Court Discipline For Leslie Pt 01

COURT DISCIPLINE FOR LESLIE PART 01 of 02.

*This is a story published many years ago by me under a prior nom de plume. The story is fiction and all persons named are fictitious, and do not resemble any real person living or dead. All characters are over age 21.*

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I am a doctor assigned to the Marinone County Courthouse. My job is to examine people convicted of various offenses who have opted to undergo corporal punishment rather than go to jail.

In early May, Leslie, a 43-year-old brunette, arrived my office carrying her court file and escorted by two court sheriffs. I asked Leslie to hand over the file, and after reading it, I asked her several questions regarding why she was here. These are the events of Leslie's visit.

Leslie:

I was a naughty girl. One day recently, I was grocery shopping at a local supermarket. I was dressed to attract the attention of men, as usual. I had on a see-through blouse with no bra, which clearly showed my large brown nipples. I also wore a very short black leather skirt with no panties, hoping to flash some eligible men and tease them a bit.

Unfortunately, one of the people I caught the attention of was a 21-year- old employee who helped me carry my groceries to the car. My shameful display was witnessed by the store manager and several checkout clerks, who reported me to the local police. I appeared in court and plead guilty to contributing to the public indecency. This was not my first time before this court.

Given the choice between a hefty fine with possibly some jail time and corporal punishment, I chose the corporal punishment since I wouldn't last a day in jail. Pursuant to my choice, I was sentenced to report for an examination prior to my judicial punishment, as the judge finds appropriate, provided I'm medically fit, of course.

Dr. A. responds:

Yes, Leslie, you were extremely wicked for trying to arouse a stranger, who probably had no other method of release except masturbation in the men's room of the store.

According to your sentence, I will examine you thoroughly prior to certifying you fit for judicially mandated corporal punishment; this latter to be administered by the judge in front of court authorized official witnesses. You are familiar with the procedure, since you went though it the last time.

Now, step into my exam room, take off all your clothes except for your panties....I'll handle those later.

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I watched Leslie undress slowly with trembling fingers, obviously embarrassed to have to strip in front of a male doctor. Funny, she didn't mind showing off her body to an innocent man in public, I thought. And now here she is standing before me only in her panties. I notice her breasts are medium-size but firm, with prominent nipples and pinkish-brown areolae.

"Place your hands on top of your head, interlace your fingers and spread your legs. Wider!" I commanded. "You will now provide a urine sample for me."

I slipped my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her panties...and slowly pulled them down her thighs. I spread her legs as much as possible within the constraints of the panties. Then with one hand I reached around behind her and slid my hand under her buttocks between her legs, and with my fingers, I spread her pussy lips wide apart.

With my free hand I pressed a plastic urine collection container tight to her pussy, centered over her urethra. I ordered her to pee. She found it hard to relax and pee, so I took my finger and gently tapped her urethra a few times, forcing a few drops to come out. The drops turned into a light yellow stream and I felt the warmth as the collection container filled.

After she finished, I removed the container and picked up some tissues and patted her dry...all the while feeling the soft pubic hair on her pussy lips.

It was time for the rest of the exam, so I slid her panties back up...for now.

"Leslie, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to examine you internally to be sure you have no contraband secreted inside your body, or anything else which will interfere with the punishment ordered by the court," I told her before continuing.

"See those two small stools about 6" high and two feet apart in front of the exam table? I want you to place one foot on each of them and face the table. That's a good girl." When she assumed her position on the stools facing the exam table, I continued my instructions.

"Now bend over the table....WAY OVER!! Grab the opposite edge with your hands...push your breasts right down onto the table." She felt her nipples rubbing against the paper covering and beginning to harden, much to her discomfort.

I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down once again...as far down her thighs as they'll go. Just then the 24-year-old female clerk came in with a message from the judge. I told her to come over and read me the message. As she did, I continued with my examination...snapping on a latex exam glove and coating my fingers with KY jelly. The clerk paused every few words, and I caught her staring right up Leslie's exposed crotch area.

Leslie felt the girl's eyes boring into her exposed private parts, and turned beet red. Yet she remained cooperative and maintained her position without protest. I paused to look at the spectacle she presented...bent over, legs stretched tight, round smooth buttocks jutting rearward like an offering, pouting pussy lips gleaming with moisture.

