Rosie’s DUI Court Appearance

Note to reader

This story is the first in a mini series based in the same ‘world’ as my Fraudulent Judicial Punishment story but is not linked so you don’t need to read one before the other.

This first chapter of this story has very little ‘action’ in it. There is nudity and search but the focus of this chapter is the process of being sentenced to corporal punishment.

Please do give me feedback. I’m still very new to this and will happily accept guidance and ideas from readers. Remember though, if you comment or feedback anonymously, I can’t reply.

Hope you enjoy. Assuming people are interested in what happens to Rosie, I will continue writing.

Jdb123

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Rosie’s DUI Court Appearance

She stood in the dock of the courtroom and could barely keep herself from vomiting. It had been an unbelievable 12 hours since Rosie was out in the city with her friends. She was still dressed as she had been when she walked into the bar to meet everyone in person for the first time in several months. She reflected now that perhaps this wasn’t the best outfit of choice for a court appearance. Not that she’d had much choice having been brought here directly from the police cell.

She was wearing a dress that clung to her butt and her chest without covering as much of her legs as she would like for a court appearance. The officer had given her back her high shoes when he let her out of the cell this morning on the way to court. Her hair was now tied back in a simple ponytail after the officer at the police station had provided the bobble and she imagined it probably looked something of a mess. She had naturally dark hair, but it was dyed into a subtle red colour. Her purse had not been returned to her, nor had her jewellery so she had no belongings.

The lockdown, as a result of the covid pandemic, had seen Rosie alone in her flat for most of the time and she was nervous about the evening as she walked in and saw her friends. It was so lovely to see everyone and in no time at all, a glass of champagne had been thrust into her hand, and then another and then another.

Rosie had had an excellent evening catching up with her friends. The only problem was, she had driven into town, perhaps naively, not expecting to drink.

When they eventually got asked to leave as the bar closed, she had realised that she’d had too much champagne to drive. That was obvious. But she couldn’t leave the car where she had parked. In the morning, it would be illegally parked and would get towed away, so she decided moving it around the corner would be ok. It really wasn’t far and the road was quiet. Then, she’d get a taxi back with ar to sleep at hers.

She looked through the glass of the dock and surveyed the room.

It wasn’t like she had seen on TV. There was no wooden panelling for a start. Everything looked crisp and professional and almost like a normal office building save for the layout, and th dock and the bench where the magistrates would sit.

There were maybe twenty people in the room on the other side of the security glass. She was embarrassed already that they were going to watch what happened to her. Looking at them, she assumed they were mostly solicitors and there was a general murmur of chatter in the room. It seemed bizarrely informal. She hated being the centre of attention and was much happier on the side-lines of whatever was going on in most situations. She was a university lecturer and it was different there — she was the expert and people were quiet to listen. Not like in social situations.

She was locked in a dock, that much she did recognise from TV. There was a solid wall about waist height and then large glass panels to the ceiling with gaps between so she could hear what was happening in court.

She had come up a flight of stairs with the police officer that was stood with her and the door she came in, put her straight into the dock. In the small space, she registered the fact she was probably due a shower and felt embarrassed again, glancing at the police officer who was entirely disinterested in the entire scene as he looked like he’d rather be pretty much anywhere else.

She looked over at her solicitor who was sitting chatting to his colleague. A nice looking blonde lady in a sharp suit. It appeared to Rosie that perhaps her current plight was not at the forefront of his mind as he flirted with the solicitor. She wondered just how much use he was about to be. She was going to be in a fair bit of trouble and he has already warned her that hers were now classic offences that attracted corporal punishment. This obviously worried her greatly, but equally so did the university finding out what had happened. Her solicitor did seem to give the impression that corporal punishment could offer a relatively quick, albeit extremely painful, way out of this mess she’d got herself into.

She was distracted from this thread as she heard someone shout, “all rise” and everyone in the court room stood as 3 people walked in through a door at the front and sat in the three big chairs on the raised platform. There were two women and one man, the women being easily in their sixties, but the man being furthest away was harder to call. They were all dressed professionally and none of them gave anything away in their faces.

Everyone sat back down again leaving Rosie and the police officer in the dock with her as the only two standing.

“Good morning everyone.” said the lady sat in the middle of the 3, “Looking at my list, we have the matter of ‘Thompson’ up first?”

“Yes ma’am. Rosie Thompson appearing from custody charged with two offences. We’re ready to proceed in that matter”. This came from a portly gentleman sat infront of the three magistrates.

“Very well” came the formal, clipped reply.

The man turned to the dock “Are you Rosie Thompson?” he enquired across the room.

“Errr yes . . Sir”

He confirmed her address and date of birth.

“You are charged that last night, in the county of Greater West, you drove a motor vehicle on a public road whilst over the prescribed limit of alcohol by breath namely 94 micrograms per 100 millilitres with the legal maximum being 35. For this matter, how do you plead?”

Panic took over. The formality of that terrified her. She had to plead guilty to a criminal offence in a court room! Her solicitor had briefed her on this when he met her in the cell about an hour ago. They had decided that there was no escaping it and to plead guilty early would be best. She couldn’t find the words. The silence in the court room continued as the man looked at her with no hint of emotion in his face. The career bureaucrat, dealing with yet another silly girl, neither patient or impatient.

She glanced at her solicitor who smiled and nodded encouragingly. “errr guilty,” she managed.

“Thank you” the man continued. “Further, you are charged that on the same occasion in the county of Greater West, you drove that motor vehicle on a road or other public place, namely Queen Street, when there was not in force in relation to that use, a policy of insurance in respect of third party risks contrary to section 143 of the Road Traffic Act 1984 and Schedule 2 of the Road Traffic Offenders Act 1988. To that charge, how do you plead?”

“Guilty” Rosie said, looking at the floor.

“Very well. Sit down,” the man replied.

The blonde lady that Rosie’s solicitor had been flirting with before the magistrates came in stood up. She had her hair tied back into a formal ponytail and put glasses on to read. She was medium height and build and was certainly not unattractive, even to Rosie whose mind was certainly not focused on the merits of the counsel for the prosecution.

