Synopsis: This is a story that hopefully remains as fiction. Some
30 year into the future our society have solved most of the crime
by intensive treatment of the citizen before they becomes adults.
The laws for that purpose are almost in place today. We follow
Peter Schmidt while he is at work in the local juvenile court.

Keywords: Scfi, mf, teen, snuff, enem, humil, bondage

Title: Early intervention (chapter 19 included)

1. About Peter and his job
==========================

Peter Schmidt sat in his office enjoying a cup of coffee to start
his day on. It would be a busy day. He started to look at the
case files.

Peter was employed at the local juvenile court. It was his job to
oversee that former offenders were ready to return into society.
He had been employed here since he left the university back in
2007. Now thirty year later, he had seen it all. The juvenile
system had undergone many changes while he had worked here.

The first major change came when the now famous president Bush
mental health screening bill. With the legislation we were able
to target people before their sickness led them into trouble with
the law. Next President Quayle’s community act bill came, which
led to closure of 90 percent of the prisons nationwide.

It was a simple system. All children were screened at age 7. If
some kind of sickness turned up in their test, the parent had to
give them over to a local behavior modification facility were
they could live in a structured environment. Most of them were
treated with a combination of electrical shock, wilderness
expeditions and psychodrama. The techniques were actually
invented about 100 years ago by B.F. Skinner. Lock sick people
into a box-like environment with very few stimuli. Reinforce
positive behavior and punish negative behavior and you end up
with a well-adjusted citizen.

The child could either go through 6 levels invented by an Utah
based organization, which operates many schools around the states
by the year 2000 or they could wait out until they were 18, where
they could take the test and become citizens with full rights or
choose community service under the Civilian Inmate Labor Program
until they “choose out”, get paroled or they retire.


2. Lilly and Abby
=================

Peter left his office and when to the test room. Here he was
greeted by two girls – Lilly and Abby – and their parents.

They sat down at the table. Lilly was first.

“Lilly. I can see that you were diagnosed with a light degree of
AHDH 11 years ago. You were transferred to a ranch outside your
town where you worked yourself through the 6 levels and in fact
went home. Then you came into the system again when the detector
cuffed to your leg detected alcohol intake. Investigation showed
that the source was not soap or scent, but in fact a beer. Is
that correct?”

“Yes Sir. I was at the beach all day and I did not know that the
bracelet had memory, so I drank a beer and waited to return home
until it was out my system.”

“Someone should have told you that the bracelet measure your
sweat 24-7. It stores the result until you pass the modem
installed in your next time, where it transmits the results to
us. I though it was common knowledge. All people under 21 have to
wear such a bracelet when they turn seven.”

“I guess I am stupid.”

“I will not comment on that, but I have to ask you what your
thoughts are on a future. As I see it you have two options. You
can go for the test or you can choose community service and hope
for a light assignment.”

“What is a light assignment?”

“Public transportation”

“Pulling a pony cart all day! You must be kidding. I will go for
the test.”

Her outburst made her parents cry. The test was a gamble. She
could end up dead. And it would be a shame.

Some would of course regard being harnessed and gagged before
they are going to pull a cart all day as a kind of punishment,
but I don’t see it that way. The pony cart system has been an
important part of our society since the end of the war against
terrorism back in 2020. We had to nuke a certain city inside Saud
Arabia in order to stop more extremism. But one bomb took the
other and it became difficult for us to go on with the extensive
use of cars in our transportation system. So now cars for
personal transport are only used outside cities. Therefore, human
ponies are an important factor in city transportation and we care
for them.

Lilly would be able to live home with her parents and later by
other family members at her own choice. She has the choice, which
should care for her. Families, who host human ponies, are given a
mobile stable they can place on their property. It is fully
heated with television, bathroom etc. But in a way I also could
understand her gamble. They can not travel as they like. It is a
very structured life to live and very difficult for a person with
AHDH.

“I accept your choice even though I sorry for it. Please prepare
yourself for the test.”

Then it was Abby turn.

She was a quiet girl. The mandatory screening determined
depression. So a month after the test, she was taken to
wilderness therapy. Of course it was done before she was informed
of the test result. Her parents knew. In fact they were told to
write an impact letter with all the faults she had to fix in
order to regain the love of her parents and the forgiveness of
the society. It was cheaper for the society to fix both behavior
and illness. But the therapy did not work. She returned to school
and did OK, but some months ago her parents informed us that she
was unstructured and needed some self discipline and she talked
about dropping out of school. So the depression must have
returned. She ended up in the local therapeutic boarding school
outside town. Almost every town had one and we did of course.

Now she was on level 5 and could choose to stay at the school
until she had completed the last level or take the test. Earlier
an “Exit plan” was used, but when you dump a person on the street
in another part of the country with only 50 dollars in their
pocket, crime as a way of living is the a very immediate
solution. People got killed. A murder from around year 2000 –
Mike Perry – was almost created with the use of this solution. So
now we have the test.

“Abby. What is your choice - Back to school until you graduate or
the test?”

“The test”

Her family showed no emotion. I looked into her case-file again.
Aha - Step-mom and her dad! Her biological mother had died of
cancer when she was 5 and there seems to have been some domestic
problems.

“Ok. I am sorry for your choice. Please prepare you for the
test.”

The parents entered the test room with me and they took the
witness seats.

Then the two girls entered. They were naked but their arms were
immobilized in arm binders.

“Please take your position at the marks and spread your legs.”

Officers came into the room.

“Please. Open your mouths. You will be gagged during the
preparations. The gag will be removed just before the test
starts, so you can get a last time to choose your other option.”

The gags were quick in place. The next thing were a dildo – well
lubricated - which were inserted in their rear. You could see the
pain in their face. I looked at the parents. Lilly’s parents
sobbed. Also Abby’s father seemed affected.

The first pair of dildos was in place. You could see them start
to sweat and their breathing increased in speed. That was not a
good thing. The test was about control. We need to know if they
could take responsibility for their own situation.

Then the next pair of dildos came, which were inserted in their
pussies. I was a little surprise to see blood when Abby was
penetrated.

They were now ready for the test.

“Attention everybody! We are gathered here to oversee the
adulthood test of Lilly and Abby. In 10 minutes we would know if
you have passed. You can choose out now. It is your last chance.
Remove their gags!”

When their gags were removed I asked them if they still would
proceed. Both agreed. I signaled the guard and the nooses were
lowered from the ceiling. Once the knots were placed correctly I
pointed to the timer at the wall. “Let the test start”. I pressed
the button. Slowly they were hoisted in the air. For the next 10
minutes they had to show self-control and try to keep still or
their struggle would tighten the noose so they would die.

There was silence in the room. Only coughs from the girls were
heard. You could see the panic in Lilly’s eyes. It must be a
special kind of torture for a girl with her illness. In her case
file there were a lot of reports of her having difficulties
coping with Recovery and Redirection, as the punishment in our
behavior modification facilities were called.

Oddly Abby had a kind of peaceful look in her face.

Lilly must have shivered a little because suddenly her cough
increased. You could see how close to panic she was. Suddenly she
peed on the floor. Normally they do that when they are about to
draw their last breath, but this was just pure fear.

I looked over to her parents. They were crying. Just by the look
of them I could tell that they loved their daughter. They would
have taken care of her until they died, if she had chosen to
become a ponygirl.

Now half of the time had gone. I could watch Lilly’s feet frantic
trying to find ground. She had to be careful. If she lost one of
the dildos the time would double for each dildo she lost.

Drool began to run out of Lilly’s mouth. She was choking. I felt
that it was in my nature to inform them that they soon were
finished. “Three minutes girls!”

It was then it happened. Abby bent her legs and then she kicked
downwards. The result was that the noose was tightened at once.
She lost control of her body. She started to kick violently. This
was a suicide. I had seen it before. I went over to her parents.
Her father was tearful and in shock. The step-mom looked
surprised but I could not see grief in her face. What a cold
bitch! No wonder that Abby had made her choice.

“She is not going to make it. Would you push the button for a
graceful exit?”

He was on the verge of breaking down when he pushed the button.
Both the dildos started to vibrate. It made her kick more. Now
she was drooling and coughing. It would not take long. I went
over to her body, which were covered with sweat. I could here the
sound of the dildos vibrating in her openings. The coughing
sounds turned into a rasp. The second part of the program for a
graceful exit started. Electrical shocks from the dildos. I heard
the sizzling sound of flesh being burned. In fact I could smell
it. Suddenly she peed on the floor and the dildo in her rear end
fell out. It was follows by pieces of stools. Abby was a goner.
Only involuntary shivering was left. I looked at her face. It was
so peaceful.

I turned my attention to Lilly. Her movements had almost stopped.
But she was not quite dead yet. Then the alarm sounded. The test
was over. The nooses were lowered and her feet had just touched
the floor before her parents rushed over and held her. The noose
came of and she started to cough violently.

I left her in the care of her parents and went over to Abby’s
parents. Her step-mom was up and ready to leave. She seemed a
little irritated about the fact that her husband still was
sitting with his hands covering his face.

