Here is the sequel to Leslie's first court strapping....

Chapter 1 - Leslie is summoned to court

The official looking envelope arrived that afternoon in her mailbox. Hands sweaty and shaking, Leslie read the text on the embossed stationery: "You are hereby SUMMONED to the County Courthouse before Judge Richard Dakin to explain your omitting reference to your prior criminal record in Concord County. You will report to the Court Clerk next Thursday and give your explanation in open court. The judge's ruling will determine your punishment. You are required to be on time and suitably attired. Hereof, fail not under penalty of the law."

Leslie reported as ordered, hoping for the best. She was really glad to see a male judge, thinking she could influence him toward leniency. She decided to dress to try to appeal to him: white see-through blouse unbuttoned to expose cleavage, demi-cup pushup bra, tight thigh-high red miniskirt with rear kick slit to within an inch of her bottom when standing, sheer-to-the waist pantyhose and four inch high heels with an ankle strap. And no panties. She dressed like the real brat she thought she was; too good to be spanked like she was at the hands of the bitch judge from last time.

Surely this guy will understand and we can get this worked out, she thought confidently. I should be in and out of there in no time and get on with my day.

When she appeared before the bench, the judge did NOT "understand." Her case was called, and she appeared pro se. She demurely explained her omission to him with a coy smile and a perfunctory apology, and the prosecutor responded that had the previous judge known of her prior conviction, the punishment would have been more severe. Leslie just smiled her thousand watt smile, hoping to convince the judge the whole thing was a simple, harmless mistake.

The judge finally banged his gavel and found her guilty of deliberately deceiving the court, and gave her a choice of 60 days incarceration in the county work camp, or corporal punishment. He recessed the court, giving her 15 minutes to decide. Leslie was stunned, and the smile quickly vanished. In contrast, the prosecutor had a smug grin on his face as he gathered up his files.

When the court session resumed, the judge called Leslie up to the bench and asked what her decision was.

"Oh God, I simply can't take jail, your honor," she said. "I really have no choice. I'll have to take corporal punishment, sir, if you really feel I must be punished. But I beg that you show me mercy, sir. I'm over 40 and all..."

"Very well. Let the record show that the defendant, Leslie, elects judicial corporal punishment," the judge cut her off abruptly. "The sheriffs will now escort you to the doctor's office for a preliminary examination prior to imposition of sentence. You will then be escorted to my chambers for execution of the sentence. I haven't decided on the exact sentence; however, your attitude and demeanor will influence me in my final decision," the judge stated clearly for the record. "Court is now adjourned," he pronounced as he banged his gavel, signaling the bailiff to call everyone to rise as the judge exited the bench.

Two male deputy sheriffs took her by the arms and led her to my office down a hall behind the courtroom. When she entered the room, she saw me there in a white lab coat going over a chart. She stopped short, remembering what I did with her the last time she was brought in here for her pre-punishment examination. The sheriff handed me her sentencing orders, then stepped back against the wall. She expected them to leave, but it clearly wasn't going to happen.

"Hel...hello, doctor," she manages to stammer out as her eyes drop to the floor in shame.

Without responding, I looked up at her with my steely blue eyes, then looked her up and down, observing the way she was dressed. I pointed to the sheriffs and ordered, "Strip her!"

"Please don't touch me ...I don't need your help...I'll take them, off just don't touch me...please," she cried out. She began backing away from them and flailing her arms to keep them at a distance. She was no match for the two of them. The sheriffs overpowered her and forcibly stripped her naked. They dragged her over to my examination table kicking and screaming. She was causing such a commotion that the young female clerk and a receptionist came running in to see what was the matter.

The clerk and receptionist quickly jumped in to help hold her down while the sheriffs strapped her down to the exam table. Her wrists were handcuffed and pulled back over her head while she was on her back and chained to the head of the table. This stretched her tits out and exposed her nipples for all to see. Her legs and feet were placed into the stirrups and secured with leather straps which were buckled tightly to hold her in place. Finally, two straps were tightened along her torso to hold her to the table. She continued to struggle and scream, so I balled up some gauze and shoved it into her mouth, taping it in with surgical tape.

