The following story is fiction about corporal punishment.  The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This story was inspired by the concept of the series “Chronicles of the Red Riders” at https://malespank.net/listSeries.php?show=50770 about the avoidance of a state’s no spanking law by a group on a trip out of state.

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Oldtown was a very conservative little town.  Most men in the town were very unhappy with the new law passed by those ultra liberals that were occupying the state capitol.  The law, in flagrant defiance of the Heavenly Father and of common sense, outlawed the ancient practice of spanking and its variations of minors.  It was absolutely outrageous.  However, part of the conservative creed was to obey the law.

Many in the town were determined to get the obscene law repealed but that would take many years.  They needed a faster way and quickly.  It was Sonny Brockner, the town’s goto guy for extra help, who made the observation that across the state border spanking was still lawful.  As the word spread there was great joy in many houses in town by the older men who were fathers of unruly (Is there another kind?) boys.  It should also be noted that there was great sadness in those same houses by the younger males whose rumps were back in peril.

It was soon evident that several unhappy fathers were making the long trek to the next state to deal with their errant sons each weekend.  Mr. Brockner had another idea.  Rather than make so many trips, they could collectively rent one of the half-size school buses to share the expense.  The school board agreed and by the next weekend five men had booked space for themselves and their sons.  Brockner was delighted as he was the bus driver so got a day’s pay.  He considered it a bonus to witness the spanking.

Arrangements had been made in Safeville on the other side of the border to use the church hall which would provide ample space.  Unfortunately, there was a disaster for an overweight truck damaged the bridge on the road leading to the highway to the planned location from Oldtown.  The necessary detour would add more than an hour each way.  Then one wag recalled that there was an unpaved county road that could be used and was even a shorter route than originally planned.  This suggestion was quickly improved on as they could stop at Walsh’s Picnic Area, which was also a hiking trail head, that was on the way.

The bus started that faithful morning right on time and in less than an hour passed the State Line sign on the county road.  A few minutes later they drove into Walsh’s Picnic Grounds through the back entrance and happily parked at the first possible spot.  As it was the off season, they figured it would do just fine and there were three picnic tables.  It was only after they got off that they noticed a couple of hikers who probably had used the state park trail eating at one of the tables.  The pair had no objections to being witnesses to the upcoming CP.  In fact, they said that it would be fascinating.© YLeeCoyote

The five fathers had all agreed that all the spankings were to be public and all the boys would be required to watch them all.  They started with the youngest lad who was but nine-years-old.  When he was ordered to strip by his father, he immediately started to cry.  His dad was firm and told him to hurry up or there would be extras.  The boy needed help to comply but quickly turned into blubbering mess after only a half dozen spanks on his cute little bottom which turned fiery red.

The second boy was not only two-years-older but a lot braver.  He knew there was not any escape so he quickly stripped and got over his father’s lap almost faster than it takes to tell about it.  He too was soon bawling but would claim that he “took it like a man without crying” to his skeptical siblings.

The thirteen-year-old third boy was the most macho of them all.  Before he stripped he pulled the Garrison belt from his jeans.  Then, rather than getting over his father’s lap, just handed him the belt and bravely bent over the end of the table after dropping his jeans.  His dad was surprised although sometime back the young man had been told that he could switch to being strapped when he felt that being spanked was just for little boys.  He got a hand full of cuts and it was definitely a struggle not to scream.  After it was over his father hugged him and said he was proud of how well he took his first strapping.  The lad was very proud of himself and knew that he had impressed the others especially the teens.

The fourth spankee who did not know how to keep his fifteen-year-old mouth closed was directed to cut a switch from near the stream.  Grumbling, he did so which earned him an extra four cuts.  His tail was almost a solid red from the myriad of cuts he received from his very annoyed and embarrassed father.

The fifth and final youth handed his father the paddle he had been forced to carry from home before bending over for seventeen pops which he took well.  His eyes were most definitely overflowing with tears by the time he was allowed to redress.

The two hikers continued to watch as the group boarded their bus which turned making ruts in the grass to return from whence they came.  They were most happy that the trip was going to be almost two hours shorter than their original plans had called for.  Little did they know that their lives were going take an unexpected turn.

