Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 2 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
steam_t2000@yahoo.com

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter 2: The best laid plans don't always work

At 9am the family assembled at the front entrance, Dad in an
imposing hand tailored dark suit, conservative red and dark
blue tie, and white silk shirt. Mum in a stunning designer
dress that like dads suit was made to fit and highlight her
body. She looked stunning and we three boys were of course
in our PHS uniforms. The Bentley pulled in to pick us up and
the servant chauffer came round and assisted us in to the
vehicle, then we were all off as a family to support dad as
the judge handed down his sentence.

The drive seemed to take for ever. Everyone was very sullen
and no one said hardly anything. I was so nervous as we got
to the courthouse in downtown Eastbrook, and I wasn't the
one being sentenced. There were TV cameras everywhere from
all the national and local stations and when we entered the
courtroom the cable legal station was setting up to
broadcast the sentencing live; such was the national
interest in this case. I tried to stay away from the cameras
as I could not see any benefit in having my face broadcast
across the nation.

Dads legal team had argued in their sentencing submission
that dad should not have to bear the full financial
liability for the collapse. They argued that he had a wife
and children to support plus an extensive servant holding
along with overseers who depended on his livelihood.

The prosecution submitted a firm but by no means draconian
submission, mellowed through influential contacts in the
high places my father and his legal team inhabited. The
Prosecution argued that a firmer line had to be taken and
they had asked the court to confiscate all dad's assets in
part payment to all the suffering policy holders that had
been affected. 

Dad's senior counsel said the Prosecutions requests could
have been worse but he had ensured through his contacts that
no servitude order would be asked for by the prosecution.

At precisely 10am the court was called to order and the
Honourable Judge George Unwin took his place.

The clerk of the court stood and said, "Edward Raymond
Carter III please present yourself for sentencing. Dad rose
from his seat and turned and kissed mum then clasped the
hands of all three of us kids sitting behind him. It was a
genuine clasp of my hands, even though it was also meant to
focus the Judge on our family. I said to dad "Good luck" and
squeezed his hand tight. I had never felt closer to my dad
than at that moment. When he finished with Jim, he turned
and with as much dignity as he could muster, walked to stand
before the Judge, he was escorted by two court Bailiffs. 

As he stood there before the Judge, I though dad with all
his dignity still looked worried and nervous standing there
waiting to receive his sentence. I was not used to seeing
dad in such a powerless state.

Judge Unwin began his summing up.

"Edward Raymond Carter III you have been tried and convicted
by a jury of your peers. I have listened to the arguments
submitted on you behalf by the defence team and find them
inadequate in compensating for the scale of loss suffered by
the numerous policy holders of C.I.C. the company of which
you were the Chief Executive. Responsibility ended with you
and you failed to take that responsibility seriously and
with due financial prudence. The prosecution has placed a
strong argument that greater compensation for all the
distraught and financially disadvantaged policy holders
needs to be made by this court and I believe the community
expects this court to impose a substantive sentence on you
the person judged responsible for the collapse of C.I.C."

"I therefore order that all the assets of Edward Raymond
Carter III are to be liquidated by the state and the funds
raised used to partially compensate the effected policy
holders. And due to the fact that I consider the communities
concerns about this case to be stronger than the
prosecutions presented sentencing request.
"
"I further order …..'

I heard dad's senior counsel mutter "What the heck" to his
colleague

"…. that Edward Raymond Carter III is from this time forward
stripped of his rights as a free citizen and placed into
criminal servitude for the term of his natural life."

Everything happened at once.

My mother screamed "nooooooooooooooo !"

My brother Ed gasped.

Jim cried out "Fuck you!"

I was just totally shocked and sat there open mouthed,
totally unbelieving of what was happening before my eyes.

The packed courtroom gave a simultaneous inhalation of
shock.

Dad turned and looked at his counsel with a look of complete
fear and panic in his eyes and face, 

The counsel just shook his head and held his index finger up
to his lips to indicate silence.

That chill that had been in my soul froze, then spread
instantly over my whole body, my heart ached and felt like
it had stopped beating.

The Judge banged his gabble and ordered the court to order.

Dad collapsed onto the floor. 

The Bailiffs standing at dad's side didn't even try to catch
him, they just let him fall to the floor. One Bailiff then
walked to the defence bench and picked up a pitcher of water
returned to dad's prostrate body on the court room floor and
very unceremoniously began tipping the water over my dads
face and expensive suit whilst rudely commenting "Wakey,
wakey slave boy".

When dad revived consciousness the other Bailiff ordered
"Get to your feet boy and hurry up about it!" 

Judge Unwin again called the unruly court to order, then
addressing the Bailiffs ordered, "To emphasise the slaves
new status, a slave appears before a court in this
jurisdiction naked. Undress him!"

