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Feminine Justice in Singapore, Part III
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FEMININE JUSTICE IN SINGAPORE - Part 3 of 4
The judge left the courtroom for about 15 minutes and,
when he returned, he ordered the three Swedish girls to stand
before the court while their sentences were read. Three very
frightened and anxious girls stood trembling and pale as the judge
glared down at them for a moment before beginning to read the
sentences. Each of the three Swedish girls was sentenced to
serve a five year prison term, a $10,000 fine and 2400 strokes of
the paddle, the strokes to be administered in twelve equal groups
of 200 strokes with two months between punishments. No
visitation rights were granted for the first year of their prison
terms. One of the girls fainted when she heard this sentence but
none of them raised any protest at the severity of the sentence
imposed on them. The judge then ordered them returned to their
cells, but not before letting them know that the first 200 strokes of
the paddle would be administered that afternoon immediately after
their arrival at the prison.
Starring down at Clarise and Janice, the judge then read
their sentences. Taking into consideration their peripheral
involvement in the thefts and the assurance of their father that
they would receive a severe corporal punishment each month for
the next year, he sentenced each of them to four months in prison,
suspended, and $5,000 fines. Believing this to be their total
sentence, the girls were smiling at each other when they heard the
judge bang his gavel and say, "In addition, each defendant is
sentenced to receive 100 strokes of the paddle, sentence to be
carried out this afternoon after their arrival at the prison." On
hearing this, the smiles disappeared and they turned to their
attorney, asking why the judge had done this. He whispered that
the judge probably felt that he simply couldn't let them go without
at least a token form of physical punishment and he urged them
to accept the judge's decision. Nodding their heads and accepting his
advice, they still felt as if they had been betrayed.
Several guards marched over and, after handcuffing their
wrists behind their backs, led them out of the courtroom. Both
Clarise and Janice had gotten dressed up that morning but had
been required to change into prison clothing prior to coming into
court Now, as they left the courtroom, Carl could hear their floppy
sandals slapping against the stone floor of the old building, the
sound becoming fainter and finally ceasing as they were taken
down to the holding cell to await transport to the prison.
Closing his briefcase, Mr. Chen said, "You will be allowed
to observe your daughters' punishment, if you wish to do so.
However, you must agree to create no disturbance and to avoid
interfering in any way with that punishment. If those terms are
acceptable to you, I will make the necessary arrangements. Their
punishment is quite painful and humiliating and many family
members elect not to observe because of the stress involved."
Staring at the lawyer, Carl said, "Wh-What do you mean
humiliating?"
Shaking his head, Mr. Chen said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bar-
tholamew, I thought you understood the sentence. The punishment is always
administered to the girl's bared buttocks and thighs
with a heavy leather paddle. Although not nearly as agonizing as
the rattan cane would be, the leather paddle is nonetheless quite
painful and, with anything more than 25 or 30 strokes, the girl's
buttocks and thighs will be severely inflamed and exceedingly
tender for several days. Fortunately, the paddle does not
permanently scar the buttocks as does the cane and for that you
must be thankful."
Nodding his head in shocked understanding, Carl said,
"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I realize that the judge did the best he
could under the circumstances. And I suppose that 100 whacks
with that paddle might just do them a world of good. I'm just sorry
that it has to be on their bare bottoms; that's going to be pretty
embarrassing as well as painful."
Deciding that he ought to be present, if for no other reason
than to be able to comfort them after their session with the paddle,
Carl nodded his head and said, "Yes, I think I ought to be there.
And I'll abide by whatever rules they have in this sort of situation.
Please get that clearance for me to observe, Mr. Chen."
Shaking Carl's hand, Mr. Chen left the room, saying that he
would be back as soon as possible. Although it seemed like an
eternity, less than 15 minutes passed before he returned; a guard
followed directly behind him. Smiling at Carl, Mr. Chen said, "This
guard will take you to the prison. The Warden will then escort you
to the room where corporal punishment is administered to women
prisoners. But Mr. Bartholamew, please remember that you must
make no protest or try in any way to interfere. If that should occur,
you will be immediately removed and barred from any further
observation. Do you understand?"
Nodding his head, Carl followed the guard out the door and
down a long hallway. A small sedan took them to the prison
outside the city and the guard then escorted Carl to the Warden's
office. It was almost 3:45 PM when the Warden walked out, shook
Carl's hand and said, "Mr. Bartholamew? I am pleased to meet
you although I wish it could have been under more pleasant
circumstances. Please, come with me."
