  |
Back to Chapter 1
Chapter 2 � Kim's first punishment
Kim
was emotionally drained the following morning. She kept on hoping
everything was somehow an awful nightmare and at some point she would
wake up. She used the chamber-pot and then sat sadly on her mattress
wondering what horrible things would be done to her today. That panel
the day before had mentioned a trial.
The cell door opened. A guard cuffed Kim's hands behind her back and led
her down the long corridor, which once again was filled with people.
Once again dozens of eyes looked over Kim's exposed body as she was led
down the hallway. The guard took her up two flights of stairs to the
reception area of a small office. He then forced Kim into a kneeling
position in front of two young secretaries and left her there.
The secretaries quietly talked to each other about the young American
prisoner as she silently knelt in front of them. The two Danubians
didn't do or say anything to deliberately humiliate Kim, but the
embarrassment of having to kneel handcuffed and naked in front of two
women her own age and be the subject of their discussion was
overwhelming.
After about five minutes the door of the main office opened. A
well-dressed middle-aged man appeared. He had a quiet, determined
appearance about him, and an expression that was kinder than the
expression of anyone else Kim had talked to since her arrest.
"You are Kimberly Lee, the American?"
"Yes sir."
"Very Well. My name is Vladim Dukov. Allow me to assist you."
With that the man pulled out a key and unhooked Kim's handcuffs. He
helped her stand up.
"Let us go to my office."
A secretary entered ahead of them and spread a small towel on a padded
chair facing a large desk. Next to the chair was a small table with some
breakfast rolls, a jar of jam, several pieces of fruit, and a pot of
tea. Kim suddenly remembered she had not eaten for nearly 24 hours and
looked longingly at the food.
"That food is for you. Please. Sit and eat."
The Danubian official sat quietly watching Kim while she ate. Once the
prisoner had eaten the majority of the food on her table Dukov remarked:
"A man does not think well on an empty stomach. Is that not true for a
woman as well, Kimberly?"
"Y�Yes sir�that's true. Thank you, sir."
"Good. Now pour yourself some tea and we can discuss what you must
confront today."
Once Kim poured the tea the Danubian official spoke again.
"As I stated before, my name is Vladim Dukov. My title is translated as
'Spokesman for the Criminal', although you might understand it better if
I told you I am a public defense council and parole officer. Under our
law there is a difference, but you need not be bothered with that detail
right now. However, you will understand that under the laws and protocol
of my country, my colleagues and I must be referred to under our title
'Spokesman', or "Spokeswoman', as appropriate. The title in Danubian is
'Advokakt' or 'Advokaktna'."
"Sir...uh, Spokesman, you're going to defend me�like�in court?"
"In a matter of speaking I will defend you�in court. My responsibility
to you is to explain to the judge any circumstances or facts that
contradict the arguments presented by the prosecutor. Any facts that
contradict the statements made by the prosecutor must be considered by
the judge. It also is my responsibility to present any facts in court
that would promote leniency in your sentence. You, Kimberly, have a
difficult, but very interesting case."
Kim fought back the urge to cry. "Sir�Spokesman...Mr. Dukov�I was just
smoking a joint! That's all I was doing! It was just some pot�that we
got in Amsterdam!"
"Kimberly�please. First of all...allow me to ask you: are we in
Amsterdam right now? Do you think this country is part of the
Netherlands?"
"No�no Spokesman. It's not the Netherlands."
"You are correct, this is not the Netherlands. The Dutch can do as they
see fit. If they choose to destroy themselves with drugs, so be it. We,
the citizens of the Grand Duchy, have chosen a different path for our
society. All drug use is severely punished. Now, young lady, another
question for you. Where were you smoking your 'pot' as you say it?"
"In the park behind the old temple."
"That is your second problem. That land is not 'just a park'. It is the
Sacred Ground of the Guardian Spirits, the spirits of the ancestors who
have protected our land for 5,000 years. You defiled our country's
ancestors by choosing that location to commit your crime."
"Sir�uh, Spokesman Dukov...I didn't know�"
"Yes�yes. You are an ignorant foreigner, how could you know? You
Americans do not know very much, do you?"
Kim's heart sank. Even her defense attorney was disgusted by her
actions.
"You have a much bigger problem, Kimberly. There were 432 grams of
marijuana stored in your personal backpack. That is a significant
amount."
"Spokesman, it belonged to all three of us, and Tiff's boyfriend. But we
weren�t selling it, honest. We just wanted to make sure we didn't run
out before we got back to Amsterdam."
"We�meaning..."
"Me, Tiffany and Susan."
Dukov�s expression changed slightly at Kim�s last comment. She noticed
him looking intensely into her eyes, as though trying to gauge how
honest she was being with him.
"So�that marijuana belonged to all of you."
"Yes, Spokesman."
"Who conducted the purchase of the marijuana�in Amsterdam?"
"Tiffany�Spokesman�uh�actually it was her boyfriend."
Again Dukov looked hard into Kim�s eyes, as she returned his stare with
a puzzled expression. Dukov's demeanor suddenly became very irritated.
He quickly picked up the phone, dialed, and started talking rapidly in
Danubian. Kim made out the words "amerikanki", "pasp�rti", "Tiffany",
"Susan", "Amsterdam", and "maragana". The Spokesman made another call,
waited impatiently, and then spoke a few lines in Danubian. His tone of
voice became very exasperated as he snapped:
�Nad Pr�gu?! Yak onetta �dalak nad Pr�gu?!�
After he angrily hung up, Dukov called in his two secretaries and issued
several orders. He then wrote a series of notes. Finally he calmed down,
folded his hands and addressed Kim again.
"Kimberly, you must understand the facts of the charges against you
before we enter the courtroom. I will make no effort to refute that you
were smoking marijuana behind the Temple. That fact is indisputable and
for that you will be sentenced and punished. Also, a city police officer
retrieved 432 grams of marijuana from a backpack that you acknowledged
belongs to you. You acknowledge that you knew that marijuana was present
in the backpack when you entered the Duchy. That fact is also
indisputable and for it you will be sentenced and punished. However, I
will challenge the other charges. I also will tell you the prosecutor
has behaved irresponsibly in this case, and I will discuss his failings
in court. On your behalf I will attempt to use the prosecutor's failings
to seek leniency for you."
"Spokesman�what�"
One of Dukov's secretaries entered at that moment with several folders.
Dukov took them and turned to Kim.
"That is enough, Miss Lee. Now you must clean up and prepare yourself
for trial. The criminals' bathroom is over there. You must shower. There
is an unused toothbrush on the sink. Use it."
Once Kim was cleaned up she wrapped her hair in a towel and her body in
another towel. She entered Dukov's office, expecting that he would have
some clothes ready for her to change into before they left for the
courtroom. Instead Dukov looked up at Kim with a very irritated
expression.
"Remove those towels. Immediately."
"Spokesman�"
"It is prohibited. You are violating your status as a prisoner of the
Duchy. You may not cover your body."
Kim gasped as she let the towels fall to the floor. "Sir�what about my
court appearance? I can't�"
"You will be naked at your trial, Kimberly. That is the custom in our
country. It has been that way for over 1,000 years. You shamed yourself
by choosing to commit a crime on our soil, and that shame will be there
for the world to see."
The naked people�the ones with the collars! So there was the answer to
Kim's question, they were convicted criminals! And she was about to go
on trial�and be convicted!
"Oh my God�Spokesman�Mr. Dukov�please, I can't�"
"Kimberly, that is enough from you. You are now a prisoner of the Duchy.
You face conviction on two charges, and possibly more. This reality is
now your life, and you must accept it. I will seek leniency, but I
cannot change the fact that you violated our laws and must now face the
consequences."
One of the secretaries poked her head through the door to tell her boss
that the court guard had arrived to take Kim to her trial.
"Kimberly, you must now kneel and present yourself to the guard. When he
takes you to the courtroom, Tatiana and I will accompany you."
With that the guard handcuffed Kim and led her out of the police
station. The courthouse was on the other side of a large plaza. Kim felt
sick as the guard led her across the open area and dozens of passersby
stared at her in the open sunlight. Alongside her walked Dukov and his
secretary Tatiana. About halfway across the plaza Kim had a slight
shock, she ran into the naked waiter from the restaurant where she had
eaten the previous day. He stared at her in amazement, wondering what
she had done to be going on trial, just 24 hours after she had been a
customer at his restaurant.
The guard led Kim into an ornate 19th Century courthouse and into a huge
chamber full of police officers, medical students, law students,
reporters, cameramen, and various witnesses. Kim recognized the
onlookers who had been present at her arrest, as well as the doctor and
his 20 students who had analyzed her urine and blood. The three members
of the arraignment panel were sitting near the judge's chair towards the
front of the chamber, as were the cops who had arrested Kim and searched
her belongings. There must have been at least 200 people in the room
altogether.
