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Feminine Justice in Singapore, Part IV
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FEMININE JUSTICE IN SINGAPORE - Part 4 of 4
Since her 'accident' had soaked her pants completely, at
the termination of her punishment they were removed and a dry
pair was pulled up over her blistered behind before she was
escorted back to her cell. It was nearing 7:00 PM when this girl's
punishment was finished and, knowing that his daughters' would
be next, Carl's anxiety level increased dramatically, a condition
that the Warden noted as he said, "Mr. Bartholamew, are you
certain that you wish to stay while your daughters' receive their
punishment? Perhaps it would be better if you waited outside."
Shaking his head, Carl said, "No. No, I'd rather stay, if it's
alright. I'll be alright and I guess I owe it to them to be here for
moral support."
Accepting this, the Warden nodded at the officer and a
moment later the door opened and Clarise was brought into the
room, escorted on each side by the two burly guards. Seeing her
father standing on the far side of the room, she started to cry as
she wailed, "Daddy, don't let them do this to me, pleeeeease!"
Shaking his head sadly, Carl mouthed the words, I'm sorry.
Seeing this, the Warden nodded at the officer who strode over
and stood in front of Clarise as he read her sentence. "Clarise
Bartholamew. You have been found guilty of accessory to
robbery and have been sentenced to 100 strokes of the paddle.
Are you ready to accept punishment?"
Sobbing and continuing to look pleadingly at her father,
Clarise finally nodded her head and whispered, "Y-Yes, I a-am."
Escorted to the small table, Clarise's ankles were swiftly
strapped to the bar and she was just looking over her shoulder at
her father when she felt the officer reached around her waist and
unfasten the drawstring of her pants. Realizing what he was
about to do, she wailed in disbelief, begging to be spared this
horrible humiliation. Disregarding her pleas, the officer quickly
pulled her pants down around her ankles and then pushed her
forward over the table. With one guard holding her wrists, Clarise
bawled like a baby, knowing that she was now naked from her
waist to her ankles and that everyone in the room was staring at
her big bare behind.
The padded strap was now placed over the small of her
back and secured in place. Nodding to the guard, the officer
indicated that he should proceed with Clarise's punishment.
Drawing back the paddle, the guard brought it whipping down onto
the center fullness of the sobbing girl's bare buttocks. The paddle
hit the soft, yielding buttocks with a loud, meaty sound and
Clarise, caught by surprise, shrieked in anguish and lurched
forward as much as her bent over position allowed.
!!!### SWAAP ###!!!
"YYooooooowwww!!! EEEeeeeeeeeiiiiikkkkk! Oh, My
God!! No more, pleeeeease!! It huuuuuuurrtts!!"
Drawing the paddle back a second time, the guard brought
it smacking down, this time against the fullest parts of Clarise's
thighs.
!!!*** SPLAAT ***!!!
"OOooooouuuuucccchhhh!! EEeeeeeeeyyyykkkk!! Oh,
pleeeease, it hurts too m-m-m-much!! Oooooohhhhh!!!"
Disregarding Clarise's wailing and shrieking, the guard
continued to smack her bare buttocks and thighs with the heavy
paddle, rapidly changing the creamy white skin of her hindquarters to a
mottled red mass of welts.
SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! WHAP! SMACK!
SPLAT! CRACK! SMACK! SWAP! SMACK! SPLAT!
CRACK! SPLAT! CRACK! SMACK! SPLAT! WHAP!
Each time the paddle hit Clarise's wobbling, quivering
buttocks or thighs, Carl winced, almost feeling the pain himself.
Her anguished shrieks echoed about the room and it was all he
could do to stand silently and watch as his oldest daughter paid
her debt to society. Regardless of whether or not she deserved
this sort of punishment, she was still his daughter and he hated for
her to have to suffer so terribly for her misdeeds. But remembering his
promise to the Warden, he kept his mouth tightly shut and
said nothing throughout Clarise's entire paddling.
Purplish spots were evident all along the outer edges of her
right buttock and thigh where the tip of the paddle had bitten
viciously into the buttery soft flesh. By the time the stroke count
had reached 50, Clarise was almost incoherent, screaming and
shrieking with each new smack of the paddle, tears gushing down
her cheeks and splattering onto the floor and her makeup
streaked all down her face.
When the guards changed position, Clarise was treated to
the agony of having the paddle now biting painfully into the flesh
of her left buttock and thigh and, with her head thrown back as far
as possible, she screamed for mercy and begged that her
punishment be ended. But neither of the guards were swayed by
her pleas and tears and, continuing to stroke at a steady rate, she
was given all 100 strokes of her sentence, a punishment that left
her buttocks and thighs glowing a deep reddish violet with welts
forming in many places.