When she spoke, she had a professional voice with almost no accent and although she had her laptop open, didn’t seem to need to read from it very much.

“Your worships, my name is Miss Robinson and I appear for The Crown Prosecution Service. PC 17798 Phillips was on routine patrol in the city centre last night when she observed the defendant getting into a black car. The defendant drove out of a side road and onto the main road, clipping the kerb during her manoeuvre. PC Phillips turned her patrol car around and switched on the emergency lighting indicating for the driver to pull over her car. She did so without incident and was required to provide a sample of breath for analysis which she did and so failed the road side breath test resulting in her being arrested.

“At the police station, Ms Thompson provided two samples of breath, the lower of which was 94. In fairness to Ms Thompson, PC Phillips did not indicate any elements of bad driving save for clipping the kerb.

“Further checks revealed that Ms Thompson’s policy of insurance had expired and she was consequently driving without insurance.

“Unless I can be of any further assistance, your worships.”

She sat down. She had managed to summarise the last terrible 12 hours into about 90 seconds and in doing so had all but convicted Rosie in two or three sentences. By the look of her, she had already moved into the next case on her laptop. Rosie couldn’t believe it. How could she have been so stupid. She was sure she was about to wake up from this nightmare.

Her solicitor stood up and confirmed this was real. “Your worships, I am representing Ms Thompson. Given that the high reading puts this offence into category 3 of 4, a report will be required to assist you with sentence. May I respectfully suggest that Ms Thompson meet the Punishment Assessment Officer before I address the court on her behalf, thus saving precious court time?”

“Yes Mr Ericsson, that seems eminently sensible” the chairwoman said. Turning to the dock, she looked at Rosie “Ms Thompson, you’ve heard what has happened. We are going to suspend this case until you have spoken to a Punishment Assessment Officer who will report back to the court later today where we will finalise this matter. It is important you co-operate with the process as this is more likely to help your situation than harm it.

“Go with the officer now please and we will see you later”.

Rosie’s hands were cuffed again in front of her, the police officer grabbed the chain between the cuffs and she was led downstairs back to the cell. Her wrists were released and she sat back into the cot bench as the bars were slid shut. She was in what was essentially a cage with one solid wall at the back and bars at the sides and front.

There was a bench attached to the stone wall and a narrow window above that perhaps 10 inches tall. The room was mostly lit from electric lights hanging in their own protective cages way above head height. The area was clearly of an age, but it was tidy and clean. This was the same cell as she had been sat in waiting for the hearing.

Some of the other cells had people in them too. There was mixture of men and women. It seemed to be one line of cells for females and one for males on the other side of the corridor.

Rosie tried to take stock of her situation. She was still dressed in what she wore last night, a dress and shoes that were perfect for the trendy bar last night, but were hardly ideal for sitting here in a cell.

There was a man in the cell opposite who hadn’t said anything to Rosie all morning, but was openly appraising her. She tried not to look at him but she was embarrassed. She really was not one for male attention. She always felt awkward. She had had a boyfriend in the past, but she actually was more interested in women although she’d never had the confidence to follow through on that. Her friend Stacey was so confident and outgoing, Rosie wished she was more like her and she also knew that if Stacey were here, she would feel so much better.

Last night had been so important for her to get back out and see her friends. Not just Stacey, although she was particularly pleased when she realised she’d be there. She always considered herself socially awkward and was far from confident. The pandemic lock down had left her in her flat all day most days with only video calls for company.

Her friends mostly had partners and she was the only person she knew who lived alone. She had been lonely in the last month and she had so needed that night out so badly. She couldn’t believe she’d got here. It was so bloody stupid she was really cross with herself.

The cell door next to hers slammed and she found she was now next to another woman who had been put in the cell. She was everything Rosie felt she wasn’t. She was slim and pretty, she too was still made up from the night before, but her new cell mate looked much better for it than Rosie did. The woman glanced at Rosie but didn’t bother to engage in any sort of conversation. She looked really pissed off and Rosie had no desire to try and engage in conversation with her. The fewer people she saw or spoke to, the better off she was right now.

Rosie felt as if she was about to cry again. She had a headache which she put down to the champagne the night before.

A lady came to her cell door. She put a key in and turned it, opening the door and stepping inside. She was dressed in a cheapish suit, her hair and nails were neatly kept and she was attractive in a non classic, subtle way. She wore very little makeup, but Rosie suspected the woman spent a lot of time to make it look like she spent no time at all.

“I’m Ms Gale. I’m your Punishment Assessment Officer after you’ve pled guilty to. . .” she paused as she read from her clipboard “. . excess alcohol and no insurance.

“OK, that shouldn’t be too complicated, pretty simple really. It’s my job to advise the court on a best fit punishment for you looking at your personal circumstances, the offences you’ve committed and the necessity to protect the public from re-offending.”

Rosie wasn’t entirely sure she liked the sound of that, particularly the last part. Did this woman mean prison? Surely not?

“There’ll be a series of questions I want you to answer in this questionnaire,” she continued, holding up a thick booklet, “and then we’ll have a chat and finally we’ll do the physical exam as these are both schedule 2 offences so corporal punishment is a possible outcome.”

Rosie shuddered. She knew this, so it didn’t come as a massive shock to her, but even so. She could hardly bear the idea of a physical exam, whatever that was, never mind the idea of a spanking. Or worse.

She hadn’t taken that much interest in the area of the relatively recent corporal punishment law that had come in. Why would she — it wasn’t as if she ever expected to be needing to be familiar. She was aware there were the usual punishments that would be expected to come to mind such as whipping and caning, and she was aware it was sometimes done in public. She had a nagging feeling though, that she’d read about far worse things.

She swallowed and fought hard to keep the tears back. She could see the woman in the next cell looking on in interest and obviously she could hear the whole conversation. She felt her face flush at the thought of it.

“Errrm. Is there anywhere more private please?” Rosie whispered.

