Justice
for Joel
Miles
Rutter looked hard at the picture he had just been handed. The youth
at the centre of the image was hardly recognisable as the gangly
youngster he had last seen six years before. Over those years, Joel
had grown into a strikingly handsome young man, who would not look
out of place in an Amercrombie & Fitch Commercial. However, his
pose was hardly one which he would have expected to see mainstream
model adopt,let alone a grown man.
Standing
on a balcony, with a sea view behind him, Joel was looking over his
shoulder with a broad and mischievous grin on his handsome face. What
made the picture striking however was that Joel had lowered his
shorts, exposing his nicely shaped, bare, white bottom, and appeared
in the act of mooning at the camera. Behind him on the balcony, a
smartly dressed couple were observing the young man’s behaviour with
obvious disdain.
“Where
was this taken” asked Miles, his eyes still fixed on the photo, and
in particular Joel’s well proportioned and fully exposed bare rump.
“On
vacation in Sausalido, last Summer, he gatecrashed a reception for a
visiting Congressman and his wife” replied Tom Barrett, turning his
sad eyes away from his old friend and across the city park, where the
two men were sitting “He got drunk, he totally disgraced himself ..
and the family, and groped the Congressman’s daughter!”
“And
this resulted in his first conviction?” asked Miles, still looking
at the photo.
“The
Congressman’s staff called the police” replied Tom “Joel was
charged with indecency and sexual assault, only misdemeanors, but
that was just the start!”
“So
that was followed by the D.U.I. Incident and now the theft
conviction?” murdered Miles
“Yes!,
plus the assault on the store guard who caught him” Tom put his
face in his hands “As you know he is in court tomorrow for
sentencing, and I am certain he will be sent to prison! And in this
state it will be a long term” he looked down despondently at his
wheelchair “What can I do? He is out of control, and since I broke
my back I am unable to discipline him!”
“And
discipline is just what he needed!” replied Miles “If only you
had told me earlier, I could have come down from the farm and stepped
in.”
“I
know!” wailed the clearly distraught Tom “I wish I had, but I was
ashamed to admit failing as a father …. anyway, it is too late
now!”
Miles
put down the photo, leaned across and placed his hand on the other
man’s knee “Maybe not Tom!” he said “Maybe not!”
Tom
quickly turned to face Miles “What do you mean?”
“Trust
me Buddy!” Miles smiled mysteriously, “If you give me full
authority to deal with this as I think best, I might just be able to
keep Joel out of prison!”
“Anything
you say!” replied Tom “Please do whatever you can to save the
boy’s ass!”
Miles
Barratt glanced back down at the picture of Joel mooning the camera
“I might just keep him out of prison” he though “But that
little bare butt will definitely not be saved from what it deserves!”
Joel
was more scared than he had ever felt in all his 18 years. The three
nights he had spent in the police holding cells, following his
conviction on Friday had kicked his usual, cocky and care free manner
squarely in the butt. The arrogant young man who had sauntered into
court three days before had been replaced by a frightened child.
While
in the cells, just bars away from hardened criminals and gangsters,
Joel had seen and heard what he would face in actual prison, it was
then that the reality of his situation had dawned on him, and it was
terrifying.
As
the guard led him into the courtroom, Joel noticed a familiar figure
sitting next to his solicitor at the lawyers’ table “Miles Rutter?”
he thought “What’s he doing here?”
All
thought of Miles Rutter was then forgotten, as the man who would
decide Joel’s fate, Judge Able Flinthard, entered the court.
“Stand
you little jerk!” hissed the guard grabbing hold of Jole’s shirt
collar and pulling him to his feet. It had been years since Joel had
been handled roughly by an older man, and he did not like it.
Immediately his face adopted a sulky and brat like expression which,
although he did not realise it, was guaranteed to irritate the judge.
Judge
Flinthard took his seat, and glanced around the court, before his
eyes focused on the defendant like a piercing laser. “Does the
defence have anything to say in mitigation before I pass sentence on
this young felon?” he snapped.
To
Joel’s surprise his Dad’s friend, Miles Rutter, stood up, “Yes,
your honour!” said Miles “I have been authorised by the
defendant’s family and legal representatives to speak in mitigation.”
The
judge looked back at Joel “Are you in agreement with this?”