As I considered a response to the judge, I parted her already-spread asscheeks with my fingers and examined her anus closely. She felt the cool KY on my fingertip as I smeared some all around her asshole...up and down...finally zeroing in with small circles right to the center of her puckered hole. I began inserting my finger through the fine hairs, and finally gave my response to the clerk, who was behind me intently watching my finger penetrate her rectum.

She adjusted her position to watch Leslie squirm and looked down to see her toes curl as my finger plunged in...all the way up inside her rectum. I finally looked at her and smiled. She knew she'd seen enough and quickly left.

Once our privacy had been regained, my finger searched her bowels....in and out...side to side...twisting and turning as it moved. I saw her split pussy lips...with some moisture beginning to form between the pouting lips and beneath the thin line of hairs ringing her vaginal opening. As I pulled my finger out, I felt her anal sphincter grip it hard...then finally snap back to its original diameter, leaving her rectum vacant for the moment.

She began to get up, thinking it was over, but my hand between her shoulder blades pushed her back down into position. I smugly told her that the next search would begin at once. She was to remain still, under threat of additional punishment. She could only hear my preparations behind her, but she couldn't see. I let her apprehension build.

"Oh God, please, sir have mercy on me," she silently prayed to herself. But God is the only one who will show her mercy now, and she realizes it.

I pulled on a new latex glove and lubricated the fingers. I told her to hold very still, as she felt me spreading her puffy pussy lips apart...obscenely exposing her clit and urethra to me. I inserted my two fingers just past the outer lips...first just the tips, then slowly the entire fingers went all the way up inside...flexing and feeling her internal vaginal walls.

I commented on how wet she was, that I didn't even have to use extra lubrication. Her pussy hair by this time was matted to her skin from the moisture and the KY jelly and made a nice frame around my slippery, gloved fingers penetrating her hole.

I withdrew my fingers, but it wasn't over yet. She heard the water running in the sink and heard the clank of metal behind her. Before long, she looked over her shoulder and saw me approach her with a small stainless steel speculum in my hand. I told her to maintain her position....that I was now going to use that speculum to inspect inside her rectum.

I smeared the KY over the speculum's jaws, then touched it to her crinkled pink asshole. I told her to reach around and spread her asscheeks for me...WIDE!

I slowly inserted the speculum with the handles sideways, then pushed it all the way in. I rotated the handles downward, then slowly squeezed the petals open, dilating her rectum like it's never been dilated before. I twisted the retention nut down tight, holding open her pink insides for my inspection.

"Oooohhh," she moaned.

"Stay still! I don't want you to move while I'm working on you back here," I warned her.

Next, I picked up a small penlight and a dental mirror and proceeded to insert the mirror up inside her now-gaping asshole. The light provided the illumination for me to visually inspect all her inner surfaces with the help of the mirror. She occasionally felt the mirror as it touched the sides of her anus and rectum...it tickled and made her squirm.

When I was finished I slid the speculum out, letting her anus snap back to its normal size and wiped the excess KY from between her asscheeks.

Now, I made her get up on the table on her back,legs in the stirrups.

I looked up at the wall clock and saw time was running short.

"You have an appointment in the judge's chambers."

"Please, sir...please. I'll do anything, just please don't hurt me anymore."

"Oh, Leslie, aren't we well past the begging stage? You realize there's nothing that can stop your punishment now," I admonished her with a condescending smirk.

With her on her back and legs in the stirrups spread wide, I lubricated A normal size shiny speculum and closed the jaws. I got right in between her legs, where she could hide nothing from me. I inserted the jaws of the speculum, twisting and pushing them into her wet pussy, until was in as far as it would go. I rotated the handles down, and began squeezing the handles. This forced her pussy to gape widely so I was able to see her cervix all the way up at the end of the vaginal canal.

As I was inspecting her two court sheriffs, one male and one female, walked in and announced that they would be escorting her to the judge's chambers. I told them I would be done in a moment, so they stood behind me and observed the conclusion of the exam.

I was scanning all over inside her dilated pussy with a penlight. Then I reached for a long cotton swab, and inserted it between the jaws of the speculum, right in the middle of the wide hole. I probed around all her inner surfaces, then finally left the swab inside with the wooden stick protruding.

I slipped the speculum out of her pussy, careful not to dislodge the swab. Her inner pussy lips closed around the swab, but her outer lips were puffy and flushed. I could tell she was becoming aroused.

