My Shame Pt 02

No one said anything for about ten seconds after the judge left. I was starting to shake and felt like throwing up.

As Jennifer and her daughters stood to leave, she leaned forward and whispered, "I am going to enjoy this, fucker" right in my ear. As they headed to the door, her daughter Jessica turned and stuck her tongue out and then gave me an evil grin as she sarcastically waved goodbye. They then left the courtroom.

I asked Barbara if this was really possible. She said it was, and she told me that prior to the sentencing, she had given up the right to appeal the judge's sentence, in an attempt to show remorse and get leniency. It had been a gamble that had failed spectacularly.

"While the corporal punishment option has only been around for a couple of years, I am pretty sure no one has ever been given such an extreme sentence. I am shocked. I am so sorry, Jason. You did something perverted and reprehensible, but this sentence is completely outrageous. It is sickening."

"So what are our options?" I exclaimed. "Surely there are options, right?! This cannot be happening! Eighteen cane strokes? Forty whip strokes and FIVE to my fucking junk???! Naked? With an audience??!? What the fuck!!!?"

"Jason, language!" After a long pause, she said, "I am sorry. I have failed you. We should have retained a real defense attorney. I was in over my head. The sentence is horrible, but I think it is within the law. I don't believe there are any options but to take the punishment. I will consult my colleagues. But you will survive, Jason. And as your lawyer, I will be allowed to stay with you throughout much of your punishment. I will make sure no one does anything that is out of bounds or against the law."

Fuck. Great. I started to gag and even dry heaved a bit.

Finally we drove home. As she dropped me off, Barbara said, "I will spend the next few days learning the details about how these punishments are conducted and I will contact the punishment center to learn the timeline. I will meet with you as soon as I have more information."

I went inside my townhouse, closed the curtains covering my sliding doors, and tried to fall asleep.

I sleepwalked through the next couple of days of work. I was not eating, and barely sleeping. I would nearly have panic attacks whenever I contemplated the details of my upcoming sadistic judicial punishment. I got so upset, I vomited in the bathroom at work on several occasions. I tried to call my mother to explain the whole situation, but it went to voicemail each time. Two days later Barbara called and said she was coming over tonight to discuss "getting this over with."

Easy for her to say.

That evening, as we sat at my kitchen table, she started by taking a deep breath and taking my hands in hers. "Jason, I have had time to discuss your sentence with some lawyers who have more experience in this area than me. They were also shocked at the severity of your sentence. No one had ever heard of anything so cruel. Unfortunately, it seems to be within the sentencing guidelines, so none of them had any great ideas for getting the sentence decreased. Since we agreed to accept her sentence unconditionally, we cannot appeal. I am sorry." I thought I was going to cry.

After a pause, she continued. "I thought that the faster we get this over with, the faster you get back to your life."

How the hell was I going to 'get back to my life,' with a potentially scarred body and a bunch of people in my town having seen my naked ass being tortured?

"I took the liberty of scheduling your punishment. It will take place in exactly 7 days. It has to happen sooner or later, Jason. Also, since the county has not yet built an auditorium for the public punishment of males at the Men's Punishment Center, your punishment will take place at the Women's Punishment Center. Right now, they are the only place set up to carry out this kind of unusual public corporal punishment. Since the people who work there are almost all female, this means that you will certainly be placed in some situations with very embarrassing exposure of your body to the female prison staff. But there is no other choice.

The schedulers there were also surprised at the severity of the sentence. It seemed as if no one could recall anyone getting both a caning and and whipping together, much less each with the maximum number of strokes. I think that is why they want you to arrive two nights before the punishment for 'preparations.' I don't exactly know what that means."

I was trying to come to terms with how this was really happening, and sooner than I expected. My hands started shaking again. My mouth was very dry. I said nothing.