The sheriffs and the two young ladies were breathing hard, and looked at each other with satisfied expressions of "a job well done." Finally, the clerk and receptionist glanced sideways at each other and burst into fits of giggled. They came around between her legs, bent over, and looked closely at her pussy and asshole all exposed.

"Wow, she's a whole lot more feisty today," one of them giggles. "The judge is going to have fun with this one. I can't wait!"

I told everyone the show was over...for now. The two girls left, still smiling sadistically. I told the sheriffs to remain in case she gave me any more problems. They resumed their position back against the wall, watching.

I pulled on my latex gloves.

Leslie watched me, eyes wide with apprehension as she thought, 'What a humiliating situation...spread as I am exposing my all to strange men who have had their hands all over me watching as latex gloves were pulled on for only one reason: to probe deeply into the openings I present. The gauze and tape silence my protest. I am merely a piece of meat to be inspected, body orifices to be probed and plundered with no regard for the pain or shame. God, I hope I'm clean...'

I spread apart her fleshy asscheeks and inspected her anus...her tight brown puckered hole. To help hold her down firmly, I attached nipple clamps to her tits, making the nipples very hard and erect. I laced some dental floss between them, then taped the floss to her mouth. Every time she squirmed or thrashed her head around, she would be pulling on her nipples...and inflicting her own pain.

I picked up the tube of KY jelly. Then, after a moment's reflection, put it back down. Since she's caused me so much trouble, I decided to penetrate her dry. I can't wait to see her reaction as I force my fingers into her pussy and asshole without the usual and expected lubrication.

I spread her pussy lips apart, smoothing the hair away from the slit. I twisted my dry finger around and into her urethral opening, eliciting a sharp but muffled cry from her gagged mouth. I took her clit between my fingers and squeeeezed....making her hips buck violently against her restraints. Finally, I inserted my two fingers into her pussy...dry. I had a hard time getting them in past her inner lips, but I succeeded after much pushing and twisting. Good thing she's not a virgin, I thought. On the other hand, maybe it would have been better if she was....

After withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, I spread the cheeks of her ass. I looked at her face and saw her eyes had gone wide with fear again.

She knew I was going to split her asshole with dry fingers, too. A single tear rolled down the side of her face.

I wiped off what little moisture remained on my glove from her pussy, then touched her asshole with the tip of my finger. She could feel the gradual pressure as I began pushing and twisting my finger to get it inside. Slowly, I managed to get it all the way up, despite her struggling and moaning. Although I wanted to, inserting a second finger into her dry hole would have been almost impossible. I decided to move on to other things.

At last, I pulled out my finger with much resistance from her dry asshole.

I removed the gloves and smiled at the sheriffs.

"No contraband," I say. "She's ready for the judge."

Throughout my dry probing of her two pelvic orifices, Leslie was torn between the discomfort of my probing and the involuntary torment she was inflicting on her own nipples at the same time. Her mind was consumed with the pain in her nipples as the clips crushed and pulled them. She tried to keep her head still but when I impaled her dry, it was just too much to endure. She twisted and bucked about involuntarily, inflicting incidental pain. It felt as if she were tearing her nipples off. She had never felt such pain as I savaged and plundered her poor sex. Then the terrible realization that I was going up her ass dry. Her sphincter felt as if it was being split...it felt as if my finger was going to come out her throat as I probed her, going where no other man has ever gone before this. 'Surely my ass is damaged beyond repair,' she silently sobbed to herself.

One of the sheriffs commented that I didn't examine her mouth for hidden contraband...that's a standard procedure. I was so caught up with her struggling and my intentional infliction of punishment that I almost forgot.

I told one of them to come over and hold her head still. I removed the tape and gauze from her mouth and inserted a bite block between her teeth so she couldn't bite my fingers. Then, with two of my fingers, I probed around her gum line and the insides of her cheeks. I took a strip of dry gauze dressing and grabbed her tongue, pulling it up and out, inspecting under it carefully. Lastly, I slipped my fingers all the way to the back of her throat and depressed her tongue...causing her to gag violently and try to thrash her head around as the sheriff held her still.

Finding nothing in her mouth, I ordered her released. With her breath coming in gasps, I made her promise not to scream or yell anymore, with threats of the gag being reapplied. Leslie gratefully agreed. 'No more of that damned gag!' she prayed silently.

