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My Shame Pt 01

My Shame Pt 01

by spanjason0000
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All of these years later, I still can't believe this happened. I had never been in trouble for anything before. I certainly didn't mean to hurt anyone. But there I was, standing in a courtroom, about to be sentenced for a felony...

It all started about four months prior. I had just gotten home to my crappy townhouse after dark, as usual, from working my boring office job. The day had been exhausting. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, collapsed into my recliner, and clicked on the TV, hoping to just let something mindless wash over me. After a while, I started to feel a bit horny. I flicked off the TV, pulled off my shirt and pants, and started to rub one out. Just the thing to relax and fall asleep. As I stroked my cock, I swiveled the chair to face the sliding glass doors that led from my small living room out to a patio. The patio looked out into the woods behind my suburban townhouse, and there were no other houses visible through the woods.

Since it was night, and the lights were on inside, the sliding glass doors were like a mirror. I watched myself slowly stroking, and thought about my hot MILF next door neighbor, Jennifer. She lived in one of the adjoining townhouses, along with her two teen daughters, Jordan, who was 19, and Jessica, who was 18. The girls were very cute, but it was their mom I fantasized about. I had only spoken to her a couple of times since moving in three months ago, but she was the subject of many of my masturbatory fantasies. About 40 years old, the divorced nurse had long black hair and a killer bod. She obviously had no interest in me, since she rarely even looked my way when we passed. The daughters were younger clones of their mother. They were a bit more friendly, but I got the feeling they secretly made fun of me, a 35 year old, out-of-shape, boring, single, office worker.

I stared at myself in the glass as I stroked myself. I let my eyes close, rolled back my head, and thought about Jennifer. After a few minutes, I knew I was going to need a little help to finish, so I went to my bedroom and brought out a prostate massage toy I had bought a week earlier. I poured some lube on it, bent over, shoved it in my ass, and then sat back down. That hit the spot. I stared into the black glass as I stroked my rather undersized erection to a nice, leg-shaking, toe-curling orgasm while rocking my pelvis to milk my prostate. I fell asleep naked in the chair, awakening a couple of hours later with cum dried on my belly. This pattern was repeated a few times over the next several days.

About two weeks later, while I was at work, three police officers arrived at the office. They pulled out some paperwork, and announced to me and my coworkers that they had a warrant for my arrest for public indecency and corruption of a minor. The entire staff turned to look at me, aghast. I shook my head. "This isn't right. You have the wrong person," I said. I was humiliated, but thought I could set this straight. I was put in handcuffs right in front of the entire office. As they cuffed me, I told the cops that there had to have been some mistake, but of course they ignored my pleas and took me to the station.

At the station, I was placed in a small, plain white room, and my handcuffs were released, but then reattached in front of me. I was forced into a chair in front of a metal table and the cuffs were clamped to an eye bolt in the top of the table. After about an hour, a female detective came in and asked if I knew why I had been arrested. I told her that I did not. She replied by opening her laptap and starting a video. The video showed my teen neighbor Jordan standing outside my sliding glass doors in very low lighting, pointing the camera at herself with a smart-assed grin. Next Jordan pointed her phone camera at her younger sister Jessica, who was sniggering quietly. Then she swung the camera around to show my well-lit living room. To my horror, I was sitting in my recliner, stark naked, jacking off like there was no tomorrow. Jordan stepped very close to the glass doors, filming me from just a few feet away as I continued furiously stroking. Since I was staring into the dark glass, it appeared as though I was looking right at the camera, or right into her eyes. The girls whispered some things to each other that were difficult to make out, but I heard the words "disgusting," "so tiny," and "sick fucker." I wanted to shrink into the floor when the video then clearly showed me bent over with my ass to the camera, shoving the prostate toy deep inside. You could hear Jordan almost cackling, and Jessica shushing her. After another five minutes of looking at my pasty self beating off my undersized dick and rocking my pelvis, I blew my load and fell asleep. The video ended.

"I had no idea they were watching!" I nearly shouted.

"You were staring right at them, perv! You can explain it in court," the detective replied.

I was mortified. I really had no idea they had been out there.

"And they had two more videos just like that one, sicko."