About 5 meters in front of the judge's chair there was a raised
platform. Kim rightly assumed that once the trial began she would be
ordered to stand on it.
The guard led Kim to a worn spot in the ornate carpet covering the floor
about halfway between the back door of the chamber and the platform. He
unhooked her handcuffs and ordered her to kneel. Dukov stood next to
her, holding several folders in his hands.
Kim looked around. To her horror she noticed two television cameras
pointing in her direction. Several reporters flashed their cameras at
her. It was obvious this trial was going to be a sensation, because Kim
was an American. Dukov swallowed and cleared his throat. Kim could tell
that he was somewhat nervous. He had not expected the trial to draw so
much public interest. He bent down and spoke to her:
"Kimberly, when the judge comes in everyone will stand and salute him,
except you. You must kneel forward and put your forehead to the carpet.
You will stay that way until the judge orders you to step forward. You
will climb the platform and assume the prisoner's stance. That means you
must stand with your legs spread and your hands behind your head. No
matter who else is talking, you must remain in that position, facing the
judge. I will translate anything you need to know or any answers you
need to provide the court."
Kim nodded and choked back her tears. She couldn't believe this! It just
kept getting worse and worse! The only shred of hope she clung to was
her no-nonsense defense attorney, who seemed genuinely interested in
helping her as much as possible.
The
judge entered the chamber. The entire room shouted "Doc-doc Danube!" and
everyone put their right fist against their left shoulder, the Danubian
way of saluting a public official. As instructed Kim knelt forward and
placed her hands on the worn carpet, her forehead touching the ground.
She felt the cool air of the courtroom blowing against her exposed
vagina and bottom. The tears rolled down the bridge of her nose and onto
the carpet.
Kim heard the prosecutor's voice as he read the charges against her.
Then she heard the judge's voice and Dukov's response. The Spokesman
tapped his client's shoulder and pointed at the platform. Kim walked to
it and climbed the steps, finding herself standing about a meter and a
half above the ground. Reluctantly she spread her legs and put her hands
behind her head. Four spotlights shined on her from different
directions. She heard the murmurings of the spectators and saw the
flashes of reporters' cameras.
At first the only people speaking were witnesses for the prosecution.
The female cop who made the initial arrest and her partner spoke first,
followed by other witnesses from the Temple area. Then came testimony
from the police doctor and three of his students. Finally the
arraignment tribunal members spoke, the woman holding up the damning bag
of marijuana and Kim's t-shirt with the marijuana insignia. The
prosecutor seemed quite smug and at ease with his case, while Dukov
stood quietly scribbling furiously into a notepad.
After two hours, Kim's body was starting to cramp badly, and she
wondered how much longer she could stay in her position. Just as Kim
felt like she was going to faint, the judge stood up. Suddenly Dukov
whispered desperately "Kimberly! Quick! You must kneel!" Kim just made
it to the platform on her knees when the entire room exploded with
"Doc-doc Danube!"
Dukov ordered Kim to get up and passed her a glass of water. Kim felt
despair that Dukov had not yet said anything to contradict the
witnesses, but she drank and tried to regain her composure.
"Spokesman�Mr. Dukov�how come you're not saying anything?"
"Kimberly, those witnesses are telling the truth as they saw it. I am
not here to refute the truth. I am here to confront the prosecutor's
mistakes."
"What mistakes, Spokesman?"
"The two most important witnesses are missing, your two friends. They
left the country last night. It is quite unfair you should go on trial
and they should not."
"What!? They were released? But, why them and not me?"
"Because they told the arraignment panel the same story; they knew
nothing about the marijuana you were carrying."
"But�but it was Tiffany who bought it�she�was the one who put it in my
backpack!"
"That is the folly of the prosecutor. He released her and your other
friend based on her statement, and did not talk to you first."
Suddenly Kim felt even sicker. Tiffany and Susan had left her! They lied
to the Danubian police, just to save themselves at her expense! No
wonder she was facing charges as a drug trafficker!
"I was very angry when I found out your friends had been released,"
continued Dukov, "very angry indeed, because I was unable to talk to
them about you. Neither the prosecutor nor the arraignment panel
consulted with me about your friends. If they claimed you were the only
one carrying the drugs and then were allowed to leave, I needed to
know."
