Fancy helping me work out the details of a naughty idea?
A girls’ reform school. Corporal punishment is commonplace: strappings in the classroom, canings for more serious misbehaviour; public birchings for the most grave offences.
The strictness of the regime is never more evident than in the communal showers each morning, where the girls’ marks are plain for their fellows to see. Save for one girl – quiet, keeping herself to herself, staying out of trouble.
The other girls conspire. “It’s not fair that she never gets beaten.” So they set their minds to landing the lass in trouble, and making sure that by the following morning she too will be bearing stripes.
But what would they to do earn her her flogging? And how many strokes of what implement would she get?
You could simply start a shoving match in the shower, or have a few of the girls accuse her of making a pass at them. You could plant a crib note in her desk or under her bunk, then let a teacher know.
The trick of it would be earning her the CANE in particular, since a light offense would mean the strap or a hand spanking, and a grave offense like cheating might lead to the birch. So if you wanted that particular instrument to be used, you’d have to plan the frame carefully–
Chloe tried to ignore the tittering of the other girls as she gingerly stepped into the shower. She could feel her stripes on every step, but it hurt worse knowing that every girl in the school could see them.
A dozen stripes for stealing the Headmaster’s cane! Six for the offense, six for the cheek of what she had done. No use denying it, not when the instrument itself had been found under her mattress.
Bloody delinquents! She didn’t even belong here, at least not like the others. It was Judge Baxter’s idea. 31 was a bit young for a criminal judge, Judge Baxter felt, particularly one with no experience in the criminal courts. Despite the political pressure to appoint female judges, the old-fashioned Judge Baxter ordinarily wouldn’t have even considered Chloe, despite her stellar credentials. But if Chloe would help her out with a special project he had planned to see if the summary sentences handed out inside of the reformatory were “truly fair and just” he might recommend her–
Chloe had assumed that she would be working at the reformatory as an administrator, and had been shocked when Judge Baxter told her he was going to sentence her to a 30 day stay for “general delinquency” a favorite way for the establishment to dispose of troublesome young women. Chloe objected that she was too old to be a delinquent, but Judge Baxter pointed out that the law allowed him to sentence any young woman under 40, and that Chloe “would look young enough, once we get you into a proper school uniform.”
“Yes, of course you’ll be subject to corporal punishment,” he said with a smile, “but that shouldn’t be a problem if you keep your nose clean. Surely a young woman with your intellect and education, a young lady who aspires to be a judge, I might add, can stay out of trouble for a measly 30 days!”
Judge Baxter had made Chloe stand in front of his bench as he passed sentence, and Chloe blushed crimson as Judge Baxter leered down at her with that wicked look and sentenced her to “30 days of hard labor and strict discipline, under the direction of the strap, the cane, and birch.”
Chloe had been a model prisoner. But with only 3 days lefts on her sentence the Headmaster’s cane had mysteriously turned up under her bed.
Listening to the girls tease her was bad enough, but Chloe’s attention was focused on the Headmaster and Judge Baxter, who were now standing outside of the shower closely observing the Headmaster’s handiwork. She strained to hear them over the spray of the water and the girl’s giggling, but what she did hear chilled her:
“She’ll need a proper sentence now, of course.”
“Aggravating factors”
“Higher culpability”
“Abuse of trust”
Suddenly the Headmaster’s voice cut through air like a whip. “Soap that bottom, girl. We’ll have you clean all over!”
Chloe gritted her teeth, ignoring the laughter around her as she worked the harsh carbolic soap into her stinging stripes.
And now I’m wondering what a *proper sentence* would entail. Not my usual scene, but very squirmy, especially the bit at the end where the Headmaster admonishes her to soap her bottom. Sure to be extra painful with the stripes.
Judge Baxter smiled as he watched Chloe obediently work the burning carbolic soap into her stripes. “Such an obedient little girl!” he thought. “Well, she’ll learn true obedience here.”