“No. We’re in a court building, not a doctor’s room. I’m afraid were going to have to do it here,” replied Ms Gale. “You also want to consider getting it done quickly. You don’t want to miss your slot in the courtroom and have to wait until the end of the day. Or worse.”

With that she handed Rosie a pen and the booklet which was titled ‘Defendant Fact Find Questionnaire’. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Please make sure you’re done. I have a lot of you to deal with this morning. Saturdays are always busy with this type of thing”. With that, she got up and left the cell, locking the door behind her.

Rosie glanced around to find the man and the woman both watching her. She flashed a brief shy smile at the woman, but she didn’t reciprocate.

Rosie opened the booklet and started answering questions. The first section was all about her personal details such as name, address, date of birth, national insurance number, job title, her earnings, her monthly income and expenses It was all fairly straight forward but a little dull.

She sighed and flicked forward and immediately wished she hadn’t.

The section at the back clearly marked ‘OFFICIAL USE ONLY’ had outline pictures of the human body, both male and female and a lot of boxes for all sorts of measurements. A lot of measurements. More measurements than Rosie would have thought possible. A number of them didn’t look at all fun to have taken. The one that made her shudder was labelled ‘spine base to pubis through crotch’. She could feel her face burn again from the embarrassment the thought.

Aware of the deadline she had been given, she flicked back to where she was up to.

The form moved into standard behavioural questions that she’d completed a few times for job applications etc. These were the sort of questions that would give her personality type.

The form then began moving into much more personal questions. They were asking about any medical conditions and her sexual health. It asked about her periods and when she was due her next. It went on to ask about her sex life and how often and whether with males or females. It even asked if she was into any kind of kinky stuff. This was awful. Most of these things, Rosie had never talked about with anyone, and now she was having to write it all on a government form.

She decided that honesty was probably the best policy as awfully embarrassing as it was and began to detail her limited sexual experience with men and decided to mention her liking of girls.

The section about kinks was a list of some things she thought might have been illegal. Most of the corporal punishments she expected to be potentially given to her were on the list and she couldn’t reconcile in her head that people would do it for fun. She began to tick boxes in the ‘no’ column.

She got to ‘light bondage’ and paused a second, having never actually done it, but not completely adverse to the idea, in the right circumstances. Had Stacey have wanted to tie Rosie’s wrists to the bed for example… She pulled herself together and ticked ‘no’ and moved on.

The form asked about whether she routinely shaved her vagina and if so, fully or partially. She realised she hadn’t done anything at all down there for several weeks and so ticked ‘no’ again.

She got to the end of the form, or at least the end of the bit she was allowed to complete and sat waiting for the Punishment Officer to return.

She sat there pondering the answers she’d given to some of the most personal questions she’d ever even considered, never mind answered before. Twice, she picked the pen up to change an answer and then put it down again without changing.

She looked around the cell block again and found that there was quite a fast paced turn around going on. The cells at the far end now had people in them, but the cell next to leery man had now emptied. The woman was still in the cell next to her and was still as cold in her body language. She looked so much more confident than Rosie felt. As Rosie looked at the woman, their eyes met and the woman in the next cell asked “What?”

“Nothing. Sorry” Rosie replied and looked at the floor again. The woman didn’t reply and a stony silence seemed to descend on the pair.

It was about a ten minute wait until Ms Gale returned and all that time she had managed to avoid eye contact with the man opposite and tried, without that much success, to not think about the content of the form any further or what punishment may await her.

Ms Gale entered the cell quickly, clearly in a rush. She dropped a couple of items on the bench next to Rosie. There was a standard tape measure, a pincher type device that Rosie had no idea about but was certain it wasn’t going to friendly and a set of standard bathroom scales.

“Okay. Sorry for the delay,” Ms Gale said, “like I say, it’s always crazy busy on a Saturday morning.”

She stood and appraised Rosie and picked the completed form up and began to flip through the completed answers.

“Ok. So what’s going to happen now is that you and I are going to have a talk through some of the answers on your form and then we’re going to do the physical examination which will help the court if they want to look at corporal punishment.

“I know this is counter intuitive, but it’s in your interests that if you get a corporal punishment as sentence, it suits your body.”

She sat down next to Rosie who was again looking like she might cry. Ms Gale paused, looking at Rosie, “Ok look. I want to be very clear, I’m not your friend. I don’t want you to think that. However, as I said, it’s far better for you that any punishment I advise is at least suitable. I also need to be clear that my advice to court is just that. It’s advice. They don’t have to follow it and sometimes they don’t.

“Be also very clear, that a punishment is not going to be pleasant. That’s the whole point of it. You are not going to like whatever you are sentenced to. My best advice is to co-operate as much as you can and get this whole sorry situation behind you and learn from it. Ok?”

Rosie couldn’t fight it anymore. She began to cry. “Yes.” she sobbed. She looked down at her hands in her lap and her hair fell over her face. “Will I go to prison?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know how much your solicitor told you about possible sentence. Because of how high your result was, the drink drive offence itself is almost so serious that the magistrates could consider a short stay in a minimum level prison at the worst case and then there’s the no insurance to add on top of that. A minimum level prison is essentially a punishment centre which you are jailed in.

For cases like this, you would ordinarily be sentenced to a very short sentence of perhaps two weeks, but during that time, you can expect severe restraint and unpleasant punishment for rules infringement.

“Other options, apart from prison is a community based sentence such as work picking litter up or sweeping the streets, I think your case is too serious to warrant a fine so that leaves corporal punishment.”

As Ms Gale talked, Rosie pulled her knees up and put her head down curling herself into a position as small as possible. Ms Gale continued, “The comparative advantage of corporal punishment for you is that it’s going to be the quickest thing to get over and done with. But, clearly it’s going to hurt and you’ve got two offences to be punished for.

“What do you do for your job?” Ms Gale asked.

Rosie sobbed out loud. “I’m a lecturer at university. If they find out about this, I’ll get sacked for sure!”