"They actually said that I was the only one?"
"What they claimed was they did not know what was in your backpack, and
that neither of them knew you smoked marijuana. That they were very
surprised."
"No! They couldn't have done that! We're friends!"
"Well, the fact remains, you are here on trial and they, by now, are in
Prague. How else do you think they made it out?"
Kim felt like she had been punched in the chest. She had known Tiffany
and Susan since middle school. They had spent the last five years
together constantly. She had shared things with them that she never
could share with anyone else. And now they had done this to her! Kim sat
crying while Dukov reviewed his notes.
"Doc-doc Danube!" Kim scrambled to get into her kneeling position on top
of her platform as the rest of the room saluted the judge. The judge
read over some procedural issues and then ordered his client to stand.
Dukov relayed the order in English and Kim resumed her position on top
of the platform, legs apart and hands behind her head. The judge then
called the Spokesman for the Criminal to speak up on her behalf.
Dukov spoke at length, consulting his notes and several folders. Kim
heard the words Tiffany, Susan, and Amsterdam mentioned over and over.
The crowd started to murmur, and out of the corner of her eye she could
see both the prosecutor and the arraignment panel fidget uncomfortably.
The judge asked the prosecutor several questions, which he answered
sullenly. The judge did not appear satisfied with the prosecutor's
responses, and shook his head. The judge then looked at Kim and directed
a question at her. Dukov translated.
"They are about to pronounce the sentence. He wants to know if you have
anything to say to the court. If you do, get on your knees before you
speak."
Kim did have something to say. She knelt and spoke in English: "Your
Honor, the only thing I have to say to this court and to the people of
this city, is that I am very sorry for what I did behind the Temple. I
have insulted your ancestors and I ask you and them to forgive me."
After Dukov translated there was a murmur of approval from the audience,
at least this ignorant foreigner was willing to recognize her mistakes.
The judge made some notes and finally pronounced the verdict, which
Dukov translated. Due to the negligence of the prosecutor and the
premature release of Tiffany and Susan, the court was unable to convict
Kim of drug trafficking. As expected, Kim was found guilty of possession
of marijuana and the public use of marijuana. However, the judge
surprised the entire court by declaring Kim innocent of violation of the
Sanctity of the Ancients.
"She has sought the forgiveness of the Ancients, and I believe that
request was sincere. For that trespass she repented, and the Ancients
will hear that request."
Dukov was enormously pleased when he heard Kim's sentence, while the
prosecutor tightened his lips in disgust. For a drug conviction in Upper
Danubia it was extremely lenient.
"Item One: The American Kimberly Lee will wear the criminal's collar for
two years. The collar will identify her as a criminal, monitor her
movements, and alert the police should she try to leave this city. For
the next two years the American Kimberly Lee is prohibited from
traveling more than 10 kilometers from this courthouse."
"Item Two: For the duration of her sentence the American Kimberly Lee is
prohibited from covering any part of her body with any article of
clothing. She has disgraced herself and our city with her actions, and
the American Kimberly Lee's disgrace will be shown to the world as a
result of this sentence."
"Item Three: Finally, the American Kimberly Lee will receive four
vigorous punishments on the naked buttocks with a standard leather
switch. One of the punishments will be given in this chamber immediately
at the closing of this hearing, the others will be given on this date in
the Central Police Station six months from now, 12 months from now, and
18 months from now. The arresting officer will administer all four
punishments."
Kim gasped as Dukov translated the court's punishment to her. When he
noticed her horrified expression he tried to reassure her.
"Kimberly, this sentence is very lenient, almost nothing. Under our laws
you could have been sentenced to five years of wearing the collar, plus
a switching every three months for the possession charge. Had you been
convicted of drug trafficking, you would have received 20 years, plus
the switch every 30 days."
Two years of wearing a collar? Two years in the nude? Four "vigorous
punishments on the naked buttocks"? That was lenient? No wonder Upper
Danubia has no crime, thought Kim to herself.
"Kimberly, you are now convicted and sentenced. You must come down and
kneel before the judge's table."
Once Kim was kneeling on the floor, the judge issued another command. A
man in a white doctor's gown walked up to Kim and put a measuring tape
around her neck. He checked the pulse of her jugular vein and wrote down
the measurement from the tape. He left and shortly returned with a
device that looked something like an enormous pair of salad tongs. He
slipped the tong-device over Kim's head and closed it around her neck.
