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Subject: {ASSM} Certificate of Correction  Pt 8 ( F/F, M/F spank, whip, cons, nc)
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Certificate of Correction     Ch 8

The next morning we presented ourselves at the Justice
Center at 9am. Harriet and I were to be allowed to
observe the proceedings for Erin and Allison. Only
attorneys for the girls could be there on their
behalf. There was to be a medical exam for all
three--which we could monitor--then Erin and Allison
would receive their punishment. After that, at high
noon, Susan would receive the birch.

We were met by a representative from the prosecutor's
office, a smartly dressed woman who said her name was
Helen Schiff. She was all business---dark suit, black
hair pulled back in a bun, black rimmed glasses--yep,
young assistant DA all the way. I wondered if she
volunteered for this. We shook hands, and we were
taken to the infirmary and instructed to stand off to
the side in an examination room.

They brought in Allison and Erin. The girls looked
relieved to see us and gave us a wan smile. They
looked like they hadn't slept much. They were in
street clothes. Their stay was too short to merit
prison garb. Not so with Susan. She was brought in
wearing her denims and halter from the day before. She
looked worried.

"Alright, let's get started." This from a beefy woman
who looked to be the matron in charge. "I'm Mrs Morris
and I'm in charge of this punishment detail. First,
you girls are to be examined by Dr Blumquist to
certify your fitness for punishment. We'll then take
the two junior girls upstairs. Ms Pemberton, you will
wait until noon for imposition of sentence. Cooperate
and this will go smoothly and you'll be allowed to
leave St Johns today. Make trouble for us and you
might not. The very least we can do is order
additional strokes, and belive me, you don't want
that. Do I make myself clear?" Nobody said a word.
"Well, do I?" she barked.

"Yes, ah... ma'am" squeaked Erin.

"Yes ma'am, yes." said Allison and Susan together.

She looked at all three for a moment. "Good. Alright,
ladies, now strip. Everything. Let's go."

The three girls looked at each other like 'Gee do we
hafta?' The punishment detail consisted of Mrs Morris,
a juvenile matron escorting each of the girls, and a
female guard who had custody of Susan. Harriet and I
were the only non-prison personnel.

"This gentleman is your attorney ladies. You picked
him, so don't go all modest on me. Take your clothes
off."

Allison, Susan and Erin proceeded to strip. Although I
had seen Allison and Erin both practically naked
before, I still marvelled at how beautiful they both
were-- Erin with her petite but perfectly proportioned
figure, and Allison with her more bounteous figure.
Susan was a lush and curvacious woman, perhaps a tad
bottom heavy, but that just made her more alluring.
Harriet looked at me with a raised eyebrow, but I
could only give her a questioning grimace, like what
am I supposed to do? I tried to distract my mind. It
wasn't fair to witness such a lovely unveiling in such
stark surroundings and for such a grim purpose.

They were given hospital type gowns. As they were
tying these, the doctor arrived. As if a pre-whipping
physical were routine, he matter-of-factly examined
each girl, listening to her heart with a stethescope,
taking blood pressure--Christ, I could have told him
that their little hearts would be racing a mile a
minute. Then the worst part. Each one had to bend over
the examining table while the doctor raised their
gowns and inspected each one's buttocks to certify
them fit for flogging. Understandably they all blushed
at this shameful indignity. I understood that it was
necessary--any cuts or bruises and they wouldn't
proceed. The doc made some notes on a chart then
addressed the head of the punishment detail.

"All are fit and ready to undergo punishment, Mrs
Morris."

"Thank you doctor. All right girls, you heard him. You
are healthy young ladies and can stand up under the
punishment you're going to get. Just a word of
advice--when the whipping starts, don't clench. It
hurts more. Also, go ahead and cry. Don't try and be
the strong silent type. Now, I'm the head of this
detail but I'm not the one who's doing the flogging.
That would be Ms Anna Klochek. Ms Klochek has been
specially trained to administer the punishment
prescribed for you by our courts. She is waiting for
us upstairs. Let's go."

I couldn't decide if this was good news or bad news. I
settled on bad. She had probably had lots of practice
and could therefore swing a punishment strap hard with
unerring accuracy.

 "Clara," she said to Susan's guard, "escort Miss
Pemberton back to her cell."

And with that she ushered us out into the hallway for
a walk down a long corridor to a stairway. Erin and
Allison were clad only in thin gowns, like hospital
gowns. They were naked underneath. The procession drew
some stares, smiles and knowing winks from passersby
in the hallway, much to the mortification of Erin and
Allison. There was no question that this was a
punishment detail headed for the special room set
aside for the delivery of juvenile strappings.

We arrived at a nondescript room on the second floor
and were ushered in. It was a 20' by 40' room, low
ceilinged, about the size of a school classroom. It
was unfurnished except for the apparatus that stood in
the center of the room. This was a low padded bench
having a top in the form of a long shallow "A".
Apparantly the prisoner's hips rested at the apex of
the A while lying face down on the bench, so that in
this slightly bent position the buttocks were the
highest point of the body, presenting a well-defined
target for the strap. The bench was only 3' high,
which meant that the lashes would be applied with a
downward stroke.

A powerful looking matron in her mid 30's, short
blonde hair, rangy, athletic, who was apparantly Anna
Klochek, stood at one end of the room next to a rack
of leather straps and wooden paddles.

Harriet and I were told to stand behind a yellow
stripe painted on the floor. The girls were taken to
the other side of the bench, each one held at the
elbow by her guard. Mrs Morris pulled an
official-looking document from a valise she held under
her arm.

"That's the warrant for the execution of corporal
punishment," whispered Harriet. "She has to read it to
the defendants."

"Allison Carter, Erin Hand, having been found guilty
of violation of the Code of the Island of St John's,
sec 18- 411(a), you have been sentenced to receive 24
lashes with the juvenile correctional strap. Have you
anything to say?"

Both girls shook their heads. Their faces bore fearful
expressions. Erin's eyes flicked to Anna Klochek. I
caught a thin smile forming on her face. Erin blushed
and looked away. 

"Then we will proceed. We will go in alphabetical
order. Miss Carter, please remove your gown."

Allison hesitated for a brief moment then slipped the
gown off, letting it drop to the floor. Her guard
pulled her over to the bench while Mrs Morris said,
"Lie face down...move forward a little. Hands down to
the sides please."

While Allison was being adjusted, her guard fastened
wrist cuffs to Allison's wrists at the front legs of
the bench, and ankle cuffs at the back. She then
brought a wide strap around from underneath which went
across her lower back, and buckled it. Another strap
went around her legs just above the knee. Thus
fastened, she was completely immobile. She could
squirm a bit but that was about it. Her bottom jutted
up obscenely in this contraption, the cheeks spread a
little, but remained relaxed so as to absorb in the
fatty mass of flesh the painful smacks of the strap
that were to come.

When she was buckled in, Mrs Morris checked the
restraints one last time and nodded to Mrs Klocheck.
The blonde matron selected a strap from the wall and
advanced toward the bench.

"Just a minute," said Harriet, "I want to examine that
strap."

"This is highly irregular, Mrs Reeves. You are here to
observe. That is all. You may not interfere."

"That strap is not regulation for juvenile offenders.
I wish to examine it. If you please," she said holding
out her hand.

"Let her see it," said Mrs Morris to Matron Klocheck,
who with a smirk handed the strap to Harriet. From a
pocket in her suit coat Harriet produced a small
caliper and a tape measure, and proceeded to measure
the strap. Allison craned her head to look, eyes wide
with trepidation.

"This is not regulation. It is 24" long, not 20", and
is 3/8" thick, not 1/4" as called for by your own
procedure directives. See for yourself."

Mrs Morris handled the strap, then gave it to Mrs
Klocheck. "Ok, Mrs Reeves, you've made your point." To
Mrs Klocheck she said: "Use the one hanging next to
it."

"Nice job," I whispered.

"That strap looked too heavy. I think they use it for
prison discipline for the adult females. The juvenile
one is lighter, it won't bruise as much. It's the
least I could do for the poor girls. I suspected they
might try this--probably on a 'suggestion' from the
judge, but he'd deny it in a heartbeat."

Anna Klochek retrieved the proper implement and took
her stance next to the bench. Allison closed her eyes,
tense, buttocks clenched. The matron put her left foot
forward and ran the supple length of leather through
her fingers. Bringing it back she swooped it down from
overhead. There was a "whoosh" followed by a loud
CRACK! as the leather flattened the summits of
Allison's bottomcheeks.

"Aiii...ahhh," hissed Allison. A livid line of red
spang up on the crowns of her buttocks as the strap
was withdrawn.

"One," counted Mrs Morris. Another guard made a note
on a clipboard.
The matron took aim again.
Whoosh...CRACK! The jutting fanny jiggled as the strap
hit.
"Arrr....owwww..." cried Allison.
"Two."
Whoosh...SMACK! Another loud smack planted on the
quivering mounds of Allison's behind.
"Ohhhh...ssss...ahhh, God it hurts!" squealed Allison,
frantic.
"Three." More scribbling on the clipboard.

The strap rose and fell with a steady rhythym, perhaps
at intervals of 10-15 seconds. Mrs Klochek was putting
her back into it, determined to punish the attractive
American as severely as she could. The blows of the
strap were explosive. Allison's fanny got redder and
her cries more plaintive with each smartly applied
lick. The island of St John's was going to make sure
these Americans went home with well whipped fannies.

Whoosh...SMACK!
"Oh...hoo...hoo..." Allison cried.
"Fourteen."
Whisshh....CRACK! A particularly hard one. Allison
jerked her head back and let own a shriek. A thin
smile appeared on Ms Klocheck's lips. She lined up the
next stroke.
Whoosh...CRACK! Allison's buttocks quivered. The red
bands were now all blurring together.
"Sixteen"

The remaining strokes were delivered with that same
hard relentless intensity. This was a real punishment.
What I had done with the paddle, I could see, had been
mild by comparison. Twenty four strokes with what
amounted to an old fashioned razor strop, thick and
supple, was a serious ass tanning, and I was sure both
Allison and Erin would feel the strap's heat for days
to come.

I did have to admit that the strapping had been
delivered with efficiency and precision. Ms Klocheck
knew what she was doing. She stood to the right side
and measured her distance. She ran the strap through
her her left palm before drawing it back behind her
and swinging it up and down in a wide arc. Each
searing lick was right on target, each one producing a
loud Crack! that reverberated off of the hard walls of
the room. The awful smacking sounds were interspersed
with Allison's hisses, wails and moans. The whole
thing was over in 5 minutes. It must have been the
longest 5 minutes of Allison's life, though.

When they let her up she could hardly stand. Her face
was contorted in pain, tears streaming down. She
sobbed in soft hiccupping gulps. They shuffled Allison
to the side, and slipped the gown over her head. Mrs
Morris turned her gaze on Erin.

"Miss Hand, remove your gown please."

Erin's frightened eyes darted to the two of us as she
dropped her gown to the floor.

"Place her on the punishment bench," intoned Mrs
Morris. Erin's guard assisted her in assuming the face
down bottoms up position that exposed her seat so
vulnerably. Matron Klochek waited patiently, strap in
hand.

Erin's whipping was a carbon copy of Allison's, except
that Erin wriggled more. The pain of each smack of the
strap must have been atrocious judging from Erin's
wails which grew more and more frantic with each lick
delivered by the strong right arm of the formidable
Anna Klochek. Whoosh...SMACK! Whoosh...SMACK!  I
wondered if she enjoyed this. I think so. Her face
beamed with an expression of both determination and a
sort of grim joy. She was sweating, her face and arms
bearing a light sheen of moisture. She would
occasinally break rhythym to brush back an errant lock
of hair. After each painful smack we observed Erin
grinding her hips into the pad of the bench in a vain
attempt to assuage the pain. Erin's fanny was smaller
and more compact than Allison's. It didn't jiggle as
much as each hard shot impacted the writhing cheeks. I
wondered if it hurt her more than Allison.
Whoosh...SMACK! "Owwwww."  Whoosh...SMACK!
"Aiii....ahhhh...". These were the only sounds heard
in the room for the five full minutes that it took to
administer 24 strokes with the licky strap. Nobody in
the room moved or said a word as all eyes fastened on
the chastiser and the chastised acting out their duet
of pain.

When all 24 licks had been duly administered, Mrs
Morris nodded to Matron Klocheck who was by now,
almost breathless. She had outdone herself. Both girls
had been given a bare bottom licking to rival the
efforts of the burliest male prison guard. The
buttocks of both girls had been tanned to a livid red,
almost purple. They were both sobbing with pain and
humiliation from the ordeal. At least it was over.

"Take them back down to the infirmary," said Mrs
Morris. Turning to Harriet and me she said, "We will
bring their clothes to them there. They will be
released, after Miss Pemberton's birching, which is
due to begin in 15 minutes."

"Anna," she said, turning to the blonde matron who had
so thoroughly whipped the wriggling bottoms of our
clients, "please escort Ms Reeves and her colleague to
the yard."

She told us to follow her. We caught up with her and
walked three abreast down a long corridor.

"Did you have to hit them so hard?" challenged
Harriet. Anna Klochek stopped. She looked at Harriet
with a hard glare. "Of course. It's my job to punish.
And I punish very thoroughly," she said with a thin
smile. "I believe that our punishment should drive the
culprit beyond the limits of her ability to bear
it--it should break her completely. Only then will she
be truly sorry for her crime."

"Well, it's obvious you tried," said Harriet huffily.

"Perhaps you protest too much, Ms Reeves. They had it
coming. They got a, what do you call it, good 'trip to
the woodshed' today. However, the day isn't over....
and Ms Reeves," she said with a cruel smile,

"Yes."

"You haven't seen anything yet."




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