Florida Justice
By Conor
copyright 2004 by Conor, all rights reserved

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When I was twelve years old my Mom decided that we should
move from Michigan to Florida. As we crossed the Georgia-
Florida border I saw a huge Billboard that read 'FLORIDA-The
Rules are Different Here.' I should have known then what I
was in for. 

My Mom was very annoyed with me. I had been complaining
nonstop about the move. At first she tried to reassure me by
saying stuff like, "I know you are very shy Tyler, but you
will make new friends in Florida, you'll see. You can even
go on sleep overs with your new friends once we get your,
you know, bed wetting, under control."

"Mom," I screamed. "Don't talk about that." 

When I continued to complain about the move my Mom just
glared at me like she wanted to trade me in for a new son. 

We moved into our apartment in Coral Sands, Florida, and the
next day my Mom registered me for school. I was shocked to
see that there were "Metal Detector" machines at the
entrance to the junior high school I was to attend.  

I was tall for my age, but skinny. And I was very
unathletic. Mostly I liked to read comic books, or write my
own stories.

When I started school the jocks, mostly football players,
picked on me immediately. Billy, the captain of the football
team, found out that I got out of Physical Education because
of my allergies, and he called me a 'Sissy.' Every time I
passed him in the halls he elbowed me, or worse. He was
always careful though not to do it in front of any teachers.

At the end of my first week at school I was carrying my tray
of food in the cafeteria when suddenly I was tripped up and
sent sprawling. Slowly picking myself up off the floor, I
looked around, but couldn't see who had tripped me. I
strongly suspected that it was Billy, or one of his apelike
jock friends. 

That weekend I planned my revenge on Billy. I finally came
up with a sure-fire way that I could get him expelled, or
sent to reform school. 

The following Tuesday as I walked near the entrance to the
school I spotted Billy chatting up a real cute cheerleader.
Billy's rucksack was on the ground nearby. While he was
distracted I took the penknife out of my pocket and began to
slip it into Billy's rucksack. I knew that he would be
stopped immediately when he tried to go through the metal
detectors. However, before I got the knife inside I felt a
hand on my shoulder, "What are you doing, boy?"

I turned around, and found to my horror that it was Officer
Clemens, the school security officer. I panicked. I kicked 
her in the shins, and tried to run off. But Officer Clemens
grabbed me tightly, and then handcuffed me. An hour later I
found myself with Miss Clemens at the Juvenile Court intake
area.

Mrs. Walker, the Intake Officer, said, "Your name is Tyler
Thompson, and your age is 12, is that correct?" Reluctantly,
I nodded. 

When Mom arrived she looked angrier than I had ever seen
her. During the next few hours the grownups went off and had
meetings about me. Only a couple times was I allowed to
participate. The grownups didn't look like they believed me.
I knew I was in big, big trouble. 

At noon Officer Clemens, Mom and I went to the restaurant
next door for lunch. When I tried to talk to Mom at lunch
all she would say was, "I am very angry at you. I had to
take off of work to come here." After lunch we returned to
the Juvenile Court. 

At 2:30 pm Mrs. Walker told Mom, "The facts of this case
seem clear enough. Tyler carried a concealed weapon on
school property, a serious crime. He also assaulted Officer
Clemens. There appear to be no mitigating circumstances."

Mrs. Walker continued, "Tyler's hearing before Judge Janet
Jensen will be in Hearing Room A tomorrow at 4pm. Now we
need to talk about what will happen to Tyler between now and
his hearing tomorrow. He can, of course, be kept in Juvenile
lockup in the basement of this facility overnight." She went
on, "Or, I can temporarily place Tyler in a new program
approved by the Florida Legislature last month. It is called
FLANAP (Florida Nude Alternative Program). In this program
Tyler would be able to go home with you this evening, Mrs.
Thompson. However, the program does include some spankings
and enforced nudity. Tyler would also have to start a
program tomorrow designed to stop his bed wetting."

Mom said, "Thank you, Mrs. Walker, for offering us an
alternative to the lockup. I really feel awful about all the
trouble my son has caused. How do we start Tyler on this
FLANAP program?" 