“uh….
uh … er .. yes ….I.. guess!” replied Joel, in some confusion.
“agreed”
snapped the judge, “go ahead”
“I
wish to call the defendant back to the stand” said Miles,
The
judge agreed and after a rough shove in the back from the guard, Joel
reluctantly made his way to the stand. His mind was racing, unsure
what was going on and what on Earth Miles was doing there, and
speaking, instead of his lawyer, who was watching proceedings with a
barely disguised grin on his face.
Miles
Rutter looked Joel straight in the face “I have known you and your
family for many years have I not Joel?”
“…uh
huh!” agreed Joel
“Up
until two years ago, you were an exemplarity student at school, were
you not?” continued Miles holding up examples of Joel’s old report
cards “As these report cards show, you regularly received “A”
grades and commendations for good behavior. You were also a star of
the swimming team, and I have a number of testimonials ..” he held
up some sheets of paper “ …confirming that you were generally
considered to have a bright future and to be an asset to the school
and the community!” Without waiting for Joel to reply Miles turned
to the judge “Your honour, I would like these report cards and
testimonials to be considered as part of our mitigation.”
The
judge nodded, an irritated frown crossing his face, he had heard all
this before, it did not matter if the defendant had once been an
Honours student, what mattered was that was now a violent, thieving
young thug, who, he had already decided, would be spending the next
few years of his young life in a particularly unpleasant correctional
facility.
“All
that changed though, didn’t it Joel?” continued Miles as Joel
stared at him blankly “All that changed after your Dad’s accident!
….Right? …. After your Dad had his accident you started to
misbehave, you stopped getting good grades and you were finally
expelled from school. That is correct isn’t it Joel?”
His
question elicited nothing more than a grudging shrug from the
increasingly surly youth, so Miles continued. “After your Dad
broke his back, there were many things he was no longer able to do!”
he paused, knowing how much of a risk his next words would carry.
“One of the things your Dad could no longer do had a serious impact
on your development Joel ….. Do you know hat that was?”
Joel
shrugged again, “Dunno!” he said “What you on about?”
“What
your Dad could no longer do for you Joel” said Miles “Is he could
no longer take down your pants and spank your little bare bottom when
you got out of line!”
A
gasp of shock ran round the court and Joel’s mouth fell open as he
stared at Miles stuggling to take in what had just been said.
Meanwhile, Judge Flinthard’s eyebrow shot up in the air, never in his
twenty years on the bench had he heard such a statement made in
mitigation “This is a most unusual line of q ….” he spluttered
“Please
bear with me your honour.” interrupted Miles, “This has
considerable bearing on this young man’s current situation”
The
judge nodded, his interest now perked as to what would come next.
Miles
continued to address Joel “Before his accident, your Dad used to
spank your bare bottom often, didn’t he Joel?”
A
look of incredulous fury fell across Joel’s face “”Fuck off man!”
he snarled
“I
will warn you just once young man!” snapped the judge “If you use
language like that in my court again you will be punished. Now
answer the question, …. did your father spank your bare bottom
often before his accident?”
Joel
felt a warm flush rise across his face at the sheer embarrassment of
being asked such a question. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair
before answering ”I … um .. guess so …um .. he was always fu ….
er … I mean ..um … yes he did …. a lot!!” he scowled and
looked down at his feet, as the total humiliation of having to answer
such an embarrassing question in such a public situation.
“‘A
lot’” repeated Miles “Your Dad spanked you a lot, because you
needed regular hard spankings to keep you from misbehaving! What
better evidence is there than the fact that, as soon as your Dad was
no longer able to perform his fatherly duty you stopped behaving,
went out of control and ended up where you are now!” He looked
intently at the now seriously mortified Joel. “Don’t you agree?”
“…um
…. uh ….er ….’spose!” muttered Joel. “What’s that got to do
with anything?”
“If
your Dad could still spank you like he used to, do you think you
would have done the things you have done, which got you into
trouble?”
“…dunno!”
Joel’s face now wore a fixed scowl “What’s it matter?”
“I
think you do know Joel!” smiled Miles “I think you would have
behaved yourself so as to avoid another sore bottom!”