“Mmm a position of trust and authority” Ms Gale mused out loud. She made a note on the form.

“Tell me what happened for you to have got yourself into this. I already know you have no previous criminal record. To be honest, I don’t really understand.” Ms Gale said, almost exasperated.

Privately, the Punishment Officer thought these cases the most tragic. A young professional who has everything going for them does something utterly stupid and their entire future suddenly sits in jeopardy. She often thought, but for that moment of making a stupid decision, it could be her sat there in a cell in last night’s clothes facing career ruin and a punishment that could literally end up on any level depending on the whim of the magistrates.

“I’ve been so lonely while the lockdown has been on. I’ve been stuck in my flat with only my laptop for company. I don’t even have a pet. I’ve just been working and doing remote lectures to a computer screen. When the girls invited me out, I jumped at the chance. I stupidly drove to the bar thinking I’d just have one.

“The girls weren’t up for that though and there were two bottles of champagne on the table when I arrived. I decided that I could get a taxi home and stay at my friend’s house.”

“So how did you end up driving your car?” asked Ms Gale.

“When we left to get the taxi the bouncer on the door told me they’d changed the parking on the street over the road and at 8am the traffic wardens come around. Stacey said it would be ok. But of course that was totally stupid.”

“Ok. And the insurance?” asked Ms Gale.

“I’d simply lost track of where I was up to. I have barely driven my car in three months. I just didn’t realise.” Rosie was aware that sounded pathetic, even to her own ears.

“That doesn’t really answer it. Everyone has to keep track of their insurance. You’re no different”.

Rosie felt her stomach lurch. That was the most direct this woman had been and Rosie began to get a really bad feeling.

“Right. Can you stand up please” she instructed.

Rosie stood up and turned to look at Ms Gale.

“I need you to remove your dress to examine you”.

“What!?” Rosie exclaimed. “I can’t do that!”

“I understand that you don’t want to do that, but it’s not the same. I’m going to ask you once more. If you don’t follow instructions I will simply leave you in the cell until we are returned to court. I can promise you that a report from me saying that you refused to cooperate will not improve your situation.

“Now. For the final time, please remove your dress”

Rosie glanced at the man in the cell opposite who had stood up and was openly watching her and to her next cell along where the woman was watching. Then back to Ms Gale who was looking at her expectantly. She thought about her options. Basically, don’t take her dress off and feel the wrath of the court when she went back up. Or do as she was told and give this lot an eyeful, but be better off in the longer term. Hopefully.

She reached around to the zip. She could count on one hand the number of people who had seen her without clothes on. She was in fact, about to double it. She hated this. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was embarrassed about her body. On the rare occasion she has been undressed in front of others, the lights were off and she was under the bed clothes.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. What will I get if I don’t?” she asked. She was openly crying now.

Ms Gale sighed, “50 strokes of the whip wouldn’t be a surprise. Probably publicly. Or maybe a prison term.”

“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t!”

“Well. It’s entirely up to you, but I don’t have time for this. So it’s now or never” replied Ms Gale calmly, standing up.

Rosie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was going to be like ripping a plaster. As quickly as she could, she unzipped the dress and pulled it down and it was around her ankles leaving her in bra and knickers.

She used her hands to cover her plump stomach which was where she carried her excess weight. She hated her stomach, it wasn’t huge, but she carried enough extra for it to wobble if she moved quickly.

Rosie’s breasts were easily the most prominent feature. They weren’t massive, but they were clearly in the larger than average.

The bra she was wearing was far from sexy. It was a simple plain white piece with no decorative features whatsoever.

“Ok. Remove your bra now” Ms Gale instructed Rosie.

Rosie just wanted the ground to open up in front of her, but she did. She reached around and undid the clasp and her large breasts were free. She felt the burning heat of shame in her face. Ms Gale could see the red spreading down her neck on onto her chest. It was clear that being naked was a punishment in itself for the woman before her. Gale made a note of that on the form too.

Rosie kept her eyes fixed to the ground. She wasn’t looking, but knew the man was watching her. In fact, she was pretty sure she could now hear his breathing from across the corridor.

“Why are you trying to cover your stomach and not your breasts? Most women want to cover their breasts at this point.” enquired Ms Gale.

Rosie wasn’t even aware that she was. She quickly moved one arm to try to cover her breasts, but that provided inadequate cover for the mounds of flesh. Her breasts were without a doubt the feature of her body that she was most confident about. Her skin was pale anyway, but the skin was even paler over her boobs.

Despite their size, they were pert and had pale pink nipples surrounded by ever so slightly darker areolae which were both perfectly round. She abandoned the attempt to cover herself there and went back to the stomach.

“I don’t like people to see my fat” mumbled Rosie.

Ms Gale made a note of her sensitivity around her stomach fat and moved on. “Ok, I’m afraid, somewhat inevitably, the knickers are going to have to come off now.”

Rosie groaned. As Ms Gale had indicated, this had been inevitable but Rosie had been hoping beyond hope that the request wouldn’t come by some miracle.

She put her thumbs into the waist band and began to slowly slide them down. Ms Gale cleared her throat impatiently and so Rosie took the same approach as quick is best and did the rest in a rapid movement. Her knickers sat around her ankles and her hand went directly to cover her vagina.

“Can you step onto the scales please? asked Ms Gale, without any comment about her knickers, her vagina or her pubic hair, which was sticking out from behind Rosie’s hand.

Rosie couldn’t quite square the humiliation of this situation in her mind, but she found herself obediently doing as she was asked. Or was it instructed? Rosie wasn’t entirely clear. She hated the scale and would actively avoid them at home. She and Ms Gale looked down at the number that was far bigger than Rosie would have liked.

Ms Gale made another note. “How tall are you” she asked.

“Five foot, four inches” replied Rosie.

Ms Gale took a pocket calculator out. “Ok, so that’s a BMI of 28 which makes you overweight”.