I nodded to the two men, and they began to unfasten her from my table. I told them to slip a hospital gown on her, covering her front. But even when tied, it's open in the back, typical of an examination gown. They handcuffed her again, this time with her hands behind her back. I looked at the clock and saw that the judge was waiting. We have to hurry. No time to stay here and take her temperature...the last thing to be done before pronouncing her fit for the rest of her ordeal.

I told the sheriffs to step on her bare feet and hold them to the floor. She felt the soles of their boots pressing down hard on the insteps of her feet and over the tops of her toes. I had them grab her shoulders and bend her forward at the waist. When she did so, the gown fell to the sides and front, leaving her buttocks completely bare. I took a large rectal thermometer with a flared pear-shaped silver tip to help retain it, and inserted it dry into her asshole. I wiggled it in and twirled it a few times, then gave it a little tug to be sure it would remain in place.

When I indicated we were ready to go, the sheriffs took her arms and escorted her into the hallway, turning left. They made her pad down the hallway in her bare feet, and she could see the employees and public visitors looking out of the glassed-in offices at her, knowing where she was going and what was about to happen to her. She thought a few may have looked sorry for her, but others had a gleeful look about them...glad it wasn't them, at the same time wishing they could witness her punishment. This just multiplied her humiliation tenfold.

She felt their eyes following her, and as she passed them, she knew they were looking at her bare bottom with a glass thermometer peeking out from between her fleshy round asscheeks as she walked.

Mercifully, she finally got to the large, thick, solid oak door to the Judge's Chambers.

'God, that was humiliating the way he inserted the damn rectal thermometer...I can hardly walk...it feels as if something is driven up my poor asshole,' she continued thinking. 'What a spectacle at my age being led through a public building with a tiny hospital gown that only conceals my breasts and a damn rectal thermometer sticking out my asshole for all to see. Everyone seems to enjoy the spectacle but me. Sure, some of the women give a second thought to what if it were them in the tiny gown...but they know it's some other hussy getting her due, no doubt. Oh God, there's a teen getting his fill. I'm almost old enough to be his grandmother. God, I hope no one who knows me is looking on. Oh please, God in heaven, please let the judge's chambers be empty. Oh no, I need to use the bathroom...the inside of my leg is wet...and I sure hope this thermometer stays in and I don't let it slide out onto the hall floor...'

As she walked into the judge's chambers, she was led across a plush carpet to an expansive mahogany desk with high back leather chair behind it. Standing to the side was Judge Dakin, a tall, trim man of about 55 with short, neat gray hair and wire rimmed glasses, dressed in a business suit as one would expect of a judge.

The sheriffs hauled her up before him and he looked her up and down without speaking.

He asked me, "Doctor, is this criminal prepared to receive her just punishment?"

"Yes, your honor. All I have to do is verify her temperature and we may proceed," I replied.

"Very well. Let's get on with it."

The sheriffs grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down to the desk surface, being sure her pelvis was tight up against the edge and her breasts were flattened against the top. One sheriff considerately spread apart the hospital gown for me so as to reveal her ample buttocks...and the thermometer peeking out from the cleft. I bent down and spread her cheeks with one hand, while with the other I tugged the bulb of the thermometer past her anus until it plopped free and her asshole squeezed shut behind it. I read it after wiping it down, and announced her temperature was normal.

The judge now commanded, "Take her into the punishment room and prepare her."

She was straightened up and dragged by the hair into an adjoining conference room which had been converted into a corporal punishment area. In the room she immediately noticed the young girl clerk and the court reporter from her last visit. They smiled as she entered. The steno greeted her sarcastically with, "I see you just couldn't resist coming back to see us!" Leslie turned red, but figured it was best not to respond to the taunt.

She also noticed a younger man, a boy actually, who she deduced by overhearing conversations that he was a summer intern from a local college. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'why do I have to be exposed like this in front of him? It's bad enough that adult strangers are going to see my bare bottom whipped, but a boy, too?' Also present was the District Attorney.

She was led to a wooden bench toward the rear of the room. She saw a black felt sign framed in silver, with plastic letters pressed into it which read "Leslie #2." Kind of like the signs they have in funeral homes, she thought. She looked behind her and saw the video camera already set up and the young intern making adjustments to it.