He
turned back to the judge “As you see, your honour, when this young
man had regular discipline, in the form of bare bottom spankings, he
was an ideal, law abiding citizen, with good prospects. However,
when, as the result of his father’s tragic accident, that discipline
ceased to be applied, chaos ensued. There are some boys, your honour,
who require regular chastisement, young Joel is one of those boys.
Boys like Joel Bennett only behave themselves whilst their bottom
still stings from their last spanking. Let the sting fade for long
enough and they run riot!”
“I
certainly take your point Mr. Rutter” replied the judge “but how
is this relevant to the matter before us?”
“What
I am saying your honour” replied Miles, aware that a courtroom full
of people were hanging on his every word “is that young Joel is in
the position he is because of the lack of spanking. If you were to
release him into my custody, I will ensure that he receives all the
bare bottom spankings he has been missing, and a lot more, as and
when it is requited.”
“Hey!!
.. Hold on!!” cried Joel in horror
“Be
quite boy!” snapped the judge “please continue Mr, Rutter”
“Clearly
the aim of any judgement would be to combine the need for punishment,
with rehabilitation so that the convict can become an upstanding
member of the community.” continued Miles “With all due respect,
our prisons do not have a great track record in terms of
rehabilitation, however, as I have demonstrated, in the defendant’s
case, regular, hard, bare bottom spankings have a proven track record
of producing a well behaved member of society”.
“judge
… uh Sir .. you can’t take this shi … uh .. stuff seriously …!!”
wailed, an increasingly alarmed, Joel.
“In
have warned you boy!” boomed Judge Flinthard, “I’ll have you know
I am taking this argument seriously, and you had better be quiet
before I change my mind and send you straight to prison”
Still
terrified by the prospect of prison, Joel fell into a glowering
silence, despite the horror of what was being proposed.
The
judge frowned, clearly in deep thought “I am always open to
progressive sentencing suggestions, and there is a lot of merit to
what you say” he paused “However, how can the court be sure that
you are capable of undertaking the … ahem …task in hand?”
Miles
glanced briefly at Joel’s court appointed lawyer, who gave an almost
imperceptible wink, as his face broke into an undisguised grin. The
two men had discussed the possibility that the judge would ask this
question and, also, how best Miles should respond to it. Miles
suspected that the lawyer was looking forward to what was about to
happen a lot more that he admitted.
Then
again, so was he.
Miles then opened a briefcase on his desk and took out a shall leather paddle. He then
stepped away from the lawyer’s table and moved towards the witness
stand from where a sulky and embarrassed Joel was watching him with
barely concealed loathing. “If the court requires proof of my
ability” he answered “I would be more than happy to provide a
demonstration!”
Another
gasp ran round the court, as Miles’s reply hovered in the still air.
It took a short while before it’s meaning registered with Joel, but
when they did he recoiled in raising panic “FUCK NO!” he yelled
“NO WAY!”
If
anything was guaranteed to encourage the judge to agree to Miles’s
suggestion, Joel’s reaction was that thing. “I think that is the
least the law would expect!” barked the judge, suddenly concious of
the heat in the room, he took out a handkerchief and mopped some
beads of sweat from his brow “Is this room conducive to a
demonstration, its a bit warm!”
“I
can spank anywhere Sir” smiled Miles “Joel, will you come here
please!”
“Fuck
you faggot!” snapped Joel
“Officer
please assist Mr Rutter with his demonstration!” ordered the
judge.
The
court bailiff did not require asking twice, Joel had seriously pissed
him off during the original case, and he was looking forward to
seeing the brat get his comeuppance. He quickly strode across the
room, grabbed the violently protesting defendant by the arm and
pulled him from his chair, before leading him, with well practised
firmness, to where Miles was waiting.
“Please
hold him still officer” said Miles, before with two quick movements
he undid Joel’s belt and unzipped the front of Joel’s smart black
pants, which, being borrowed and two sizes too big, immediately fell
down to nestle embarrassingly around the shocked and humiliated
youth’s ankles.
“Thank
you Bailiff, I will take over from here!” said Miles, taking hold
of Joel and pulling the boy towards him.
Joel
was a strong and athletic nineteen year old man, usually able to
defend himself in a fight, but ten years of working on his ranch had
made the older man even stronger, and struggle as he might Joel could
not overcome the vice like grip. In desperation he lifted his fist
in an attempt to punch his would be disciplinarian, only to find his
wrist gripped and held firmly behind his back.
