Tuesday, October 22, 2013

After the Rapture, Part 1

© Guyspencer 2013

                                                               After the Rapture, Part 1

AUTHOR NOTE: Through the ages, mankind has had difficulty interpreting the Bible.  In particular, various religious scholars have calculated many dates predicting the rapture, the predicted mass assent of believers up into heaven.  A quick research of popular literature yields at least a dozen widely-publicized specific dates.  Most recently the radio evangelist Harold Camping predicted the big day would be on September 6, 1994.  When that date disappointed, he changed his estimate to October 21, 2011–oops!  We now know that all previous dates were wrong, because the actual rapture happened early on the Sunday morning of August 5, 2029. 

Harvey Simmons was truly bummed.  It all started when he woke up at 3 AM to find his wife gone.  He thought at first that she must have simply made a bathroom trip.  But she never returned.  Finally, he got up, switched on the lights, and searched the house.  She was gone!  The car was still in the drive, so she couldn’t be far.  First he walked around the block.  He didn’t find her, but he ran into other similarly confused folks who were wandering around looking for vanished family members.  Back home, he found her pajamas laid out under the blanket as if she had simply evaporated from inside them.  He began to fear the worst!  Could it really be?  Could it be the rapture?  If so, then it appeared that Susan had been taken, but not him!

Then things got stranger.

He tried calling the police department to report her missing, but only got a busy signal.  By now, it was almost time for him to start preparing for work.   As the Pastor of a medium sized church, Sunday was always a work day for Harvey.

On the drive to church, Harvey noticed several cars stopped in the street, causing minor traffic jams.  He peeked in one and found the key in the ignition, the engine still running, but no driver in sight. 

And then things got worse. 

He unlocked the doors of the church and waited for his flock to arrive.  By the normal time for morning service, only a few had showed up.  By now, it was clear to Harvey what had happened.  It truly was the rapture!  The problem was, Harvey hadn’t made the cut, and neither had these few folks who showed up for church.  Pleading an emergency, Harvey canceled the day’s church service and sent everybody home, something he had never done before.

Harvey felt sick!  When the rest of his flock realized that the rapture had occurred, leaving not only them but their Pastor, they would certainly wonder why.  He was the person who was supposed to have served as an example to them, yet he had been left behind with the rest of the sinners.  How could he ever face them again?

Harvey was a good man, but a very imperfect man.  He was modest and humble as befits a man of God, but in his heart Harvey knew why he was still here in earth.  He had been secretly and guiltily stealing from the collection plate for the last several years.

Downhearted and disgraced, Harvey locked up his church, never to return.

By Monday morning, the world was finally starting to comprehend the enormity of what had happened, and was starting to figure out who was gone and who was left behind.  The folks left behind were pretty much the ones you would guess!  Yes, many were folks that humanity could well do without! 

Monday morning found the world’s capitals still full of elected politicians and lawyers, although hired public servants represented a more mixed bag.  Used car lots were still full of salespeople, and most rich people were still present.  The prisons were still mostly full.  There were still plenty of wrecker drivers left to swoop down on those thousands of abandoned cars.  Little did they know that their owners would never return to pay the ransom on their vehicles.  

On the whole, the clergy didn’t fare well.  Following the rapture, well over half were still here!  In particular the rich and famous clergy were still well represented here on earth.  Harvey knew why he had been left behind, and was humble enough to be ashamed and contrite.  But others offered more self-serving explanations for their continued presence, usually claiming that God had left them behind specifically to guide humanity through the “tribulation” period.  Certain of those scoundrels even claimed that the only remaining path to heaven was through them!  

It was trivial to count who was left behind, but harder to appreciate who had disappeared, because many of those were folks you would never notice anyhow.  Those taken in the rapture were mostly humble people, people you’ve likely never heard of, people who quietly did their jobs and then went home to their families.  They were people you would cherish had you been lucky enough to know them whilst they were here on earth.  In short, they were the salt of the earth.  That’s why they were gone!


Mary Blackburn slept until nearly noon that Sunday.  Slightly hung over from a long night on the town, she showered, put on a fresh pair of pajamas, and spent the afternoon on the couch enjoying a book.  That evening she turned on the television for a bit, but was irritated by the news, which kept focusing on a strange outbreak of missing persons.  Missing persons had nothing to do with her, so Mary turned off the TV, made herself a simple supper, and then spent Sunday evening curled up with her book.

An attractive woman in her mid-twenties, Mary still lived alone.  Mary had a body that attracted men like ants are attracted to a picnic, yet somehow she hadn’t managed a long term relationship.  She would tell you that she just hadn’t yet met the right man, but actually her stubbornness had much to do with it.  A college graduate, Mary had a good job in the financial district and an active social life.  Active and social as she appeared, Mary still lived a lonely life. 

Mary always liked to dress sharp, but when away from her job she particularly liked to dress in a way that showed off her God-given anatomical assets.  She could often be seen jogging around her neighborhood wearing little more than brief shorts and an equally brief halter.