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State Troopers Tenpenny and Mitchell both smiled at each other as they throughly enjoyed the unexpected show.  “The DA is going to have a ball with these perps especially if Judge Bardon gets the case.” said Tenpenny.  What the spanking party had not even suspected was that the two hikers were state troopers in ordinary hiking gear on their days off.

Mitchell absolutely agreed and added “They certainly violated the ‘No Spank Act’.  Probably conspiracy and corruption of minors as well.”

“The Chief is going to love this.” commented Tenpenny as he called their commanding officer in the State Police to report the crime.  The Chief immediately ordered two patrol cars to locate the bus and take all into custody when it reached its destination.  He even had the videos his two off-duty officers had taken shown to the court to get search and arrest warrants issued.

The two hikers stopped at the Trading Post to pay for their use of the private facilities they inquired if the others had paid.  The proprietor was furious for they had not paid and, even worse, damaged his property.  He was certainly going to file a complaint for both and was delighted that the two hiking officers had gathered the evidence he needed as the crime occurred in their state.

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As soon as the bus pulled into the school parking lot several State Police vehicles followed.  All the adults were arrested for violating the No Spanking Act and the minors were searched so that the Child Protection Services’ doctor could inspect their buttocks and document the damage.  The men’s protests that they had been out of state so it was not a crime was laughed at.  “No you were in this state.  The border is along the edge of the road through Walsh’s facility and you were on this side of it.” explained the Sargent in charge.

The evidence was overwhelming.  There were the videos taken by the two State Troopers.  The property office records showed that part of the Walsh facility was in state.  The red glowing bottoms of five boys were prima facie of the spankings.  The conspiracy to evade the law with the bus excursion was proof that the accused knew that the law prohibited the spanking of minors.

The only hope the defendants had was jury nullification but DA said they would go to the State capitol to get an impartial jury that would follow the law.  The lawyers eventually agreed to plea bargain trial before a judge at the county seat on just on the violation of the No Spank law and conspiracy and after Mr. Walsh was compensated.

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Judge Bardon was now the one with the big problem: Considering the evidence and the nolo contendere plea what was the appropriate sentences?  Both jail time and fines would hurt the victims and the families a lot yet there must notable punishment or the law would become a laughing stock.  An assiduous law clerk for the Judge found a solution in old laws that had just been forgotten and thus had escaped repeal.

When the Judge was reminded of the old law, he was delighted to have such an option for they authorized public corporal punishment as an alternative to jail time and fines.  He thought that it was ironic.  The necessary equipment was in state store houses and was requisitioned.

The judge’s sentencing statement went on for many pages but it all boiled down to the following: “Each defendant shall serve three hours in a pillory in the town square and receive twenty cuts from a standard prison strap.”  There were a few technical details but they were for the Department of Corrections (DC) to worry about.

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A few days later the notice appeared in the local paper and pasted to town notice board.  “Public Corporal Punishment on market day in the town square.  Six convicts shall be in the pillories and shall be strapped between 8 AM and 3 PM.”  There was also the list of convicts and that there would be two sessions.

On Thursday, the DC setup three portable pillories in the square along with the notice.  There was a constant stream of town’s people, especially of boys, to inspect the devices.  Many teen boys managed to get up early to watch the proceedings from the very start as the first three convicts were locked into the pillories as the town clock struck eight that weekend market day morning.

At nine three men dressed in black with hoods appeared.  One was holding the fearsome prison strap – a heavy piece of leather a half fathom long and a hand wide – as specified in the old law.

The crowd gasped as the pants of the men were lowered and the officer with the strap found his position for the first cut.  The strap was raised and brought down as prescribed by the law for the first time.  There was a scream.  The man’s rear immediately started to turn red.  This was repeated nineteen times.  The man’s rear was left bruised, swollen and of many hews.  His voice was raspy from his shouting.

The man with the strap moved to the next prisoner and again preformed his duty diligently with identical results.  The third man was not kept waiting more than a few seconds for his equally painful strapping.

At eleven the pillories were unlocked and the three quickly pulled up their pants and were helped away by their families.  Starting at noon the other three convicts were locked into place and everything was repeated.

By three in the afternoon the pillories were back on the truck to be returned to storage and the DC men were gone.  All looked normal but there was some subtle and some not so subtle changes in the attitudes throughout the town.  CP was a topic of discussion at many dinner tables for days.  That week six men missed several days work apiece.

The End

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