"Very simple," Mrs. Walker said. "Beginning immediately
Tyler will have to give up all his clothes. For the next
twenty-four hours Tyler's body will be public property, and
he will receive at least one spanking today and one
tomorrow. He will also get the NINE treatment for his bed
wetting."

"No way," I screamed. I tried to run away, but Officer
Clemens held me down.

"Now, Tyler," Mom said. "It won't be so bad. At least you
won't be locked up like a common criminal. A handsome boy
like you could be hurt badly in a place like that. You might
even, you know, be raped."

That got my attention. I was shaking in fear. Finally,
reluctantly, I nodded my head, and said, "OK, I'll do it!" 
Following Mrs. Walker's instructions, I started to undress.
I got down to my white underpants and it got so embarrassing
for me that I couldn't go further. 

Well, what happened next was Officer Clemens restrained me
while my own Mom stripped off my underpants. I was now naked
in front of three women, one of them my Mom who had not seen
me without clothes since I was eight. I was blushing like
mad. 

"Tyler," Mrs. Walker said, "Officer Clemens will now give
you your first spanking." I was forced to lay over Miss
Clemens' lap. Miss Clemens spanked me really, really hard
until I was crying. Just when I thought it was over Miss
Clemens lifted me off her lap, and put me over my own Mom's
lap. 

"Honey, you have been needing this for a very long time," my
Mom said. She started to spank my bare butt. After twenty of
so spanks she stopped, and then took something out of her
purse. 

When I saw it I screamed, "No, Mom, not the hairbrush. My
butt really hurts. I've been punished enough." But my Mom
ignored my pleas, and gave me an even harder hairbrush
spanking. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP. 
I was bawling like a little kid when she finished. 
I felt so humiliated as Mom dragged me naked out of the
Juvenile Center to the car. Everyone pointed at my bare red
butt and laughed.

At home Mom took me around naked to meet the new neighbors
in our apartment building. The old ladies all pinched my
cheeks and said, "Oh, what a cute son you have, Mrs.
Thompson." It was even more humiliating when they pinched my
butt cheeks and asked for details about my bed wetting.

Right after supper, Mom took me into the bathroom, and gave
me a bath. I pleaded with her, "Mom, I'm too old for this.
I've bathed myself since I was six." But she ignored me and
scrubbed me thoroughly all over, even my privates. I blushed
and blushed, and started to get a real strange feeling, you
know, down there. I was so glad when she finished and let me
go to bed.
 
The next morning Mom woke me up. Pulling back my covers, she
said, "Tyler, not again. You wet your bed. Haven't you
learned anything from yesterday?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. 

Mom took me into the bathroom, and once again washed my
penis and my balls, I blushed in shame.

After breakfast Mom made me walk nude to school. I just
couldn't believe it. I think I blushed the whole time. Until
yesterday I had avoided wearing shorts, or going to the
swimming pool, or anything where I had to show bare skin.
And, now, here I was naked with my ass and my privates on
public display.  

As I got near the school all the kids made fun of me.
"Where are your clothes? Did you forget to get dressed
today?" they shouted. 

At the entrance to the school I was unhappy to see Billy and
his cute cheerleader friend blocking my way. I tried to walk
around them, but Billy stopped me, and said, "Hey, sissy. My
friend Beth wants to meet you."

Reluctantly, I came over to Beth, who was grinning at me.
She was really quite beautiful, and under other 
circumstances, I would have loved to talk with her. But to
my horror she reached down, and began to stroke my peter. It
began to get hard and stick out. Dozens of kids gathered
around to watch us. 

I had that strange feeling deep inside me again. I wanted
her to continue, and yet, I was afraid, really afraid. I
felt like I might die, that I was ready to explode. My
terror must have shown on my face. Billy guessed my secret!

Smiling, Billy said, "I see we have a little baby boy, who
hasn't figured out yet what a cock is really made for. He's
a little bitty boy who hasn't learned how to cum yet. Beth,
let's see if his little pecker will perform for us."