Unlike last time, the sheriffs placed her on the bench on her back, face up, with her crotch facing the audience. They took leather cuffs and straps and secured her hands to the far end of the bench over her head, the stretching causing her breasts to flatten as they were pulled upward. The clerk and the stenographer came over and placed her legs in full-support stirrups and strapped them down with leather straps. Two wide leather straps secured her torso to the bench.

"Nice nipple clamps, Leslie," smirked the clerk. Leslie had almost forgotten she still had them on, and was thoroughly humiliated now.

When everyone was through tying her down, I checked to be sure all was secure and she couldn't move. I then adjusted the stirrups so that her legs pointed toward the ceiling and her knees were brought back to almost touch her nipples. Then her legs were spread apart wider.

"Can you get a shot of this OK?" I ask the intern.

"Hold on a second...there we go. Beautiful. I can get the whole scene and I can zoom in tight with no problem. This is a perfect angle," Leslie heard him respond as if she weren't even there.

Chapter 2

I made a last minute inspection. She was secured to the spanking bench, legs spread wide, pussy which is becoming noticeably moist was on full open display, her asshole winking at the audience with a sheen of perspiration on the insides of her cheeks.

"I see she's enjoying this about as much as the last time," said the clerk in a snotty tone. The steno chuckled and explained what occurred last time to the young intern. He blushed as he chortled at the obviously graphic description being given to him by the young lady.

The judge came in and the room hushed as he walked over to inspect my preparations. He nodded and walked over to a closet and selected his instrument of torment for her: a leather tawse. She watched wide-eyed as he flexed it...approaching her now with his jacket off, tie loosened and the sleeves of his monogrammed white shirt rolled up.

Leslie once more took stock of her predicament. 'Oh my God, what cruelty. I've never been so exposed in all my life. My legs ache from their spread position, my poor asshole is still aggravated from his tortuous dry pillage, and my pussy is moist. I just know it.' She finally got up the courage to squeak out a final plea for mercy to the judge.

"Please, your honor, have mercy on an old woman, sir," she manages to get out with a cracking voice. "That damn tawse will take the skin off my buns turned up like this. Please spare my privates." The judge just gave her a pathetic look and continued getting himself into just the right position.

'Oh God, I beg you to give me the strength to endure my punishment without totally embarrassing myself. I'm so afraid I'm going to mess myself. Lord, please don't let it happen...please don't. Oh God, I'll be good...please...,' she begged silently, wondering if God was even listening.

The judge approached her and bent down between her obscenely spread legs. He placed the tawse flat across her buttocks and made sure there was clearance between the tawse and her pussy. He inserted his fingers in the space between the tawse and her skin as he moved it from where her ass crack began at her lower spine up to the back of her thighs. She could feel his fingers running up the inside of her cleft, then brushing against her pussy lips on the way to her thighs. Her sobbing did not deter him one bit. The video camera caught both his testing of the tawse and her tears.

Satisfied that he will not be striking her pussy unless he consciously decides to spank her there, he straightened up and moved to her side. He extended his arm with the tawse, gauging the distance to be sure he will properly cover both asscheeks with each stroke.

"OK, everyone, take your positions as witnesses. I'm about to begin," he announced loudly in the quiet room. Sensing that her spanking was about to begin, the audience had already begun to jockey for best viewing position while not interfering with the videotaping.

The young court clerk walked up to me and handed me a foil packet.

"Here's the 'fig' you asked me to bring. Don't worry, I wouldn't forget this for anything!" she told me proudly. I smiled and thanked her for being so thoughtful, sarcastically remarking that I knew Leslie appreciated it as well.

I squatted down before her spread genitals and parted her ample asscheeks, exposing her clenched anus even further. I slid the tip of the ginger suppository up to touch her asshole, which made her clench it even more. As soon as the initial "wink reflex" subsided, I slipped the tip inside her puckered hole, almost all the way in. As she clenched her asscheeks together, I released the pressure on the fig and allowed it to slide back out. This caused a pleasurable sensation for her, I know, so I did it a few more times...in and out...to have a little fun myself and to cause her further humiliation by exhibiting pleasure under these circumstances.

Finally, I thrust the fig all the way up into her rectum, my finger buried to the hilt. I held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of her insides as I felt her squeezing madly on my finger. Finally, I withdrew my finger and nodded to the judge.

