Stories - a slaves Rendition

	jefferson's story (written by: slave jefferson - Mistress Morê devotee) It's the case against jefferson for driving without the Owner's permission, without insurance, failing to stop and a litany of other motoring offenses he had committed during the joy ride. jefferson's punishment was swift and severe. The clerk of the court cried out jefferson's name and waited in vain for a response. A repeat call but louder caused jefferson, who had heard the first time, to rise and take a final long drag on his cigarette. Unhurredily jefferson stubbed the cigarette into the ashtray, failing to completely extinguish it, adjusted his cuffs, shrugged his shoulders, pulled the collar of his leather jacket and swaggered forward. Court Number one, case of State against jefferson for driving without the Owners permission, without insurance, failing to stop and a litany of other motoring offenses he had committed during the joy ride. he had been here before and made no attempt to feign shame or remorse. There was no contest of the charges and responded to the question for a plead with "Yeah yeah" . The judge looked over Her glasses and firmly prompted a correct response. " Okay. Guil-t-y." "The speeds you drove down the Interstate" stated Judge Morê "were both nearly homicidal and suicidal. The interstate highways are not race tracks." "Hey I know. Most of the time they're more like car parks" interjected jefferson thinking this was extreme wit about the towns traffic congestion. his friends laughed loudly and high fived their delight in the public gallery. "you have shown no remorse and no intent to halt this behaviour" continued Judge Morê". It has proved insufficient for you to be released continually to society with or without a driving license. Do you have anything to say to the court?" "Yeah" replied jefferson flicking open his Zippo lighter and raising it to his mouth "Beam me up Scottie". Hoots screeched from the gallery. jefferson knew what to expect a suspended sentence, community service and back with the boys in half an hour. jefferson was in for a shock. Judge Morê had just that last weekend learnt about a new facility , a privately funded correction facility that specialized in repeat offenders of jefferson's age for whom conventional prison may or may not prove to be a crime school. Their methods were, some would say, shock therapy and reactionary, others would call old fashioned and overdue. "you'll be taken from this place" Judge Morê said calmly" and be held at the correction facility for persistent offenders for a period of 1 month. At that facility you will receive three, 15 stroke strappings." "What?!" exclaimed jefferson " you can't do that" Sniggers now eminated from the gallery but not from his friends. "Are you trying to teach me law or the limits of the authority of this court? Because if you are I would choose your next comment with utmost care." jefferson gawped as the gavel fell and was lead away by the smiling clerk of the court. After registration and allocation of his one piece overall that was his uniform jefferson stood in the quadrangle with the other new inmates. All were of a similar age and all had expressions of anxiety and confusion on the faces. Everyone was glancing around them to check for reassurances but none were forthcoming. jefferson was no different but was surprised to see the inmates included young women. his mind fretted if he was the only one who had been sentenced to the strappings and if so did anyone else know. The humiliation of that would make his life unbearable, he'd never be able to maintain his cool, hardcase image which was really only a matte of chutzpah to start with anyway. The induction speech passed him with only a few flashes of it registering at all. That evening at dinner jefferson shuffled along in the queue with his stainless steel tray in hand. The hall was clean but bare and had a smell. It was nothing he had smelt before but he would over his stay get so used to it he would only notice it's absence when outside in the exercise yard. Those brief exercise period would become treasure moments if for nothing less than smelling fresh air. The food was laddled into the tray and he took a seat at a table that did not look like a "patch", this was no time to step onto someone's turf or manor, confrontation was to be avoided. Along one wall there was a shelf at about chest height, some of the inmates ate standing at these even though seats were vacant. jefferson leant over to another inmate and quietly asked " What's the story" nodding in their direction. "you'll find out" was the reply between mouthfuls. The night was long, dark and the quiet was erratically broken with strange loud echoing noises. jefferson slept badly. Morning chores and work details started without any orders yet functioned like the well rehearsed choreography that it was. jefferson had spent the early hours in this facility pensive and very quiet, he was in another world now, with new rules, new language and a new social system, he was the novice, and was surpiresd to find solace in his work detail, it involved no eye contact and presently that was a good place to start. he was shocked when an officer called his name from a clipboard. The officer escorted him to a small barren room with a wooden bench against one wall, above it a row of coat hooks. On the opposite wall was a large framed mirror but that wasn't his immediate concern. In front of the mirror was a T bar on a pedestal with two semi circular plastic loops about 18 inches apart on his side of the pedestal. He hadn't seen anything like it before but it looked sinister and his tension increased. The door opened and three further inmates entered. They stood in a line facing a female warden while another stood behind the door. The warden addressed them and announced in a matter of fact way that all inmates present were to have one of their punishments and were to remove their uniforms and hang them on the coat hooks provided and sit. That explained the bench and the hooks. jefferson hestitated briefly but on seeing the others comply , some of whom had been in this room before, did likewise. On turning to hang up his uniform he saw the other female warder was holding by her side a thick heavy black strap. With her hand by her side it reached the floor and caused jefferson to gasp. All four sat in their underwear totally silent. No one had anything to say. A name was read out but it wasn't jefferson's. The inmate stood and walked over to the T bar, the female warden with the strap had already positioned herself alongside the T bar and removed her jacket. The inmate slipped his feet into the straps on the pedestal and bent over. The bar needed adjusting for his height and he stood in place whilst this was accomplished. Having resumed his position the warderess pulled down his underwear as far as it would go over his spread legs. The warderess anounced how many strokes he would recieve and with a nod to her colleague stepped back. The warderess with the strap rolled up her sleeve and raised the strap above her head, she brought it down with force. The strap seemed to wrap around the inmates entire bottom and a left a vivid red blush. The inmate's head reared up but he held tight to the base of the T bar. On the bench, jefferson wanted this to end but knew for that to happen , he was wishing for his own strapping and that he was not looking forward to. When his name was called his legs seemed to freeze, prompted by the gaze of the warderess he slowly moved forward. The bar was cold and intimidating and he wanted to plead to be excused but he knew it would be of no use . jefferson felt his underpants being tugged down and heard the warderess say 15. Without warning the strapped flashed across his rear and he gripped the T bar with white knuckles. he saw his reflection in the mirror and his face was contorted to fight the wave of pain in his seat. Almost immediately the stinging strap returned to further inflame his haunches. There was heat like he had never known, pain yes but momentary but the heat, it just kept building. Each stroke created higher levels of stinging and even more heat. The strapping continued through the count and by the dozen mark he was openly moaning with each stroke. The 15th brought the order to rise and return to the bench. That evening dinner was eaten from the shelf . The punishment was severe but he felt a strange sense of absolution and no hatred to his wardens. After his release he had decided he would not be taking the risk of law breaking again but he might just need to find a Lady Disciplinarian like Judge Morê to remind him of this mixture of emotions. jefferson surely learned his lesson like all bad boys that very much need correction. Mistress Misha Morê delights in BDSM, erotic torture, delicious discipline and Morê. For those serious inquiries on wanting to serve a beautiful EurAsian Goddess, be sure that your request is carefully written, neat with a Large SASE and covers what you can do for Her, not what you expect from Her. 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