When her feet were finally released and her pants pulled
up, all she could do was continued to sob hysterically, her white
hands clutching and rubbing her freshly paddled behind as she
hopped up and down trying to relieve the pain that surged and
blazed in her behind. Since this was to be Clarise's only paddling,
she was allowed to rub her bottom for a full five minutes before
being helped to the door and out to the room where she had left
her street clothes.
A few moments after Clarise had been escorted from the
room, Janice was brought in and was soon standing in front of the
table her older sister had so recently vacated. With her ankles
strapped in place, her pants were quickly pulled down and she
was bent ignominiously over the table, her wrists firmly held by the
guard at the head of the table. All too soon the paddle began to
smack and crack against her trembling, bare buttocks and thighs
and soon her screams and shrieks of anguish were filling the
room. As with Clarise, Carl felt a shiver pass through his body as
each lick of the paddle hit his younger daughter's bared buttocks
and her howls of pain echoed about the room. But he had to
admit that, humiliating and painful as this paddling might be, it was
far better than having the girls spend the next two years in this
Singapore prison.
It took the two guards almost 20 minutes to administer the
entire 100 strokes but, when the last one had fallen, they helped
Janice to her feet and, after pulling up her pants, they allowed her
to hop around rubbing her well paddled behind for several
minutes before escorting her out to change back into her street
clothes.
Two very red faced and tear stained girls accompanied
their father out of the prison; their girdles and nylons were carried
in their hands as their behinds had been just too sore to even
consider pulling on a tight girdle. Seating themselves gingerly in
the backseat of the car which had brought their father to the
prison, they sat silently on the drive back to town, wincing at each
slight bump. Walking with a rather stiff legged gait, they hurried
to their hotel room and eased into cool bathes, hoping to ease the
raging fire in their behinds but knowing that there was really very
little they would be able to do to stop the pain.
At dinner that evening, their father told them that they were
booked for a 6:00 AM flight back to the United States the day after
tomorrow and that he wanted them packed and ready to go by no
later than 4:00 AM that day. The girls nodded and promised to be
ready, bemoaning the fact that their bottoms were still going to be
very sore and uncomfortable during the long flight home.
The flight home was indeed long and arduous and even
though the girls had worn loose fitting slacks, they still experienced a
great deal of discomfort sitting down for any length of
time. As a consequence, they spent a good deal of the flight
standing in the aisle of the plane talking to each other and trying
to make it appear that this was their normal method of travel. By
the time the plane landed in Hawaii for refueling, they were so
tired that, despite the ache in their swollen behinds, they fell
asleep in their seats. Awakening almost half way through the
flight, they quickly resumed standing and continued to talk quietly
until they were forced to return to their seats for the landing in Los
Angeles.
If the girls harbored any thoughts that their mother would
be sympathetic to their predicament, those thoughts were quickly
dashed when she told them that she was personally going to
purchase the hairbrush that would be used to blister their behinds
each month for the next two years. Standing with her hands on
her hips, she glared at them as she said, "And I hope you realize
that one spanking a month is just the minimum number you're
going to get! Your father and I have decided that we were very
premature in discontinuing the use of corporal punishment with
you two and from now on, at least for the next two years, any and
all misbehavior on your part is going to earn you a quick trip over
our laps with your skirts up and your pants down around your
ankles! Do I make myself perfectly clear? Well, I certainly hope
so!"
The knowledge that they were once again going to be
subject to getting bare bottom spankings seemed to work wonders
with the girls' behavior and they were like a pair of angels for the
rest of the month. However, as the date of their next court
mandated spankings came nearer and nearer, the girls couldn't
help becoming anxious and they began to beg their father to
relent on his promise to the judge. But nothing they said made the
slightest bit of difference and on Friday evening after dinner, Carl
informed them that they would be spanked the following morning.
Needless to say, neither girl slept well that evening and they were
up and dressed early the next morning, sitting in the kitchen
anxiously waiting for their father.
At a few minutes before 9:00 AM the doorbell rang and
Janice was sent to answer it. A young woman, dressed in a smart
business suit and high heels, introduced herself as Susy Yung
and explained that she had an appointment with Mr. Bartholamew.
Escorted into the kitchen, she was introduced to Clarise and Mrs.
Bartholamew and then, smiling at the girls, she said, "It is my
understanding that the two of you are to be punished this morning.
By spanking, if I'm not mistaken. Well, I'm here at the request of
the Singapore government to monitor your punishment in order to
assure that your father is carrying out his part of the judge's
agreement."
Carl walked into the room as she was saying this and,
introducing himself, he looked over at the girls and said, "This was
part of the agreement, kids. I have to call the Singapore legation
a day prior to your spankings and, at their discretion, they may
send over an envoy to observe you being punished. Sorry, but it
was the only way I could get them to agree to let you go."
