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The following story is fiction and contains scenes of a judicial strapping.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Sentenced to a Strapping


They decided to plead guilty after consulting with an attorney since Junior had been caught both on the security camera and literally with red hands when he was collared.  The red paint on the wall was the exact same shade and type.  The prosecutor settled for just one charge rather than three in return for the guilty plea.

The court session went quickly.  The prosecutor made his recommendations which the judge considered along with Junior's record.  The sentence was ten cuts with a strap.  They had twenty-four hours to report to one of the punishment centers and do it.

They left the courtroom quickly.  Junior was practically in tears.  "It's not fair, Dad.  It's just not fair." he whined.

His father tried to comfort him but he was not very successful.  "If we don't do it soon it will be much worse.  One of the professionals will do it and increase the count to fifteen."  They sat in the courthouse square park for a long time until Junior could get the courage up to go to the punishment center with his father as The Law required.

There was a strict protocol that was to be followed and, to prevent cheating, the straps had a measurement device built in to assure the intensity of the cut was up to the specifications.  They took almost an hour to learn the necessary skills as this was the first time for Junior, just a month past his birthday, in the punishment center.  The training over, they were assigned a punishment kiosk with the required recording equipment.© YLeeCoyote

In the kiosk, they stripped; one above the waist and one below.  The latter leaned over the strapping bench and was strapped down; the former got into position to swing the fearsome strap.  The moment of truth had come.  The strap was raised and brought down on the target.  It made a mark but the counter remained at ten even though there was a WHACK and a yelp of pain.  "It has to be harder." said the boy's father.  Junior clenched his teeth and the second swing happened.  After the WHACK, the counter dropped to nine as the second strip appeared on the target butt.

By the time the counter was zero, Junior was crying.  He had never cried like that before.  The straps were released and pants pulled up.  They went to the recovery room.  They hugged each other and Junior promised never to be naughty again.  He was truly repentant.  They got the documents to show the court and left.

Junior did not sleep well that night (nor many afterwards).  It just was not fair.  "I broke the law, not Dad.  He should have strapped me rather than me strapping him." he cried in his sleep.

The End

I have decided not to explain exactly what the law in this jurisdiction was but will only state that it was rational and about responsibility.  As textbooks say, it is left as an exercise for the reader.  An entirely different question is: "Is this method effective in reducing anti-social behavior?"

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