Thanks to Mary’s solitary Sunday at home, it was Monday before she figured out that something truly big had happened.  Still, being the stubborn person she was, her human response to the worldwide tumult was to ignore it and carry on with her private life as if nothing had happened.


Following the rapture of a large part of the world’s population, you would expect world chaos, but that’s not exactly what happened. 

First, after seeing this worldwide miracle, there were few unbelievers left in the world.  A new, rather optimistic eschatology soon emerged.  The theory was that those taken on August 5 represented only God’s “first cut” to populate heaven for eternity.  Judgement Day was still somewhere in the future, so there was still time for a person to change his or her ways and therefore be redeemed sufficiently to make it into heaven. 

There was wide disagreement as to when Judgement Day might happen.  Some said it could be as early as seven years, but others argued that a thousand years was more likely.  Everyone agreed that it would happen without notice, and that everybody needed to be ready if they wanted any chance of going to heaven. 

Therefore the world was suddenly filled with people competing to be godlier and more devout than anyone else!  Hence, much of humanity was suddenly trying to live by the ten commandments.  Crime didn’t disappear, but it was greatly reduced.         

Oh naturally there were changes, big changes!  Government still existed, but had to quickly shrink because there were fewer people to pay taxes.  The same was true for corporations, businesses and many other forms of human endeavor.

Most devastated was local government.  Tax collections plummeted, and millions of vital workers and first responders were simply gone.  Police departments only had the resources to deal with the most serious of crimes.  They had no time to deal with such things as petty crimes, lost property and traffic infractions.  Fire departments operated on skeleton crews and had no time for any tasks beyond basic fire protection.  The rest of local government was barely able to collect trash and keep the sewer plants running. 

At first, many things simply didn’t get done, but increasingly concerned citizens “stepped up to the plate” to take over the things that established government simply could no longer do.  For example, misdemeanors, petty crime, code infractions and traffic infractions were now dealt with by a network of “Christian Guard” organizations that popped up in almost every county.  It’s easy to imagine what these “Guard’ organizations were like, just imagine part condo board, and part Christian Taliban!    

With leadership and staff consisting mostly of retired volunteers, but financed by fines and limited taxation powers, these organizations became ubiquitous throughout the civilized world, usually operating at the county level. 

Naturally these amateur enforcement organizations had some false starts and some rather terrible excesses at first, but all that was quickly ironed out.  In the USA, a  new federal law was quickly passed that had the double-edged effect of legitimizing Christian Guard-style organizations, while limiting their powers.  Typically, the Christian Guards raised a police-style force of semi-trained volunteers, and operated their own court system that dealt mostly with routine and petty legal matters.  These courts, usually operated as tribunals, had the power to fine, to impose “public shaming” style punishments, to impose reasonable corporal punishments, or to impose a jail term up to 30 days.  Christian Guard organizations were literally a law unto themselves.  They had the power to make new regulations, and to interpret and enforce them.  Therefore no lawyers were allowed inside Christian Guard courts (except as defendants).  This great power was balanced by the citizens themselves, who periodically got to vote for (or against) their organization’s leaders.  The tribunal system (3 judges) limited excesses because any defendant was innocent unless all three justices agreed to his or her guilt.  Also, all punishments had to be agreed on by all three justices.  This procedure had a huge moderating effect on the punishments doled out by the tribunals. 

Naturally, the Christian Guards couldn’t resist the temptation to attempt to legislate sin out of existence.  New regulations quickly outlawed strip clubs, massage parlors and other “sin” establishments.  They instituted new dress codes, particularly for females.  Some organizations even tried to outlaw alcohol, but that was less successful!

At first, life was difficult for Harvey.  When he lost his congregation, he lost much of his reason for living.  Also, he missed his wife in every way that you could expect a man to miss a woman.  When he went to bed at night, he found it quite impossible to keep his thoughts pure.  He felt guilty about the things he did under the sheets, but hoped that the lord would forgive him because his randy thoughts were (at least at first) strictly of his wife.

Money was a problem, but he had friends who helped by finding him temporary employment.  Finally though, a few paying jobs became available at the courthouse, which was now operated by the Christian Guard.  Harvey applied, thinking that perhaps he could land a janitorial job.  However, when the leaders saw his Ministry Degree and realized how known and respected he was in the community, they floored him by offering him a position as a Tribunal Justice!  At first he demurred, but then he rethought.  On reflection, he saw a way for him to redeem himself by being a force for good in the community.  But not in the way you might think!  

Frankly, the idea of having religious organizations involved in governance worried Harvey, although he dared not say so lest he be branded a heretic.  Through the ages, religious governments have been far more known for their excesses and their fanaticism than for their benevolence.  Harvey decided to accept the prestigious and powerful position of Justice, but he secretly vowed to be a force for moderation.     

And so Harvey Simmons became Justice Simmons.  He donned a black robe, took his place with two other Justices at the head of the courtroom, and became a genuine pillar of the community.