“Excuse me. I am sorry but I have to ask you. Do you want some of
the meat from her? The test result shows no sign of
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, so she is safe to eat and according to
the U.N. Convention on social responsibility, she would be going
to slaughterhouse, where her meat would be freeze down and sent
to parts of the world, where there are lack of food. You can
specify what parts you want on this form. Please take a minute or
two to say goodbye to her, before she is taken to the
cold-store.”

The step-mom replied. “Yes. I think that we could take the
tenderloin. I think that she would have wanted that.”

The father got himself together and stood up. “You are right.
Dear. At least she got some good years in rehab. If we haven’t
reported her condition the second time, she would have died
sooner. In my heart I am glad that she got those extra years.”

I left them so they could be alone with their daughter. When I
came back to Lilly she was on her feet supported by her parents.

“Congratulation - You have passed the test. You are a free woman
this evening, but according to the law, you have to do one day of
community service, because you drank the beer.”

“I knew that there was a catch. What kind of work do I have to
do?”

“Helping out at the boy milking department”

“I think that it is distasteful but preferable given the
alternative of a life as a pony girl.”

“Well, some don’t regard the life as a pony girl as bad as you
think. Please, follow the guard. I will give your parents your
release forms.”

I left the room for my next assignment that day.


3. My dear offspring
====================

I had just arrived back at my office, when the phone rang. There
were problems at the ranch outside town. I told them that I would
be on the way as soon as possible, so I phone my wife. One of the
children would see to some wheels.

Ten minutes I stood at the street and my son came with my cart. I
got over and hugged him. Of course he could not answer with the
bit gag in his mouth, but I could see from the look in his eyes
that he was happy to take me for a ride. Fresh air is always
something that is good for most young people. His conviction of
home arrest doesn’t leave him other choices but to study in his
room or service us whenever we have to go somewhere.

Frank had always been a great concern of both my wife and me.
Very early it was clear that he was one of those children, which
seeks boundaries. We managed to keep him out off the system until
he was about 14 and began to skip school. After long and tough
considerations we decided to report him as under suspicion of
attempting to become a runaway. So the police picked him up on
his way home from school and we got into court. It is not funny
being on the other side of the table with your colleagues dealing
with your personal matters, but they dealt with it very
professional.

Frank got off easy. Not having broken any laws, he was released
into our custody after being convicted to sit down with us and
write an impact letter to be read out loud in court. Little did
he know that this very same impact letter would join him a week
later when the secret part of his conviction – wilderness therapy
– was a reality a week later. I remember us hiding in the kitchen
when the escort team came for him in the middle of the night and
hauled him of to the therapy being hooded, cuffed and in
shackles. Disturbing for a parent? - Definitely yes. Necessary –
yes.

He came back about 100 days later and was installed in a portable
stable in our driveway, where he could study and do his chores.
Due to his young age, he was only allowed to pull our lawn mower
and handcart with the purchases when we walked down to the
supermarket. Now at the age of 17 he is old enough to pull a
cart. He has been a distance student in the local high school
from the stable and as soon as he gets his diploma, he is a free
citizen again. He is very motivated and if he should fail the
first exam, he would try once more, rather than taking the test.

I tog the reins and soon we were on our way.

While we were approaching the city center, my mind was on how
challenging it was for a parent doing community service, but
rather that than having your offspring on the ranch. Intense
studies around the millennium showed that parents have a lot of
impact of the behavior, their children showed. So parents of a
child convicted to a stay on the ranch, have to come in once a
month and attend seminars and do some exercises until their
children has progressed so far in the program that its reached
level three. Then they have to do some activities together with
their child a number of times per month depending on the level,
their child are on until the child either graduate or take the
adulthood test.

But because Frank is ordered to do community service, we have to
down to the juvenile center once a week for a medical check-up.
Some parents punish their child on their own because they think
that the child have brought shame on their own. That is not
acceptable and that is why we are keeping a close eye on the
children in the system. They have broken the law or need
treatment and that is that! What kind of punishment or treatment
they need is up to the court system alone.

The medical check-up is very demanding and according to Frank the
worst part is the analysis of the diet. All children in the
system are on a strict diet and in order to have a sample to put
under the microscope they receive a number of enemas. They are
strapped down and filled with about a liter of cold water before
a plug is put in. 15 minutes later they are freed and the plug is
removed so a sample can be collected. Often they go trough it two
or three times. Frank often asked for a gag ball just so he could
have something to bite on when the stomach cramps settled in.

I could see that there was some type of gathering on the city
square. Oh. It is Monday.


4. The blue bicycle
===================

“Peter…Peter Wake dear”

It was mother. The year is 2001. I am 17 year old and had
finished High school. After the graduation I told my parents that
I would take some time off before I would decide what kind of
course I would take on the university. At that time I believed
that I had all the time in world. I was thinking of taking a job
at the local all-night shop. Abu – the shopkeeper had promised me
a job for the summer.

My parents went ballistic when I told them. At once they took the
car away, they had given me for disposal while I was in high
school. There was eight kilometers to the shop so they thought
that I would give up because there was no public transport
between my home and the shop. But I fooled them. I had a bicycle
and I renovated it, so I could use it. My parents were so angry,
so they changed strategy. One day when I got home, they waited
for me and claimed that we all had to go to a doctor because the
new insurance policies demanded it. And I feel for it. When we
arrived at the hospital it turned out that they had signed me up
for a three day psychiatric evaluation. Three days later I was
released with the doctors finding out any kind of sickness other
than normal doubt about the future.

It stopped my parents for a while – 14 days in fact. Soon they
were nagging about me riding the bike without a helmet. Being 17
and know-all I was defiant. Every conversation turned into
shouting and name-calling. They insisted that I was killing
myself and that it only was a question of time before they would
have to go down to the mortuary in order to identify me.

The summer came to an end and I was doing well at my job. Then
yesterday Abu came over to me and asked me why I wanted to
quit my job. I was a huge question mark. He showed me at letter
with my resignation. My parents had falsified it! After work I
went home and we had a huge fight which resulted in my statement
of moving out the moment I turned 18. I went to bed without
dinner.

“Peter… You have to wake up now”

I opened my eyes and saw my mother with two strange men in the
room.


5. Choosing out
===============

When we arrived at the city square I pulled the reins and ordered
Frank to stop. I got down and have him something to drink. You
can drink from a straw with a bit gag in your mouth. It just
takes a little practice,

People seemed to be in good mood. The local Pay-per-view station
was also in place. Every Monday people could choose out as we
call it. If you get permanently ill or you receive a sentence of
community service for 10 years or more, you can write the court
and get a permission to choose out. Then you get 6 months to
fulfill those things you have missed in life before you can come
here and make an end to it all.

I recognized my neighbor Wilbur. He has been convicted for
embezzlement and received 12 years of community service. Instead
of a nice office, he has now to serve in the boy milking
department. Of course it only was 5 days per week, but I could
understand that it was too much for a man of his standards. So he
applied for the right to choose out and now he was here being
prepared.

This family was at him in his final moments and it was good.
Everyone should be allowed to be surrounded by once love ones
when it is time to go. I could see that two of them were
appointed to be his assistance. They wore a full rain suit,
gloves and latex hoods, so they could not be recognized on TV.

Wilbur was naked and he had already a corset on. His arms were
cuffed to D-rings on the side of the corset. He smiled to his
family and they tried their best of keep up their spirit. It was
time to be noosed. An official went over a followed the
proceedings. Everything has to follow a certain procedure. I
could see that he was tense. He must have doubted that he could
keep up his appearance to the end, because he got a hood on. I
could see that that it had a gag ball in it when they strapped a
mouth peace over the opening. The hood was laced tight. He could
still see when the official stepped toward and began to read the
official declaration.
“Wilbur Nelson. You have been convicted for embezzlement and
according to your own choice; you have chosen to choose out. Let
the sentence be carried out.”

The put the cover on his eyes and one of the assistant gave a
signal for Wilbur to be hoisted. He was about two meters in the
air when he started to kick. The film crew stepped in. The reason
for the Pay-per-view film crew to be present is to collect money
for the victims of crimes and there were a lot of buyers.

Wilbur continued to kick and the assistants got over and pulled
at his legs. His penis had become erect. Suddenly he shot his
load. It seemed to go on forever. Then the remains in his bowel
began to fall down on his assistants. That is also a reason for
them to wear heavy rain suits.

Wilbur’s movements stopped.

The whole event brought back memories. A former colleague
falsified evidence and I was chosen by him to assist him during
his last moment, as he also opted not to take his punishment. It
was a hot day. I was sweating in the heavy raincoat and the face
concealed with a latex hood. I can still smell the latex, the
leather, his sweat and it sound odd – his fear as his judgment
was read out.

I remember looking him in his eyes as I put the blindfold on his
hood – his last look on the world. If you have not seen the
desperation in the eyes of a dying man, you can understand what I
am speaking off.

I remember my words to him. “Kick well and hard.”

It only took a minute before his body movements died out. But
what a minute! I have to confess that I got a hard-on.