He checked to make sure the device would not pinch the criminal's skin,
and then clamped it shut. There was a faint hiss and a dull click. When
the man opened the device and moved it away, Kim had a criminal's collar
around her neck. The collar would be the only item she would be
permitted to wear for the next two years. She now was marked as a
convicted criminal by a collar that was virtually indestructible.
Kim's hand involuntarily went to her neck. She fingered the collar, the
cruel item that now set her apart from who she had been before her
arrest. The uncompromising feel of the cold metal on her neck echoed
Dukov's words earlier in the morning: "This reality is now your life,
and you must accept it."
The final part of Criminal # 98945's appearance in court was to be a
"vigorous punishment by a standard leather switch" on her exposed
bottom. Several court attendants opened the sides of the prisoner's
trial platform and collapsed it, revealing a very solidly built table.
The table had several straps attached to its top and legs. Kim glanced
over at it in terror. Momentarily she would be bent over that table,
with her arms and legs immobilized by those straps.
Dukov spoke again to the judge, who answered and nodded. The Spokesman
then turned to his client.
"Kimberly, I managed to reduce the number of corporal punishments you
will receive to four, but right now you must submit to one of those
punishments."
"Yes�Spokesman Dukov"
"I will explain to you what will happen. The officer who arrested you
will strike you with a leather switch. You will receive 50 strokes.
Usually those strokes are concentrated on the criminal's bottom, but the
officer also has the right to punish the criminal's thighs or shoulders.
I will witness the switching. If I believe you risk injury I can order
the officer to redirect the punishment to some other part of your body.
That is the only way I may assist you. I am not allowed to order the
officer to reduce the severity or number of strokes."
Kim sobbed and nodded.
"You must understand that the arresting officer is the one who decides
most of the details of your punishment. She can take as long as she
wants to administer the 50 strokes, she may humiliate you, and she is
allowed to touch you where she pleases. My only authority is to prevent
any serious injury."
Kim shook with terror. Perhaps Dukov had gotten his client leniency by
reducing the number of times she would have to face the switch, but that
would not make the remaining switchings any less painful. The Spokesman
continued:
"The judge will ask the officer if she is ready to administer your
punishment. She will say yes, and once she does, I will bring you to
her. She will touch your shoulder with the switch. That is the signal
you must kneel before her and kiss the toes of her shoes. Once you have
done that, I will release custody of you to her. Then she and her
partner will strap you to the table and she will whip you. What happens
after that is entirely up to the officer, as long as I do not think you
risk injury."
Kim remained silent.
"Kimberly, do you understand all that?"
"Yes Spokesman."
"Once you have received your 50th stroke, the officer will undo your
straps and order you to stand up. She will bring you before the judge
and present your backside for him to verify that the punishment was
properly administered. Once he certifies the punishment was properly
administered, you will kneel before the officer and thank her for
disciplining you. Once you have done that, she will release you back
into my custody."
Kim nodded. She looked up at the officer and her partner. The Danubian
woman's eyes shined with anticipation. She had a wicked smile on her
face. This was her big chance, the public punishment of the first
American in Upper Danubia in over three years, and the punishment of the
first Asian girl ever. Oh yes�she would show this spoiled little rich
drug-using American a thing or two.
The cop and her partner stood at attention before the judge. The judge
raised his hand and the two officers shouted "Doc-doc Danube!" at they
moved their right fists to their left shoulders in salute of the
official. The face of the young Danubian cop was bursting with
enthusiasm. The judge asked the cop if she was ready to administer the
sentence. The cop responded by pulling the switch from her belt and
slashing viciously through the air. "Doc!"
With that Dukov took his client's arm and guided her over to where the
two police officers were standing. He and the female cop stood
face-to-face and saluted each other. He stepped back and the cop stepped
directly in front of Kim. She had a truly wicked smile on her face and
cruel look in her eyes. She touched the criminal's shoulder with her
switch. As directed Kim knelt and kissed the officer's shoes. The
officer then tapped her shoulder with the switch to signal that she
needed to stand up.
Again the officer looked into Kim's eyes with her evil expression. She
flexed the switch in her hands.
"Now I hurt you, Maragana Girl. Now I much hurt you. You much cry."
