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CERTIFICATE OF CORRECTION
Part 1- At the Center
Here I am at the the Clark County Correctional Center.
Thankfully I'm here as an observer, not a participant.
I should explain. My name is Rollin and I'm an
attorney. Today I'm here with the Volunteer Law
Project representing Jennifer Scott, a 15 year old who
came through the juvenile justice system on an
alchohol possesion charge. In Clark County Ohio in the
year 2010 there are certain offences that can be
cleared by the defendant obtaining a "Certificate of
Correction". By going through this program their
record will be expunged, there will be no jail time or
fine, except restitution if appropriate. The program
is voluntary, but not everyone opts for it, for
reasons which will become clear later.
The introduction of corporal punishment into the
criminal justice system did not come about over night.
For years, though, politicians and the public had
complained about money, sentencing for juveniles and
jail space until finally in California in 2004, petty
theft,some driving offenses, and vandalism became
punishable by caning. Enough of the public liked
Southeast Asia's approach to the problem of nonviolent
offenses that they were ready to try something new.
Other states were quick to follow. In the wake of
President Limbaugh's conservative law and order
platform, the country was ready to try a return to the
woodshed.
At first, the states tried real "Singapore style"
caning, but it quickly became apparent that this was
far too brutal for American sensibilities, as it
frequently resulted in permanent scarring and injury.
Another problem was that females were not originally
subject to " the CP option" as it came to be called.
The Supreme Court settled that one rather quickly. It
ruled that states could not discriminate on the basis
of sex in handing out punishments. Since the prospect
of brutal canings for females was too unattractive,
the system had to be toned down to fit both the crime
and the offender.
When California substituted the leather strap for the
cane in 2005, the public became more accepting. A
strapping was more like the just punishment of youth
that many recalled from their own childhoods. Various
states tried various options. Most juvenile halls had
a "punishment room", usually a converted storeroom,
where an offender would be strapped down over a
trestle or table and given the presribed number of
licks or swats with whatever implement the state
deemed appropriate. It was all very unscientific.
Later on it became very scientific. Studies were
conducted to determine the best methods of
administering corporal punishment both in a physical
and in a psychological sense. Elaborate systems
evolved which combined equal mixtures of shame, loss
of dignity, and pain, to make the offender truly
repentant and eager to avoid repeating the experience.
Here in Ohio if you are between 13 and 18 this is what
happens. If convicted and sentenced in juvenile court,
an offender is given 30 days to obtain a "certificate
of correction" which must be filed with the court. To
obtain a certificate, the convicted offender makes an
appointment with the county juvenile correctional
center and reports on the appointed day at the
appointed time. They are permitted one witness and it
cannot be a parent. Parents may wait in a waiting
area, but may not observe. The usual witness is an
attorney who is there to make sure that procedure is
followed and to note any undue severity in excess of
state guidelines.
So here I was. I was representing Jennifer, a pretty
girl with long blonde hair, freckles and a nervous
smile. She had never been in trouble before, but,
caught in a car with alchohol in her possesion, she
was given 30 days to obtain one Certificate of
Correction tailored to this offense.
I was recommended to Jennifer's parents by Karen, an
old and very good friend. Karen is a juvenile
probation officer, who has Jennifer as one of her
cases. I didn't usually practice in juvenile court,
but I did some criminal defense work so I was at least
qualified for this. I came into the case too late to
try and get a better deal for Jennifer. She was
convicted and given the the chance to opt for corporal
punishment instead of jail or a fine. After
conviction, her parents decided not to appeal. I think
they figured that having to get a Certificate of
Correction would teach Miss Jennifer a good lesson
while having the effect of expunging her record.
Jennifer and some friends had been out late one night
and had been stopped for a traffic violation. The
officer then found open liquor bottles in the car. She
was charged with possesion of alchohol. She also
happened to be the one driving. Luckily she was not
under the influence.
Juvenile case officers have a role in the discipline
of their charges. They are present when the correction
is meted out. The reason for this is so that the
juvenile will look on the officer as an authority
figure from whom to take direction, and would more
likely obey the officer in the future. In addition
case officers are authorized to administer certain
forms of corporal correction for probation violations.