Leading the way, he escorted Carl to a nearby elevator and
they were soon at least two floors below street level. Leaving the
elevator, they walked down a short hallway, turned right and
stopped in front of a heavy steel door; a guard came to attention
as they approached. Selecting a key from the chain on his belt,
the Warden opened the door and stood back to allow Carl to
enter. Walking past the Warden, Carl immediately noted that it
was actually quite a large room that he had entered. The stone
walls and floor were painted a pale green and several large lights
bathed the room in strong illumination and Carl's eyes were
quickly drawn to a narrow wooden table placed in the center of the
room. Heavy wooden legs were bolted to the floor and supported
a short, flat table top. The end of the table top facing the door
was padded with what appeared to be leather and, at the base of
the legs on that same end, a metal bar was bolted between the
two legs. A chair sat at the far end of the structure and a black
leather paddle hung from the side. Two sturdy leather straps
hung from the bar and Carl shuddered as it slowly dawned on him
what function this structure served.
My God! They're going to strap their ankles to that bar and
then bend them over that bench while they're being paddled! Oh,
God!! Why the hell did they have to get mixed up with those
damned Swedish girls! Well, I guess they're just going to have to
learn for themselves that they are responsible for their actions.
But I just wish it didn't have to be so humiliating and painful for
them.
Carl was still trying to get over the shock of understanding
when the door opened and two men walked in carrying a video
camera and a heavy tripod. Whirling around and looking at the
Warden, Carl said, "What is that for! My God! Are you going to
film these poor girls being whipped?"
Giving Carl a hard look, the Warden said, "Mr. Bar-
tholamew, these poor girls, as you call them, are convicted
criminals and, as such, they have lost all normal rights. And yes,
we do film all punishments. The films are used in schools to
discourage criminal activity in our young people."
Carl nodded thoughtfully and then said, "Yes, I suppose
that certainly would be a deterrent to crime. But that's really
humiliating for the girls involved, isn't it?"
Chuckling, the Warden said, "Oh, most assuredly!
However, if a female decides to commit a crime, she must be
prepared for the consequences. That is why we have such a low
crime rate in our country."
Their conversation was interrupted when the door opened
and the first Swedish girl was brought into the room by two burly
male guards; a third guard, a very nicely dressed young woman
and a doctor in a white coat followed them into the room. The
doctor placed a small medical bag on the table at the side of the
room while the young woman walked over and stood next to the
wooden table. Attired in a pair of loose cotton pants and a cotton
shirt, both obviously prison issue, and with her hands still cuffed
behind her back, the girl was crying pitifully and had to be
supported by the two guards, one on each arm. Carl recognized
her as the shortest of the three Swedish girls and he remembered
that her first name was Isola although her last name escaped him.
When the door had been closed and locked, the handcuffs were
removed by one guard while the third one, an officer by his
uniform, stood in front of the girl. Rubbing her wrists, the girl
looked around desperately, obviously hoping that she might find
some way to escape her appointment with the paddle. Noticing
this, the guard behind her said, "There is no way out except
through that door and it is locked. So you might as well give up
any hope of escape."
The guard in front of the girl pulled out a sheet of paper
and, in a loud, cold voice, said, "Isola Norvelt, you have been
convicted of grand theft and sentenced to 2400 strokes of the
paddle, sentence to be divided into twelve groups of 200 strokes
each. Are you ready to receive the first group of 200 strokes?"
Sobbing and obviously terrified, the girl shook her head
and wailed, "Oh, pleeease, don't do that to me, please!"
Scowling at her, the guard repeated his question, this time
almost shouting, "Are you ready to receive the first 200 strokes of
the paddle?"
Burying her face in her hands, the girl finally nodded her
head. The guard replaced the piece of paper in his pocket and
said, "Very well." Motioning to the guards, he said, "Bring the
prisoner to the bench."
Hearing this order, the girl's head jerked upward. Her eyes
were wide and her mouth gaped open as she said, "Oh, noo-
ooooo! Pleeeease, not that! Pleeease!"
The guards on each side of the girl grasp her arms and half
walking and half dragging her, they moved over to the front of the
wooden bench and forced her to stand with her pelvis pressed
against the padded edge of the bench. Warning her to stand still,
the officer knelt down and quickly fastened the leather straps
attached to the bar around each of the girl's ankles, forcing her to
spread her legs about a foot and a half apart. Standing up, he
nodded to the guards; they immediately grasp the girl's arms with
both hands, pulling her arms well out to the side.
Stepping behind the girl, the officer reached around in front
of her, unfastened the drawstring of her pants and, with no further
ado, pulled the baggy prison pants down, letting them drop around
her ankles and leaving her stark naked from waist to ankles.
Putting his hand in the middle of her shoulders and, pushing
forward, said loudly, "Bend forward and extend your arms in front
of you, convict!"
Wailing in humiliation and terror, the girl was forced to
bend over the padded edge of the table; one guard sat down at
the far end of the table and, gripping her wrists, pulled her
forward, stretching her tightly across the short top of the table.
Realizing just how defenseless she was, the girl screamed in
desperation, begging to be spared the pain of being paddled. The
second guard then placed a wide, padded belt over the small of
the girl's back and fastened it securely to the table, positioning the
padding directly over the area of the girl's kidneys.