After she let that all sink in, Barbara went on. "Have you ever heard of the 'Victims' Rights Act of 2022?'" I had not. "Well, in another attempt to reduce crime, our government passed a law allowing victims of crimes to observe and sometimes assist in executing the sentences of the perpetrators of the crimes committed against them."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"It means that Jennifer and her daughters can be present and possibly assist throughout your punishment. It is ostensibly supposed to help the victims 'heal.' But it is really just a way to sadistically punish and humiliate criminals even more. The staff of the Women's Punishment Center let me know that Jennifer and her daughters plan to take full advantage of this law. They have exercised their right to observe the entire day of your punishment. They will be allowed to see and participate in all of the punishment preparations, I am assuming with you fully nude the entire time. It is unfair, but that is the law."

Well this just went from bad to worse. So those little bitches will be able to torment me even more?

"I can't say I disagree, Jason. They were harmed by your sick behavior and have every right to see retribution. Try to sleep and try to eat something, Jason. You need to keep up your strength. I think this is going to push you to your limits. My colleagues are worried for your physical and mental health. In five days I will take you for your punishment. I am allowed to stay with you throughout the day of the punishment, so I will arrive back at the center early on that day, and I will check in with you the prior day. I will make sure they adhere to the letter of the law. However, due to the nature of your punishment, you will likely also be exposed to me at some point while completely naked. It is entirely possible that I will be unable to avoid seeing your buttocks, anus, scrotum, or penis." She squeezed my hands tightly and looked into my eyes. "I need to know if this OK, Jason. Do you give me permission as your lawyer to attend your punishment, even though there will likely be situations where you may be unclothed in front of me? It will be very uncomfortable for both of us, and humiliating for you, but I would recommend it strongly."

What choice did I have? "Yes. I guess that would be smart." The idea that this fit, attractive, older woman, who had known me since childhood, would possibly be giving me legal advice while she was clothed and I was naked was more than embarrassing. How could I ever look at her again?

The next four days were nauseating. It turned out that when a public punishment is scheduled, it shows up on the punishment center's website. Four days before my punishment, the website had my name, DOB, mugshot, home town, and exactly what my crime was. It also listed my detailed judicial punishment sentence. It stated that the punishment would be open to the public, and the punishment auditorium had a maximum capacity of fifty public witnesses. There was a click to register for tickets. I clicked it out of curiosity. They were already all taken.

Of course, thirty minutes after the website displayed my punishment, it was the talk of the office. I could hear them whispering and giggling, and everyone avoided speaking to me. At the end of the day, my supervisor Cristy called me into her office. She was an annoying, chubby redhead who was about ten years younger than me. We had similar educational qualifications, but since she was my supervisor, she loved to act superior. I resented her for that.

"Jason. I am aware of your conviction and your upcoming judicial punishment. I want you to know that, while we do not condone your repulsive crime, I am thoroughly appalled by the severity of your sentence. I am against these new corporal punishment laws." She stood, came out from behind her desk, took me by both shoulders, and looked me in the eyes, as if I were a child.

"We support you. That is why a few of us obtained tickets to attend the punishment. We want go be there for you, Jason. And before you say it, I know that you will likely be exposed to us at least partially naked. While I know this is going to be degrading, you're not the first naked guy I've seen." She gave me a shit-eating grin. I was sure about her actual intentions. "And they say that being exposed naked to people you know in your community is essential to the 'public' part of the punishment. Perhaps your embarrassment will help you think twice before engaging in this perverted behavior in the future."

She more likely wanted to see me tortured than she wanted to help 'support' or rehabilitate me! I started to object. "There is no arguing, Jason. Three of us from the office will be there in the audience, both to increase your humiliation as good citizens, and for moral support as your employer. You are dismissed." Uggh. Anyone from the office there would be bad, but I particularly did not want this patronizing little shit to see me naked and in pain.

Two days before my judicial punishment, Barbara arrived as promised to take me. She reconfirmed that I was wearing only loose clothing, that I had taken no pain meds of any sort, and had no jewelry, wallet, phone, keys, or watch. I was to carry only my driver's license as ID. I confirmed all of that. We drove off to the Women's Punishment Center, a twenty minute drive. We were both silent for the trip.