Rosie thought she was already about as humiliated as she’d ever been before, but she’d now found a new low. The way the woman so matter of factly just stated that, made Rosie want to crawl into a small space somewhere and hide from the world. What she would give to be in her own bed hiding under the duvet right now.

“Ok, I need to take some measurements. Trust me, this goes a lot faster in a single position, but it’s probably not going be your ideal. If you spread your legs wide and interlock your fingers on the back of your head while pushing your elbows back and your chest out, I’ll be done in less than 5 minutes.”

Rosie was absolutely sure she could hear the rapid breathing of the man in the next cell. She looked over in dismay. It was clear he had his hands in his pockets and it wasn’t to keep them warm. He was obviously enjoying himself at her expense. She looked pleadingly at Ms Gale who gave her a look that may have been part impatience and part sympathy but she was clearly going to be no help.

She complied. Without a doubt, she had never felt so exposed in her entire life. Her position lifted her breasts and gave her no option to hide behind her hands at all.

Ms Gale approached her with a tape measure and went straight for the worst bit. She pulled the tape tight around her stomach in line with her tummy button. She made it a bit tighter so that the tap dug in slightly. “forty one inches” said Ms Gale as she noted the measurement. Rosie was pretty sure that had gone up since she last bought clothes. Tears were running silently down her cheeks.

Ms Gale did the same around her hips, around her chest below and above her breasts. her thighs, her upper and lower arms and her neck. She made notes of all the measurements.

“You’re really not going to like this one. I’m going to pass the tape through your crotch, front to back” stated Ms Gale before she placed one hand above Rosie’s pubic hair and pulled the tape tight backwards and deep into her pussy and up her butt crack.

Rosie gasped in surprise despite the warning. It was pretty uncomfortable and so horrible for this to be done at all, never mind by a stranger and standing naked in a prison cell.

“Twenty one and a half inches” declared Ms Gale. Rosie had no idea if that was good or bad or even by what standard she was being judged.

Ms Gale stood behind Rosie and pressed her fingers against Rosie’s back for a moment examine a blemish on the prisoner’s skin. She made another note.

“I now need you to lean forwards at the waist to allow your breasts to hang away from your body,” instructed Ms Gale, “You will actually probably find it easier, to grip the bars for this bit.”

So Rosie stepped forward and lent forward to grip the bars. Her breasts hung freely and swung slightly with the momentum of her body. She glanced down and could see the awful position of her stomach like that. It looked the fattest it had ever done.

She knew deep down, that in reality she wasn’t actually what most people would call fat, but her lack of self esteem caused her to be ashamed and that’s the area she was most ashamed of.

Ms Gale reached around from behind and measured around the base of each breast as they hung freely from her body. “12.5 inches each, that’s on the larger side.” said Ms Gale. She measured the length of Rosie’s back from the bank of her neck to the top of her buttocks and then from the outer side of her left breast, across her back to the right breast.

Rosie couldn’t imagine why all these measurements were necessary, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be good.

“Ok. I’m nearly done,” declared Ms Gale. “You can stand up again now.”

Rosie stood again. The man was moving his hands in his pocket and Rosie glared at him which had little or no effect. “Can I get dressed again please?” begged Rosie.

“Not yet I’m afraid. Won’t be long though,” said Ms Gale as she reached for the pincer device. “This is a skinfold calliper, it’s used to measure body fat,” she said as she gripped Rosie’s belly fat in one hand and used the device to pinch the skin and take a measurement. Rosie screeched and leapt backwards, escaping the woman’s grip.

“Is that a refusal to co-operate?” asked Ms Gale, sharply.

“Yes. Errrmmm, no. I’m sorry. Please don’t do that, I can’t stand it,” cried Rosie.

“I need to do it on your stomach, your thighs, your breasts and your butt. Once I’ve done that, you’re going to be ok to get dressed. Perhaps you’d be better gripping the bars again,” suggested Ms Gale.

“Nooo” Rosie cried, “ok, I’ll do it”.

Ms Gale gripped Rosie’s flesh again and the calliper pinched her skin painfully. She noted the measurement. She did the same at each location. Each time the pinch caused Rosie a bit of pain, but the embarrassment and humiliation was by far the worst thing.

“Ok. We’re done. You can get dressed again” Ms Gale said as she sat down, making notes on the form.

Rosie grabbed her dress off the floor and pulled it over her head so fast in a bid to get covered that she realised too late that her bra wasn’t on. The relief she felt at being covered was so great that there was absolutely no way she was planning to take the dress off again. She picked up her knickers and pulled them up her legs and slipped her shoes on.

Ms Gale was still sat on the bench making notes. Rosie didn’t feel like she wanted to sit next to her, so she stood awkwardly in the centre of the cell. She looked at her bra and decided she was going to have to wear it back into court. She knew there was a way to get the bra on without removing her dress, but in the state her mind was, she couldn’t work out how to do it.

As she was pondering this, Ms Gale finally spoke. “Ok then. Please sit down, I need to talk to you about options,” she indicated the bench seat next to her.

Rosie took a breath and sat down.

“So. As I said, the level of alcohol in the test you provided puts that offence into the second highest category. This is, technically imprisonable. There is the aggravating factor that you drove to the bar in the first place and that you cut the corner which meant you clipped the curb.

“On top of all that, you are driving with no insurance too. It’s for the magistrates to take all of this into account, but it’s my belief that you simply forgetting to review your insurance is also an aggravating factor. That puts the insurance matter into the highest category for that offence, but no insurance is less serious than the drinking.”

Rosie looked at the floor and wrung her hands together. She could tell this was going to be bad. She thought that prison was certainly in her immediate future.

“In your favour however,” Ms Gale continued, “you have been compliant with the process from the start, you stopped promptly and you have been open and frank. Above all else, you have no previous criminal convictions.”

Rosie’s hopes raised slightly. She had no idea what this meant or where this left her. She glanced over at the man in the opposite cell, and found he had lost interest now that she was clothed again.

“The purpose of sentencing is to protect the public, prevent re-offending, rehabilitate where possible and to punish the offender. It is my estimation that you do not pose a high risk to society and that this matter can probably be dealt with without needing to resort to prison.”