Standing back, the officer looked over at the Warden.
Turning to Carl, the Warden said, "The padded strap over the
girl's back serves two purposes. It protects the area of her
kidneys from injury in the unlikely situation where the paddle
misses its target and it also serves to keep the convict from
arching her back." Waiting for the Warden to finish speaking, the
officer saluted and said, "The convict, Isola Norvelt, is now ready
to receive 200 strokes of the paddle."
Nodding his head, the Warden said, "You may carry out the
sentence at your own pace."
Nodding at the second guard, the officer stepped to one
side of the table and stood watching as the guard retrieved the
black leather paddle from the side of the table. Positioning
himself behind the girl and to her left, he swung the paddle back
and then brought it whistling forward, hitting the girl across the
fullest part of her buttocks. The paddle was about 18 inches long
including the handle and the 'business end' was about six inches
wide and a foot long and it appeared to be about a quarter inch
thick. As it smacked against the girl's defenseless bare buttocks,
Carl could see it bend slightly, wrapping itself over the fullest part
of the girl's right buttock.
!!!### SWACK ###!!!
The sound of the paddle hitting the girl's bare behind was
loud, meaty and quite distinctive. The girl instantly shrieked as
the pain bored into her behind but, secured as she was, she was
totally unable to protect herself in any way. The young woman
standing to the girl's right side had a notebook in her hand and, as
the paddle was drawn back, she said in a clear voice, "One!"
The second smack of the paddle struck the girl a bit lower
on her buttocks and again the sound was full and solid as hard
leather met soft, resilient female flesh.
!!!### SWAACK ###!!!
Squealing in pain, the Swedish girl tossed her head from
side to side and began to beg the guard holding her wrists to let
her go. Showing no emotion whatsoever, the guard simply stared
at the girl's tear stained face and shook his head, indicating that
nothing she said or did would have any influence on the severity
of her punishment.
As the guard continued smacking the leather paddle
against the howling girl's bare buttocks and thighs, the Warden
touched Carl's arm, indicating that he should watch closely.
Doing so, Carl saw that each time the paddle hit, the rapidly
reddening flesh would blanch for an instant and then, as it was
withdrawn, a blush of red would flare where it had contacted the
soft flesh and an instant later the girl's head would strain upward
and a shriek of pain would echo around the room. Watching the
girl's punishment and listening to her screams of pain, all Carl
could think of was that, within the next couple of hours, it would be
his daughters who would be bent over this very table, pants
around their ankles and totally defenseless as their bare bottoms
were blistered by that leather paddle.
Oh my God!! Clarise and Janice are going to just die of
embarrassment when they find themselves bent over that table
with their behinds completely naked. And then when they start
paddling them, they're just going to scream their heads off. Damn
it! Why did they have to be so stupid as to get in with these girls
on their damn fool scheme! Well, there is simply nothing I can do
to help them so I guess I better just hope that this teaches them
a lesson they will never forget.
Applying strokes at the rate of about six per minute, the
count soon reached 100. Stepping back, the guard who had been
wielding the paddle then changed places with the one who had
been holding the girl's wrists. Taking the paddle in his left hand,
this guard positioned himself behind the girl and to her right. The
Warden looked at Carl and said, "We generally have one guard
who is right handed and one who is left handed. That evens out
the welts caused by the tip of the paddle, putting an equal number
on each of the girl's buttocks and thighs."
The girl's punishment continued, this time with the strokes
being delivered from her right side, the tip of the paddle biting
painfully into the soft flesh of her left buttock and thigh. Screaming and
wailing pitifully, the girl was forced to endure the second
100 strokes, her bare buttocks and thighs turning darker and
darker with each smack until, by the end of her punishment, her
entire behind was glowing a deep, angry red with purple welts
showing all up and down the outer edges of her hips and thighs.
Reduced to convulsive sobbing, the girl's ankles were then
released, her pants were pulled up and she was escorted out of
the room by the two guards.
The second of the Swedish girls was then led into the room
and, in short order, she was secured over the table, her pants
festooned around her ankles. Padded and strapped in place, the
guards then set about blistering her rather generously proportioned bare
buttocks and thighs in the same manner as they had
done with the first girl. Howling and screaming, the girl's behind
quickly changed color from its original pristine creamy white to an
angry, painful appearing red and her tears flowed freely. But she
was shown no more mercy than her companion and, as her
punishment came to an end, she too was hoarsely sobbing and
gagging, begging to be spared any further punishment.
The third girl's punishment was much like the others with
the minor exception that, as the 146th stroke landed, she lost
control of her bladder and, unaware that she was doing so,
urinated all up and down her legs. This very unladylike occurrence did not
seem to phase the guard who was wielding the
paddle and he simply waited until she had finished and then
continued applying the paddle as if nothing had happened.
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