The Women's Punishment Center was a large, prison-like, two story building. It was not an attractive building, as was the case with most government structures in the corrections system.

Barbara pulled up in front of the main entrance. "I will see you on Friday and again Saturday morning. Just do everything they say. Do you have any questions, Jason?"

"No, " I replied, and I got out of the car and went to my fate. I went through the double glass doors into a small lobby with a window for signing in. The waiting area had a few plastic chairs around the perimeter. Bolted to the middle of the room was a long metal bench with no back. I walked up to the window and was greeted by a very young female receptionist. "Name, please." I told her who I was. She then said, "And your purpose today?"

Duh.

"I am reporting for my judicial punishment," I stated. Why else would I be here? She typed a few things, took my ID, and then motioned for me to sit in one of the plastic chairs in the waiting area. "An officer will be with you shortly. I will retain your ID. You will get it back upon completion of the sentence."

After about a half hour (I had arrived extra early), a couple of female guards opened a door. One was older, uglier, and overweight, the other was young, thin and cute, but in a 'mean girl' sort of way. The older one called my name. I was told to follow them. One led the way, the other followed me. I was taken into a small room directly adjacent to the waiting area with a desk, a chair, a rolling exam stool, a set of several small lockers, an EKG machine, and a medical exam table. There were two footprints painted in the middle of the floor. They told me to stand on the foorprints and put my hands behind my head. I complied.

The elder of them then said, "Jason ____. You are now a prisoner of the Women's Punishment Center. You will be incarcerated here for the next three days and two nights. You will be released only after the complete execution of your sentence. We will now proceed with your intake. You will be strip searched. You will be photographed. You will be examined by the Center's medical staff to determine if you are fit for punishment. This includes a body cavity search for contraband. You will then remain in a cell until the execution of your sentence. If you don't give us trouble, your life will be a little bit easier. You are here to suffer, and suffer you will, but you don't need to make it any harder for yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes," I croaked. I was so nervous I could barely speak.

"What?! Speak up!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, louder.

"First of all, I need to confirm that you have not taken any substance to alter your mental state or blunt pain. Is this true, Jason? If you have, and a urine test shows you are lying, your punishment may be repeated."

"I did not take anything," I replied.

"Good. Now let's get on with this. Take off your shirt and hand it to the officer."

Well, here we go. I slowly pulled off my t-shirt and gave it to the younger officer. She searched it for contraband, and handed it to the older women, who wrote something on her clipboard, and then put my shirt in one of the lockers. Shoes and socks came next.

"Now your pants. It was smart to wear something loose. You will be thankful afterward," she said with a wry smile.

I pulled off my sweatpants and handed them over. I returned to my initial position with feet spread, hands behind my head, but now in just my tight blue briefs. They examined the pants, shoes, and socks, documented them, and deposited them in the locker.

"OK. Now the underwear."

I hesitated, ashamed to finally be stripped nude in front of these two women.

After five seconds, "Don't make this difficult. I will tase you and cut them off of you if I need to." She placed her hand on the taser at her belt. I immediately took off the briefs and handed them over. I put both hands in front of my genitalia.

"Hands on your head, prisoner!" the younger one shouted.

I slowly placed my hands on the back of my head, fully exposing my pasty nudity to the two guards. I was so ashamed, standing there totally spread naked in front of these completely clothed women. The younger one looked at my penis, which had shrunken down to less than 4 cm due to my fear. She barely suppressed a chuckle. My underwear was thrown in the locker. They slammed the door shut and spun the combination lock.

"You'll get these back in 3 days."

I thought I would now get a prison uniform. I was wrong.

"Time for your photographs, Jason. Come over here against the wall. Same position, but hands at your sides. Officer Mendez, please set up the camera tripod."

I walked, completely nude, to the place she indicated and stood there, naked and shivering. It was all I could do to keep from covering up my junk, but I managed to keep my hands down. It seemed to take forever to for Mendez to set up the camera. All the while, the old, fat guard lewdly looked me over, staring right at my private parts.