Harvey Simmons and Mary Blackburn first met in the courtroom.  Mary was a defendant, and it had been Harvey’s clear duty to find her guilty of violating the Public Modesty Act. 

Naturally, the court session started with a prayer.  All stood while one of the Justices intoned a plea for the wisdom to separate the guilty from the innocent and for the firmness necessary to help the Tribunal lead the guilty back to the path of righteousness.   Finally the prayer was over and all sat down.  Court was in session!

Mary happened to have been the first defendant to be judged that day.  As is typical of her, she had failed to change her ways when the Modesty Act’s dress regulations came into effect.  Inevitably, she had been caught and cited by a Christian Guard patrol person.   Oh yes, she had bought a few long dresses that conformed to the new dress code regulations, but that was partially because they were now in style.  She had foolishly assumed that her jogging outfit would be tolerated.  “After all” she had told the Tribunal, “it shows no more skin than a bathing suit at the beach”.  The gentlemen of the  Tribunal were quick to remind her that her neighborhood was no beach.  Besides, even bathing suits were now regulated.  Two-piece suits were a thing of the past!  

The Tribunal first accessed a fine against Mary, and then sat back to consider her “real” punishment.  Two of the Justices thought that Mary deserved at least a severity five spanking, but in his usual (to them) frustrating manner, Justice Simmons held out for less.  He felt that besides the fine, a stern warning should be sufficient.  As required by the court’s procedure that required a unanimous vote of the Tribunal, the lesser punishment ended up being imposed, but the other two justices insisted that Mary should be required to witness any spankings that might be given that morning. And so it was decided, Mary would remain in the courtroom until the end of the morning session and then would be released, but would hopefully be wiser for the experience.

Mary had been dressed exactly like the other defendants, in an itchy burlap shift.  A matron had escorted her and the other female defendants to an improvised lady’s locker room where she had been made to strip naked.  Then she was given a sackcloth shift and cloth slippers to wear into the courtroom.  Simultaneously, a similar scene played out in the male locker room.

The courtroom had about 100 seats facing the Tribunal, most filled with gawkers.   The front row was reserved for the defendants.  The defendants were led into the courtroom and shown to their seats.  Sitting in their itchy shifts without the benefit of underwear, they all fidgeted.  Besides being appropriately biblical, the sackcloth made all defendants appear similar to the Tribunal, regardless of their station in life.  The outfit also served to put the defendants into a properly humble mood.

After her judgement, Mary had no choice except to reclaim her seat and watch the proceedings.  The Tribunal acted quickly and decisively, taking no more than five minutes with each defendant.  Still, Mary had to admit that the Tribunal tried to be fair.  Two defendants were found innocent and were immediately released.  Another had a good excuse for his actions and so was only fined and released. 

Two were found guilty and singled out for corporal punishment.  One young man was there to answer for his second traffic infraction.  He was fined and then sentenced to an in-court spanking, severity five.  The remaining lady, Brenda Hobson, was less fortunate.  Found guilty of theft, she gasped as the Tribunal sentenced her to a severity eight spanking followed by two hours of public shaming.

As she watched all this happen, Mary noticed one of the Justices eyeing her.  She knew that even burlap couldn’t hide her ripe curves, and so correctly guessed the motive for the man’s interest. She might have been more upset at the stare, but the man watching her was the same Justice who had saved her from corporal punishment.  She caught his eye, and was mildly charmed when he blushed and looked away.

Then the Tribunal session moved to the punishment phase!    

They summoned the two defendants to be punished to stand before the Tribunal.  The oldest looking Justice addressed the crowd, “We are about administer corporal punishment to these two defendants.  Any minors should immediately leave the courtroom.  We minimize nudity, but accidents happen.  If that would offend you, I suggest you leave the room.”  He looked carefully around the courtroom.  Nobody moved, few people even seemed to be breathing!

He addressed the two defendants, “This will be embarrassing and it will certainly hurt, but you won’t suffer permanent injury.  We tolerate normal involuntary squirming and kicking during your chastisement.  However, if you are unable or unwilling to basically cooperate with your punishment, you must request restraints.  Also, you may make all the noise you wish while you are being chastised, but you may not swear nor take the name of the Lord in vain.  If you wish, you may request a gag.  Do I hear any requests?” 

He looked expectantly and the defendants.  Except for Brenda’s slight sob and sniffling, neither had anything to say.

As this was happening, the bailiff slid a sturdy armless chair into the open area behind the two defendants.  Brandishing a Lexan paddle, he sat down facing the crowd.  A matron set up a flimsy “modesty panel” in front of the chair.  Set up on a small tripod, the panel was just large enough to cover the area over the spanker’s lap and a bit to the sides .  The crowd would know exactly what was happening, but would see little actual flesh.

The Justice pointed at Mary, “Miss. Blackburn, you will stand where you have a direct view of the punishments.  Remember that this is the punishment you can expect should you ever offend again!”  Shakily, