Island Justice, a novella
Chapter 3
On Monday I didn't waste any time. I contacted Harriet Reeves, a law school
classmate of mine. And a friend. I had heard from someone that she had actually
moved to St John's and set up a practice there. We had almost had a thing going
once, but I was young and carefree and I guess I wasn't ready for the type of
commitment she wanted. Chalk it up to bad timing. So she had become engaged to
Frank, another law student. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in years, but she was
glad to hear from me.
"Rollin, wow, what brings you to these parts? Getting tired of all that Ohio
Valley winter weather? Come on down!" Hearing Harriet's voice brought back sweet
memories and made me wonder what the hell I had been thinking to let her get
away? A real sweetheart. Too bad she had to go and marry Frank.
"God, Harriet, you sound great. Island life must be treating you well."
We caught up with each other for awhile. I was surprised to hear that Frank was
out of the picture. "Frank was never here. I came down here after the divorce.
This place isn't cosmopolitan enough for Frank." We caught up some more before I
got around to telling him what the problem was.
"Whew! That's not a good situation. I'll see what your niece's friend was
charged with exactly, but I must tell you that they come down on drug use very
hard here. Stuff that would get you a slap on the wrist in the states will get
you some serious time here. I'll call you back."
Well I didn't know if drugs would get you just a slap on the wrist around
here--it might get you lots of slaps somewhere else, though. I dug into office
work as I waited for Harry to call back. Jane was her usual chipper self this
morning, but I began to notice, as my drafts came back, a lot of errors. I began
to get annoyed. Then she switched letters, putting one to the client in the
envelope addressed to my opposing counsel and vice versa. What the hell....?
"Jane, can you come in here?"
"Right away boss." Jane strolled in notebook in hand. I noted the sexy librarian
look--hair in a bun, white blouse, dark tight, and very short, skirt. She looked
flustered.
"Jane what is this? Your work today has been sloppy as hell and we almost had a
disaster with this switched letter." Jane stood there twisting her hands like a
schoolgirl in the principal's office.
"I'm sorry boss, I just can't concentrate today."
"Well, you'd better start," I sad gruffly. "We can't have a screwup like you
almost made. I could be sued for malpractice! Pay attention to what you're
doing." I was sorry to have to bark at her like that, but I was peeved. She
hastily retreated and I noted the sexy wiggle of her rear--set into motion by
those 3" heels no doubt.
Then Harriet called back. "It's not good," she reported. "Your niece's friend,
one Susan Pemberton was arrested for possession with intent to distribute. The
penalty can be up to 3 years in jail."
"How can this be? Erin told me they only had an ounce of pot each."
"Yeah, well, that's the rub. When your niece and her friend left, they left
their stuff with Susan, so when she was nabbed the total stash was presumed to
be hers. Anything over one ounce, they presume you're going to sell some, so
they charged her with a distribution rap."
"You mean to tell me that if all three of these girls had been caught at the
same time that the charge would be possession only?"
"Yep. And the sentence doesn't involve jail time---although it's not very
pleasant. See, St John's has a CP law like a few of the states. For some minor
crimes the penalty is a flogging, then release."
"A flogging? How do they do it?"
"When St Johns put this law in place they decided to make the whipping an old
world punishment. So they went back to the English tradition. Men get what is
called "upper discipline" which is a lashing at a whipping post with a
cat-o-nine-tails delivered on the back. Women get "lower discipline" which is a
birching like the kind used oh--I don't know, way back when--in the days of Moll
Flanders or something. I know they had something like this on some British isles
until the 50's. They use a bunch of switches bound together and the strokes are
applied to the ..er...bottom...which is quite bare at the time."
Yeouch! A bundle of switches. "How many do they get? Strokes I mean."
"For drug possession like this, 2 or 3 dozen. There is some discretion on the
part of the court. I've been told it is very painful and the weals take time to
heal. But they did make one change. The implements that are used are lighter by
design so that there is less trauma to the skin. You may have heard that the old
Isle Of Man birch was a pretty fearsome scourge, and I've heard it was. So they
rejected that and opted for a lighter thinner birch, but proportionately
increased the number of strokes so that the pain of the punishment was pretty
intense. And it lasts longer. I've one client who was birched. She said that the
sting was really intense, burning. But she was ok afterwards. This woman Susan,
how old is she?"
I told Harriet she was 21. That was why the girls had gone with her. It was her
boyfriend who had the place down there--or his family did. He told me that made
her an adult. The penalty was 3 years in jail.
Also, I thought about this. If the three of them had been equally responsible
they would have been charged with simple possession. They would have been
flogged, but they could have walked, with no jail time. For a young woman in her
last year of college, the thought of spending three years in jail must be pretty
devastating. I suddenly had an idea that came from some old movie I'd seen on
cable.
"Harriet, has Susan gone to trial yet?"
"Er, no, it comes up soon though."
"What if Susan's two friends, Erin and Allison were to come back to St Johns,
admit responsibility, and testify that 2/3 of the pot was theirs?"
Harriet thought a minute. "They'd all be guilty of possession of less than an
ounce....I see where you are going, it might work. If that's the case they could
plead out. But do they know what they are getting into? If the prosecutor
accepts the plea, he will no doubt invoke the CP law. They would all have to
take floggings for the possession charges. Will they do that for their friend?"
"They might, but would they be subject to punishment as adults? These girls are
18."
"That puts them in a different category. Juveniles are treated more leniently."
That sounded better. "Like how much more leiniently?"
"Under 21, the strokes are given with the correctional strap and it's privately
done in a special room at the prison. Only the wardess actually giving the
strapping, the warden, the prisoner's attorney and a medical officer and guards
are allowed to be present. I had a couple of juvenile clients who got it, so I
know. I had to learn the procedure."
"What? Well what happens to adults?"
"Oh. That's outside in the prison courtyard. Every con with a window gets to see
it. As do all the prison personnel and any dignitary who cares to show up. There
is a scaffold with a whipping post in the middle of the yard. It's like Tyburn,
Lord Jeffries, the bloody assizes.... only without the gallows."
"Sounds intimidating."
"Yes, let me tell you," Harriet replied, "we've got some real law and order
types that really believe in this corporal punishment treatment. They justify it
by pointing to the fact that there is no permanent damage, the criminal gets
punished and they don't have to keep building jails."
So Susan would get birched in the yard and the two girls would receive the
strap. Erin wanted to help Susan. I wondered though in light of their experience
the past weekend, if friendship went that far. In a figurative sense, Erin might
have to take that walk out to the barn for a date with the harness strap after
all. I asked Harriet to talk to Susan in jail. She had no representation.
Harriet could also sound out the prosecutor about a possible deal. I would talk
to the girls who were due to go back to UVA tommorrow.
Then it was back to work. The next glitch that day was a motion I had to file.
Jane put the wrong court in the caption. Luckily I caught it, and told her
pointedly to fix it. I felt bad about growling at her, but the sloppiness was
driving me nuts. I was surprised when at the end of the day Jane knocked on my
door.
"Can I talk to you boss?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah come in. I won't bite your head off."
"I don't know what's wrong with me today," she started, " I can't seem to
concentrate. I'm really sorry."
"It's ok," I said, "everybody has days. You're forgiven. But just be more on the
ball, ok? Stuff like you did today can be embarassing at best and disasterous at
worst."
She drew herself up and took a deep breath. "Then I think you need to give me
something to help me remember to stay focused."
"I don't have any magic pills, Jane."
"I know, but there is something you need to do," she said mysteriously, and,
seeming to have made up her mind about something, walked resolutely out. I heard
her lock the outer door. Then I heard some clattering as Jane fumbled for
something in her desk drawer. When she returned she was holding an 18" ruler.
Holding out the ruler she took a deep breath. "If you want your secretary to
stop making stupid errors, you're going to have to correct her bad habits. I
suggest you use this." He took the ruler from her hand and she turned and bent
over, hands on knees, thrusting out a delectable bottom that strained against
the confines of the tight skirt.
I looked at the cute posterior and smacked the ruler in my hand while I asked,
"This is going to help you focus on the job?"
"Yes, Boss. I promise. This lady needs a good spanking to make her mind and pay
attention."
"Well, I do want to keep you...and I don't want a repeat of today...so I guess
I'll have to give you what you need."
"Oh, yes, boss--please...and don't hold back."
"Ok, Jane, but remember you asked for this," I said as I got up and walked
around the desk, hefting the ruler. It was really too light to be a serious
punishment tool. She wasn't going to feel this much--especially over the skirt,
thin as it was. But then, it was what she wanted. A little drama. The little
minx had engineered this. I should have seen it coming. The way she flirted with
me after overhearing the call to Linnea, her "volunteering" to witness the
punishment of the girls--and showing up with that paddle, the way she had
watched the girls getting it...oh yeah..I had noticed the hard nipples straining
the front of her blouse, and finally the repeated "mistakes" she had made today,
they all convinced me that this was a setup. There was this need deep inside.
And once she had seen me deal with the girls, she must have decided to pick me
as her designated disciplinarian. Not that I minded, but I was a bit ticked
about the way she gone about it. So I was going to give her her money's worth.
I got to her side and with my left arm encircled her waist. She gave what I
would describe as a delicious shudder as I tapped the ruler against the drum
taut posterior straining against her skirt.
Then, Smack! Smack! Crack! I started whipping the ruler down on the crowns of
the proffered buttocks with firm steady strokes.
"OOh...ohh...ahhh..." Jane squeaked as the ruler splatted against her hiney.
The way Jane wiggled I knew the ruler stung through the thin skirt, which was
rayon or something. I could see the panty line of French cut panties in her
tight, bent over position. After about 20 cracks of the ruler I decided to
switch gears and get serious. Jane rose thinking we were done.
"Yeow, boss. That really stung!" she said rubbing her rear cheeks through the
thin material.
"Oh, really? Well march yourself over to that corner and face it while I go get
something." I commanded.
Jane's jaw dropped in reaction to the order. "Boss? What..?"
"Just get your little nose right in that corner!"
Jane gulped, flustered, but she moved. I went into the outer office and
retrieved her chair. It swivelled and had no arms. Dragging it into my office, I
spun it around in the center of the room and sat down. Miss Jane was about to
find out what a hot stinging spanking was all about.
"Jane, get over here." Jane reluctantly approached, hands on her hiney, still
rubbing.
I guided her around to my right side and rolled up my sleeves. Her eyes got big
as she watched. Then I looked up. "Jane, you wanted a spanking, now you're gonna
get one. The thing is, spankings are 99% more effective when given on the bare
bottom as you observed Saturday night. Now lift up your skirt."
"But boss, I..."
"Lift your skirt now or my belt is coming off!"
Jane gulped and tugged the tight skirt up. She had to shimmy a bit to get it up
over her hips. When she did, I was presented with a very nice view of a black
garter belt holding up her stockings along with French cut black silk panties.
She had obviously dressed for the occasion. I guided her over my lap until she
was jacknifed over my right knee, bottom pointed at the ceiling, hands on the
floor to my left, legs straight out to my right. Her lovely pert posterior was a
classic teardrop shape, swelling globes that spilled out of the edges of the
skimpy panties. Bands of pink caused by the ruler laddered the exposed flesh.
Jane gave a little wriggle as I rested my hand on her left cheek cupping it.
"Ok, Jane, lift up a bit." She groaned with embarassment but lifted her hips. I
tugged down the little panties until they fluttered at her ankles. Clamping my
arm over her back and pulling her closer I said, "Jane, I am now going to give
you something that will help your concentration immensely. Remember this when
you are sitting at your desk tommorrow."
Jane managed to choke a quavering, "yes, boss."
Then I started to spank. The smacks were deliberate and firm. I alternated
sides. Smack! left cheek. Smack! right cheek. The bottomcheeks giggled. Jane
made little yipping noises as the spanks rained down. I stepped up the pace a
bit, peppering her nude fanny with smacks that echoed off the walls. She
wriggled. She drummed her feet on the floor. "Ow, boss...
Smack!...yeow...Smack!...ooh that one hurt...Smack! crack!...please, it
stings...really! Smack! Spank! Whap! I gave her a long rapid-fire barrage of
crisp hard spanks that bounced off her well reddened buns. "Owwwweeeee!" She
yelled arching her back and lifting her feet off the floor. Then I slowed down.
Smack! "Do you think this will help Jane?" Smack! "Will you really try to avoid
thoughtless mistakes?" Smack!
"Ow...ow...ow! Yes boss. Please stop now?"
"Ten more good hard ones Jane to really drive the point home," I said rubbing
the beet-red globes. Smack! Smack! Smack! Just as I raised my hand again, I
heard a key in the lock and the door was pushed open. There stood a middle-aged
Hispanic lady in a bluish smock with a large wastebasket on a trolley. The
cleaning lady! Shit!
Jane, however, maintained her composure. She lifted her head, and said very
straightforwardly, "We are having a private conference, now. Could you please
come back later?"
The cleaning lady, her eyes bulging out of their sockets, nodded dumbly, crossed
herself and backed out of the room, closing the door. We heard the clattering of
her cart as it receded down the hall.
"Where were we?" I said. Unbelieveable.
"That was three," said Jane. She was looking back at me tearfully. "You were
going to give me ten."
"I think under the circumstances, we are finished, Jane."
There was silence for a moment, then Jane said in a small voice, "I think you
should finish boss...finish what you said."
Better give the lady what she needs, I thought, and I laid on 7 more hard
stingers that had Jane gasping and writhing over my lap.
Jane moaned softly as I rubbed her flaming hiney. I could see glistening in the
furry patch between her legs. She responded to my caress by humping her hips up
and down. My fingers found her warm wetness and she moaned louder, "Oh, yes,
bossss....please."
I slipped one finger in---then two. With my encircling arm I reached around and
found her clit. Massaging her clitty with one hand and finger-fucking her with
the other, it wasn't long before she shuddered in a violent wracking orgasm.
I let her slip to the floor on her knees. She moaned softly massaging her
inflamed rear and rested her head in my lap. Then she brought her hands up,
lifted her head and deftly reached for my zipper. She pulled my zipper down and
reached in to grasp my penis which by this time was as hard as a rock and
threatening to burst from the confines of my pants. She pulled it, and it popped
out, pointing straight up. Jane regarded it for a moment. Then she raised her
head and looked wistfully into my eyes. "Shall I go ahead boss? I think you need
this after giving me such a throrough spanking---and what you you did after." I
nodded and she lowered her head to the turgid shaft. A shock wave of pure
pleasure passed through me as I felt her lips engage the head. Then it slipped
between those lips and slid into her warm wet mouth. She sucked in long slow
pulls at first, dragging her lips the length of my shaft before letting it
nearly pop out of her sweet mouth before doing it again. Then she sort of bobbed
up and down and swirled her tongue around. She sucked harder after awhile and
the bobbing motion became faster. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as
my accomplished fellatrix worked her lips and tongue on my cock. I gripped her
shoulders as I started to cum. I thought I would rise up out of the chair, I
came so hard. Jane kept her head down and gulped the gism that filled her mouth.
When it was over I slumped back in the chair. Jane rocked back on her heels for
a moment, then in a very businesslike way, rose, adjusted her clothing, and
stood before me. "Boss, I..." she started, but I interrupted her. "It's ok,
Jane---look neither one of us knew..."
"But Boss, I did. I knew from Saturday night. I wanted you to treat me like your
niece and her friend--I was so turned on by you spanking them...I wanted to see
for myself," she said haltingly, eyes downcast. The admission shamed her.
"It's ok Jane," I reassured her but at the same time I thought, what does this
mean now? "Jane, I have to ask you--do you still want to work for me?"
"Oh, yes! I do. And I'll really do my best, not like today. But boss?" she said
questioningly. "Yes?" I lifted my eyebrows. "If I really do screw up...you
can...what I mean is...I want you to punish me. Will you?"
"After tonight, I don't see any other way, " I smiled. "And Jane,..."
"Yes, Boss?"
"Bring that paddle of yours to work with you tommorrow, ok?"
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