Kim
was more terrified than ever, but suddenly she felt a strong desire to
not give that bitchy cop what she wanted. There was something about the
cop's sadistic behavior and terrible English that irritated Kim,
something that made her want to fight and resist as much as possible. I
will not 'much cry', thought Kim to herself, no, I won't give her the
satisfaction.
The two cops took the criminal�s arms and guided her over the platform.
They buckled the straps that immobilized Kim's wrists, and then secured
her waist and ankles. Kim closed her eyes and tried to nerve herself for
the ordeal that lay ahead.
The cop did not begin the switching right away. She was fascinated by
the soft brown skin of Criminal # 98945's exposed bottom. The two cops
ran their hands over Kim's bottom-cheeks and up and down her thighs. The
female reached between Kim's legs to fondle her vagina, then she stepped
back to let her partner explore that part of her. The female then
pressed her hands to Kim's bottom and forced her bottom-cheeks apart.
The two cops took a good long look at the American�s exposed
bottom-hole.
Kim looked over at Dukov. He was not pleased by the cops' treatment of
his client, but there was nothing he could do about it. Because he had
formally released custody of Criminal # 98945, the cops were perfectly
within their rights fondling and humiliating her.
Finally the initial part of Kim's punishment ended when the cops grew
tired of exploring and fondling her body. The female cop put her face
close to the American's and whispered into her ear:
"Maragana Girl, you now much cry."
The female stepped behind Kim, moved to her side, tapped her bottom
lightly with the switch, and laid a vicious stroke across her bottom.
Instantly the pain seared into Kim's body and rapidly intensified.
Criminal # 98945 gasped and gritted her teeth, but managed to suppress a
scream. She breathed heavily, but stayed quiet. The cop was surprised.
She had struck the American with one of her best strokes but did not
receive the scream she had anticipated. The American was resisting!
The female cop traced the rising welt marking the foreigner�s bottom
with her fingertips. She then stepped back and delivered another vicious
blow, immediately beneath the first welt. The girl's entire body shook
and she was breathing hard, but still she managed to stay quiet. The cop
struck a third time, and a fourth. Kim bit her lip hard and the tears
were rolling down her cheeks, but still, she had managed to stay quiet.
The cop was both irritated and embarrassed that Kim was resisting her.
She had been under the impression that the foreign drug addict was a
weakling and that the slightest touch of the leather would set her off
screaming uncontrollably. Instead the "Maragana Girl" was holding up
very well, as well as any Danubian criminal. The cop struck again, and
then decided to change tactics.
In rapid succession the cop laid five vicious strokes on the criminal's
right bottom cheek, then five vicious strokes on her left bottom cheek,
concentrating the full force of the switch on one bottom-cheek at a
time. As the pain mounted Kim's face became discolored with pain and her
expression distorted from the agony she was enduring. Her entire world
was reduced to the savage sensations coming from her exposed bottom, but
her hatred of that cop and her determination to resist drove her to stay
silent. Kim pressed her forehead against the surface of the table in an
effort to suppress her screams. Her loud breathing and shaking body
indicated that she truly was suffering, but still she managed to resist.
The majority of the court bystanders now sympathized with Kim. The young
criminal's simple and heartfelt apology for the Temple incident warmed
many hearts to her, and her determination to resist her punishment only
increased her audience's liking of her. Kim did not realize it, but
already, on the very first day of her sentence, she was well on her way
to thinking like a Danubian.
Ultimately, however, everyone in the courtroom knew that at some point
Kim would have to break. She had received only 15 strokes out of 50, and
the cop had all the time in the world maximize the effect of the
remaining 35. She could continue to rub and fondle Kim as much as she
wanted. Kim would break, it was just a matter of when.
The cop decided to change her tactics yet again and laid a series of 10
strokes across both of Kim's bottom-cheeks, waiting a full minute
between each one. The cop waited patiently for the mounting pain and
exhaustion to wear down Kim's resistance. Kim was shaking violently and
quietly groaning. The cop smiled slightly. She was close.
Once again the cop stopped to fondle Kim's badly marked bottom and allow
the most recent welts to rise. The press photographers present zoomed
their lenses on Kim's backside, to get close-ups of the first Asian
bottom ever to be punished in Upper Danubia.
The cop resumed with her slow succession of blows, laying several across
Kim's already punished bottom and causing ugly blood blisters to form.
At that point Dukov moved in closer to watch, to make sure the cop did
not break his client's skin. The cop proceeded to whip the upper parts
of Kim's thighs. Then she struck hard at the base of her bottom three
times.