What should he do with her? The Headmaster’s suggestion of “a proper sentence” was something of a poser.
The cane itself was not particularly valuable, having been purchased some years ago as a secondhand item for about £12.
Chloe had insisted she was innocent, even after the first six strokes had been applied. Her stubbornness and “cheek” had earned her another six, and with another six looming she had at last confessed to her crime. Unfortunate, really, since a later review of the security cameras that the Headmaster seemed to have hidden everywhere revealed that Cox, Grant, & Blake had been the real culprits.
Under the circumstances Judge Baxter was fully empowered to release her early, with an apology and an immediate appointment to the criminal court, a seat of honor, as opposed to the seat of shame she was displaying right now.
Of course she had confessed, which meant she might be involved somehow. And innocent or not, to save her naughty bottom from six more stripes she had lied to the Headmaster, either compounding her original offense or creating a new one.
Under the law a theft could be punished by probation or a prison sentence of up to seven years.
In this case the matter rested entirely in Judge Baxter’s plump little hands. His verdict could be rendered instantly. As a convicted delinquent the unfortunate Chloe would have no right to a trial, a lawyer, or an appeal. Sentencing would be as simple as filling out half page form.
The broad range of sentencing options made this case something of a teaser. But it was the sort of teaser Judge Baxter greatly enjoyed.
Chloe looked quite winsome, peering over her shoulder as she gingerly worked the soap into her stinging stripes. Oh, what a sight she was!
“Work the soap between your legs, Chloe,” the Headmaster commanded. “Spread and bend. We all know what a dirty little bird you are.”
The Judge gasped with pleasure as the blushing Chloe reluctantly obeyed. Yes, there were many facets of this case that needed to be considered.
The cane had never been appraised. It could be valuable; indeed with it’s many years of service it could be a priceless heirloom.
Her brash refusal to admit to her crimes could be considered an aggravating factor. And a crime like this certainly required planning, which was another black mark against her.
Then there was her matter of shifty dissembling, her refusal to implicate her fellow culprits, and her unabashed perjury.
She had a spotless reputation prior to this, with no prior offenses. Of course anything a girl after being declared delinquent was a repeat offense, was it not? And her high moral character, which allowed her the chance to visit the reformatory in this unique situation, made her abuse of the Judge’s trust all the more shocking.
A “sophisticated offense”, “operating in a group”, “pre-planning”, “repeat offender” and the topper, “the theft of a high value item, with substantial loss to the victim”. These factors would not look very bad indeed on Chloe’s sentencing form.
Moving in a bit closer Judge Baxter noticed that Chloe was a natural blonde. A minor point, perhaps, but as the Judge weighed probation versus “a proper sentence” he knew that all factors had to be considered.
I’m feeling a bit bad for Chloe at the moment. I hope in the end that the Judge realizes that she’ll make a fine judge and that the lesson she learns during her time at the reformatory will lead her to be firm, but fair with the other girls. If she needs a firmer lesson in the meantime to make her understand to stick with her convictions and not waver, I suspect that is fair.
In the version in my mind, I rather like the idea of the girls who perpetrated the theft eventually end up before Chloe once she is on the bench. 😉
In that case, EM, I’m sure you could persuade the Judge to be lenient. Perhaps it will be sufficient that after her stripes are allowed to heal Chloe is made to present herself with the other delinquents on Justice Night, where the Judge and his friends can enjoy the sight of her straddling the punishment horse and she receives a final thrashing.
Do you think that if Chloe were offered the opportunity to return to the reformatory from time-to-time as a “guest visitor” she would take it? What pretext would she use for these visits?
Yes, I imagine Cox, Grant, and Blake would have a difficult time of it in court, with Judge Chloe glaring fire at them from the bench. Oh, how dreadfully nerve wracking it would be, and what a wonderful image!
I have to confess that I’ve always been very curious about the punishment horse. It’s been in more stories than I can remember. I’ve never been acquainted with one, but I rode actual horses extensively for many years so I can only imagine the mortifying and disconcerting position Chloe would find herself in if she was strapped down to that for her punishment.
