This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Echoes
By
Joe Whatever
Jessica had been standing on the balcony of her hotel suite when she had first heard the CRACK! of the whip and the pitiful feminine pleas. Although she couldn't see into the courtyard of the prison across the street, the reverberating echoes could mean only one thing.
Jessica had fantasized about corporal punishment for years, and despite her better judgement the echoes of the punishment were intoxicating. Jessica closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as she enjoyed the tingly sensation between her legs.
Judge Jessica was the keynote speaker at the Island's Conference on Women in the Judiciary, and the very next day she asked the host of the conference, Judge Harsh, about the echoes she had heard from her balcony.
Corporal punishment was common on the island. Although foreign spectators weren't allowed to witness the punishments, there was a way Jessica could get a front row seat.
Of course first she would need to confess to some trivial misdemeanor....
Justice Harsh smiled as the two bailiffs dragged Judge Jessica before his massive bench. "The prisoner showed up the station and confessed to jaywalking." "The prosecutor suggests, and defense counsel agrees, that the prisoner be taken to the courtyard to witness the punishment of a female inmate as a warning".
Judge Harsh smiled down from the bench at the blushing female prisoner. As per the prison rules, Jessica had been stripped of her carefully tailored clothes when she was taken into custody. The trembling young woman was now standing in front of Judge Harsh dressed in nothing but a thin white half T-shirt and tight pair of prison issue white cotton panties.
Jessica nervously bit her lip as she looked up into Judge Harsh's twinkling, mischievous eyes.
"Turn her around and bend her over", Judge Harsh ordered.
Jessica gasped as the bailiff's obeyed the judge order and hoisted her thinly clad bottom into the air for the court's viewing pleasure.
"Judging from that wet spot between her legs, I'd say this little tart needs more than a warning", Judge Harsh chuckled. "That tight little backside is itching for the whip!" "It is an itch that will be thoroughly scratched!"
Judge Harsh banged his gavel. "Give the little strumpet twenty-five with the strap!" Judge Harsh said merrily. "Make her bare fanny dance!"
Jessica was horrified to discover that the rule about foreign spectators did not extend to the male attendees of the conference. The same men who had watched her keynote now watched with undisguised amusement as she was strapped down over the block and stripped for punishment.
Jessica's shrieks echoed through the courtyard as the whip cracked through the air...
From the balcony of her hotel Justice Sharon White listened intently to the punishment in the prison below. Justice Harsh had promised her a front row seat tomorrow.
Of course first she would need to confess to some trivial misdemeanor...
The End
© Copyright Joe Whatever, 29 August 2003
Reviews
Pablo <pablo.stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
What's most impressive about this story is its structuring. Without the last couple of paragraphs it would be a nicely dystopian, nightmarish tale about the vulnerability and exploitability of desire. The twist at the end raises the whole thing one step higher, and makes the story thus far resonate so much more deeply. Very nicely done. I might quibble with the knowingly-camp name Judge Harsh, though. That wink to reader defuses the tension a bit, so works against what ought to be a very unsettling read.
Warm Hand Jack
This is a solid entry with quite good development and dialogue, a neat mid-point surprise, and an excellent ending. The title is clever, referring to both the sounds from the prison and Sharon's experience repeating Jessica's. The exact repetition of the condition in both cases is especially effective.
For consistency: the writer should decide whether the honorific is to be Judge or Justice, and whether the implement is the whip or the strap. And Judge Jessica should have the courtesy of a surname, since Judge Sharon White has one. I found «Judge Harsh» jarring as a real name in a fantasy that is otherwise not that broad (a possibility would be Justice Marsh, nicknamed Judge Harsh....). Some of the quotation marks are wrong (possibly left uncorrected when in-between phrases were removed).
In short: a very good, original idea, well-presented but needing more attention to detail.
Jessie <imbolcmoon(at)juno(dot)com>
This is very edgy and I found it very unpleasant to read of the betrayal that befell the lead character, and the suggestion that this sort of thing occurs regularly on the island. That said, it was clear and solidly written.