Billy and one of his jock friends held me tight as Beth
continued to rub my peter and also my balls. Suddenly, it
felt like electricity surging through me. It didn't stop.
Then my peter erupted. A stream of white stuff shot out
several feet from my prick. Beth got out of the way just in
time.  

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I didn't mean to pee in front of
you."

"On your knees, now, sissy," Billy ordered. "As punishment
you have to lick it off the sidewalk." 

Sobbing, I obeyed. Putting my face down to the white stuff,
I stuck my tongue out, and tasted it. It definitely wasn't
pee. But what was it? Was I sick, was I gonna die?

Billy and his friends made me lap it all up from the
sidewalk. I almost choked. It tasted weird, kind of salty.
When I finished, Billy said, "Now for being such a perv my
friend Beth is going to give you a spanking."

I had to lay over her lap. In front of a crowd of one
hundred kids she proceeded to spank my butt until it was
red. But incredible, unbelievable thoughts and pictures were
swirling through my head, and I hardly noticed the pain of
Beth's spanks.

Then finally the bell rang and all the kids went inside for
first period class. I went inside, but I couldn't tell you
anything that happened that morning because my mind was a
million light years away. 

I was brought back to the real world during lunch period. 
Officer Clemens came over, and said, "Tyler, wipe that smile
off your face, you naughty boy." I obeyed. Then she said,
"See this leather razor strop, boy. Touch it." I did. "In a
few minutes you are going to get your second spanking from
me. This time you are really going to pay for kicking me in
the shins yesterday. I am going to give you an old fashioned
razor strapping that will set your naughty little bottom on
fire."

My body began to tremble, and I pleaded, "Please, Miss."
But Officer Clemens just smiled and then she walked out to
the punishment area in front of the school to get ready. A
few minutes later, terrified, I slowly walked out there.
Almost every student in the school was there, and most of
the teachers too. 

"Bend over that bench, and grab hold of the seat," Officer
Clemens ordered. Reluctantly, I obeyed.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP

The pain was awful, and I was now screaming each time the
belt landed on my poor butt. On the tenth stroke one of my
hands came off the seat, and I started to stand. Then I felt
two boys, jock friends of Billy, grab hold of my arms, and
yank me back into position.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP 
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP


By the fiftieth I was too hoarse to scream. Near the end I
felt like I was close to blacking out. When I heard the
cheers and laughing of all my classmates I knew that it was
over. 

When my next class ended at 2:30 Officer Clemens came and
escorted me over to the School Clinic for my NINE treatment.
The pretty nurse introduced herself. "Tyler, I am Miss
Means, the School Nurse." I nodded.

Officer Clemens said, "Miss Means, this boy is a known
troublemaker. Would you like me to stay to assist you in
this procedure?"

"Yes, that would be very helpful, Officer Clemens. I am here
alone in the Clinic this afternoon. I have been trying
without success to find student volunteers to assist me."

The nurse asked me to go into the bathroom and pee into a
cup. I obeyed. 

Then working together, Nurse Means and Officer Clemens
positioned me on the gyna something chair. They lifted my
legs onto stirrups, and fastened restraint straps on my
ankles, chest, and wrists. I could hardly move when they
finished.

"Nurse Means, is NINE like 'Nine steps'. Is it a counseling
program, or, maybe, pills?" I asked.

Smiling, Nurse Means took something off the tray in front of
her, and showed it to me. "No, Tyler, NINE stands for "Nine
Volts". This nine volt battery, sometimes called a TENS
unit, is hooked up to fifteen electrodes, and these are
placed on or in your penis.  While you are smelling your own
urine I will give you an electric shock where it will do the
most good. After many treatments you will learn to associate
the smell of urine with pain. In this way you will also
learn not to pee in your bed."

"No, No," I screamed. I don't want you electrocuting my
peter. You'll burn it up." I struggled with all my might but
the restraints held me tight.

"Tyler," Nurse Means said. "Don't be silly. This is a very
simple and safe procedure. It has been proven ninety-eight
percent effective in stopping male adolescent bed wetting
like yours. Complications are rare, and only one boy had to
have a penectomy, or amputation of his penis, as a result of
this procedure.