She might hold her head high on the bench, not so sure if she’d be able to meet Judge Baxter’s eyes so easily, knowing that he’d seen her at her most vulnerable.
As for the bullies, I feel justice would be served if they got what they deserved.
Young ladies in this sort of institution are always hungry so the dormitory girls should dare her to go to the kitchen to obtain extra food. If she doesn’t accept the dare they promise that they will find a way to get her punished for some misdeed or other. The catch is that they will get her punished anyway because they will make sure she is caught returning to the dormitory with the extra food.
The young girl reluctantly accepts the dare and takes cheese and bread from the kitchen, holding it in the front of her raised nightgown as she climbs the stairs back to the dormitory. A monitor who has been pre-warned of the misdeed stands at the top of the stairs and greets the miscreant. Her threat is to report the crime to the Governess or to give the girl a thrashing in the seniors room.
The whole fellow inmates/sufferers ganging up on one person thing doesn’t work for me, not even in a fantasy. I don’t know why because if it was a corrupt teacher or prefect or other authority figure deliberately getting an innocent girl into trouble purely for the pleasure of beating her, that would be *hot*.
“No, no boy. Pull her all the way down to the end, so she’s straddling the horse properly, and her thighs are spread wide. We’ll have no false modesty from the likes of this little doxy. And leave the waist strap a little lose, in case she wants to show us a little more during her punishment.”
Chloe watching over her shoulder, mewed into her gag as she watched Judge Baxter drop a gold coin into the smiling stable lad’s eager palm. Chloe tried to resist, but his grip was firm, and she was quickly pulled back, her sex opening up like a flower.
How open she was became painfully apparent to her when she felt Judge Baxter’s finger rub a cool cream into her sex. “Something to relax you dear. It will itch a bit, I’m afraid, but you can just rub yourself on the horse. It will give the men something to watch while they wait for your whipping. Don’t be ashamed of juicing yourself. All the delinquents do it.”
But Chloe WAS ashamed, particularly when she saw the smiling men behind her looking directly at her sex as she rubbed herself and her secretions dribbled down her thighs.
“Juicy little strumpet.”
“Yes, she’s wiggled her strap loose.”
“When she rears up I can see her bottom hole.”
“Tisk, tisk. All the worse for her; Baxter’s already talking to the whipmaster about that.”
As she craned her neck Chloe saw to her horror Judge Baxter was dropping more gold coins into the palm of the smiling brute in the leather jerkin charged with administering her final judicial punishment.
Please tell me at least, she’s sitting (uncomfortably) on the bench after this?
When her Honor returned to the bench there was a noticable change in her demenor. She seemed more curt with some of the lawyers and less tolerant of windy speeches than she had been in the past. Most chalked it up to the fact that she was now running delinquent court, and how much was there to be said about the parade of young women charged with drunkenness, inappropriately public displays of affection, or playing their awful music too bloody loud?
The crimes were much the same, really, only the girls, nervously biting their lips and kneeding their fingers as they apologized to the woman glaring down at them from the massive Victorian bench, were different.
Perhaps it was an understandable desire to dispense with cases quickly, or perhaps she was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat for another reason? She certainly did seem to be sitting higher with those extra padded cushions on her chair.
There were a few awkward moments. At the suggestion that a young lady might be let off with a mere strapping for her failure to pay her rent, Judge Chole laughed out loud. “I took worse than that and I did nothing at all,” she scoffed. “I mean…I could take worse than that, if– That is to say– I mean–”
Chloe was strict with the girls, for that was what Delinquent Court was all about. “Put them back in their school uniforms! Brighten their pert little bottoms, and throw a good scare into them!” as Judge Baxter instructed her. But each time she slammed down the gavel and sent some poor girl off to her fate, she shuddered. For Judge Baxter had not given her a RELEASE FORM, as she had expected, but merely a PAROLE.