I tried to explain that I couldn't see them in the dark. But it really looked as if I were staring them right in the eyes. I knew this was going to be bad.

The cop said, "Did you know that the audience members for your little - and I mean little, ha! - show, were underaged?! In this jurisdiction, under 21 is considered a minor in regard to sex crimes." Before I could answer, she said, "Their mom found the videos and she is pissed. She wants to press charges. You are going to regret your little display!"

I was told I could make a phone call. I quickly realized that I needed a lawyer, but thought I didn't know any. Then I remembered that my mom's old friend, Barbara, was some kind of a lawyer. She knew me as a kid, but I had rarely seen her since I moved out at about 18. Nevertheless, she was all I could come up with. I found her number in my phone and was allowed to call. She answered, and I explained that I had been arrested. She told me not to say another word to anyone. Fortunately, she came down to the station quickly.

"Oh Jason," she exclaimed when she saw me. "You're in a bit of trouble, young man."

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Barbara was about 55 years old, medium height, and still not a bit overweight. She had short gray hair and looked as beautiful as I remembered, just a bit older. I blushed, humiliated at the thought that this woman, who knew me as a kid, had just seen video of me stark naked, wacking off and shoving a toy up my ass.

"So I take it they showed you the video," I said, with my eyes down.

"Yes, and I think you should be ashamed of yourself. I thought you were always a good kid. Jason, I had no idea you had such degenerate habits. Masturbating for a couple of underaged girls! What were you thinking?! And what was that THING you put in your... oh nevermind. I don't want to know! Well, everyone deserves a defense lawyer. Even though I don't really practice criminal defense law, I will try to help you, in deference to your mother and our friendship."

"Thank you so much. I didn't know they were out there. It was dark." I was so ashamed.

She was not having it. "That may or may not be true. Either way, these are going to be difficult charges to defeat," said Barbara, looking at me with what seemed like disgust. The detective then came in and released my handcuffs. "I managed to get you bailed out. Come with me."

As she drove me home, Barbara explained the situation. "You are in a heap of trouble. People are sick of the sexual depravity they see every night on the news. And there is probably only one possible judge who will be hearing your case in our area, Judge Barnes. My defense lawyer friends say she is a tough one. And she really hates male criminals who commit sex crimes. She sentenced a guy to a month in jail once for public urination! I can't even imagine what is coming your way." She shook her head. "It will likely be a much longer prison sentence."

"Holy shit. I can't go to prison." I slumped into the passenger seat of Barbara's car. "My life is over. I will lose my job. I will lose my home if I can't make the mortgage payments! What are we going to do?!?!"

"Well," said Barbara hesitantly, "sometimes Judge Barnes has been willing to use the corporal punishment option. But usually just for minor infractions. Not sex crimes involving a minor!"

As she drove me home, Barbara explained the situation. Due to the current political climate, the voters had elected a slate of politicians who promised to be "tough on crime." They had enacted legislation that brought back corporal punishments for certain offenses, at the judge's discretion. For some reason, they were particularly harsh on sex crimes. I had heard about some of these corporal punishments happening, but I did not really follow the news much and was unaware of the details. Frankly, the idea was abhorrent and scary, and so I had tried not to read about it. Someone had told me that they were even conducting the punishments in front of an audience sometimes.

"Corporal punishment? That doesn't sound much better." After a minute contemplating prison time, I asked, "Go on... what would that mean?"

Barbara explained, "Well, if she did, it would probably mean a caning or whipping. Probably done in a prison somewhere nearby. At least that is what I have heard. I have never known anyone who has had corporal punishment as part of their sentence. Well, not yet, at least. From what I have heard, it is brutal... barbaric. Yes, you would avoid prison. But many of those sentenced to corporal punishment are left with permanent physical and emotional scars. I can't recommend that you go for this option, Jason."

Emotional scars? I could handle that. Just so there weren't physical scars. Could it really be that bad?

"I really need the corporal punishment option if I am convicted, Barbara," I decided.

"If? If?! From what I saw, you would be better off pleading guilty. Unless you can prove that the video is a forgery, your ass is guilty!" Barbara then said, "This is going to kill your mother."

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"Oh god, my mother... she can't find out!"