Desperate, I looked over to Officer Clemens for support, but
she was smacking her lips, obviously eager to see my cock
get fried. Finally, I just closed my eyes, and said, "Do it.
Just get it over with."

I felt the metal wires as they were attached with tape all
along my penis, front and back. 

Then Nurse Means said, "Open your eyes, Tyler." I obeyed.
"For this first treatment we are going to use a catheter
electrode, or sparkler, that is inserted deep inside your
penis," the nurse said. "I'm afraid this part of the
procedure is going to sting a little." 

Terrified, I screamed the whole time that she was pushing
that big tube up my pee hole. Finally, she stopped. 

Nurse Means picked up some white cloth that looked like a
diaper. She poured the glass of my urine on the diaper. Then
to my horror she tied the diaper over my lower face. I was
overwhelmed with the smell of my own pee.

"I will start with two minutes at a medium strength
current," Nurse Means said, smiling.

Seconds later, I began screaming again as I felt a strong
current of electricity surging through my cock. It felt like
it was burning my peter, both inside and out. "Please stop.
It hurts awful," I pleaded. I continued to beg for mercy
until the current was shut off. They hit me three more times
with the same amount of electricity. Just when I thought it
couldn't get any worse, Nurse Means said, "Officer Clemens,
I am now going to give the boy four minutes at the highest
setting. Observe his reaction."

I just cannot describe what it felt like, this huge electric
charge going through my penis. I just knew they were
destroying it, and I wouldn't be a boy any more.
I screamed until I couldn't any more. I hoped I would faint
from the pain, but I didn't. Finally, what seemed like hours
rather than minutes later, the current was turned off.

"Now, Tyler, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Nurse Means said
with a smile. I was speechless. My whole body was shaking
uncontrollably.

Even minutes later after the nurse had removed the
electrodes I continued to tremble. I was in so much pain I
could hardly remember my name. I looked down and my cock
seemed to have turned blue. I felt certain now that it was
dead, and that it would have to be cut off.

But, instead, Nurse Means smiled, and said, "Everything went
just great, Tyler. I will see you on Friday at the same time
for your second treatment." 

As I was slowly helped off the exam chair I said, "Where are
my clothes?" 

"Silly boy," Officer Clemens said. And then she gave me five
hard spanks on my bare ass. "Have you forgotten already? You
are in the FLANAP program. You are not allowed to wear any
clothes today."

"Oh," I said.   
 
When the final bell sounded that day I went outside where my
Mom was waiting with her car. She drove me over to the
Juvenile Court for my hearing. 

At the entrance Mrs. Walker warned me not to talk during the
hearing unless Judge Jensen asked me a question. As Mom and
I went in I saw Officer Clemens and Nurse Means. Then I was
shocked to see Billy and his friends sitting in the third
row. The court bailiff asked us all to stand, and then Judge
Jensen, an older woman with glasses, entered the room and
sat at the big table.

Judge Jensen called Officer Clemens forward. In answer to
the judge's questions Miss Clemens identified me as the boy
who tried to sneak a knife into another boy's rucksack.

"And, then, Judge, when I apprehended this young hoodlum, he
had the nerve to kick me in the shins." She showed her
bruises to the judge.

Next, the Judge called up my Mom. Mom said, "I apologize,
Judge Jensen, for the behavior of my son Tyler. It is so
difficult as a single mother to raise a twelve year old boy.
Tyler's father died when he was three."

"I can appreciate your difficulty," the Judge said. "Have
you arranged any counseling for your son?"

"Yes," my Mom said. "Three years ago I sent him for
counseling because he was still wetting his bed. The
counseling helped, but last year he wet his pants in school,
and then started wetting his bed again."

"Mom, don't tell them that," I screamed.

"Silence, boy," the Judge loudly said. "If you interrupt
this hearing again I will have you gagged." I shut up fast.

My Mom went on, "Tyler has just started the NINE program to
cure bed wetters. And since yesterday he has been in the
Florida Nude Alternative Program. I think it is just the
kind of structured and very strict program that my son needs
right now." 