With the deputies watching closely, I further spread her outer lips to examine her clitoris with my fingers, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger, making it come erect against its will. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the female deputy jab the male with her elbow...they looked at each other and snickered.

I proceeded to press my finger against her urethra, stretching the Opening, moving it around, until she felt the urge to pee again. I knew the effect my fingers would have, but I wouldn't allow her to pee. I wanted her to have a full bladder to have to hold during her punishment.

With the fingers of one hand, I delicately grasped the end of the swab stick and slowly drew it out of her pussy, twirling it around and moving it slightly back and forth, being sensitive to her reactions to my stimulation. It's widely known that with some sexual stimulation, the body's senses are heightened, thus increasing the effect of physical pain.

The judge is a firm believer in maximizing the pain. And I like to please the judge.

I proclaimed her free of contraband and fit for punishment, and told her to put on her panties and the hospital gown I handed her. She did so hesitantly. When she was done, each sheriff took one of her arms and led her to the door, me following with my clipboard.

She was walked barefoot down a linoleum covered hallway past several clerical offices, keenly aware that the hospital gown was loose and open in the back.

With the sheriffs holding her arms, she couldn't close it. She felt the eyes of the various office workers and members of the public on her as she walked by, pantied ass and bare back and legs on display, and the sides of her breasts visible if one had just the right viewpoint. They knew exactly where we were going and what we were going there for.

At last we arrived at the judge's chambers.

The sheriffs escorted her through the door into a large office, nicely furnished. The judge, a reasonably attractive woman in her late thirties with shoulder-length blonde hair and wire rimmed glasses sat behind a large mahogany desk. Her judicial robe hung on a coat tree behind her. Off to her left Leslie sees a piece of furniture that doesn't resemble anything else in the room as far as appearance or functionality.

Also present were two older men who are prosecutors, two female clerks about Leslie's age, the female clerk who brought me the message while I was examining her, and an experienced male court stenographer, who was setting up his reporting machine near the judge's desk.

The sheriffs hauled her up to attention in front of the judge's desk. The judge looked up at her and condescendingly read her sentence: "Leslie, by order of this court, you have been sentenced to twenty strokes of the hand, paddle or strap as the court deems proper. This sentence will now be carried out in front of official witnesses according to law. Do you wish to make a statement at this time?"

"Oh, puleeze, your honor! Have mercy on me! I'm so sorry for what I've done. I promise you it will NEVER happen again. Just PLEASE don't punish me like this!" she blubbers and begs. The witnesses were all silent during this exchange, but she noticed a few grinning slightly, obviously enjoying her apprehension at what's to come. And what they will eagerly witness. The judge took no heed of her pleas and nodded to the sheriffs.

They grabbed her by the arms and hustled her over to the strange piece of furniture...all the while her exam gown wide open in the back, showing her pantied posterior to the witnesses in advance. One man whistled through his teeth slightly as her struggling allowed the gown to open a bit on the top side, revealing a profile view of her right breast.

The furniture piece was a "spanking bench." At least that's what the judge called it when the court stenographer asked where the sentence was to be carried out so he could take up a proper position to witness and record the punishment. It appears somewhat like a school desk as you face it.

It's about 3 1/2' high, with the flat top angled down about 45 degrees away from the front. It has a bar near the floor on the opposite side where the top angles downward. On the front side there is a raised area, like a church kneeler, about 6" off the floor, with wooden pegs sticking out to the sides on the support legs about halfway up.

The judge ordered, "Strip the subject and strap her down!" The sheriffs roughly ripped the exam gown from her, now leaving her naked breasts exposed and trembling, the nipples hard and pointed. They pushed her roughly so her groin hit the near edge of the bench and pushed her shoulders down so her nipples were now flat on its surface.

They took her arms and extended them all the way forward, strapping her hands to the bar near the floor. They came around behind her and hooked her knees behind the wooden pegs, and strapped her ankles to the kneeler part near the floor.

From the side, she looked like a "Z", her ass high in the air, still with panties on, her head and shoulders lower than her ass, arms extended out and down in front of her as if she were making a dive. Her bare feet were off the ground so she didn't have any leverage to squirm, kick or resist. They finally placed a wide leather strap across her back, which held her down tight to the bench surface. The judge said she looked like a squirmer, so they'd better take that extra precaution.

(Continued in Part 2 of 2.)