Finally she said, "We will be taking a number of photos of your face and body. The body shots will be full body, along with a number of close-ups. They must be done in the nude so as to fully document any injuries, deformities, or scars prior to your punishment. We must also show your facial identity in some of the full body shots so future viewers can know it really was you. You may begin, Officer Mendez."

First Mendez took the camera in her hands and took closeup shots of my face, from the front and side. She then had me hold out each arm and photographed them, all while I was fully nude. This was more thorough than I had expected. I just wanted it to end so I could put clothes on, so I complied. Next was the chest and abdomen. She then pulled up a rolling stool and sat on it, two feet from my genitals. She smiled again and looked at my small penis and testicles, mockingly. I was mortified. I knew I was much smaller than average, and now there was no hiding that fact. She then took a few photos of my penis and scrotum. She also had me lift my scrotum and took more photos. Photos were also taken as I stretched my penis to its full length (less than 5 cm) and then pulled it to the left then the right.

She explained, "it's important to get extensive pre-punishment photos of your genitals, since your punishment involves whip strokes applied to this sensitive area."

Oh god, I thought. They knew what was going to happen. I was even more ashamed. And terrified. I wondered if I would ever have any sexual function left at all after this was over.

The older guard then shouted, "Face the wall, prisoner!" I immediately turned and put my nose against the wall, exposing my slightly chubby white ass to the two women. I heard Mendez snapping photos of my head, neck, upper and lower back and legs. She spent extra time on my bare buttocks, and even had me spread my butt cheeks while she clicked away for several seconds.

"We have to get photos of the anus. Spread 'em farther, prisoner!" shouted the older guard, right next to my ear. I hastily complied, and Mendez snapped a few more closeups of my hairy balloon knot for posterity.

Finally, she put the camera back on the tripod. "Now for the full body shots. Hands at your sides!" I was then photographed, with fully nude shots including my facial identity, from the front, back, and both sides. I stood there for several minutes, completely embarrassed while Mendez put the camera away. I wondered who would have access to these photos.

The older officer explained without me asking. "These photos will be kept in your record permanently. I know that the full body photos show your facial identity, but no one has access to them other than prison staff and court personnel. Oh, and unfortunately for you, they will show up if anyone does a criminal background search. That's just the law. Really a safeguard for you in case there is any permanent damage inflicted. I think that is of utmost importance, given the extreme severity of your sentence, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

The older guard just stood there, staring me up and down lasciviously for several uncomfortable minutes while Mendez finished. "Ok. Let's get him cuffed."

The older guard pulled a tangle of cuffs and chains from one of the lockers. She turned me around and attached the handcuffs behind my back. She then squatted down behind me and attached another set of cuffs to each ankle. These were separated by a meager 20cm length of chain. Finally the ankle shackles were connected to my handcuffs with another length of chain. I wondered why they would shackle me before I got my prison uniform.

"OK, time for your medical exam."

Ok, that's why I am still naked. She pointed to the exam table and I shuffled over to it and sat on it obediently. The ankle shackles made it very difficult to ambulate, but I guess that was the point.

"I will text Doctor Williams in a minute. Go ahead and get his vitals and EKG." I had been looking forward to getting some clothing, but I should have guessed that I would be examined completely nude. Mendez put an automated blood pressure cuff on my left arm and a pulse oximeter on my opposite index finger and stood there, staring at my junk and shaking her head while the cuff filled and then slowly deflated. She wrote the numbers on a scrap of paper. She then attached a bunch of EKG leads to my chest and had me lie down on the exam table, still embarrassingly nude. I struggled to get comfortable because of my hands being restrained behind me. "Don't move," she barked. The machine spat out a sheet of paper. "Sit up." I complied. She ripped off each of the EKG leads and returned the cables and the other equipment.

Mendez then stood there waiting for the doctor with me sitting very uncomfortably on the table, still cuffed and shackled and fully naked. I couldn't cover up because of the cuffs, and Mendez seemed thoroughly entertained by my deficiencies in the size department. She just stared at me with a silly grin while the older guard filled out paperwork.