped and said, "Girls, I think you ought to thank Mr. and Mrs.
Cannon for letting us use their bedroom this afternoon. I believe
you learned a lesson you will never forget, one that I should have
taught you a long time ago. And I think you ought to thank Leslie
for the use of her hairbrush. I think it was exactly the instrument
that you needed applied to your behinds, right?"
With their faces bright red, Clarise and Janice nodded their
heads and then they haltingly thanked the Cannons as their father
had suggested. Turning to Leslie, Clarise stammered, "I, ah, er,
I'd like to thank you for letting Daddy use your h-hairbrush, Leslie.
It hurt like the very dickens but I guess we deserved it. Thanks for
being so kind and helping us get cleaned up afterwards."
The taxi ride home was even worse than the dinner had
been and as soon as the girls had gotten into their room they
eased out of their girdles and panties and, taking turns, they
soaked in a cool tub in an attempt to ease the pain and swelling
of their behinds. Before going to bed, they stood naked in front of
the full length mirror and ruefully examined their blistered behinds
and thighs, thinking with extreme dismay that they were going to
have to go through this same sort of thing every month for the next
two years. The thought wasn't at all comforting and, after rubbing
cold cream into each other's backsides, they crawled into bed and
went to sleep on their stomachs, their naked and well spanked
bottoms exposed to the cool night breeze in hopes that the
burning pain would have subsided by morning.
The following week the two girls, their father and their
attorney were seated at one end of the defense table; the three
Swedish girls sat huddled at the other end. None of the Swedish
girls had been able to afford a lawyer and, when the charges were
read and the girls asked if they understood the charges, they all
agreed that they were guilty as charged. They begged the judge
for mercy but, knowing the laws in Singapore, they really had little
hope that any mercy would be shown. Mr. Chen presented the
case for Clarise and Janice and, while entering a plea of guilty, he
petitioned the judge for leniency since the Bartholamew girls had
only been peripherally involved with the acts of thievery.
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