Maragana Girl
Copyright 2004 by EC
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(warnings: judicial corporal punishment, forced public nudity, sex between adults, 
references to drug use, references to violence)

Chapter 5 – Two Dukovs in Court

Vladim Dukov was a Spokesman-for-the-Criminal. He son Vladik was a police 
officer. It was only a matter of time before Vladim would become the Spokesman 
for defendants arrested by his son.

The same day his daughter's school uniform issue was "settled", at least in Vladim 
Dukov's mind, Vladik arrested two burglars. Over the summer they had broken 
into several homes around the Dukovs' neighborhood to steal money and jewelry. 
In two of the burglaries they had killed family dogs protecting their owners' 
houses. It was a Danubian crime-wave that terrified the entire neighborhood. 

The two men finally were caught while trying to sell the jewelry to a Russian who 
was working undercover for the Danubian police. The case was fairly 
straightforward, except the two suspects had been classmates of Vladik, and were 
assigned to Vladim as clients. 

The case gave Kim a chance to see the trial and punishment of two newly 
convicted criminals up close. Kim's schedule of running all over Danube City was 
changed that day, because Victor decided to have Kim go directly to his brother's 
office and handle all the messages related to the trial. Kim would have to spend 
the entire day relaying documents, signature sheets, evidence, photos, and 
conviction packages between the police chief, Vladim Dukov's office, Vladim's 
son Vladik, and the court officials across the square. Even though Kim would 
have plenty of down-time that day as she waited for the case to run its course 
through the trial, it made more sense simply to have one courier moving the 
documents instead of constantly calling whoever was available at the moment. 
The lovely part of the entire arrangement for Kim was the temporary liberation 
from her boss's cell phone. Cell phones were strictly prohibited in both the police 
station and the courthouse. As a result Kim's cell phone sat silent in Victor's office 
during this particular assignment. She looked forward to spending an entire day 
not having to listen to her boss's voice.

The day started with Kim picking up the arrest report from Vladik and taking it 
upstairs to Dukov's office. As she entered she passed two very scared-looking 
naked young men kneeling on the floor of the reception area. Kim sympathized, 
but at the same time felt a twinge of erotic excitement. She would be on-hand to 
witness the collaring and punishment of these two thieves, an event probably just 
an hour or two away.

Dukov came out to unhook the handcuffs of the two suspects and had them follow 
him into his office. As he did for Kim, the Spokesman offered his clients a light 
breakfast, although this time it was just tea and breakfast rolls, no fruit. As the 
two suspects ate, Kim handed Vladik's investigation and arrest packages to 
Dukov. The Spokesman thumbed through the folders and sighed. He addressed 
Kim in English.

"There is very little in these papers that can help them. I do not believe I can 
rightfully request leniency; not with what is here. I can only hope that by 
conversing with them I might uncover something in their favor not reflected in 
these reports."

Dukov signed several acknowledgements of document delivery and then sent 
Criminal # 98945 across the plaza to the courthouse to deliver them.

Kim returned to Dukov's office with a trial schedule. Within 30 minutes the guard 
would arrive to take the suspects across the plaza to their trial. Conviction and a 
full sentence were a sure thing for these two. The evidence against them was 
overwhelming. Worse, while Kim was at the courthouse, Dukov discovered that 
both men were ecstasy users, which was why they were stealing. Under Danubian 
law he did not have the right to withhold that information from the police. Dukov 
called the police doctor downstairs and relayed the information. The two suspects 
now had to be tested for drug use before their trial. Dukov then called the judge. 
The trial had to be delayed, pending the drug test.

Vladik and his female partner quickly showed up to handcuff the two young men 
and take them downstairs, where the police doctor and his medical students were 
waiting. Kim had to go as well, with a couple of medical questionnaires. Once 
those were filled out she had to run them back across the plaza to the courthouse. 
She felt a grim sense of nostalgia as she entered the examination room. This room 
was not a place of happy memories for Criminal # 98945. The medical students 
all looked at the American as she entered, but fortunately today she was not the 
subject of their testing. As Vladik and his partner entered the students saluted 
them. They saluted back and turned the offenders over to the head doctor.

The police doctor was holding his switch, just in case there was any hint of 
rebellion from these two thieves and drug-users. They knelt on the floor as the 
doctor explained to his class they would be testing the two subjects for ecstasy. 
He passed out testing kits and then called three female medical students to step 
forward. They would help prepare the suspects for their medical exam. 