With
a swift and seemingly practised movement the handsome rancher bent
forward, took Joel around the waist and lifted him off his feet,
before tucking the stunned youth under his arm and holding him with
his long, tanned, athletic, legs and tight white, underpants covered,
bottom raised high in the air.
Miles
raised his hand above his head, and then brought his palm down with a
hard “SMACK!” across the centre of Joel’s uplifted bottom. This
first smack was followed by a second and third, each “SMACK!”
accompanied by a furious yell of protest from Joel.
Judge
Flinthard’s voice raised above the noise “Excuse me Mr, Rutter, but
as I recall, you specifically guaranteed that the defendant would
receive ‘bare bottom spankings‘ but his bottom is clearly not
bare!”
“Indeed
you are right, your honour, I shall rectify that immediately”
replied Miles with a grin.
“NAAAH…
NOO!” Joel roared “Don’t you FUCKING DA….!!” before the words
had left his lips, he felt Miles’s firm hand grasp the waist band of
his underpants and with one purposeful yank, pulled away the last
vestige of his rapidly shrinking dignity exposing his bare, eighteen
year old, bottom to a courtroom full of observers.
“Rest
assured, your honour all spankings will be on the bare bottom in
future!” promised Joel’s new full guardian as he raised the leather paddle
high in the air in preparation for the next spanking slap.
“As
they should be!” replied Judge Flinthard approvingly “As they
should be”
Almost immediately, the paddle landed hard across the tender bare skin at the lower part
of Joel’s exposed behind, the whippy leather connecting sharply with the
centre of both cheeks at the same time. The resounding “SMACK!”
being followed, almost instantly, by an outraged yelp of pain from
Joel.
The
next couple of dozen smacks fell almost rhythmically, first on the
left cheek, then the right followed by a hard “WHACK!” across the
centre of the cheeks.
Ever the showman, and aware that he was being
observed by a court full of people, Miles laid down the paddle and began spanking Joel with his broad and work hardened palm, swinging his spanking
arm in large loops as he smacked, as if conducting an orchestra
through a particularly lively section of music.
As
a rancher, with eight young ranch hands under his control, Miles was
an experienced spanker and his skill at the art was clearly evident
as the demonstration progressed.
Joel
was also keenly aware that the scene was being observed by a crowd of
people and the sting to his pride burned almost as powerfully as the
escalating sting in his bottom. Nothing in his 18 years of life had
prepared him for the embarrassment and humiliation of this moment.
He guessed there were around thirty people in the court that day, and
they were all watching. He remembered that two of his buddies, and
his new girlfriend were in court to support him, they were watching
right now, and he knew they would tell everyone what they had seen.
The hot pink glow of embarrassment rose in his face.
Nothing
in his life also compared to the spanking he was receiving from Mr.
Rutter. Miles was considerably stronger, fitter and more experienced
than Jole’s Dad had been, even before his accident. The many
spankings Joel had received in the past may have stung, but they were
minor by comparison to the relentless stinging bombardment his
sensitive behind was now enduring.
Miles
Rutter sure knew how to spank a guy!
Frantically
seeking an end to his torment, Joel tried struggling to free himself,
by the rancher’s grip just grew tighter, and the young miscreant’s
efforts only caused him to tip further forward raising his bare
bottom higher in the air. To his added mortification, Joel realised
that raising his bottom higher had caused his cheeks to part,
exposing the tiny tight pink button on his virgin anus to anyone who
cared to look, and he knew they were all looking.
His
most intimate crevice, unseen by anyone since his mother last changed
his diaper as a baby, was now showcased to the world, could anything
be more humiliating?
As
Joel would soon discover, life could get more humiliation, and it
soon would do.
SMACK!
..SMACK! SMACK! The hard and calloused farmer’s palm continued to
smack the unfortunate Joel’s naked backside, which had quickly turned
from ivory white to a rapidly reddening pink, as each impact left
it’s mark on the now very sore bubble butt.
Word
of the spanking demo had quickly spread round the court house, with
the result that court staff and members of the public who had been
attending other courts had all hurried to see the show and crowded
into the small courtroom, many using their cell phones to photograph
and film the scene for posterity, and social media distribution.
At
any other time, Judge Flinthard would not have permitted photography
in his court, but he was now to preoccupied with the activity in the
centre of the court. Rumours of his honour’s private interests were
proving to be well founded, and Joel’s lawyer, who was now sitting at
the table with the broadest possible grin on his face, had not been
wrong in guessing that the old man might respond favourably to Mr.
Rutter’s proposition.
“Bailiff
get the gentleman a chair!” ordered the judge.
“I
am fine standing sir!” replied Miles, looking back at the judge
while still spanking Joel with well practised aim.
“No
… no! Mr, Rutter” insisted the judge, “You must look after
your back … it will have a lot of work to do!”
The
bailiff quickly picked up the spare chair from the lawyer’s bench,
and carried it to the centre of the court room where Miles sat down
and pulled Joel over his knees in the traditional spanking position.
Then,
to Joel’s even greater humiliation. Miles picked up the paddle again and proceeded to spank him
exactly as he would a naughty little boy, except that he was being
spanked on his bare adult bottom, and in front of a courtroom full of
fascinated observers.
Joel
attempted to struggle and kick, in an effort to free himself, but the
older man was just too strong for him, and there was clearly going to
be no escape from his, mortifying and embarrassing punishment.
With
horror, Joel realised that tears were running down his cheeks, and
that he was actually crying like some little kid, in front a crowd of
increasingly amused spectators, surely nothing could be worse than
this!
Poor
Joel would soon discover that actually things could get worse and
they were about to do so.
Meanwhile,
however, this stage of Joel’s ordeal finally came to an end, when,
resisting the strong temptation to view more, the judge called for
the demonstration to end. “Thank you Mr. Rutter, we have seen
enough to reassure the court that you are more than capable of
undertaking the task you have suggested”
Miles
immediately stropped what he was doing and pushed the still
blubbering Joel off his lap, causing the boy to land heavily on his
well spanked behind, adding further discomfort and humiliation to his
already mortifying situation.
“I
am now ready to make my decision” said the Judge “The prisoner
should stand!”
Acting
in unison, Miles and the bailiff both grabbed hold of Joel, by an arm
each, and hoisted him to his feet, so that he stood between then,
facing the bench.
The
judge looked at Joel through piercing ice gray eyes his expression
clearly revealing his contempt for the young man “Joel Aaron
Bennett, you have been convicted of committing a violent felony
assault, during the course of perpetrating a robbery. These offences
were committed while you were still serving a, in my opinion,
particularly lenient sentence of probation as a result of a previous
conviction for driving a motor vehicle while under the influence of
both alcohol …” he paused for effect “and other illegal
substances!”
Joel
shifted uncomfortably from one white socked foot to the other,
wishing he had had time to put his pants back on, and still far more
impacted by the sting in his throbbing bottom than in the gravity of
the judges words. The judges next statement, however, certainly got
his attention.
“Even
without consideration of a number of previous convictions” boomed
the judge “Such behaviour warrants a lengthy period of
incarceration of no less than three to five years!”
A
chill of fear ran down Joel’s back a beads of cold sweat formed on
his brow, as he recalled the leering threats from other prisoners
while in the holding cells. He knew what fate awaited a cute white
boy in prison
The
judge allowed himself the satisfaction of watching the look of terror
flood across Joel’s handsome face before continuing “However, it is
your good luck, albeit you may not consider it as such, that you
committed a crime in one of the few remaining counties, in one of the
few remaining states, which still allow corporal punishment as part
of the judicial process and I have decided that you are uniquely
suited to such a punishment.”
Joel
stared blankly at the judge, not fully understanding what was being
said, but sure that whatever it was he would not like it.
“I
have listened to the wise words spoken in mitigation by the excellent
Mr. Rutter” continued the judge “and I am minded to agree to his
suggestion …… with certain conditions. You will be placed under
Mr. Rutters care, and will reside on his ranch in Culvers Gulch for a
minimum period of three years. Mr. Rutter will effectively act as
your guardian and parole officer …. on the following
conditions…..”
Joel
understood that part of what the judge had said, and was now certain
he would not like the rest.