Back in the presence I would see that Wilbur relatives were
hugging each other trying to find support and comfort in the
situation. The official ordered Wilbur’s body to be lowered so
his feet were just off the ground. He listened to Wilbur with a
stethoscope. When he was satisfied he put a large sign with the
conviction around Wilbur’s neck so everybody could read what
Wilbur had been convicted for. The next hour Wilbur would be on
display before his body would be released to his family. He was
so old that his meat was of no value.


6. Depraved conduct
===================

I noticed another gathering of well known faces. It was Miss
Hinton from the elementary school. I remembered the case. One of
her neighbors had observed her as she served beer for her
daughter, who at that time was only 16 years of age. Somehow they
had managed to fool the bracelet by claiming that the alcohol in
the sweat came of perfume or deodorant. It is quiet common
problem and it can not be avoided, so children are not punished
for that. Every parent just has to keep a log about what kind of
means the children use for sanitation.

I could see both the daughter and the mother dressed and ready to
be hoisted into the air hanging from their arms. They had a
special coat on which had an opening on the back so their
buttocks were exposed. The daughter being a minor was graced with
a huge gag ball in her mouth.

Then they were hoisted. They were also cuffed at the feet and
soon all the chains were stretched out so they had a little
movement. Their sentences were read out.

“Lydia Hinton and Lucy Hinton: You are convicted off doing
depraved conduct and encouragement to it. You are to receive 20
lashes with the wimp each Monday for 5 weeks. This is your third
week. Please receive your punishment with dignity.”

I could see that they knew what was about to happen. Lydia – the
daughter – had tears in her eyes. Two assistants to the court
stepped forward and positioned them selves. The counting started.
“One”

Lydia closed her eyes and Lucy cleansed her teeth. Then the first
set of lashes hit them. Lydia let out a repress scream from
behind her gag. Lucy tried to keep her appearance so she could
cheer her daughter up a little.

The punishment continued and Lydia was dissolved in tears. When
the nine set of lashes hit them, Lucy lost control of her self
and cried. “Please stop. I can not take it anymore. I am sorry –
so sorry.”

I can remember an old saying. “If you can do the crime, you can
do the time.” Her pleading was ignored. Underage drinking is a
serious matter. The present president was heavily founded by
MADD, so the laws have been toughened up a little, but only a
little. What is a sore butt against a life spilled with alcohol
abuse?

When Lydia received the 16 lash, her body went limp. She must
have passed out. A step ladder was fetched and an assistant
climbed up and washed her face with a wet cloth and gave her some
smelling salt. She was soon ready for last four blows.

The break had given Lucy some time to regain a little control but
each blow still resulted in a grunt from her. I know that Lucy
for the rest of her life would have to live with the fact that
the whip had come to her and had broken her.

When the last blow was lowered their arms was put in arm binders
and a sign with the reason for their punishment were clamped onto
the coat. The mother also got a gag ball like her daughter in her
mouth. Now they were taken on a little outing – first to the
school where the mother was working and the daughter attended
school of the mother - then to their local neighborhood and
finally back to the town square where they would be released just
to be back next week.

That would teach them. I ordered Frank to move on to the ranch.


7. Banished
===========

Back in the bedroom of my childhood I was astonished and
confused. Why did these two men do in my room with mother?

“Peter. These two gentlemen are here to take you onto an exciting
adventure. We want to do the best for you and we have decided
that you need to be taken out of your comfort zone, so you can
find inspiration for a future career choice. I will leave you now
so these gentlemen can help you out on the trip. Bye. I love
you.” She left.

One of the men came forward. “Please stand up from the bed and
strip!”

I was still confused and did as he told. They seemed like goons.
I would certainly not mess with them. One of the stepped behind
me and took my arm and slipped them into some kind of leather
thing. I could not move them. “Relax it is an arm binder.” Straps
went over my shoulders and he also fastened some straps on the
outside of the binder so I could not move my hands. “Keep your
head still.” Without notice I got a leather hood pulled down over
my head. There were openings for my mouths and eyes.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Relax. We are only doing it for your own sake and we don’t to
fight you.”

The hood was laced tight. I was trying to adjust to the
confinement of my arms when he suddenly put a blindfold on the
hood. When I was trying to protest, he stuffed a kind of rubber
thing into my mouth. My mouth was completely filled with that
awful thing. However, I could still breathe. There must have been
an air tube inside it.

I was standing naked and immobilized. Then I felt something
between my legs. It must be a kind of trousers but there was
something odd about the material. They took me under my arms and
carried me down to their car. Once I was placed on the backseat
with the seatbelt on, they removed the blindfold and pointed to
the headrest where a letter had been taped on to it.

It was an impact letter.

----

Dear Peter

For some time we have watched with great concern how you have
become disorientated and confused about your future. We feel that
we only are talking of months before we will see you running down
a negative path, which would lead to prison or even death.

In order to allow you to regain control of your own life and
focus yourself at goals, which we believe you capable of, we have
ordered this company to take you out in the nature, where you –
away from negative impulse – can give yourself room to find your
self and seek a path for the great future, we believe you have
the potential for.

We wish you the best luck and cross our fingers for life-changing
journey.

Regards
Mom and pop

----

I started to sob. They were crazy. How could a job in store lead
to my destruction? The man next to me took my shoulder and talked
to me. “I know that it is hard when the parents stand firm, but
it is their job to protect a child like you from your self, when
things goes wrong. Take some time to let things settle a little.
I have a list of things you like to eat. We can stop at a
drive-in so we can eat here in the car. I am going to close the
blindfold, so you can have some time for yourself. OK?” I nodded
tearfully. The world went black again.


8. Ranch intake
===============

After 15 minutes we arrived at the gate just in time for a new
group of children aged 15-17 to be processed in the intake. The
intake procedure was always the same. They arrive with their
parents. No need of escort companies here. Inside the mandatory
bracelet there also was a GPS locator, so they could not hide
even if they want to. First step is to undress and undergo a
medical check-up – enema include. Then they get their clothes for
the intake – an orange jumpsuit with “Runner – call 911” printed
on the back.

Then all the mechanical restraints come on - A waist belt with
chains to the leather cuffs followed by leather cuffs at their
feet. You may wonder why we use restraints that heavily when it
comes to children. But back in 2006 deaths in treatment and in
juvenile detentions in many cases were the result of errors
committed during a restraining procedure, where the child ended
up death by suffocation. By having the parents helping us in this
procedure it calms things down a little. And the mechanical
restraints reduce the need for restraining the students.

Once dressed they all go to a meeting room where they have to
read their impact letter in the presence of their parents and the
other students. Yes – we call them students. Some Europeans would
call them inmates or detainees (some of them are not convicted in
a court of law, they have just been diagnosed with a mental
disease.), but we call them students and have done such in
behavior modification facilities for more than 50 years.

When the sessions with the impact letter are over, it is time to
say goodbye to the parents, who will go to the first of many
parent seminars.

The children are rushed off to the intake. When the mental
screening program and the juvenile prison reforms were
implemented a lot of intake system was evaluated, and a system
from a ranch in Escalante was chosen as the standard for our
state. Regardless of their age the next step is a stone circle of
2 x 2 meters with a tent they can sleep in until they have
progressed through the first step.

For some this was very upsetting when this was a new thing. When
I graduated thirty years back behavior modification facilities
often was run privately and hidden. Often the children would get
the first knowledge of the stone circles when they were placed in
them. Now it is common knowledge that the stone circle is the
destiny if you are either mentally ill or exhibit bad behavior.

However, some things never changes. How long their stay would be
is still only up to them selves. We use following questionnaire
at the ranch:

1.	Describe the issues you will address while you are here.
2.	Describe the members in your family
3.	Describe how every member of your family interacts with
        the other members of the family, including yourself?
4.	How your family relationships have affected you
5.	A brief history of your parents background
6.	Your sexual history
7.	Where you want to be in five years
8.	Where you want to be in ten years
9.	A list of ten things you like about yourself
10.	A list of ten things you do not like about yourself

That should keep them occupied for some days.

Enough about our intake, I came to solve a specific problem.


9. Taking responsibility
========================

I was greeted by Mr. Green - the ranch director in his office.
While we had coffee we discussed the problem. It was about young
Mr. Hansen or rather his mother. She would not take part in the
second parent – child seminar. It would be hurtful for her son,
if she did not attend.

“What is the exercise she would not take part in?” We use a lot
of red-green games etc. She had already completed the giver –
taker game with her son and we knew that she was so much a giver,
that her child had taken advantage of her during his teenage
years in a degree that he was the adult in the family rather than
her boy.

She would not share pain with her son. That was not good. Her son
came here at an age of 16 because he raped a girl of his own age.
The girl was also here (Rape victims also need treatment and
often more than their assailant due to the heavily emotional
damage.) and as a part of her healing she was going to work the
son over with a strap-on dildo.

It had to be today, because rapist gets a chastity belt on when
they are arrested and long-term denial means increase risk of
prostate cancer, so they have to be milked once a week and the
son should have been worked over in the weekend. Exposing a
criminal for an increased cancer risk is not acceptable. We don’t
have death penalty for rape, but a harsh punishment instead. We
had to find a solution today.