Rosie released her breath. She had no idea she’d been holding it.

“I do believe however, that the offences taken together, are too serious for standard community penalty such as litter picking. So this leaves us with a relatively severe corporal punishment or a less severe but more embarrassing punishment that is likely to involve some sort of public display.”

Rosie couldn’t tell where this was heading and indeed which would be worse. She didn’t know what to think or what to say.

“As I’ve already said, I can only advise and recommend to the court and they may well not follow that advice except where I make an exclusion. In your case, I noted you have a prominent mole on your back which could be damaged under a whip. Therefore, I am going to exclude back whipping of any sort from the punishment.”

Having never been so much as spanked by hand, Rosie had no idea if this was good news or not. She was aware that if not her back, the punishment had to be somewhere else. She had always hated the mole which was positioned just between her shoulder blades, but she was thinking on balance, she was probably now quite happy with it.

“This offence is a level 3 offence which if delivered by a caning would attract somewhere around the 25 to 35 strokes on the buttocks. We however have the aggravating factors to add on, so if the magistrates were minded, you could easily be looking at the maximum of fifty strokes. Are you following?”

“Yes, I think so, they’re going to cane me”

“Not necessarily. There’s other options and I’d be interested to hear your view. I can recommend a much less severe sentence in terms of pain, but in turn I would be recommending that the level of humiliation increases, so in likelihood it would be delivered in front of witnesses. How would you feel about that?”

“No. Please don’t. That’s awful. I couldn’t do that”.

“I’m going to give you ten minutes while I go and see my next offender. When I come back, I will ask for your views and then based on that, I’ll make a recommendation to the magistrates, but they will make the final decision.

“As I said at the beginning, I’m here to balance your needs with those of ensuring you are punished severely enough that you don’t end up here again. Don’t mistake me for your friend. I don’t want to mislead you.”

With that, and with no further option for discussion, Ms Gale left the cell again.

Rosie’s mind was in turmoil. Her breathing got faster and she felt hot. She leant back against the wall while she got herself under control.

How could she possibly make a choice like that. Caned! It felt like the word was bashing around inside her head, making it impossible to think of anything else. She wasn’t sure she could survive five strokes of the cane and yet she was talking about fifty.

She put her head into her hands and cried again. In an attempt to calm down, she stood and paced. She couldn’t be caned and yet the thought of taking her clothes off in public was too horrible to bear. She had very nearly fainted having to take get dress off in here and the things Ms Gale had made her do made Rosie cringe.

“Hey. Take the cane. You’re going to melt if they do the humiliation thing to you” The voice broke into Rosie’s thoughts. She looked up. It was the stony faced woman in the next cell. Rosie looked at her, shocked and unable to respond for a moment. The woman was older than Rosie by maybe ten years, but wasn’t dressed like that. She wore a leather mini skirt and a top that did nothing to hide the woman’s ample chest. She spoke with a scottish accent, which Rosie took a second to decipher.

The woman repeated herself. “The way you just messed about just because you were naked, there’s no way you can do an exposure punishment,” she continued.

“But I can’t take a caning!”

“You’re going to get something painful. There’s no way you’re not, so you might as well just take a bit more and be done with it,” the woman persisted.

Rosie’s mind was racing but she couldn’t form her thoughts logically. The fact she had a choice was throwing her completely.

She’d seen pictures of people being subjected to corporal punishment in the media, everyone had, since the Corporal Punishment Act came into force a couple of years ago, but she’d never imagined it could be her. In the pictures she had seen, the punishment wasn’t always with people watching, but the people being punished were always naked.

There must be another way. Yes, she’d been stupid. She couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Surely though, she didn’t deserve this — nothing actually happened, she didn’t hit anyone or cause any damages. She couldn’t be seen by people she knew, if anyone from the university saw her, her career would be over. Was her career worth more to her than avoiding the pain? It would hurt like hell, obviously. Surely though, there would be no permanent harm done — the government who brought this in weren’t barbarians. People got caned all the time. They can’t all be going around scarred forever more.

She began to think hard about what kind of thing she had seen been given out as punishment. She’d never really paid attention before. There was whipping and caning, definitely. She was pretty sure she’d seen back whipping like in the old days and caning on the bottom. She knew girls could have their boobs whipped too. At that thought her hands went involuntarily to her own breasts. She’d seen people tied up outside naked for other people to look at. The thought of that happening was appalling to her, and she’d never stopped to look, like so many others do. What she did know though, was that was absolutely no way someone sentenced to an exposure type punishment, could possibly hide their identity. So that pretty much made her decision for her.

Rosie had been a lecturer for 3 years now and had got a permanent job at the university in the city just before lockdown came. She had studied day and night to realise her dream job and there was absolutely no way she could let it slip through her fingers by being recognized and the students sniggering and laughing at her. That would be entirely untenable for her.

So there she had it. If she wanted to keep her job then she had no real choice. She just hoped the magistrates would go for it. Rosie knew that she was going to be disqualified from driving too. Her solicitor had been clear on that. She was going to have to tell university what had happened, but if she could avoid the public punishment, she wouldn’t be bringing the university into disrepute and so would probably keep her job.

She couldn’t get her mind off what was going to happen to her. It was obviously going to hurt, but she could get through it.

She began to think about what Stacey would be doing. The last time she saw her was through the window of the police car as she was driven away.

Ms Gale arrived at the cell door. She didn’t bother to open it this time, she simply looked in through the bars at Rosie.

“Have you made a decision?” she asked.

“Yes. I want to take the corporal punishment please. I can’t afford to lose my job if I’m seen being punished.”

She couldn’t believe she’d just said ‘please’ as she’d been asked to be punished. This day was ridiculous!

“Ok. I’ll go and write my report and you’ll be called to court in due course. I probably won’t see you again, so good luck.”

With that, Ms Gale turned and walked away.