Dad just stood there totally shocked and as white as a
ghost. To dads utter humiliation and mine but to murmurs
from the courtroom, the Bailiffs roughly removed his wet
suit coat, tie, shirt, wedding ring, watch, shoes, socks,
undid his belt removed his suit trousers and then the final
humiliation his boxers. Dad tried to cover his genitals but
one Bailiff removed an electric slave prod from his belt and
with a light jab sent an electric shock through my father,
forcing him to scream, whilst the other Bailiff told dad
"Slaves don't need to worry about being modest, that's a
freemen's right."

One Bailiff's grabbed dad's penis and lead him to the clerk
of the courts desk where the clerk was busy typing into his
computer. After a minute he produced a microchip, from a
drive on his computer and placed it in the lock of a new
servant collar. I knew from lessons at school all about
servant collars and that this chip would contain all of
dad's details including his new community servants number.
The collar was made of a metal chain coated in mesh and
plastic. The design and color indicated the status, state
and country where the slave was registered.

I noticed how easily it went on around dads neck, just a
soft click!

His arms were hand cuffed behind his back and then the
ceremonial removal of dad's head, pubic hair and pit hair to
symbolise that his free life was over was done in front of
the assembled court by the other Bailiff using a battery
powered clipper. 

Dad just stood there in a large plastic tub, looking totally
broken, totally humiliated, totally embarrassed shoulders
slumped standing amongst the small mounds of his dark blond
hair that were falling into the tub around his bare feet.

One of the Bailiffs' then grabbed dad very tightly by the
ear and started pulling him to the other side of the
courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the room, he also
tugged downward on the ear. For the first time in his life,
dad had to stoop like a humble slave.

When they got to the other side of the courtroom, dad was
pulled up onto a raised platform with a low padded hand
rail. The bailiff had him turn his buttocks to the audience
and bend over the rail. Dad was on view to everyone his
cuffed hands trussed against his back, his buttocks sticking
up, and his shaved scrotum clearly dangling between his
legs.

Two of the Bailiff's came up on the platform and stood on
either side of Dad. One Bailiff selected a purpose designed
punishment paddle from the implements cupboard. It was in
shape and design similar to a large hair brush without the
bristles and along it's surface were perforations that
reduced the wind drag and maximized the impact on the
recipient.

With his left hand the Bailiff grabbed dad's shoulder, while
the Bailiff's standing to dad's sides each grabbed an ear
and did a very tight ear twist to hold dad down in a
stooping position over the rail. Once they had him secured
by the ears, the Bailiff swung the paddle and let the first
stroke land.

Even though it was my own dad I sat mesmerized seeing for
the first time my own father having to endure a bare naked
slave paddling. It was also a mesmerizing sight for those
gathered in the courtroom as dad began to kick and flay his
legs about as he lost all semblance of composure, his once
posh and refined voice screamed out, desperate to try and
relieve some of the pain he was experiencing.

As the strokes reigned down on dad's ever reddening bottom I
noticed through his legs that his penis was erect and heard
the unmistakable sound of dad bawling like a prepubescent
boy and dad's voice begging shamelessly for mercy from
anyone who would listen. 

No one in authority of course listened to his pleas.
Everyone knew even I that slaves have to get bare naked
paddlings all the time and the assembled audience in the
courtroom knew very well that the pro forma paddling dad was
receiving before them was the traditional way of assuring
them, the respectable, law-abiding citizens including our
family, that dad was now truly a slave.

When the paddling was over the Bailiffs stood dad up and
turned him around to face the public gallery. Dad was
totally erect and to add to his humiliation his nose was
running and unable to use his hands to gain relief, dad
regardless of the humiliating spectacle did the dance of the
spanked on the spot up on the platform before all of us in a
vain attempt to ease the throbbing pain he was experiencing
in his red raw bottom. 

Some of the courtroom visitors laughed out loud at dad's
juvenile antics and humiliating aroused state.

I just lowered my eyes, embarrassed and ashamed.

Once the paddling was completed the Bailiffs made my father
face the judge who then said, "As is tradition, I present to
the public here represented at this court a new slave.
Bailiffs parade the servant to the community."

With this order one of the Bailiffs again grabbed dad's
penis and lead him around the court so all could see and
inspect his naked body. I looked away in shame and my
brothers and mum bowed their heads and we all cried, mum Ed
Jim and me. However before I turned my head I noticed dad
too was crying.

The final act in this scene of utter humiliation was when
the Judge ordered dad taken to the cells for processing and
shipment to the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing
Centre to start his new life. A life the Judge summed up
that would consist till his dying breath of serving the
community so that in some small way he could feel he had
made amens for the financial grief so many had suffered.

The last I ever saw of my father was as he was taken down
the steps inside the courtroom to the cells below and he
glanced back, our eyes briefly met and I'm sure he saw in my
eyes, my love, I hope and pray he did and that it gave him
some strength to endure his new life. At that moment I loved
my dad more than I had ever loved him before.

I was shattered. Why had I come?

Till this day I have not forgotten every detail of that
morning and the fate that befell my family because of those
events.


End Chapter 2.

  
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