“Let me try to persuade the mother.”

“Feel free to try. She is in meeting room no. four.”

I presented myself for the mother and we started to talk about
the procedure and the importance of her participating in the
game.

“You know about the crime your son did commit?”

“Yes. But it is his crime. I have nothing to do with it.”

“We have to disagree here. Your son had been accustomed to
getting things his way. Then he met a girl, who stepped up
against him. It ended terrible wrong, because you had not
prepared him for resistance, which is something everybody meets
sometime in their lives.”

“But he was only 15. He was not supposed to have something to do
with a girl at all and the girl must have been very cheap because
she teased him into him believing that she wanted sex.”

 “First: It was just a normal flirt, but your boy did not
understand due to your lack of upbringing. Secondly: The age of
15 is also the age of consent after we have adjusted our limits
to European standards.”

“It is too young.”

“Perhaps, but so is the law and you should have talked with your
son about it. It falls back on you that he saw the girl as just
another toy he could have if he pushed on hard enough.” I could
see that I was getting to her, so I continued my attack. Of
course she had attended seminars and such parents have in fact
been broken. They just don’t know it. “And then there is the
giver – taker test. You are a giver in a degree that calls for
treatment of you. I could recommend that you should go before a
judge and let him evaluate if you should be committed too.” Then
she started to cry.

“Please don’t. I am not sick. I will participate.”

I padded her on her shoulder and comforted her. “You are doing
the right thing. You mean well and I personally think that you
try to be a good parent. Your boy will be grateful for your
help.” I left the room so she could pull herself together.


10. Healing Abby
================

An hour later I entered the milking room at the ranch. Young Mr.
Hansen sat in a chair all naked, but with his hands cuffed on his
back with leather cuffs. He had an isolation hood on made of
leather.

On the next chair the mother was strapped down on a gynecological
table with her feet strapped in the stirrups. She also had an
isolation hood on.

A therapist came with the girl. Her name is Abby. She was still
long from healed, but this was an important step on her way. We
comforted her as she undressed. Even with her rapist hooded and
restrained, she was scared off him.

I helped her with her waist belt. Soon it was strapped in place.
She was told to lie down on the first table and we strapped her
down and gave her an isolation hood on. Then we guided Mr. Hansen
over to her table and removed the mouth cover. We forced his
mouth down to her pussy. He had no choice. He knew that he had to
lick her or he could not move up in the levels. Acceptance of the
program and humility are a very important factor here at the
ranch.

She had been hurt a lot and you could see her muscles tense up.
Our job was to enable her to have a normal relationship with sex
and in fact she was blocking all feelings of pleasure due to the
horrifying experience, she had been through.

I grabbed a vibrator and held the boy back. Abby relaxed a little
and after a little while she was wet enough for the next step.

I inserted the dildo in her pussy very carefully. Then the dildo
for her other hole went in. Although it was lubricated it is a
difficult job. Abby had received a number of enemas here and of
course she had also experienced a butt plug, when she could not
hold the water inside her for 15 minutes, but this was her first
dildo.

Finally it was in place and now it was time for the cover, where
both dildos were clipped on to. Thin straps held the cover in
place and then I clipped the last dildo on, which was the
strap-on dildo, which should be used on young Mr. Hansen.

Abby was free from the table and I comforted her while the other
staff member guided young Mr. Hansen over to the table where he
was strapped down. He was very a chastity belt but it only
consisted of a sheet which covered his genitals, a waist belt and
chains going between his legs. He had to sit down when he had to
use the toilet. The belt only came off once a week when he was
chained in the bathroom.

Behind the sheet his penis was inserted in a tube. The purpose of
the tube was to inflict pain on him if he became aroused. There
was plenty of room in the tube for the penis when it was limp,
but certainly not if it became erected. It was a wonderful and
cheap way to control rapists.

Anyway it was time for Abby’s revenge. I removed the blindfold on
the hood. When his eye sight became focused on the surroundings,
he looked at Abby and for a moment you saw control in his eyes.
The he noticed the huge strap-on dildo on her and he understood.
At once sounds came from within the hood. I am certain that he
was trying to plead all he could as I carefully and slow
positioned Abby. I ordered her to press the dildo against his
sphincter. It was just to establish control. The dildo was not
lubricated so it would hurt. You could see on his eyes that he
was panicking. I padded Abby carefully on her shoulder and took a
tube so I could lubricate the dildo, while I spoke to him. “If I
had known that you were a squeezer, I would have ordered her to
wear high heel, so she could have used them on you.” The dildo
was now lubricated and I ordered Abby to increased pressure. The
boy started to moan from pain.

Then it happened! The dildo slipped in. I suppressed grunt came
from the boy. His body went limp and he opened his eyes wide.
Abby started to work on him in a slow but forceful rhythm. The
table was without wheels but it moved following Abby’s pace. I
could see a little blood and added more lubricant.

Abby increased the pace. The dildos inside her gave her a
sensation of pleasure. She was enjoying sex for the first time in
her life. She panted from exhaustion. I looked at the boy. His
face displayed despair over his situation and tears ran down from
his eyes.

Suddenly his body started to shiver and I noticed semen running
down from the chastity belt. She was milking him and he could not
resist. She had hammered against his prostate so long that his
body betrayed him. Abby did not stop, she was close to her climax
and she came a few minutes later and fell in over his body. As
she caught her breath, she looked directly into the eye of the
boy. The balance of power had changed. He was defeated,
humiliated and broken. Abby was on the road to recovery. But it
was not over yet.

I ordered her to pull back very carefully. Once she was out, I
did put a lubricated inflatable butt plug into his rectum and
pumped it. You could see his muscles around the sphincter working
out of control and this part of his body had to rest. A butt plug
would enable him to recover in his own pace.

I asked the staff member for a new dildo for the strap-on part of
the harness and as soon it was in place, we turned the attention
towards the mother. I addressed Abby: “This is the mother who
brought up your assailant. What would you do to her?”

Abby was still a little exhausted. “I only want to fuck her
normally, if you want to be so kind to insert a butt plug in her
behind.”

“OK. Wait a little while I prepare her.” I look over to the boy.
He was in despair. We were about to humiliate his mom and there
was nothing he could do about it.

I started to use a vibrator on the mother and it did not take
long before she wet. What a horny woman! Next came the butt plug
- It was lubricated and it came in after just a little struggle.
People can not to relax. It is the same every time. They tense up
when they feel the tip of the plug in their rectum and you could
see the shock effect going through their body when the plug did
slide in.

When the plug was in place, I started to pump it. I could see
that sweat started to appear all over her body.

Abby moved over and entered the mother forcefully, which resulted
and moaning sounds from inside the hood. Abby was in rage and I
was glad that I had worked on her before Abby came over, because
she would have been hard on the mother regardless of the mother
being wet or not.

I looked at the boy. Of course, lying down on the table he could
not see the condition of his mother, so he had to assume that she
was being hurt. He was dissolved with tear. First he had been
raped by his victim - Now his mother also. I bet that he felt
remorse for his crime.

Abby worked herself up once again but due to the hard work on the
son, it did not take long because, she to stop exhausted and
panting.
I guided her out from the room and left it to the staff members
to take care of mother and son.


11. Abby’s session
==================

I went with Abby to the bathroom where I gave her over to a
female staff member, so she could have a shower. Later I sat in
the cafeteria when she returned in the ordinary orange jumpsuit.
It was time for her to reflect over her past and the latest
experience.

“Abby. Sit down. We are going to talk about you.”

I looked at her. Abby was a totally normal teenage girl with
blond hair and a good-looking body. No one would have taken her
for being an at-risk teenager.

“Here is your assignment. Finish these sentences:”

“I blame myself for…”
“I judge myself for….”
“I feel shame about myself for …”

I gave her 15 minutes. Then I gave her a blindfold on and
connected the cuffs on her wrists to the waist belt. I took her
into the room next door and positioned her on a chair. I started
to read, what she had written.

“I blame myself for dating; I blame myself for riding without
bicycle helmet; I blame myself for not listening to my mother; I
blame myself for the death of my father.”

“I judge myself for my clothing; I judge myself for my way of
living; I judge myself for my poor grades at the school after the
rape.”

“I feel shame about myself for the rape; I feel shame about
myself for having unprotected sex, I feel shame about myself for
being born.”

She sobbed a little while I read it. When I was finished removed
her blindfold and she discovered that I have sat her in front of
a mirror with a picture of herself when she was 5 years old
fastened on the mirror.

I raised my voice. If she ever should be healed and turn out as a
polite servant to her future husband, I had to come hard on to
her. So I almost yelled questions and statement at her. “Is that
all you ready are? Look into your own eyes. No, that is not how
you really are. Who are you?” We continued for an hour.

I used the remote control to choose several songs from the hard
disc player. Depending of the situation it was songs like REM’s
“Everybody hurt”. Abby was totally caught up in the situation.
She did not now what was up and down. That is good. Often we
could not use very much of the character the children entered the
ranch with. We wanted Stepford wives and obedient office workers.
Large corporations had become concern that a lot of people in the
past often wanted to start their own business, when they had
gained experience in large firms. So we created new characters in
the children, so they could appear as good peer models when they
met children, who were new in the programs.