Rosie was left in her cell, immediately regretting her decision and beginning to panic again. She felt as if she was going to vomit again. The woman in the next cell looked on without comment or any outward sign that she had even been listening.

Rosie lay onto the bench and began to cry silently. She had made her decision and for better or worse, she was heading into the unknown and it was scary. On the other hand, she hopefully had avoided anyone from the university finding out and therefore would be able to take the punishment, learn from it and put this whole sorry mess behind her.

She assumed she’d be released today and couldn’t wait to get back to get flat and into a nice warm bath.

Stacey came to mind again, Rosie imagined her here in the cell, lying on the bench and giving her a hug. She imagined what the feeling of Stacey’s soft skin would be like. Despite her situation and the stress she was under, but because she had been up all night, Rosie fell to sleep.

***

She had no way of knowing whether she had been asleep for two minutes or two hours. She looked around her to find her next door neighbour gone with the cell door left open.

As she looked around, she heard footsteps and saw an officer coming towards her. “Rosie Thompson. They’re ready for you. Can you stand up please?” the officer said.

Rosie sat up and then stood up. She tried to control her breathing and took a gulp.

The officer opened the cell door, stepped back and indicated for her to follow.

“Step out of the cell please and hold out your hands in front of you”.

As she did so, she unclipped handcuffs from her belt and snapped them around Rosie’s wrists. They were heavy and unforgiving. They held her wrists slightly apart with solid metal where there was usually a chain. She wasn’t able to clasp her hands together. The officer used a key to click a switch on the cuffs, but Rosie had no idea what that did.

“Ok. This way please.”

Rosie and the officer walked back along the corridor in the direction Rosie had come earlier from the city room. The officer didn’t hold her arm and was a respectful distance from her and if it weren’t for the cuffs, Rosie could have believed the officer was a receptionist escorting her to a meeting room.

They got to the door at the end of the corridor. The officer unlocked it and ushered Rosie through. Rosie found herself back in the stairwell with the lift doors right in front of her, while the officer checked the door was locked behind them.

“Are you ok climbing the stairs? It’s only one flight and the lift takes forever,” the officer asked.

“Yes, no problem” replied Rosie and she once again took in her surroundings. It was totally utilitarian. Perhaps like the back stairs in a shop or office building that the public don’t get to see. It was clean and smelled faintly of floor cleaner.

The officer pointed at the stairs heading up and Rosie began to climb. It felt awkward to do so with her hands cuffed together in front of her, but the steps were wide and shallow and were easy enough to negotiate. In about thirty seconds the pair were up to the next landing with another door.

The sign on the door said in bold no-nonsense black letters ‘Court Room 2’. The office inserted her key into the lock and pulled the door open. She indicated again to Rosie and allowed her to step passed her into the dock she stood in before. The guard stepped in behind her and fussed for a second unlocking and removing the handcuffs. Rosie spent a moment absently rubbing her wrists and then took in her surroundings.

She saw her solicitor, and the blonde prosecution solicitor in the same places as this morning. They were chatting again. Rosie took in the bench, set slightly higher than the rest of the court room with three empty chairs. Above the middle chair, the Royal crest hung on the wall near the ceiling. There was another woman she didn’t recognise in the court room this time. She was dressed formally but more like Ms Gale than the solicitors in the room.

There were some people on benches at the very back of the room and as Rosie looked through the glass of the dock and angled her head for a better view, her heart skipped a beat.

Stacey was sat there, looking at her with a very concerned expression on her face. When their eyes met, Rosie could tell she had been crying, but was clearly trying to be brave for her. Stacey smiled and Rosie’s heart skipped. She’s felt a huge rush of gratitude that Stacey had come and then shame when she realised she was dressed the way she was last night and that she had just been handcuffed in front of her friend.

Stacey mouthed the word hello, but just as she did so, Rosie’s attention was grabbed by the man in the court calling “all rise,” before the door opened and the same three magistrates walked in, all holding a set of papers.

The same procedure as before happened and the three people got themselves settled into their seats. The man at the front of the court waited for everyone else to sit down again but just as Rosie was about to sit, the officer gripped her elbow firmly but gently to indicate she should stay standing.

He continued, “Your worships, appearing again before you from the this morning’s list is Rosie Thompson, for sentence in the matters of driving with excess alcohol and no insurance. I believe you have all read the sentencing report?”

“Yes indeed,” replied the lady who was in charge, sitting in the middle.

Rosie’s blood had run cold and she had begun to shake slightly. Her stomach had tied itself into a knot and she knew it was upon on. Here it was, the time had eventually come. Her fate rested with the motherly looking woman looking across at her from the elevated position at the front of the court room.

She glanced down into the court room. “Miss Robinson, I assume you’ve read the report and that you have no further comment?”

The blonde prosecution solicitor stood up “no ma’am, I have read the report and have nothing further to add, unless you need anything else from me?”

The magistrate looked left and right to check with each colleague who both shook their heads.

“No thank you” she replied. As Miss Robinson retook her seat, Rosie glanced at Stacey again. She found her looking directly at her. Stacey had got changed and clearly had had a shower. She looked her usual well kempt self and was wearing an outfit considerably more appropriate than Rosie herself was wearing.

“Mr Ericcson, I assume you’d like to make representation?”

“Your worships, I have read the report,” her solicitor said as he stood up, “I don’t have a lot to add. I would simply observe that my client is a professional who was of previous good character having no convictions to her name before today. I have noted that the report addresses the issue of Miss Thompson’s employment and I would urge the court in reaching an appropriate sentence to address the severity of my client’s offence, to consider that also.

“The purpose of sentence is to punish but also prevent re-offending. I would respectfully suggest that making my client lose her job maybe counter productive to the second point.”

Rosie wasn’t sure he was actually helping. Although he was using words that were perfectly easy to understand, she couldn’t appreciate where this was going. She glanced over at Stacey who was still looking at her and smiling. It was such a comfort to have her sat there with her, even if they were separated by the glass of the dock.

“My client, Miss Thompson would like to express her remorse to the court for a momentary lapse of responsibility that has led her to be before you today.