“In
the event that you misbehave in any way, show any impertinence, or
indeed do anything which irritates Mr. Rutter, he, or anyone he
delegates the duty to will take down whatever pants you are wearing
and spank you!”
Judge
Flinthard was delighted by the priceless look of stunned horror and
embarrassment, on Joel’s young face as he continued. “All spankings
will be on your bare bottom and will be applied as hard and as often
as you deserve them ….. which I have no doubt will be very hard,
and very often!”
Joel’s
mouth began to open and close, not unlike an extraordinarily good
looking fish, struggling for a suitably rude response to shout at the
judge, but no words came.
“Although
I have full confidence in Mr. Rutter’s dedication and efficiency, the
court will periodically inspect the progress of your punishment. The
County Sheriff’s office will undertake regular inspection visits, and
….. I, myself will make occasional unannounced visits to ensure the
sentence is being executed correctly …….. and I shall expect to
see evidence! …. “ The judge leaned forward, lifted his hand and
wagged his finger. “The court has treated you very leniently young
man. However, be under no illusion, any breach of probation,
including attempts to abscond from Mr. Rutter’s custody, will result
in immediate incarceration in a state correctional facility for a
minimum of five years!” he lifted a glass of water, and took a sip
“Do you understand?”
Wide
eyed and stiff with shock, Joel’s mouth continued to open and shut
silently.
“He
understands, your honour!” interjected Miles, “I will make sure
of that!”
“Good!
… I should hope so!” replied the Judge, standing up abruptly as
the Bailiff called upon the court to rise. “Well” he said “That
is a very suitable outcome.” the old man left the court, with a
satisfied smile on his face.
Miles
turned to Joel’s lawyer “It worked!” he said “I thought the
judge might require more persuading!”
The
lawyer smiled mysteriously “It can pay to find out a Judge’s
private interests” he said “You had better be prepared for the
old man to come calling! ….. to check on Joel’s ….progress!”
“Not
a problem” replied Miles “What now?”
“You
are both free to go” answered the Lawyer “I will arrange the
paperwork, but you had better get Joel out of here. The press will
hear of this judgement soon, and you should be gone before the
reporters arrive!”
Miles
turned to Joel “Come with me Joel” he said “We need to make a
start if we are to reach the ranch before nightfall”
“Fuck
off!” snarled Joel “I am not going anywhere with you!”
“Oh
yes you are Kid!” smiled Miles ”You don’t have a choice!”
Before
Joel knew what was happening Miles had taken hold of him, lifted him
off the ground, and thrown him over his shoulder in the traditional
‘fireman’s lift’ “What the fuck are you doing?!!” he yelled
“Taking
you to your new home kid!” replied Miles, delivering a resounding
slap to the top of Joel’s bare thigh.
That
slap, as well as stinging like mad, reminded Joel that he was still
naked from the waist down, and that, once again, his elevated bottom
was on full public display. “My pants!” he cried “where are my
pants?!!
”You
won’t need those!” laughed Miles “I am minded to keep you bare
butt on the ranch …. it will save time!” With that, he turned
sharply and began to make his way towards the door, still carrying
his new, bare bottomed, ward over his broad shoulder.
As
he did so, the courtroom full of spectators, who had just witnessed
Joel’s humiliating chastisement, Joel’s two buddies and new
girlfriend among them, broke into spontanious applause and laughter,
many again taking taking photographs, which would live forever on the
internet, and come back to embarrass Joel for years to come.
Out
in the foyer, People who had been unaware of the spectacle playing
out in court 4 spun round in amazement as as the tall man, carrying
the half naked youth over his shoulder strode past them, Joel’s
glowing, and still bright pink bottom bouncing up and down in rhythm
with Mile’s confident and somewhat jaunty pace.
Sown
the court steps and into the street they went, past crowds of people,
gasping, catcalling and laughing at such a bizarre but somehow
hilarious site, the redness of Joel’s bottom, clear evidence to all
that he had recently been spanked, adding to the amusement.
As
Joel peered over his shoulder at the laughing throng, his face
flowing no less pink than his bottom, he wished that the street
beneath Mile’s feet would open up and swallow them. However, there
was no escape from his thoroughly deserved punishment, which he
suspected had only just begun.
TO BE CONTINUED …..