Abby started to remember when she was a carefree 5 year old and
those values in her life that allowed her such a life. Now she
just have to live like she did at that time with no boyfriends
and parties, then she would be fine. The session came to and end
and I hugged her before I gave her over to another staff member.


12. Pulling the cart
====================

We must have driven for 9 hours, maybe longer. I had lost track
on time because my head was enclosed in the leather hood. From
time to time they would take the gag out and offer me burgers and
pizza slices. Always a choice I would have made, if I had been
able to. Then we reached the border. They removed the hood and
put a blanket over me. I guessed that they did not want the
border police to see a child in a leather hood. It would have
raised too many questions. “Are we going to Mexico?”

“Yes, international experience is always something that can
secure emotional growth. That is something your parents had
chosen for you.”

Once we had crossed the border, they asked me if you would
co-operate. It seemed that I did not have much of a choice, so I
agreed. The rest of the journey I got to see the landscape, we
passed through. Two hours later we got to our destination.

It was something like a mining setting. “What is this?”

“We are extracting gravel for infrastructure works in California.
Your parents have signed you up for a plus 28 days boot camp so
you can capture the feeling of motivation and experience life
outside your comfort zone. Please follow me.”

We got to something like a reception. “Gonzales. Here is Mr.
Schmidt. Peter. We have to say goodbye for now. Enjoy your stay.
Remember, your parents signed you up for this because they love
you and want the best for you.”

It was then, that I notice that I had a diaper on. Two Mexican
staff members came over and took me down to a bath room.

They removed the diaper but not the arm-binder. Then they forced
me down on a trestle where they strapped me down. “Seńor Schmidt.
This process can be a little painful for those who have not been
through it before. Open your mouth.” As I did, they shoveled a
gag ball into my mouth. Then I felt that the inserted something
in my rectum. Soon something entered me. It was some kind of
fluid. It seemed to take forever. My stomach began to hurt. It
was as I was about to explode.

Then flow stopped. They removed the thing in my rectum. Then
something big started to be pressed against my sphincter. It
caused a lot of pain. “Seńor: Please relax or it will hurt more.”
It slipped in. A shock went through my body. The thing inside me
seemed to be growing in size. Then I notice that one of them
stood with a pump. They noticed the mixed look of surprise and
pain in my face. “It is just a butt plug, so you don’t spill
anything.”

They sat down and started to play cards. After some minutes my
stomach began to cramp. 5 minutes later I was screaming into my
gag. I felt it like my guts was being torn out. I passed out. The
next thing I remember was that the staff member had unstrapped
me. They helped me up on my feet and helped me over to a toilet.
They let the air out of  the butt plug and then they removed it.
The contents of my bowels were released and they pressed against
my stomach so it all came out.

Then they removed the armbinder and I got to shower. “Lets to and
get your uniform. Then we will tell you about the program.”

We went down to another room where there was a kind of a bar
hanging down from the ceiling. “Seńor. Stand here”. They quickly
put cuffs on me – both my hands and feet. Then they connected the
cuffs to hooks at the bar and on the floor. They hoisted the bar
until I was stretched completely out.

They started to wrap a leather thing around my waist, which I
recognized as a corset. Despite my protest about being dressed in
women clothes, they just continued to lace me. At a point it
became impossible to gain air so my protests died out and in the
end I could manage to grunt whenever they pulled in the laces.

Finally I was lowered to the floor. Chains were put on between
hooks in the corset and the cuffs at my arms and they took me to
an office, where I was seated.

Gonzales – obvious the headmaster took the word. “Welcome to
Herbaceous Perennial Learning Center (HPLC). You are here at our
boot camp in order to regain motivation and self-respect. We
operate with only three levels in our facility: Mule, Miner and
Mentors. You will start as a mule and through emotional growth in
our group therapy sessions gain access to the miner level. Please
follow the staff members and don’t work against the program if
you want to avoid the walker.”

I was let down into the valley where I saw a lot of youth in the
same outfit with shovels. They were shoveling gravel into carts.
But even more bizarre was the youth pulling the carts. Truly
falling into the role of a mule they were chained to the carts
and had bit gags in their moths. I was connected to a cart and
then the bit gag went in. A girl about my own age came over and
presented herself. “Hello. My name is Sharon and I am your
mentor. My job is to see that you do your job in the best way
possible. Follow me.” She took the reins connected to the bit gag
and pulled me over to two boys who were working hard. “Bill and
Trevor. This is Peter, who just now has joined Peer Group 87.
Welcome him.” They greeted me and went back to work. My cart was
soon filled with gravel and then Sharon guided me up to the main
building where other children on the miner level emptied the
cart.

The rest of the day was just one long reiteration. From time to
time Sharon offered me something to drink. In the evening, we all
lined up and went trough a shower, which was placed in middle of
nowhere. The water steamed when it hit my skin. There was not
much of a cleaning here. Then we were guided into a dinner hall
where they served something they called food. Sharon nursed me.
“Eat it all. You can always vomit outside. If you don’t eat, they
will accuse you of bulimia.” I forced myself to eat it.

Before we went on bed, we did our first group therapy session. I
had to read my impact letter out loud and then they all came down
on me. I was surprised by the aggression in the way they
criticized me and they took me off guard. I was crying when they
were finished but Trevor comforted me. “Confess your wrongdoings
and take responsibility for your actions. Then you quickly will
feel better.”

I was so tired when I went to bed that I ignored the fact that I
only had a blanket on and we had to sleep on mattresses on the
floor.


13. Throwing away pain
======================

I went outside the Ranch. Before I went back to juvenile court, I
had to talk my Carlson. The manager of the “sandbag exercise” had
something to discuss.

I could see that all three walkers were in service with all
places taken. The sandbag exercise was invented 30 years ago in a
lockdown near Cummington in Massachusetts. It had so fine results
that we also used it here at the ranch with a few adjustments.

Each kid had to label a 30 kilo sandbag with the name of the
burden they had struggled with for years. Then they had all the
pony gear on including head harness and gag after which the
sandbag was hooked on the harness. They were guided over to the
walker where chains hang down from each arm on the walker. Each
walker could take 8 students. The students were clipped on to the
chains with nipple clamps. Once all 8 students were connected,
the walker started with a slow pace.

Normally the exercise lasted for one or two hours depending of
the state of the students. When it was time the walker was
stopped and the bit removed. One by one they were asked what kind
of feeling the sandbag represented. Words as “depression, anger,
loneliness, anxiety” came out.

Then the nipple clamps were removed and when they squatted down
due to the pain of blood flowing back to the nipples they were
asked about what feeling they felt, when they were released from
the burden. Now words as “hope, confidence, relief and calmness”
were heard. It was a very good exercise. By this way they could
endure pain together and release it together.

Generally people need to know that if you keep carry burdens deep
inside you, you will end up with a virtual backpack of incredible
dimensions. People have to open up and to let things go from this
backpack from time to time or they would not be able carry it in
the end.

Carlson came to me.

“What is the problem?”

“We can not take the number of students which needs treatment.
Somehow the mental screening program had result in an increase in
the number of students, who are sent here. We need at least two
more walkers, so we have time to service them. If one of them
breaks down, we are in a lot of trouble.”

“I will discuss it with the politicians down at the city hall.”
Founding has always been a problem, but we were doing a good job
here and helping children. Somehow they must see that we need
more money. After all we have been the biggest business in the
States for 5 years - Even greater than the computer industry.


14. Short tour on the Ranch
===========================

It was a busy day on the ranch so when I came back to the
reception the lady behind the desk asked me if I could do her a
favor. I had time in my schedule, so I agreed.

The parent of a girl wanted to see the Ranch because their
daughter had been spinning out of control due to an unhealthy
relationship with another girl. I think that the parents dislike
the possibility of her being a lesbian. But her records did not
show that the relationship was in fact of sexual character. She
had been tested for the gene defect and she did not have it.

Nevertheless being on the safe side did not hurt anyone and I
would not be surprised if we with extensive therapy could get a
confession out of her. It is no crime to have another sexual
orientation, but our laws don’t make it illegal to try to alter
in back to normal either. She could fit in just fine.

We started at the intake where new arrivals were cleaned and
dressed in uniforms. They were impressed but also concerned
because their daughter had threatened to kill herself. I could
easily calm them down. Beside the normal phase one with the stone
circles the ranch had a special treatment unit looking more like
a hospital. We went over to the STU as we called it.

Once inside they could see that the children had to sit in their
beds all day unless they raised their hands in order to call for
group therapy. Even meals were given to eat in bed and they had
to eat it with their hands. There was no way that they could harm
themselves. All the children were dressed in diapers and bra, if
they were girls. Beside that they had the normal waist belt with
cuffs on hands and legs. Twice a day they could use the toilets
escorted by staff members.

“What if they insist on leaving their bed and don’t obey the
order about staying in bed?”

“Follow me.”