Kim's resistance broke at the landing of the third stroke in that
sensitive spot. She screamed loudly and collapsed into a series of
violent sobs. Once her resistance broke, she was quite loud during the
remaining part of her punishment. She screamed every time the switch
landed, and sobbed violently in between the strokes
Kim was in too much agony to realize it, but she had gained the respect
of everyone in the room, including the punishing officer. The cop had
not managed to get the American to cry until the 33rd stroke, which was
far better than most Danubian criminals, men or women.
After the 45th stroke Dukov raised his hand. There was no way that Kim's
bottom could take any additional strokes without risking the skin being
broken. Dukov pointed to Kim's shoulders. The cop would have to finish
on Kim's shoulders. Kim screamed five times, as five vicious parallel
strokes marked her shoulder blades.
After the fifth stripe was laid across his client's shoulders. Dukov
again raised his hand. The cop turned to her partner who verified that
yes, indeed, the last stroke was the 50th and Kim had completed this
part of her punishment. For a minute the two cops left the sobbing
American in place, but finally they unbuckled Kim's leg and wrist
restraints. Kim buried her face in her hands and continued to cry,
remaining bent over the table. The pain in her body seemed to be getting
worse, even though the punishment had ended. Kim couldn't believe that a
punishment could hurt like this.
Finally Dukov walked up to Kim and laid his hand on her arm. "Kimberly,
you must stand up now. The policewoman will present you to the judge,
and then you must thank her for punishing you."
Kim struggled to get up. The cop grabbed her arm and took her before the
judge. Again she saluted the judge and then forced Kim to turn around to
show him the American's badly marked backside. The judge nodded and
signed the punishment certificate. Kim was still crying, but slowly
regaining her composure.
"Kimberly, one final thing before the policewoman releases you back to
me. You must kneel before her, kiss her shoes, and thank her for
punishing you."
"W�what d�do I need�to say�to tell her?"
"In Danubian?"
"Yes Spokesman."
"Spakeebo dakub moigu."
Kim repeated "Spakeebo dаkub moigu."
"Not bad. It can be understood."
With that Kim knelt before the officer and again kissed her shoes. She
raised her head and repeated, "Spakeebo dakub moigu".
The female cop again touched her switch to Kim's shoulder, to indicate
that her punishment had ended. Dukov and the cop saluted each other and
with that Criminal # 98945 was released back into the custody of her
Spokesman.
The judge then clapped his hands. Dukov again lead his client to a
kneeling position in front of the court. The judge had a few final words
for Kim, which were translated by Dukov.
"Criminal # 98945, you are released from this courtroom to begin your
sentence as a convicted criminal and identified drug user. As such you
have many obligations, which your Spokesman will explain to you. You are
reminded that you may not travel more than 10 kilometers from this
court. If you do an alarm in your collar will be set off and you will
serve a full five-year sentence for marijuana possession. All roads and
streets beyond 10 kilometers are clearly marked with yellow warning
signs, so you have no excuse for claiming you do not know where the
boundary is located."
"Yes, your Honor, I understand."
"Within 48 hours you must return to this court with a certification of
gainful employment. Your position as a criminal restricts what you may
do. You must accept employment that maximizes the exposure of your body
to the public. Any outdoor employment is suitable, as would be retail
sales or customer service. Examples of jobs not suitable are indoor
positions such as working as a typist or stockroom attendant. Your
Spokesman is responsible for helping you find suitable employment."
"Yes, your Honor, I understand."
"Finally, you are responsible for reporting to the Central Police
Station on this day six months from now for the second of your four
corporal punishments. The conditions and severity of the next corporal
punishment will be the same as the conditions and severity you endured
today."
"Yes�your Honor�I�understand."
With that the court was adjourned. Once again came the shout "Doc-doc
Danube!" Once again everyone's right hand thumped against their left
shoulder. Everyone, that was, except for Kim. As a criminal, she was
denied the right to salute. Instead, she dropped to the floor on her
elbows and knees, touching her forehead to the ground.
There was one final indignity waiting for Kim at the courthouse.
Immediately following her switching, she had to pose for a series of
photos for her official sentencing certificate. The certificate included
two photos of the criminal's face, now complete with her collar, and
three shots of her body, with her welts on prominent display. Criminal #
98945 sadly turned around for the camera, her spirit totally broken.
Maragana Girl -
Chapter 3
|