"I don't know how that would not happen. Your case will be the talk of the town," Barbara laughed. "Sorry. I know it's not funny. But that video is so ridiculously gross. Do you know how perverted you look, putting that thing up your ass. What the hell WAS that, anyway? Nevermind. I still don't want to know."

With that, she dropped me off at my townhouse. I hardly slept a wink that night.

After several meetings with Barbara, it finally was time for my hearing before the judge. We had decided to plead guilty. That hearing was very brief. I was told to be in court a week later for sentencing. A week later, I arrived in court, with my attorney Barbara and my mother, who was constantly sobbing quietly. I had to tell her what was going on, but tried to paint a vague picture of the crime. I left out the 'masturbating with a toy up my ass' part, and just said that they 'videotaped me naked' and that it was a misunderstanding. That was bad enough. She could barely look at me.

We sat down in the front of the courtroom. Behind us were Jennifer and her two daughters, the ones who were most responsible for my current situation. I hated them. They were certainly not innocent bystanders. They recorded me against my will in my own home. I now knew for certain that they always looked down on me. Their bitch of a mother decided that I would pay, and now there was nothing I could do about it. There were also a couple of bored court reporters from local media outlets, a bailiff, and a few others waiting in the rows of seats.

We all rose when Judge Barnes entered. The bailiff then told us to be seated.

"Jason ____, you have pled guilty to public indecency and corruption of a minor. We are here for your sentencing. Before I begin, I want to state that this is one of the most disgusting acts of sexual misconduct towards a minor I have seen in a while. Not once, but repeatedly gratifying yourself sexually in front of these poor girls! I was fully prepared to issue a long prison sentence. But your attorney has asked for me to use corporal punishment instead. I was reticent, as this is a depraved crime worthy of a lengthy incarceration. But I have decided to use the most extreme version of our corporal punishment laws, to make an example of you, and to dissuade you from any more of your filthy performances. Since you pled guilty, there was no trial. But before we procede, I am going to show the video in question to the court so that it my be entered into evidence, in case anyone would question my sentencing decision."

Oh my god. Not here. Not in front of my mother and these people!

"Bailiff, play the video."

There, on a 72" high-def flat screen in the front of the courtroom, was me...naked, slightly pauchy, pasty, small-dicked me...rubbing one out for the whole room to see.

"Oh god," murmured Barbara, as she looked at my mother. "I was hoping to spare you this."

My mother just sat there, staring at the screen. The two teen girls behind us started giggling uncontrollably. Their mother shushed them up quickly. The two reporters, who were nearly comatose with boredom a minute ago, suddenly were sitting up, staring at my humiliation with silly grins. I looked at my mother, who just stared at the screen with her mouth slightly open. The video seemed to last forever. When I shoved the toy up my ass, my mother nearly fainted, then finally was helped out of the courtroom.

"Now that we are all on the same page with respect to the guilt of the defendant, I will proceed with sentencing," the judge stated. "If there is to be no prison time, I am compelled to push the limits of the corporal punishment sentencing guidelines to act as a deterrent against this sick behavior spreading throughout our community. Therefore, for the crime of public indecency, I sentence you to the the maximum number of cane strokes allowed by law, eighteen. These will be applied to your bare buttocks with maximum force in accordance with our new corporal punishment law."

I was in emotional shock. All I could do was look down at the table. I heard the shithead Jennifer mutter, "good," behind us. Barbara seemed surprised. She reached over and put her hand on mine. She had earlier discussed the possibility of a caning, and thought 4 or 6 strokes might be remotely possible, but not 18! It seemed so excessive! Just as Barbara seemed to be about to ask for mercy, Judge Barnes continued. "And for the crime of corruption of a minor, I hereby sentence you to be whipped 45 times to the skin with the three-tailed whip. Forty strokes will be distributed upon your bare torso. Because of the sexual nature of your crimes, five more strokes will be applied to your genitalia, the source of your crimes. In addition, since you seem to like showing off, your punishment will be a public one, conducted before an audience. This punishment must be carried out within 28 days, or I will impose additional prison time. Court adjourned." With that, she stood and left the room. I felt like I was going to throw up.

End Part 1.

Continued in My Shame, Part 2...

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