In the next room we saw a boy about 12 years old with a straight
jacket and a leather hood on sitting on the floor.

“Feel free to come closer. As you can see the staff has chosen to
immobilize him with a straight jacket. The leather hood is in
fact a two layer hood, it is a latex hood padded and with a
leather hood outside. It should prevent him from banging his head
down in the floor. He can not stand up because his legs are
wrapped in an eight inches wide nylon wrap around his knees. The
bag ball in his mouth is hollow. Of course it makes him drool a
lot, but the risk of suffocation is reduced to almost nothing. We
will be checked on every two hour and a staff member would feed
him three times per day with a spoon.”

“For how long would he stay like this?”

“Only for a week, then they often have learned their lesson.”

“I believe that it would be a good place for Christie. For how
long do the students stay here before they move on the next
level?”

“1-3 months. By the way: We also treat internet addiction here.
If you look inside here, we have taken the best of a treatment
method used in China for many years. Electrical shocks to
pressure points combined with therapy cures the most hardcore
internet users.”

We left STU and went over to the main building. While we were
passing the court yard a cart passed us.

“I can see that you rely heavily on the fact that they work as
human ponies.”

“That is correct. We believe that Equestrian Therapy can benefit
the children so they are less defiant and appreciate the comfort
and things that they have taken for granted at home. It is not a
new invention. Equestrian Therapy has been a part of behavior
modification for more than 30 years.”

Back in the main building they wanted to see the room used for
time out. Back in the old days the public often came with an
outcry when they saw children lying on concrete floor many hours
and in small rooms where they could not stretch out. So we have
improved it. Now they sit naked but strapped down in toilet
chairs with a leather hood on for 8 hours while they have to
listen to audio and video tapes with encouraging lectures. It is
both an old and an efficient system and also cheap when it comes
to the number of staffs overseeing the process. We just have to
change the bucket under the toilet chair once in a while.

A chair was taken by a student. I motioned for the parents to
step closer. “He cannot here you. Inside the hood there are
earpieces and as you can see he is wearing a set of special
goggles. In fact he is watching a self-improvement tape right now
as you can see on the display of the harddisk player they are
hooked up to.”

After the visit of the timeout room, we continued to tour the
cafeteria and some of the classrooms before we ended up in the
reception again.

The parents would turn Christie over to us next Monday.


15. Confession
==============

At HPLC we were sitting for yet another group therapy session.
Peer Group 87 had been increased by a new member: 16 year old
Kylie.

We had been going over her impact letter. Kylie was a special
case. She used weed and therefore she was a special case.
Normally it was only a minority the children on wilderness
therapy, therapeutic boarding schools etc. who were drug or
alcohol users. The majority had issued regarding family matters,
disobedience, mild depressions etc.

Suddenly she broke into tears when she read that chapter where
her parents expressed amazement about her drug use starting out
of nowhere. She was all tears and started to sob without control.
At a point I even got very nervous on her behalf because it was
almost as she could not breathe. Sharon was soon to interfere.
“Group hug. Everybody. Fast!”

We all went over and hold her tight. It was then she confessed:
“A janitor at my school raped me.” It was a breakthrough. A staff
member came and asked about details. The incident had taken place
when she was 11. The staff member grilled her over and over
again. Then he handed out the conclusion. Kylie had chosen to
wear new trousers which left her ankles uncovered against the
advice of her mother. She had provoked the janitor by her
challenging clothes. So in a way she carried some of the reason
for the attack her self. But he also had good news for Kylie. “By
acknowledging your responsibility for the attack you don’t have
to do drugs anymore. The truth is out in the open. You don’t have
to hide anymore.” Kylie sobbed with relief.

Then it was my turn.

Somehow I was still a little confused about being here. I had
finished in top 10 at my high school. I even got to talk for 30
seconds at the graduation ceremony.
Bill attacked me based on my impact letter. He had been reading
me like a book. “You are without goals in you life. You are
drifting. Life is not over just because you have graduated. Life
is just beginning.”

It was then that I understood. I had been covered by my own
success. I had forgotten to see beyond schooling. School is just
a stop on the road we call life.

“Yes, I get it. I need to be kicked, so I can go on again.”

Sharon broke in. “What about a motivation session now. Would it
not be a great idea to help Peter in his emotional struggle?” The
group nodded. She signaled the staff member and he went outside
for a moment. Then he returned with a trestle. It was padded on
the top. “Peter. Come over here and bend in over the trestle.”

I did as she told me. Then the cuffs on my feet were hooked on to
the trestle. A strap went over my waist to I could not move.
“Bill and Kylie. Hold his torso, so he can feel loved.”

I could here Sharon move around behind me, but I could not see
what she did. Suddenly I felt it. A sharp pain as she hit me with
a whip. “Peter. Shout that you will be motivated.”

“I feel motivated.” I clenched my teeth as the second lash hit
me.

“I can not here you.”

“I feel motivated.” Then the third one hit me.

“I..I.. feel motivated.” Another one hit me. I was as she cut me
with knives.

She continued to give me about 20 to 25 lashes before she
stopped. “I think that you got the message, but we will do
another session next week. Kylie and Peter. Due to your
breakthrough during this session, you are now on the miner level.
Trevor. We still feel that you have something that you have not
shared with the group, so you are now demoted to the mule level.”

I was sorry on behalf of Trevor, but as I had learned you have to
take responsibility for your actions.


16. Spare the rod, spoil the child
==================================

I was back in my cart. While I had been busy at the Ranch, Frank
had fresh water and oatmeal at the Ranch so he was pulling with
renewed strength. Before I had to go to the juvenile hall I had
to be a witness at the local high school. A young couple had sex
in the gym and that is not allowed. Also another girl had
gathered enough negative merit points, so she had to be punished.

In order to ensure that the children did not suffer serious
injuries during corporal punishment both a doctor and yours truly
had to be present when the punishment was to be administered.

Well arrived at the high school I went straight for the office of
the headmaster. Mr. Jones greeted me and I looked the papers
over. “It seems to be in order. Have the parents arrived?”

“Yes, they are waiting in the locker room. The children have the
clothes on.”

“Let’s go then”

We went down to the locker room where we fetched the families.
Then we went in front of the school where the punishment trestle
was placed.

“Miss Johnson. Will you please steep forward?”

A young girl about 15 years of age stepped forward.
“Miss Johnson. I have to notify you that the School district of
Newtown had recorded a total of 20 negative merit points, which
means three swaps with the light whip. Have you brought your
personal punisher?” She nodded.

The student and parents handbooks for our high schools allowed
the student to bring a person which is to administer the
punishment. If the student does not appoint such a person, it is
my sad task.

“Please take place on the trestle.”

She positioned herself on the trestle. I could see that all the
students were looking out of the windows. Even the soccer team
stopped their practice and looked through a fence. I approached
the trestle.

“Please relax. I have to strap you down. It is policy.” I worked
quietly. Several straps went over her legs, waist and arms. She
could not move. Next I applied a posture collar. It is not good
having them turn around all time to see when the lash would come.
I checked that the punishment coat also covered her body so the
square opening at her rear only exposed her buttocks. The purpose
with the coat is to protect her from being hit too low at her
legs or too high in the kidney area. I had to make her a final
offer.

“Do you want a gag? Remember that the entire school is watching.”
She nodded. I gagged her with a huge red gag ball. It was
connected to the posture collar. She was ready.

“Will the punisher step forward” Her mother stepped forward. She
was dressed in a black jumpsuit issued by the school and had a
half mask on making her look like an executioner from the middle
Ages.

I gave her the whip. I was a latex whip with 9 tails. Then I
adjusted the speedometer, so we could record the exact speed the
whip would hit the buttocks with. We don’t want cheating here.
Punishment is punishment. Appointed punishers have always been
given opportunities to practice on dummies down at the juvenile
centre.

The mother stepped behind the trestle and prepared herself. I
could see that the girl was sweating, nervous of when the lash
would hit her.

Then the first lash landed. Her body gave a shiver. I could see
that she was biting hard in the gag ball. The doctor came over
and looked carefully at the red stripes on her left buttock. I
checked the speed. The lash was hard enough. I pronounced loudly
that it was accepted “One”.

The mother struck again. A perfect lash! The doctor signed that
the skin was not broken and I confirmed the lash “Two!”

The mother prepared herself for the final lash. The girl shivered
and her body tensed up. I held my hand up and went over to her
and tried to comfort her “You are almost through - Just one more
to go!”

I signed her mother to go on. The final lash hit her perfectly.
It brought her to tears. The doctor checked her before she was
released and I read confirmed that the punishment was carried out
for the public.

A teacher and her mother supported her as the walked back to the
school.

17. Lovebirds
=============

“Miss Lawson and Mr. Johnson, Please step forward”

A young lovely couple stepped forward.

“You have broken the law against immoral behavior. The punishment
is 10 lashes with the light whip and 5 strokes with the cane.
Because you are both the injured party and the perpetrator, you
have to cane each other. Please remember that the speed of the
cane is measured as a precaution against cheating. A stroke
delivered with an unsatisfactory speed will not count. Who wants
to be the first one?”