He took a final measurement with his arm and cocked his arm back as the audience held its breath.

Many thoughts went through Leslie's head in that brief time between when the judge raised the tawse until she felt it smack her bare cheeks.

'How humiliating having my ass played with before witnesses. What great sport for all but me. The fig is buried into the dark, deep depths of my person. The fig will be hell in and unto itself very soon. But now my attention is focused on the tawse to soon begin taking the full measure of my poor, poor perfectly positioned posterior. That leather will easily inflict the fires of hell on my fully exposed person. At this moment I'd literally do anything to save my bum its well deserved due. Oh please, God, make me brave enough to take whatever is inflicted.'

She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw shut as she anticipated the first stroke.

"SMAAACCKKK!!!"

"One," somebody in the audience counted aloud.

"SMAAACKK!!!"

"Two," several people counted at once.

And so it went for the first ten strokes. She yelped and cried out at each stroke, but she couldn't move to escape the sting of the little strap. The judge appeared to be enjoying his work...almost a labor of love. She was able to feel the excitement in the audience as the strapping made her asscheeks burn and turn a nice rosy shade. As for the witnesses, they didn't want it to end.

The judge took a pause after ten. Then he turned to the witnesses and addressed them.

"Those first ten were for lying on the court forms. However, the doctor reports that she was violent and combative during her examination. For that, I am adding a sentence of five more," he intoned like a college professor lecturing his students.

A murmur of approval went up from the witnesses and a couple even clapped.

She didn't even think of protesting now because she knew the allegation was true. She deserved this.

The judge called me over and instructed me to swab down her bottom with an alcohol prep pad just in case he broke the skin this time. I had the court clerk assist me with this by holding each of her asscheeks steady as I wiped her down. Then she parted her cheeks as I swabbed up and down her cleft. I finally wiped down her pussy lips, matting the hair to her skin in the process.

The judge took his position again and drew his arm back.

SMAACCKKK!!!

"One," the audience called out in unison, and with glee.

SMAACCKKK!!!

"Two," the chorus resumed. The young intern at the camera started to giggle as he closed in on her ass in the viewfinder. It was contagious, because then the court steno followed suit. In an instant, it seemed everyone but the judge was giggling and pointing at her in her humiliating predicament.

The final three strokes were given hard, making her ass flesh jiggle with each new stroke. Her ass was dark red.

Finally, the judge was finished with her and handed me the tawse. I told the clerk to take the tawse and scrub it down for the next session. I noticed Leslie had peed slightly, and the judge noticed as well.

"Get her cleaned up," said the judge. "I don't want her messing my courthouse on the way back to your office."

I told the sheriffs to unfasten her and they did so, helping her to her feet. At that time, she was weak and sobbing. I instructed them to stand her up and bend her over the spanking bench. I took a sanitary napkin and tucked it up between her legs, covering her pussy. I taped the tabs to her abdomen and rear thigh with surgical tape to hold it in place. I instructed them to seat her in the "punishment position" on the straight back chair to the side of the spanking bench.

They made her spread her legs and straddle the chair seat, facing the back of the chair. They put her hands on the rear legs with her chin resting on the top of the chair back. They then hooked her feet behind the front legs of the chair, which had the effect of pushing her ass over the edge of the chair and outward...fully exposed and facing the doorway.

The door behind her opened and she saw out of the corner of her eye two new sheriffs escorting in a young man of about twenty. He was begging and pleading to be spared, but he stopped, staring at the spectacle she presented. She felt him gazing with fear at what was just done to her backside...and he knows the same was going to happen to him. She was so ashamed at having another young man witness her in his mortifying position, but there was nothing she could do to protect her modesty.

The judge stood in front of her and lectured her on the evil of her ways, and told her he never wanted to see her back in his courtroom again. Or the punishment would be proportionately increased.

The sheriffs began fastening the young man to the spanking bench, face down. She could see his shiny buttocks being stretched taut while they secured him. She caught a glimpse of his testicles being pushed back between his legs as they were spread apart. Then the court clerk reached beneath his hips and adjusted his semi-hard cock so it was pinned between the bench and his abdomen pointing straight ahead.

Somehow, her pain subsided enough to know that she would love to stay and witness his punishment if she were allowed.