The doctor gave one of the kneeling suspects a sharp tap on the shoulder and 
ordered him to stand up. He hooked the suspect's handcuffs to a metal ring on the 
side of the examination table and ordered him to spread his legs and lean back a 
bit. Once the suspect complied his pubic area was completely exposed to 
everyone in the room. A female medical student then lathered the suspect's pubic 
hair with shaving cream and pulled out an old fashion straight-edged razor. The 
student needed to shave the suspect, and she decided to have a little fun with her 
assignment. She held the razor close to the suspect's terrified face and smiled. In 
Danubian she taunted him: "You better stay VERY still when I shave you. If you 
don't, something else besides your hair might end up on the floor, something I 
really don't think you'd want to lose."

With that the student carefully shaved the suspect. She fondled his penis and 
testicles, gently massaging and pushing them back and forth. By the time she 
finished the suspect had a furious erection. The female medical students from the 
class stood in front of their victim, commenting on the size of his organs and 
joking about the hard-on. The older doctor and the male students stood back, 
smiling and making crude sexual jokes at the expense of the suspect. The female 
student assigned to shaving finished by rinsing off the suspect with a warm 
washrag, something that aroused him even more. She gave his penis a gentle 
squeeze and then unhooked his cuffs from the examination table. She ordered him 
to kneel on the floor, his erection pointing up from between his legs and a truly 
miserable expression on his face.

The doctor then tapped the shoulder of the second suspect, and another female 
student repeated the shaving ordeal on him. There were more comments from the 
females in the class and more jokes from the males. Kim shuddered. Holy shit…at 
least they didn't do this to me, she thought to herself.

The doctor laid two bedpans in front of the two kneeling suspects and ordered 
them to pee. One of them emptied his bladder with no problem, but the other had 
the same problem Kim had, he just couldn't piss in front of a room full of people. 
The doctor picked up the leather switch and struck him hard across the shoulders 
four times before the suspect was able to comply with the demand to fill the 
bedpan.

There was the same testing on the urine samples that there had been when Kim 
was the subject, and there were 40 positive results, two for each student. Oh yes, 
documented drug users!

There was the same test on the suspects' blood and the same over-all medical 
check-up. However, one of the female medical students had a wicked idea when 
she noticed one of the suspects once again had a hard-on. She whispered the idea 
into the ear of the head doctor, who smiled and commented. "Ha, Magda, you are 
an evil little thing, aren't you? Sure, let's have some fun before these two go to 
trial."

With that the eight female medical students in the class split up into two teams, 
and the males placed bets on which team would win. Kim wondered to 
herself…win what?

The women ordered the two suspects to stand up. Two members of each team 
each grabbed an arm of their victim with one hand and started massaging his chest 
with the other. The other two team-members put on medical gloves and took up 
their positions, one behind the victim and the other in front. The student behind 
each suspect shoved a finger up his bottom and quickly located the suspect's 
prostate gland. The student in front grabbed the suspect's penis in one hand and 
his testicles in the other. At a whistle from a male classmate the females began 
rubbing and massaging the two suspects' prostates and penises. Quickly both 
young men had furious erections. They shivered and groaned as they came, 
shooting sperm across the floor in front of them. The male students whistled and 
applauded. They noted where the semen had landed and cheered Magda, the 
leader of the winning team. Her suspect had ejaculated first, and had ejaculated 
farthest. As Magda smiled and blushed, the whole room laughed and shouted: 
"Doc-doc Magda! Doc-doc Magda!"

Kim stood dumbfounded, wondering if Dukov was aware of what was going on 
down here. Anyhow, Vladik and his partner were quietly watching the whole 
affair with disapproving expressions on their faces. Finally in voice that reflected 
impatience and disgust he commented: "Doctor, I would very much like to get 
these two to trial. If you want to have sperm races down here I'd appreciate it if 
you do it on your own time, not mine."

With that the fun ended. The two suspects were briefly un-cuffed to shower and 
then re-cuffed to take across the plaza. Kim, meanwhile, ran the confirmation 
sheets up to Dukov's office for his signature and then over to the courthouse for 
more signatures, then back to the Spokesman's office. By now the two unhappy 
defendants were standing outside his door, ready to be taken over to the 
courthouse by Vladik and his partner.

Kim was on-hand to witness the trial and punishment of the two thieves and 
newly-identified drug users. As a courier, she had the right to sit in the press area 
of the courtroom, something she took advantage of to get a better view.

Dukov was not in a good mood at all. Not only was he on opposite sides from his 
own son; there was absolutely nothing in this case to allow him to argue for a 
reduced sentence. Still, he considered it a point of personal honor to argue for 
some sort of modification of the punishment. Finally he settled on the idea of 
reducing the number of switchings the two thieves had to face in favor of frequent 
drug-testing. It was the best he could do. As in every case he handled, his goal 
that day was to reduce the suffering of his clients as much as possible.