The young man stepped forward. What a noble gesture. Even though
these children breaks the law, I often can see the good person
inside them struggling to get out and this young man seemed as an
adolescent with a good basic foundation who happened to had made
a single bad choice.

“Please lie down on the trestle.”

When he was in place and gagged I asked for the personal
punisher. His mother stepped forward. It was very obvious that
him being caught having sex outside had embarrassed the family. I
had to step in several times and stop the proceedings so the
doctor could check if the skin was broken. If such an incident
occurred, the whole process had to be stopped and he would be
given the rest of the punishment the next week.

The mother was just too hard on the boy. She was angry and that
is wrong. The fine art of corporal punishment prescribe that the
person, who gives it, has to be in balance with him or her self.
That was not the case with this mother. Then it happened. The
ninth lash hit the edge of the punishment coat and his leg. At
once I stepped in. “This was a lash outside the target area and
also an offence against corporal punishment code. This lash does
not count. Do it once more.”

She pulled herself together and he received the final two lashes
in a proper manner.

“Miss Lawson. It is your turn.”

Hesitantly she went over to the container where the canes were
placed in antiseptic fluid. She picked one and tearfully brought
it over to me for approval. I nodded and she positioned herself.

You could have heard a needle being dropped. It was so quiet and
after all were we talking of about 150 people watching the event.
Only a sob from the girl was heard while she was trying to pull
herself together.

Then the cane stroked his buttocks. A red stripe appeared at once
on his behind. It was good that he was gagged. They suppressed
cries told us that it hurt like hell.

She sobbed a little and walked round a little before she got
ready for the second stroke. It hit him almost at the same place.
I knew from a colleague that they had spent several days training
with the cane, so they did not hit the same spot all the time.
They wanted it over with this day.

The third stroke hit him a little lower and the doctor checked
the stripes. The skin was not broken. When she hit him the forth
time, he peed in his pants. His body was shacking when he was hit
the final time.

I helped him over to a stretcher where the nurse applied
relieving cream to his tormented behind.

In the meantime it was Miss Lawson’s turn. She was crying when
she was strapped down. It had been hart for her to punish her
boyfriend. She had seen his pain, his suffering. Now she has to
through the proceedings herself.

For some reasons this was the mothers day, when it came to the
personal punishers. 10 precise and quick lashes were done by her
mother. As I was told by the head master, Miss Lawson was the
youngest of three sisters, so it was not the first time this
mother was down here at the high school delivering lashes.

It was young Mr. Johnson’s turn to administer her final
punishment. Was he up to it?

The nurse and the head master supported him as he selected the
cane he would use for the punishment. After I had approved it he
positioned himself. I was nervous. Could he aim and hit her
correctly? The first stroke hit her perfectly. I ordered the
doctor to check the result carefully so he could gather strength
for the next stroke.

I could see that he cried. I looked around and some of the
student standing around the scene was sobbing too. They knew that
they also would be victim of their own desire. How many of these
students had just been lucky when they had sex at the school or
in their cars?

The next stroke caused her to pee. A little pool of their pee had
been formed at the trestle. I went over to her. I could see that
she was shaking. I addressed the onlookers and asked for a
person, who could comfort and support her. One of her girlfriend
came over and sat in a chair next to her holding her hand.

“Lis: You are almost done. Only three more to go!”

The next stroke hit her and she bit so hard into the gag that I
ordered it replaced. While I was at it I tried to keep her spirit
up. “You have been so brave. Only two strokes more and you are
done.”

“You are killing me. I am going to die”. She cried.

I padded her head when the gag was in place. The forth stroke hit
her without incident, but when the final stroke hit her, she
started to tremble. The skin had been broken and a thin cut had
been made in her left buttock.

What have I done? Oh. My god. What have I done?” The boy walked
around and whimpered and the headmaster tried to comfort him. He
had not done anything wrong, but caning on the naked buttock does
carry a risk of the skin being broken. In Singapore and Malaysia
they often claim that it is common for the skin to break after
the third or forth blow.
The girl was treated by the nurse and we only had one thing more
to do before my work here at the high school was done. The mother
had gone beyond her powers and she was up for punishment. “Will
the punisher of Mr. Johnson please dress into a punishment coat
and report back here at the trestle.”

The mother started to protest her case, but it was of no use. The
law had been broken and she had to pay for her crime.

When she returned, I could see that she had tried to maintain as
much as her decency as possible. In order to remain anonymous,
she had asked to be hooded with an isolation hood. It is a
leather hood with a built-in ball gag and blindfold. They guided
her over to the trestle and I asked the boy to step forward once
more. After they had assure him of that the girl was ok, he had
calmed down.

“It is your task to administer five lashes to your personal
punisher. Please go on”

“But”

“So is the law. Proceed”

He gave her the lashes in a proper manner. Every time he hit her,
we could hear a suppressed squeal from inside the hood. I did not
know in what relaxed odd way they managed their household, but
she was not used to being lashed. She also peed while being
lashed and a huge cleaning job waited for the person, who had to
clean up after this punishment.

When I had filled out all the records, I made arrangement for the
next rounds of punishment before I left. Punishment sessions at
the high school is usual a weekly event.


18. Host family
===============

I had been at HPLC for 6 weeks when I was called into the office.
Sharon went away four days ago and now I was mentor for the
group. When I came into the office, my parents were present. We
hugged and the headmaster started.

“We have talked about your future. Your parent had been looking
into your old books back home and you were very interested in
law. Why did you not seek it right away?”

“I was not sure that I was ready for it. I wanted to get some
experience before I jumped into a study I did not know, that
follow through to the end.”

“Normally a good idea, but it carries the risk of being stuck
doing what you do during a sabbatical year. That is why most
professionals don’t recommend taking a break from the studies.
The money you earned at the store was nice spending money.
Correct?”

“Yes, I have to admit that.”

“There you see, but enough of that. Your parents have a proposal
for you. Either you agree staying at a host family when you start
studying at the university with all expenses paid or they set you
in a room downtown and then you are totally on your own. You
won’t be able to visit your parents if you choose this option.
They have told me that they won’t allow you to hurt them by your
choices anymore.”

“It is not a real choice. It is blackmail.”

“That is your options: Either an education or an “Exit plan”. You
choose.”

“I will take the education.”

“You are a smart kid. I saw it when you first came here. You can
go back and hold a last group therapy session, where you can
appoint the new mentor for your group. Then you are out of here
this afternoon. We were so sure of your choice that all
arrangements have been taken and your belongings have been
transported to the host family.”

Later I attended the last group therapy session where Bill became
the next mentor. Bill had attacked me hard when I presented my
impact letter and he seemed to be the right guy to manage the
group.

My parents waited for me outside the camp and we drove off to
Boston where I would attend the university. I still remember the
drive today. We laughed and cried. Of course I tried to tell them
who the camp was, but they did not believe it, so I gave up. It
was the last time, we was together for a longer time. When I
graduated and started here at the juvenile court, I was too busy
with my career to visit them apart from Christmas and when they
died 10 years later in a car accident, I settled for sending a
wreath instead of attending the funeral.

I was torn about their decision to send me to the camp. I had
accepted that I had a problem and I wanted to work on it. During
my stay at the university I had committed myself to work with the
12-steps program against my addition for low-income jobs. But I
also felt banished and deserted by my parents. They could have
chosen a kind of residential treatment near my home where they
could have been part of my cure. They did choose the easy way
out. They sent me away to Mexico, which for some reason always
are the dumping place for inhumane treatment that it too
mortified to have in your country.

2 days later we arrived in Boston. We were greeted by two women
in their 40’s - Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Katt. They showed me my
room and I recognized a lot of my old stuff. Then I said goodbye
to my parents. The rest of the time before I started to study, I
used on attending meetings with groups of people trying to
overcome their various additions and doing chores in the house.

When I started to study the first three month went without
incidents. Then one day I came home with a D as result of an
unexpected test. Mrs. Anderson was angry. “What is this? Why did
you not prepare yourself properly? Are you about to become ill
again? Go down in the basement and wait!”

I was worried. Would they phone my parents so I had to stop
studying? I went down in the basement and 15 minutes later I
began to think that they had forgotten me. They didn’t.

The door opened and both the women entered dressed in black
leather suits. “We are going to teach you how to stay motivated.
For some time we have suspected that you are about to become too
comforted and laid-backed, when it comes to your studies. This
development has to stop right now. Undress – all your clothes.”

When I was naked Mrs. Katt went behind me and gave me leather
cuffs on. Then she pulled a leather hood on. The openings for
eyes and mouth was closed with a blindfold and mouth gag which
were buckled on.

They guided me over to a bed where I was placed on my knees and
with chains they pulled my legs apart so my genitals were
exposed. One of them started to touch me carefully around my
private area and even tough I was somehow shameful being naked
with two women I did not know very well, I could not help me. My
penis became erect. They continued to touch me. It would not be
long before I came. Then they put something around it. (They
called it a ball-stretcher). A single strap went around the root
of the penis; another was strapped around the scrotum. I had
never had such an erection before. The tip of my penis was
covered by pre-cum. I was about to explode.