Coming back to reality, she suddenly realized the view she was presenting to the young man on the spanking bench. 'Surely they won't require a woman my age to be so shamelessly exhibited. These bastards have no decency at all! I'm sorry, but it's just that this is all too much for me. At least remove the damn pad! That's all I ask... just remove the fucking pad!!! I've taken a brutal beating...I've been punished. But please don't subject me to the unimaginable humiliation of walking in public nude save for a damn sanitary napkin!'

But it was all part of Leslie's punishment. Maybe I'd have time to cover her a bit before we entered the hallway and walked past all those folks who've had their ears to the door for the last half hour....and maybe not.

I made her stand up, still straddling the chair. I ripped off the sanitary napkin and handed it to her to take out of the room when we go. I made her bend over where the young bound boy could see her asshole clearly. I took a tampon from the court steno and inserted it into her asshole so the fig wouldn't leak out onto the floor.

Since I was in a hurry for the next subject, I threw the hospital gown over her shoulders as we walked to the door. She glanced back once more at the young man with his bared bottom sticking up in the air and noticed the clerk changing the name on the sign to say "Brad."

The sheriffs led her out into the hallway with the gown barely covering her still-clamped tits. Her red, flaming ass was exposed as she walked past a small group of spectators of all sexes and ages. They gaped at her red ass as she passed...and at the string hanging out from between her cheeks. She hung her head in shame and padded silently down the hall in her bare feet, holding the wet sanitary napkin in her hand. Now they all knew she couldn't control herself from peeing under punishment.

When we returned to my office, they brought her into the bathroom...the same one as last time with no doors. We all watched as I made her tug at the string and pull the tampon out of her rectum. Then we heard the 'plop' as the bits of the fig left inside her hit the water.

When she was through, I had the sheriffs bend her over and spread her cheeks for me...and I wiped her pussy and asshole off with some clean gauze.

I told her to get dressed, and we all watched as she slowly, painfully slipped on her clothes, but without panties because she was wearing none to begin with. I smiled as I thought of that short skirt rubbing her irritated ass all the way home.

I smiled and waved goodbye to her as she walked out the door...and said, "Hope to see you again soon, Leslie!" as cheerfully as I could muster. The sheriffs chuckled as she waved limply back, unable to speak a word.

She slunk through the short hallway, hoping no one would see her leave. The crowd was still at the door to the judge's chambers, listening to the boy take his licks. A pre-teen girl was there giggling and counting the strokes on her fingers with undisguised glee. A man in the group turned and spotted Leslie, pointing her out to another man just as she slipped through the stairwell door.

She hurried to her car, refusing to look back at the building. She got in the car, where the seats were really hot, causing her to squirm uncontrollably. Poor Leslie wondered how she was ever going to make it home.

As she swung around past the building on the way out of the lot, she saw a young girl come out of the building carrying a file folder. She looked twice at Leslie as she passed. Leslie craned her neck at the girl as she drove past, just in time to see her smile and pat her fanny a few times. She knew!

Leslie reflected painfully on what had brought her to this mortifying punishment today. 'I was a fool dressing in such a short tight miniskirt with no panties at my age...God, at any age. This skirt pressing painfully against my ass...each step is torture...and the hot car....black seats...my thigh tops sizzle on contact...I shall spend the day and night on my stomach and am certain to take several meals standing. I hope my boss doesn't mind my taking off a few days. There is no way this old girl's ass could sit at a typewriter anytime soon. I almost expect to hear on the national news tonight, "43 year old Leslie was strapped today at the courthouse for probation violations related to public indecency involving minors. During her strapping she peed on herself. Following her strapping Leslie was led through the public hallway nearly nude with a tampon inserted in her red ass. She was later seen leaving wearing a ridiculously short miniskirt so brief observers confirmed she was not wearing panties. It seems some women never learn when it comes to public indecency...FILM AT 11."

When Leslie calmed down, she wished she could go back and thank that judge for punishing her. She did wrong and deserved what she had received.

'Surely I can behave and avoid further punishment sessions,' she promised herself as she inserted a smooth jazz tape into the dashboard player. 'It will certainly be awhile before this old girl does any sunbathing with these blistered cheeks and thighs. Now where did I leave my vibrator...?'

END