The trial went quickly and the sentence was standard for the crimes. The criminals 
got five years for the burglaries, two years for vandalism and animal cruelty, and 
five years for ecstasy use. They would be tested for drug use every 30 days and 
switched every five months. Furthermore, they were prohibited from having 
contact with each other during their sentences. To make sure they could not see 
each other, the judge ordered that they would have to draw lots to see which of 
them would move out of the Danube City collar zone and into a provincial 
capitol. Dukov's only success that day was reducing the frequency of switchings 
from once every three months to once every five months. It wasn't much, but at 
least he had done something for them.

The two criminals looked at each other in fear as they knelt to have their collars 
fitted and put on. Once collared, they knelt forward to put their heads on the 
carpet, their exposed bottoms and testicles high in the air for anyone behind them 
to clearly see. Dukov ordered his clients to stand up and led them to his son and 
his female police partner. The Spokesman saluted his son and presented the two 
young men for judicial punishment. Both knelt to kiss the shoes of the two police 
officers.

Although Vladik had been the arresting officer for both men, he needed to turn 
over the punishment of one of them to his female partner. He had been classmates 
with both criminals, but one of them in particular he knew very well, the two 
having played together in the school's soccer team. Under Danubian social 
protocol, Vladik could not punish his former friend, nor would he have wanted to. 
He needed to turn the punishment of his former teammate over to his female 
partner. The other criminal he would punish himself, since he had not known him 
that well in school and did not have the same social prohibitions against punishing 
him. 

Vladik quietly addressed his former teammate. "You might as well go first. My 
partner will administer your punishment. I want you to show some courage with 
she switches you, which is something you seemed to have lost over the last couple 
of years. It hurts me to see you like this, but you did this to yourself."

"I'm sorry Vladik. I really am."

"I'm not Vladik to you anymore. You have dishonored our friendship, you have 
dishonored your teammates, and you have dishonored our school. You are now a 
criminal and I am a cop. You will address me as Officer Dukov. Please don't 
make that mistake again when you talk to me. But…but, I guess…I'm sorry too."

With that Vladik and his partner took his ex-teammate's hands and guided him 
over the table. They secured his wrists and ankles with the straps. Vladik's female 
partner pulled him to the side and quietly asked him.

"Vladik, do you want me to go easy on him, since he was your teammate?"

"No. I don't want you to show him any mercy, none whatsoever. I want you to 
switch him as hard as you possibly can without breaking his skin or getting my 
father to intervene."

The female cop nodded. "As you wish, Vladik."

Vladik's partner positioned herself near the punishment table, lightly touched her 
victim's bottom with the switch, drew it back and laid a fearful blow across the 
base of the criminal's bottom. It was a vicious blow aimed right at a very sensitive 
area. Vladik's classmate groaned, his voice close to breaking at the very first 
stroke. She waited a few seconds, then struck again, only slightly higher than the 
first blow.

The female officer carefully timed the first 10 strokes, laying them across both 
bottom-cheeks. She struck hard, moving her entire body with the swing. Her aim 
was excellent. She laid one hard stroke after another on her victim's bottom, 
leaving it covered with vicious welts perfectly parallel and very close to each 
other. The criminal's voice broke at the fifth blow. By the tenth blow he was 
crying non-stop.

Vladik's partner methodically moved on to the next part of the switching, 10 full-
force blows on her victim's right bottom-cheek and ten more full force blows on 
the victim's left bottom cheek. She carefully aimed at the unmarked parts of the 
criminal's bottom, hitting so hard that she came close to breaking the skin each 
time the switch landed. Vladik's ex-teammate screamed over and over, sobbing 
and begging for mercy. Vladik shook his head. This ex-friend of his was 
dishonoring himself yet again with all that racket. The young police officer 
looked up at the cameras focused on the criminal's punishment table. Yes, Vladik 
thought to himself, film it. Let the whole nation know what a coward he really is.

After just 30 strokes it was obvious there was no way Vladik's partner could 
continue to punish his classmate's bottom. Already both bottom-cheeks were a 
mass of very severe welts and quite swollen. Instead, the female officer slowly 
worked her way down the offender's thighs, laying seven full-force strokes on his 
left thigh and then seven full-force strokes on his right thigh. By now the criminal 
was sobbing so hard that his body was jerking back and forth on the punishment 
table. There were only six strokes to go, all of which Vladik's partner laid across 
the offender's shoulders. Six very loud screams punctuated the final set of strokes.

Vladik and his partner quickly un-buckled the straps that attached his former 
classmate. As a gesture of contempt the two officers pulled the sobbing criminal 
off the table and dropped him on the floor in the same manner they might have 
handled a sack of rotten potatoes. He remained on the ground, still sobbing 
loudly. Kim later learned that pulling a punished criminal off the switching table 
and dropping him on the floor was the supreme insult a Danubian police officer 
could level in the courtroom. Normally the punishing officer allowed the criminal 
to get off the table on his own, once he had sufficiently recovered to stand up. 

Vladik and the female officer then saluted each other, a quick formal gesture 
indicating that Vladik was now taking charge of the switching table from his 
partner. He glanced over at the second criminal, the one he now would punish. He 
tapped the table with his switch. The man sadly nodded and bent over the table, 
extending his arms to fit into the straps on the surface. Vladik's partner quickly 
secured the criminal's wrists and ankles.

Vladik was a serious officer and never attempted to fondle or sexually humiliate a 
criminal. In that respect the criminals he punished were lucky, since he did not 
like to have "fun" with them at their expense. However, like his partner, he was a 
severe disciplinarian who carefully measured and timed the strokes to maximize 
the pain and impact of any punishment he administered. He wielded his switch 
with maximum effect.

Using the same technique as his partner, Vladim began the switching with 10 
parallel strokes across the criminal's bottom given full-force, then 10 strokes on 
each side, once again, given full-force. He then slowly struck the criminal's 
bottom again, trying to maximize the number of strokes on the bottom before 
having to punish the subject's legs or back. As a result, Vladik's victim received 
38 strokes on the bottom and 12 on the thighs, none across the back.

In spite of Vladik's talent with the switch, the criminal he punished proved to be 
much braver than the one punished by his partner. He gasped and sweat during 
the first 38 strokes, but managed to stay quiet. His voice did not break until the 
39th stroke, but even then, he had the good sense to not beg for mercy and tried to 
keep his screams to a minimum. Once the punishment ended he forced himself to 
quit crying. Vladik undid the burglar's straps, but allowed him to get up on his 
own.

Vladik and his partner led the two punished criminals before the bench. The 
criminals turned their backsides to the judge, who in turn examined the welts and 
signed the punishment certificates. Then both criminals knelt at Vladik's feet and 
kissed the toes of his shoes. The braver of the two criminals immediately thanked 
Vladik for punishing him. Vladik touched the man's shoulder with his switch and 
with a salute released him back into the custody of Spokesman Dukov. The other 
criminal knelt at the feet of the female officer, still crying and trying to force out 
the needed "Spakeebo dakub moigu." Finally he sort of got it out. The female cop 
did not push the issue. She wanted to be rid of the pathetic creature. She touched 
her switch to his shoulder and released him back into Vladim Dukov's custody.

As she sat among the reporters, Kim had a bit of a problem. She was totally 
turned on by the whole punishment scene, and during the entire time had been 
gently rubbing her legs together. Now she was as excited as she had been when 
she saw her own punishment on TV, but she was in the middle of a busy 
courtroom, officially at work as a courier, and needed to spend the afternoon 
running messages and signature sheets back and forth. She was wet, and what was 
worse, a cameraman kept glancing over at her, as though he knew something. 
Kim quickly ran to the restroom and cleaned herself up as best she could, but the 
burning erotic excitement continued to torment her.

Dukov's two criminals staggered across the plaza with their Spokesman as Kim 
picked up their punishment certificates and sentencing sheets. Once again she was 
running all over the courthouse and the police station looking for signatures, 
stamps, certified copies, delivering documents, picking up other documents. 
Finally she returned to Dukov's office and passed the two criminals lying face 
down on recovery tables.

Kim was a bit surprised to see Vladik and his partner in Vladim Dukov's office 
when she entered to deliver some papers. Vladik's presence eliminated at least one 
trip for Kim, since now he was on-hand to sign several medical certificates and 
receive a copy of the two criminals' sentencing sheets.

Vladim invited Kim to sit down and join them for a snack of Danubian fruit 
punch and cheese-rolls. As she sat down many questions entered her mind, among 
them how did Vladim and Vladik Dukov handle the conflicting goals of their 
jobs. Dukov's answer surprised Kim.