Then the strap around my scrotum was tightened. It was
unbearable. I so wanted a relief. To make it worse they started
to press something against my sphincter. It was painful. Mrs.
Anderson removed the blindfold. “Please make it easy for
yourself. Press as if you are on the toilet. Then it will be
easier. It is just a butt-plug” She closed the blindfold again.

The pain in my behind increased. Suddenly it slipped inside. I
was as a shock wave slipped through my body. After it had settled
it seemed to grow in size. They could pump it. While they had
worked with the plug my erection had gone. Then the plug started
to vibrate and they started to tease my penis again. The erection
came back and also the pain of no relief. The stretcher was
tightened a little again. I pleaded but the gag made my pleading
unintelligible.

I pulled at my restraints but they had secured me properly. The
blindfold was removed and Mrs. Anderson talked to me. “Now for
your punishment! We will teach you endurance.”

I felt the cane hit my buttocks. First the feeling was only a
little warm, but then the pain settled in. I screamed in my gag.
“Bite into your gag. You are going to receive 5 strokes with the
cane and 10 lashes with the whip.”

Every time the cane hit me, I gave a suppressed cry. Tears began
to run down from my eyes. After the 5 strokes Mrs. Katt started
to whip me. She hit my genitals almost causing me to pass out.
When she was done, I was broken. They had conquered me. At that
point I was willing to do whatever they asked for me. But the
punishment was not over.

Mrs. Anderson had disappeared for a moment and when she came
back, she had a huge strap-on dildo strapped on to her. She
removed the gag in my mouth. “Guess where this is going. Lick! It
is all the lubricant it gets.” (She was lying, but I did not know
at the point.) I licked as it was my life, which was on the
stake.

Mrs. Katt let the air out of the butt plug. It was removed with a
little pain and then Mrs. Anderson positioned herself behind me.
Mrs. Katt inserted the gag once again. When Mrs. Anderson started
to press the tip of the dildo against my sphincter, the pain was
even worse than the butt-plug. I was screaming in the gag. It
slipped in but the pain continued. Slowly she worked in a steady
slow page until the dildo was totally inside me. She increased
the pace. I was sure that I was not a gay, but the penis became
erect once more. Soon I was back where they kept me aroused but
without the possibility of relief. Mrs. Anderson also became
aroused and suddenly she came with a scream. She continued to
work me over until she collapsed over me.

When the dildo came out, I could feel the sphincter working
without control. It was convulsing due on the abuse it had been
though.

Mrs. Anderson took the strap-on dildo off and I noticed that it
was a doubled ended dildo, so she was able to secure herself
satisfaction.

Mrs. Katt took it on. I tried to plead them, but it was of no
use. They closed the blindfold. Mrs. Katt soon inserted the dildo
again. I was crying in side the hood. She was working me over
with a steady pace and Mrs. Anderson started to tease my penis
again. I so wanted relief. What did they want from me?

Mrs. Katt came and Mrs. Anderson released the stretcher and I
came like I ever had before. It did not seem to stop. It flowed
forever. Then I passed out.

When I regained consciousness again I was lying in the bed freed
from the restraints. Mrs. Anderson stood by the bed.

“I hope you have learned your lesson. Don’t you ever bring a D or
lower home again or the punishment would be severe. We have to go
over your home contract once more and introduce some consequences
for various rule-breakings.”

Somehow I managed to steer free of D’s for the rest of my stays
at my host family, but I was punished for a couple of C’s. The
punishment consisted of me being dressed in a petticoat, corset
and a maid uniform for the entire weekend doing whatever chores
they gave me.

Shortly before I turned 19 I bumped into Sharon again. She got to
live with her own family after the camp and I so envied her.
Well, we began to see each other and although we had some setback
as when she turned unexpected up during one of my
punishment-weekends, which was so embarrassing. However, she
understood what I was going through, because it was an option,
her parents considered but turned down.

When I was 19 the host family informed my parents that I was able
to stand on my own feet and I got a small apartment near the
campus, which I soon shared with Sharon. Sharon became my wife
and we raised a well-functional family (apart from Frank). Due to
our shared past in the camp, we understand each other, which is
difficult for people, who had not been placed in a behavior
modification facility or a boot camp.

You can not forget your past. Herbaceous Perennial Learning
Center saved my life. No question about that. My career could
have been described with a five-letter word – McJob – if it had
not been for the camp. But the torment had been in my dreams one
or two times since every month. I can not judge if it is OK to
banish your child in such a way, just because they run into
trouble. What I know is that the experience made me addicted to
another burden. Once a month Sharon and me goes up to our cabin
in the mountains where we play “Minor and mule” dressed up in
jumpsuit and pony outfit.


19. Boy milking department
==========================

Frank pulled the cart up in front of the building of the juvenile
court. The day was almost over. I just had to check up on Lilly.
I released Frank. It was also his turn today. With Frank
following me in a chain, we reached the milking department.

On a bench outside the department, her parents were reading some
newspapers on their laptops. When they saw me, they got up and we
talked about how successful her daughter did it at the test
earlier. They were so delighted to get their daughter home again.
Now they could focus on her future. I liked those moments when we
can see the fruit of our work.

Then I took Frank inside. I removed the flap on his outfit which
covered his genitals and took him over to Lilly. She was lying on
a bench strapped securely down with several wide leather straps.
She had a latex hood on with an opening for the mouth. In her
mouth she had a tube gag. She had served the entire day milking
male ponies and now she was close to being a free woman.

I gave Frank a condom on. It had been a week since his last
milking and he had a hard-on within seconds. The weekly milking
is very important if we should avoid the risk of prostate cancer
for our inmates later in life. I was speechless when I learned
that some programs thirty years ago punished their students if
they discovered that they had been masturbating. We don’t have
death penalty for undergoing treatment.

Frank shoveled his member inside Lilly’s mouth. There was not
much she could do being robbed using her lips, but a little
tongue work could always speed the process on.

While Lilly was taking care of Frank, I looked around. Some male
inmates were serving their punishment here. People convicted of
white collar crimes were often punished like this. Mr. Kay in the
ponygirl service room was convicted of conducting irregular
lobbying. According to our law lobbyist had to be registered. He
didn’t, so now he is lying on his back also with a latex hood on
his head and had to lick whomever pony girl put her private part
down over his mouth. Of course women does not medical need relief
as often as males but in these times of equality between the
sexes we did not find it appropriate if the ponygirls should have
the same level of service as the ponyboys.

Seeing Mr. Kay with the latex hood almost white around the mouth
area caused by dried up vagina juice from an unknown number of
ponygirls, I could understand the hard choice Wilbur made earlier
today.

A grunt from Frank stopped my thinking. Still gagged during the
process he could not say when he was done, but Lilly had done her
task. When Frank had been escorted out of the room I started to
free Lilly. When the gag was removed she started to complain.
“Yuk. The taste of a condom will haunt me forever.” She went over
to a sink and began to drink directly out off the tap.

I did not know how many ponyboys she served today. Normally it
would be about 20 to 25.

I told her to take a shower. Her mother had some clothes for her.
When she returned, I gave her the signed release papers and then
she was off to a free life.

It was the final task for today. I went down and connected Frank
to the cart again before we drove off to our home.








































References:
===========

Mental screening program:
http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/328/7454/1458
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Freedom_Commission_on_Mental_Hea
lth
http://www.teenscreen.org/


Civil inmate labor program:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civilian_Inmate_Labor_Program

At least children get some good years in rehab:
http://schoolsforteens.com/index/Schools/Tranquility+Bay/Parent+S
upport+News/The+Program+woke+us+up

Behavior modification:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavior_modification
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavior_modification_facility

Alcohol detection bracelet:
http://www.alcoholmonitoring.com/products/index.html

Teen escort companies:
http://www.center-validering.dk/wikipedia/TeenEscortCompany.htm

Juvenile victims often get punished more than their assailant
(same story from two sources):
http://www.isaccorp.org/visionquest/vision-quest.10.29.06.html
http://www.caica.org/NEWS%20Studies%20about%20youth%2010-29-06.ht
m

Frequent masturbation prevents prostate cancer:
http://www.blackwell-synergy.com/links/doi/10.1046/j.1464-410X.20
03.04319.x/abs/

Prostate milking:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostate_milking

Value of Equestrian Therapy:
http://www.coppercanyonacademy.com/anassisted.html

Treatment against Internet addiction:
http://www.usatoday.com/tech/news/2005-07-01-china-web-addiction_
x.htm

Listen to tape as punishment.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/this_world/4061595.stm
http://cafety.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=420&I
temid=94

Rooms for punishment back in the old days:
http://www.paulareeves.com/Photo%20Gallery/1-Photo_gallery.htm

Using parents to administer corporal punishment at the schools:
http://www.communitychristianschool.com/20062007secondaryhandbook
.doc   (Disciplinary action, 6F)
http://www.ccsmb.com/ADM_school_handbook.htm (Discipline, 8)


Picture of a caned buttock from 2004:
http://www.corpun.com/uss00404.htm#13080

12 step program:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_step