Today Karen is there because two of her charges have
come in to obtain their Certificates of Correction,
having elected this option. I did not know who the
other one was.
Karen is a short blonde with a voluptuous figure,
large breasts, a tight waist and a magnificent and
gorgeous ass. In fact I know for a fact that she
thinks her butt is "too big". As for me I am
completely enthralled with the sway of her jouncy hind
end. I like full derrieres on women, and to me, Karen
is a beautiful and sexy woman. I have known Karen for
something like 7 years. We have been friends, but not
physically intimate with each other. Its hard to say
why. The chemistry and attraction is certainly there
and we have both flirted with it. I guess its just bad
timing. We've been close even though we have at times
been with other people. It just seems like whenever
I'm not in a relationship, she is, and vice-versa.
Now, however she is divorced and I've just broken up
with someone. We'll see what happens.
I am seated behind a glass partition in a sort of
gallery with the rest of the witnesses. The other
witnesses permitted are the victims.
There is a husband and wife, owners of a food mart
spray painted, or as they say, "tagged", by several of
the other juvenile offenders. Other than the
witnesses, the room is empty. We are waiting for
things to start. Karen had explained to me previously
that on the appointed day the juvenile would have to
report three hours before sentence was scheduled to be
carried out. A brief physical is given to verify that
the culprit is fit to undergo punishment. The case
officers then conduct a last interview explaining the
seriousness of the crime, and explainig the procedure.
The state has even produced videos on offenses like
drunk driving and vandalism that the teens are
required to view before punishment is meted out. The
video graphically illustrates the harm to society
caused by the crime.
The teen is then led to a holding cell where he or
she strips down to underwear and socks. That was all
the clothing allowed in the punishment chamber. After
that, they wait. The waiting is probably as hard as
the actual punishment. They sit in a bare cell,
probably the last sitting they'll do for a while.
Karen has been in this job for less than a year. She
counsels juvenile offenders as part of her job and
sometimes that involves advising them as to whether
they should take "the CP option" if it is available
for that offense. She tells me she is conflicted about
this. On the one hand, it offers a way to eliminate
the negative effect of a record and avoid time in
juvie hall, a good deal for youthful offenders. In
fact after obtaining a Certificate of Correction she
tells me that there is little recidivism. Did I
mention that similair punishments are given in the
prison system? I imagine that the prospect of the
whipping post like we have in Ohio scares a lot of
these kids straight---especially after getting a
licking courtesy of the state. On the other hand it is
humiliating, to say the least, and probably very
painful. This is Karen's first time attending one of
these punishment sessions for her cases where she
actually advised the kids and parents to go through
with it. I know she set me up to represent Jennifer so
that I could attend and give her my comments later.
She will want my opinion as to whether she should
advise this course in the future.
Finally a door opens and three case officers and the
Special Corrections Officer with her two assistants
enter. All corrections officers, the ones who will
administer the punishment, are women. The assistant
officers are wearing smartly tailored skirts and white
blouses with a badge on the front. The Special officer
is a beefy red-haired woman in a Khacki uniform and a
Sam Browne belt. She looks like a formidable no
nonsense type of woman. I was glad to be on my side of
the glass.
Another door opens and 6 teenagers are ushered in by
guards holding clipboards. The boys are in underpants
and socks. The girls are in panties, bras, and socks.
There are 3 boys and 3 girls. The clipboards are
handed to the case officers. The miscreants sit on 6
chairs lined up direcly in front of the gallery with
their backs to us. Jennifer glances nervously at me
before taking her seat. I give her the thumbs up. What
else is there to do?
In the "business" part of the room is some odd
furniture. There are two benches, each having a padded
top. The top is shaped like a shallow "A" with
restraints at either end. An integral part of the
bench is a slideable chair that slides into a hollow
space right under the apex of the bench. This is a
spanking bench. The victim is secured to the bench
with wrist and ankle straps, a strap at the backs of
the knees and a strap across the middle of the back,
with his/her buttocks positioned at the apex. The
officer sits at the chair and slides it in. She is now
seated with the miscreant directly over her lap,
bottoms up. The effect is rather like having the teen
positioned for an old fashioned over-the-knee
spanking. The advantage is that the officer does not
have the weight of the culprit over her lap and the
juvenile cannot move at all.
The other piece of furniture was what was known as
"The Box".
This is a padded cube tilted slightly forward on short
legs with restraints at wrists, ankles, knees and
back. When bent over the box and strapped in, the
culprit's buttocks are cocked upwardly presenting a
raised, well rounded target for the application of
corporal correction.
The Special Officer was ready to start. Karen glanced
at me and nodded with a slight smile.
"All right, pay attention. I am Ms Carson. My two
assistants are Ms Miriam and Ms Doreen. You already
know your case officers. If you cooperate this will be
over soon and you may leave. As you know you are here
for punishment, pure and simple. It will hurt, but you
will bear no permanent marks on your bodies. I, along
with my assistant officers will be administering the
punishment. Now, make no mistake about this, it will
hurt. You will probably cry and holler, but don't
think that just because you start blubbering like
babies that it will go any easier. You got that?
This is the procedure. There are six of you. Two at a
time you will be placed over the spanking benchs. You
will have your pants pulled down and you will receive
a two, three or four minute spanking to be given by my
two assistants according to your sentence. During this
time period you will receive about 50 smacks per
minute on you bare tails with this." As she spoke she
held up an oval shaped paddle which was in reality a
stiff piece of leather sole with a rubber facing
connected to a handle.
"We call this the "sandal". Maybe if your mothers had
used their sandals on your little hineys when you were
younger you would not be here today. You are getting
your records wiped clean for this, so just know that
it's gonna sting."
"After all six of you have had your spankings, I will
call your name and one at a time you will come up here
and bend over the box for the licking that the court
has decreed as the second part of your sentence."
She let that sink in as the woeful teens eye the
dreaded implements that hang on the wall. There are
the oval "sandals" the assistant officers would use.
There is a paddle that looks like a big spatula. It is
made of some synthetic like Lexan. The blade or
"business" end is 4x8" and has pencil-sized holes. It
is joined to a handle by a narrow 2" strip that makes
it flexible, like a fly swatter. The result is a
paddle that will impart an atrocious sting without
injury or severe bruising. There is also a thin rod
made of some lightweight synthetic polymer. The rod
extends from a handle grip about 28". It is thin and
very whippy. It's the nearest thing we have to the
cane, but it is more like a switch which I have heard
stings like absolute holy hell. I also understand it
leaves painful weals but, in the hands of a skilled
whipper, will not break the skin.
Ms Carson continues:
"You are all going to get a good, hard spanking today,
followed by a whipping with the rod or licks with the
paddle and you all deserve it.
Now, from this moment on there will be no swearing,
cursing, foul or abusive language. You will address
all of us as ma'am or sir. I have the power to impose
additional punishment for violations of this rule and
believe me, I will do it. Do you understand?"
Six heads bob nervously. The fear in the room is
palpable. This woman meant business! Jennifer appears
to be trembling. I couldn't help her now, her course
was set. She was to endure some real pain and she knew
it. I wondered what it must be like in her place, to
know that in a few minutes you were going to be
stripped practically naked and whipped on your bare
bottom.
The two assistants take the clipboards and each call
out a name. One girl and one boy rise timidly. The
assistants take each by the arm and walk them to the
benchs. The command is given to lie over the bench,
and both teens do so. The restraining straps are
buckled, hands, feet, back of the knees, back. This
arches both sets of buttocks towards the ceiling. The
assistants grab both pants and panties and ruck them
down to mid thigh. They walk to the wall and retrieve
a "spanker" from a hook. The assistant corrections
officers now take their seats and slide the chairs in.
The moment of truth has arrived for these teen
miscreants.
"Set the timer for two minutes for these two" Ms
Carson says to a guard. The guard nods and presses a
series of buttons. A digital display on the wall reads
two minutes. I assume it will count down.
"Miriam, Doreen, are you ready?"
"Then begin."
Miriam and Doreen bring the sandals down with a
ringing smack! smack! smack! in a brisk tattoo. They
spank at a rate of about 1 spank per second and each
one looks like it is delivered with no small amount of
force. The bare bottomed teens start to yelp as the
paddles crack down.
The girl jerks her head up and wails with each smack,
the boy clenches his whole body in a vain attempt to
ward off the pain. Its a humiliating punishment and it
is designed that way. These kids are getting an old
fashioned spanking like one over mommy's knee. The
position each is in is mortifying for a teenager, bare
fannies bucking and wriggling as sizzling spanks turn
their hineys red. The clock counts down...too slowly
it seems. The smacks ring out. The teens yelp in
anguish at the relentless smacking, a two part chorus
of "ouches". After two very long minutes, the buzzer
sounds signalling the end of part 1 of their ordeal.
The guards replace the underwear, and unbuckle the
straps and the two teens stand, hopping from foot to
foot rubbing their injured bottoms.
"Thats enough of that! Sit back down you two! Call the
next two names."
"Jennifer Scott and Russell Smith, stand up and come
forward," intones a guard.
I see Jennifer rise on shaky legs. She is a pretty
girl with long coltish legs. She is small breasted,
but has an ample bottom, well rounded, still a good
bit of baby fat back there. It wobbles as she shuffles
toward the bench.
"Assume the position," says Ms Carson.
I hear Doreen say to Jennifer: "C'mon Honey, over you
go, that's it...no, over farther so the pad is under
your pelvis, bottoms well up!"
"Set the timer for three minutes, please Ms Benson".
The guard nods and resets the timer.
"Doreen and Miriam, take their pants down." Pants and
panties are rucked to mid thigh. Jennifer whimpers. "
Ladies, begin....now"
Jennifer howls at the first smack of the sandal on her
left bottomcheek.
She continues howling as Doreen delivers a blistering
spanking that cracks alternately on left and right
cheeks. Jennifers nude rear wobbles with each smack.
She is fair skinned so she reddens quickly. Her
jiggling behind cannot escape the awful barrage of
spanks delivered by Doreen's sturdy arm. I am watching
intently for evidence of undue severity or cruelty,
but I see none. The force of the smacks seems the same
as for the first teenager and the tempo is the same.
Its your basic good sound spanking that just stings
like hell. I know she is my client but I cannot deny
that this is a highly erotic spectacle and I am
actually becoming aroused watching Jennifer's
spanking. Finally the cacophony of smacks and
anguished yelping ends. They let Jennifer up and she
walks back to her chair sobbing and clutching her
seat. Karen is watching me watching Jennifer. I make
some notes on a pad and will my erection to subside.
Another two are called up. The girl is a cute brunette
pixie, about 5'3", 110 lbs with long hair and a very
cute ass which gets spanked to a tomato red hue amid
her howls for mercy. The boy, a stocky 15 year old
howls more than the girl.
The spankings done, we are ready for the main event.
Ms Carson takes the clipboard.
"Mandy Johnson, stand up." Mandy rises slowly. She was
one of the first two to be spanked. She is a tall
strawberry blonde with a well fleshed bottom. The tiny
pink nylon panties she wears barely contain her
cheeks. It doesn't matter. She wont have them much
longer.
"Mandy Johnson, you have been convicted of theft,
namely shoplifting. The Juvenile Court of Clark County
has decreed that to obtain a Certificate of Correction
you must receive ten swats with the paddle on your
bare bottom. Come forward and assume the position over
the Box.
Doreen and Miriam each grab an arm and escort Mandy to
the Box. She is a well built girl for her age which I
peg at 15 or 16. When buckled into the box, her rear
curves are prominently presented for punishment. It's
rather like bending over a barrel in the woodshed, a
bygone era reinstated in the 21st century.
My musings come to a halt. Ms Carson has retieved the
perforated paddle from the wall and has planted her
feet to Mandy's right side. She nods to Doreen who
peels down the brief panties exposing Mandy's ass, now
a hot pink from the spanking. She lines up the paddle
on Mandy's quivering buttocks and raises her arm to
shoulder level, then.....
SMACK! Mandy lets out a shriek. Again.... SMACK! The
paddle flattens her fanny sending little ripples
through the flesh. SMACK! Mandy howls again. Her
bottom jiggles at impact.
SMACK! Four. SMACK! Five. The smacks come about 15
seconds apart. Mandy sobs and pleads but SMACK! the
paddling continues until ten licks have been duly
administered. The guards unbuckle the restraints and
help her up. Tears are streaming down her face. They
escort her back to her chair. I don't think it's
padded. She sits very gingerly.
The next name is called and the boy spanked with Mandy
is put over the Box and paddled. His sentence is 15
licks. He breaks down crying after 8. The next one is
Russell Smith. His crime is vandalism. He is one of
the taggers. The husband and wife grocery store owners
perk up. This is part of what they came to see.
The boy bends over the box and is strapped in. Miriam
strips his pants down. Ms Carson replaces the paddle
on the wall and selects a rod. She whips it through
the air a few times, testing its flex. It makes a
whining sound. Russell's buttocks clench at the sound.
"This will hurt, boy, but it will hurt a lot more if
you clench. Now relax those butt cheeks," she says
tapping his ass with the switch.
Russell moans in embarrassment, but tries to comply.
Ms Carson brings the switch back and with a deft flick
of the wrist, whips it down with a
SWISSSH.....THWACK! "Ahhh....rrrr" screams Russell.
This looks a lot more painful than the paddle.
Jennifer should be grateful that she is getting the
paddle and not this whippy rod.
SWISSHHH......THWACK! "Ow....ow....ow", yells the boy
in anguish.
The switch falls 8 more times, whippy wristy strokes
that smack the bare skin, indenting the flesh and
leaving livid red weals. Russell is no hero. He howls
lustily with each stinging stripe of the rod. The 10
strokes are given at intervals of about 20 seconds
between each one. This allows the pain from one stroke
to be fully "appreciated" before another is given.
When Russell's whipping is over he is allowed to rise.
He clutches his cheeks trying to soothe the intense
sting. His face is flushed and streaked with tears. He
is escorted back to his chair. It now looks like it's
Jennifers turn. Her name is called. The charge is read
along with the sentence-12 licks with the paddle. She
stands on wobbly legs and Doreen leads her to the Box.
There is a look of panic on her face. She lays down
over the Box arching her pretty buttocks upward. Her
thin panties are stretched tight across her bottom in
this posture. They won't protect her long.
Ms Carson retieves the paddle from the hook on the
wall. She nods to Doreen who peels Jennifer's panties
down for the second time that day.
I can't say that Jennifer's paddling was unfair or too
severe. The swats are given full force, and poor
Jennifer howls at each one, but she is paddled with
the same degree of severity as the others. Ms Carson
administers good solid smacks that crack like pistol
shots, making Jennifer's cheeks wobble on impact. Her
fanny turns a tomato red as the swats are laid on.
Jennifers cries out but my angle is poor and I cannot
see if she is crying tears yet. I assume she is.
Twelve solid licks-5 minutes of agony. It is a trying
ordeal, no doubt. Ms Carson raises her arm for the
twelvth lick and SMACK! "Owwwwww!", and it's over.
Jennifer is let up. She is weeping copiously, her face
a mask of humiliation and pain. I know Karen and I
will interview her before she leaves.
The other punishments proceed. The others, the
taggers, are given the rod. This is the sentence for
vandalism. No one endures the whipping without
breaking down. The whippings are hard but I see no
skin breaking. There are tears and howls aplenty. Ms
Carson obviously knows her business. The idea is to
administer maximum pain with minimum damage.
The session completed, The teens are led back to their
holding cells where they may dress. Karen and I will
interview Jennifer before she leaves with her parents
who are waiting. I catch up with Karen as I approach
the interview room.
"Well," she says, "what did you think?"
"I think it was pretty intense. Those kids really got
their butts whipped. They all bawled like babies."
"Yeah, it was....like a bad prison movie, you
know....only it was real. I don't know. I wonder how
much it really hurts, what it feels like."
"You can find out," I said with a grin. "Ms Carson can
show you, I'm sure."
She punched me playfully. "Not on your life. That
woman is scary."
"Then maybe I can demonstrate, my dear."
I expected another dig in the ribs but Karen just
cocked her head and gave me a cool, appraising look.
She then said, "If you're not doing anything tonight,
I'll take you to dinner. I want to talk to you about
today."
I readily agreed. We walked into the interview room,
where Karen would give her charges their signed
certificates. Jennifer was there, standing, naturally.
Her face was still flushed and streaked from
crying.......
Part 2 is coming. A Date With Karen
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