Both girls blushed and averted their eyes; they knew that
the young woman was going to be allowed to watch them as they
kicked and squalled their way through the painful, humiliating
spankings that their father was about to administer and they knew
that there was nothing they were going to be able to do or say that
would change that fact. They hadn't noticed their mother leaving
the room but a moment later she walked back into the kitchen and
handed her husband a box wrapped in brown paper, saying that
he should read the inscription on the head of the brush. Opening
it, he took out a large, wooden hairbrush and, holding it in his
hand, he turned it over; the words Singapore Spanker were
painted on the back of the brush and both girls shivered as he
showed it to them.
Standing up, he pointed toward the doorway and said,
"Alright, girls. Let's go out to the living room and get this over
with. Come on, get up and get out there!" Motioning to Miss
Yung, he said, "Miss Yung, if you will come with me, I'll show you
to the living room."
Both Clarise and Janice were beginning to whimper as they
hurried into the living room and, when their father walked in and
showed Miss Yung to an easy chair, the tears started trickling
down their cheeks. Wasting no time, Carl pulled out a straight
backed chair and placed it so that it faced the chair where Miss
Yung was seated. Sitting down, he looked up at the girls and
said, "Janice, why don't you come over here and stand in front of
me."
Breaking into tears, Janice stumbled over and stood
trembling in front of her father, knowing that she was about to
suffer the humiliation of having her pants pulled down and her
bare bottom soundly spanked right in front of that young woman.
And she was absolutely correct! Unbuttoning her jeans, Carl
pulled down the zipper and then, slipping his fingers into the
waistband of both jeans and panties, he pulled them right down to
her ankles. Wailing in mortification, Janice tried to cover the
stubble of hair at her crotch but her father quickly pulled her
between his legs and bent her well over his left thigh with her bare
bottom right up in the air. Clamping his right leg over the backs
of her legs, her pulled her right arm around behind her and then
taking the hairbrush from his wife, he began to spank Janice's
wobbling, quivering buttocks and thighs. Hard spank after hard
spank landed on Janice's spank spot and soon she was howling
and blubbering like a little child, all hope of retaining even a shred
of dignity gone.
Sitting with her nylon encased legs crossed, Miss Yung
watched in fascination as the kicking, shrieking girl was reduced
to the antics of a six year old, begging for mercy and promising to
be the best little girl anyone had ever seen. But regardless of how
much she begged and promised, her father continued to spank
her beet red buttocks and thighs until she was hoarsely gagging
and sobbing, unable even to beg anymore. Only then did he allow
her to get up and go hopping around the room, her lily white
hands clutching her blistering red buttocks and trying in vain to
rub away the awful burning, searing pain that was surging through
them. Her modesty totally forgotten, she put on quite a show as
she stamped her feet and hopped up and down, fire engine red
behind and brunette in front.
Carl allowed Janice three minutes of these antics before
telling her to stop and pull up her pants. Sobbing pitifully, Janice
struggled to get her clothing back in place and then her mother
led her out of the room as Carl motioned to Clarise and said, "Now
it's your turn, young lady! Right over here in front of me, Clarise!"
As her jeans and panties dropped around her ankles,
Clarise's face turned an even brighter red and, when she was
finally in position over her father's knee, she wailed in mortification,
knowing that everyone in the room was now looking at her
hairless privates. But all thoughts of what she was showing were
soon dispelled as the hairbrush began smacking and cracking
against her plump, creamy white buttocks and the backs of her
totally unprotected thighs. Unable to control her emotions as the
pain soared in her behind, she was soon screaming and shrieking
as loudly as her sister, begging for her father not to spank so hard
and promising to be a good girl for ever if he would only stop. But
her pleas fell on deaf ears as Carl continued to whale away at her
angry red bottom, covering every square inch with many, many
smacks and making sure that his oldest daughter would have a
good crop of blisters to remind her of the terrible mistake she had
made.
When she was finally pushed off her father's lap, Clarise
fell to the floor and just lay there howling, clutching her spanked
bottom and kicking her legs wantonly, trying to relieve the horrible
pain that engulfed her entire behind. With no pubic hair to cover
her privates, everyone in the room was treated to quite a show as
she rolled around and Carl finally had to tell her to stop doing that
and to stand up and pull up her pants.
Staggering to her feet, Clarise fumbled around helplessly
trying to find her panties and jeans which she had managed to
kick off during her spanking. Shaking her head in dismay, her
mother finally picked up her clothing and, taking her by the arm,
she led her out of the room still naked from the waist on down, her
blistered bottom bouncing and quivering delightfully as she
stumbled along beside her mother.
As she left the room, Miss Yung stood up and said, "Well,
I can certainly attest to the fact that you are carrying out your end
of the bargain, Mr. Bartholamew. I know I certainly wouldn't want
to be in their places, knowing that I was going to get a spanking
like that each and every month for the next two years!"
Two very red faced and red bottomed girls were laying face
down on their beds upstairs and thinking the very same thing.
And they were promising themselves that they would never again
be tempted to do anything illegal, knowing that their mother's
Singapore Spanker was waiting in their parent's room to teach
them a lesson they would never forget.
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