"Kimberly, our positions do not conflict at all. We all work for the same purpose, 
to keep our country safe under our laws. It is all one system. I am a part of that 
system, and Vladik is a different part of that system. It is like saying your hand 
and your foot are different from each other. Yes, they are indeed, but the body 
needs both the hand and the foot, just like a society needs policemen and its 
criminals need Spokespersons." Dukov sipped his punch, smiled at Vladik, and 
continued. "I will tell you that Vladik and I are very proud when we salute each 
other in court. I take pride in knowing he is a police officer, and he takes pride in 
knowing I am a Spokesman. Perhaps we must challenge each other at times, but 
in the end we want the same thing. We want the Duchy to be a safe and tranquil 
place for the people who live here."

"…and you're satisfied with the way things are here? You like…the whole thing 
with the collars and the switchings…and making criminals run around in the 
nude?"

"It is not that I like it, Kimberly. I was a criminal myself and I know what it is to 
dread the switch year after year. I feel very bad for the people who must suffer the 
consequences of their actions, which is why I studied to become a Spokesman. I 
do what I can to reduce the suffering criminals must face and fight any injustices 
that may work their way into the system. You, for example, suffered a great 
injustice at the hands of your friends and the prosecutor, which I had to address. 
Yes, we have problems, and our system has its deficiencies." Dukov took another 
sip of his punch and continued.

"But, think about it, Kimberly. No matter how cruel you may think things are 
here, remember one fact. Our country has no jails. We do not confine anyone for 
more than one night. The rest of the world says that what we do to our criminals is 
barbaric. But is it? Is it not more barbaric to put a person in a cage for many years 
and cut him off from his loved ones, from his work, from any usefulness in life?"

"Yes, Spokesman Dukov, I guess I see your point. To be honest, I still don't like 
what's happened to me, but you're right that it's better than sitting in a prison cell."

Vladik's police radio went off, calling him to an emergency a few blocks away. 
The two police officers excused themselves and left Dukov's office. Dukov 
decided to change the topic in his conversation with Kim.

"Kimberly, I would like to know something. What do you think would have 
happened to you if you had smoked your marijuana in peace and left the ground 
behind the Temple of the Ancients? If you had never been arrested and continued 
on your trip to Prague?"

"I guess we would have hit a bunch of discos in Prague, crashed at some friends' 
places…Tiff knows a bunch of people there. We'd of partied, maybe looked 
around a bit…probably not that much though…mostly we were partying."

"…and the marijuana? What would you have done with it?"

"Smoked it. Maybe party a bit with it…invite some friends to smoke…Tiff 
wanted to trade some of it for some smack…that's part of the reason we had so 
much with us."

"…and do you perceive that as a worthwhile use of your time…and your money?"

"No, of course it isn't. But you know how it is…people want to party and they 
don't know when to stop."

"Kimberly, another question…if I may…If you look back at your life in June 
through the prism of who you have become in September, how do you see 
yourself?"

Kim thought about it. Finally she answered. "If you really want to know, I don't 
think things were going well. I mean…we came to Europe to see it, and all we 
were doing was getting high. We spent a bunch of money to get to Amsterdam, 
and we just sat in the pot cafes all day, smoking weed. I was doing more and more 
of it. That's why I got kinda desperate after lunch when we got here…I just had to 
have a smoke. It was all weed for me, and…here Tiff was talking about 
smack…and I would have tried it…and I know better. That stuff fucks you up, but 
I would have done it anyway."

"…and there is my point. You had dedicated your life to your "partying," as you 
say it. Your life was not going in a good direction. It is quite possible your 
experience may have ended elsewhere under equally bad, or even worse, 
circumstances. If you believe yourself unlucky please give that consideration."

Kim sat silent for a minute. "Spokesman Dukov…there is something else that I 
realize. I don't like who I was back in June. I mean…I pulled a lot of shit on my 
parents and on everyone else. I didn't appreciate anything…all I wanted to do was 
party."

"Like in your bicycle poem…"

"Like in my bicycle poem. Exactly Sir…like in my bicycle poem. I didn't 
appreciate anything…not if it wasn't from Tiff and Susan…and now all that's 
gone, and I don't know what I want. I really don't know…"

Dukov smiled slightly. "There is no rush. You have two years to figure it out. 
That is one thing that seems to trouble you Americans; you think you need to 
have everything in your lives resolved right away. Such haste in life is 
unnecessary. Perhaps…perhaps your two years in our country will serve its 
purpose. You will have time to reflect about your life, and to think about what 
you really want for yourself."

Kim sighed. "I don't know." She tugged at her collar. "This sure is a rough way to 
do it."

"It is never easy, Kimberly. It is not meant to be easy. It is meant to work. It is 
meant to force you to change." Dukov stood up and smiled. "Come. Let us return 
to my house and have dinner. You can leave Victor's bicycle up here instead of 
returning it tonight. I will call him and let him know that I instructed you to do 
so."