The Judge said, "And, Mrs. Thompson, are you prepared to
change your parenting style if Tyler stays in FLANAP?"

"Yes, Judge," Mom said. "I know now that it was a big
mistake when I stopped spanking Tyler when he was eight.
From now on whenever he acts up I am going to take him over
my knee and spank his bare fanny until he cries."

Next, the Judge called up Nurse Means. Miss Means said,
"Judge, studies have shown that there is a direct
correlation between adolescent male bed wetting, and violent
antisocial behavior. So I gave Tyler his first NINE
treatment today. It went very well. I was originally
planning to give Tyler two treatments a week. However, just
before the hearing today I was able to recruit four student
volunteers to help me with Tyler's treatments. With their
assistance I will now be able to give Tyler four treatments
per week. I would like to thank Billy Chandler and his
friends."

"Oh, no," I thought. I felt like screaming.

The Judge called Billy up next.

"Judge, Ma'am, I met Tyler last week when he started at my
school," Billy said. "My friends and I tried very hard to
make him feel welcome, but he kind of blew us off. I think
he's jealous of us because we are student athletes. That's
why he tried to get me in trouble with the knife."
Billy went on, "But I think the FLANAP program is good for
Tyler because he allowed my friends and me to 'help' him
today with a little problem he had. Starting Friday my
friends and I have volunteered to assist Nurse Means with
Tyler's, you know, shock treatments, in the Clinic."

"Mr. Chandler," Judge Jensen said. "You are to be commended
in trying to help this young delinquent. You are a credit to
this community. I am going to recommend you for a "Florida
Juvenile Justice Award."

"Thank you, Judge," Billy said.

When Billy stepped down the Judge called me to come forward.

The judge looked at me so sternly that I felt very, very
small standing naked before her. I knew that whatever I said
would only make things worse for me. 

The Judge said, "Tyler, I have read Mrs. Walker's Intake
Report on you. I know that you have made some very serious
allegations against Billy Chandler, Officer Clemens, your
Mom, and others. It seems, boy, that you are angry at the
whole world. Is that right?" 

"I guess," I mumbled. I was too scared to say more.

"Do you have anyone who will testify in support of your
version of what happened?" the Judge asked me.

"No, Ma'am," I mumbled. 

The Judge let me sit down, and then called a break of
fifteen minutes.

When the Judge returned, she said, "Tyler Thompson, stand
and face this bench." I obeyed. The Judge said, "I declare
and find you, Tyler Thompson, to be a delinquent. For a
period not less than three months you will remain in the
Florida Nude Alternative Program (FLANAP). Your entire body
will be public property during that time. Officer Chandler
will be responsible for coordinating your school corporal
punishments, which, I assure you, will be numerous and very
severe. And, of course, your Mom will coordinate your out of
school spankings. Nurse Means will continue to conduct your
much-needed NINE shock treatments. She will be assisted by
Billy Chandler and his friends. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said in a barely audible voice. I felt like
I was about to faint.

"I understand, Tyler, that you have already received
spankings yesterday or today from your Mom and from Officer
Clemens. However, there are others in this courtroom who you
have clearly offended or wronged. At this time they will be
invited forward to give you the hard spankings that you
deserve."

Judge Jensen turned to the audience, and said, "Billy
Chandler, would you and your friends please come forward?"

I screamed, "No, No, you can't let them spank me."

But the court bailiff and Officer Clemens held me over
Billy's lap, and my tormentor spanked me really, really
hard. Then his jock buddies each took a turn. I was bawling,
and begging for them to stop. 

Finally, Beth, Billy's cheerleader girlfriend, gave me a
spanking. She smelled so nice. She was wearing a short
cheerleader skirt, and her legs were so soft and smooth as I
lay across them. When she finished spanking me I stood up. I
found to my horror that I had a BONER.

The Judge made me stand facing the audience with my penis
sticking straight up into the air. 

"It's not fair. It's not fair. In Michigan they didn't do
this stuff to kids," I sobbed.

The Judge said, "Tyler, this is Florida. The rules are
different here!"


  
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