“It is my respectful submission that this matter does not warrant prison time and rather is ideal for a disposal under the Corporal Punishment Act. A short sharp punishment that will limit the wider implications in relation to her career, but will serve as an unpleasant experience that Miss Thompson will remember in the future and ensure she does not trouble the court again.

“Unless I can be of any further assistance, your worships.” and with that, her solicitor sat down.

Rosie felt incredibly awkward being the only person standing again. She felt as if all eyes were on her and she moved her arms across her front protectively in a natural, unconscious gesture. In practice, no one had actually spared Rosie a second glance. For them this whole case was entirely routine.

There was a slight murmur as the three magistrates whispered with each other, the solicitors were sat working on their laptops, other people were sat in court who Rosie assumed had nothing to do with her. And then the was Stacey who was sat at the back, still looking at Rosie and trying to transmit her concern for her friend.

The lead magistrate cleared her throat to get attention. “Ok. Miss Thompson, pay attention please.”

Rosie turned to her, made eye contact through the glass and nodded to indicate she was listening.

“You are charged with two matters today, both of which have risked public safety, and the court takes this seriously. To balance that slightly, we have noted that you pleaded guilty at the first opportunity.

“We have read the report that has been prepared downstairs and are persuaded by the argument that you are a professional with no previous convictions who has made a silly decision.”

Rosie was hopeful that this meant she was going to be released today. Surely having just said that, they weren’t about to send her to prison.

“That said, you must be bear the burden of that decision. We are minded to go with the recommendation in the report and will not be sending you to prison today.

“The test result of your alcohol test last night is high and as such, as I believe was indicated this morning, this is a level 3 offence which attracts corporal punishment as a sentencing option for us.

Rosie swallowed. She kind of knew this was coming, but that last sentence had still filled her with dread.

“We have noted the report has advised of your reluctantance during the punishment consultation and have decided that we can reduce the severity of corporal punishment by utilising an exposure option, balancing that with the concerns about your career. We have no desire for you to become unemployed as a result of this.”

Oh no! Rosie had just about managed to come to terms with the idea she was going to suffer pain, but she had just about convinced herself that people wouldn’t have to see. She hung her head and began to cry again.

“Therefore, we will make an order entitling you to select punishment in a district of your choice, but you will be punished in a session with some invited witnesses.

“For the offence of driving whilst over the prescribed limit of alcohol you are sentenced to 20 strokes of the cane to your abdomen in a manner prescribed by the secretary of state.”

There was an audible gasp from Stacey at the back of court and Rosie took step back like she had been physically assaulted by the words. But the woman continued.

“This punishment will be conducted at an approved centre with invited witnesses.

“For the offence of driving without insurance you are sentenced to a period of exposure of 1 hour with the addition of your breasts being bound in in a manner prescribed by the secretary of state, to be concurrent with your caning.”

Rosie sat down heavily. Her legs just couldn’t take her weight anymore. What on earth had just happened to her? Her mind was foggy and she couldn’t focus properly. She was aware that the magistrate was still talking but she couldn’t really hear or understand the words.

The officer gripped her elbow and guided her gently but firmly back to her feet. This helped get focus back.

“So Miss Thompson,” the woman continued, noting that Rosie was back with her, “as bail has not been apposed, you have 14 days from today’s date to make a appointment at a punishment centre of your choice. The punishment is to be delivered within 56 days of today’s date. That is 8 weeks.

“I’m aware that this is a lot to take in but I’m also aware you have a solicitor who will explain this to you and your friend will support you once you leave court. Once this sentence is carried out, that will be an end to the matter, other than for your driving licence which will be revoked effective from today for a period of 6 months.

“I would remind you that until you have been to the centre and have received your discharge certificate, you still remain on bail and subject to recall to prison should you fail to comply.

“Go with the officer and you will be released from custody”.

Rosie barely acknowledged as she was gently guided out of the dock. Once the door was closed and they were stood back in the stairwell the officer stopped her. “I’ll give you a minute to collect yourself. A lot just happened there. Sit down here,” she said, as she helped Rosie sit in the floor of the stair landing.

Rosie’s mind was beginning to unfog slightly. A caning on her belly in front of people. That was about as worse as it could have been. And something about her boobs.

She thought about the fact that Stacey was at the court room and was comforted by that but also embarrassed. She was looking forward to seeing her although was still conscious that she needed a shower and must look awful. She’d had almost no sleep and had been crying a lot. What would Stacey think??

A caning to her belly. She couldn’t believe it. That punishment officer had got the nail right on the head. That’s the part of her body that she hates the most and to have her punishment focussed there seemed to be an added bit of cruelty to Rosie.

It was a complex set of emotions swirling around in her head. She was pleased she wasn’t going to prison and pleased she wouldn’t be exposed in front of her students. She was terrified of being caned especially there!! And she was pleased that Stacey was there, but embarrassed because she’d seen her like this.

“Come on then. Let’s get you out of here. Your stuff is downstairs,” the officer said.

“Thank you,” Rosie managed. She got to her feet again and followed the officer down the stairs. At the bottom though, they turned right not left which led back to the cells she had been waiting in. Walking down the stairs without being handcuffed was a fresh relief for Rosie, a reminder that the most simple of things had been robbed from her during her time in custody.

They entered a room with a few officers behind a large desk and wooden benches opposite. “Sit down there. It won’t be long,” the officer said to her. She turned to her colleagues behind the desk, “Rosie Thompson from Court 2.”

The man behind the desk tapped on his computer, “Yep. We’ve got that through already” he replied to the officer and then to Rosie, “Your release order is here from upstairs, step up to the desk please.”

The printer on the desk whirred and paper started spewing out. “Ok,” said the officer as he sorted through the papers and began stapling different sets together. “So, we have your release order, a copy of instructions for you on what you need to do next to book your appointment, a copy of the corporal punishment warrant for your records, a copy of the sentencing report, and a leaflet about being made subject to corporal punishment.”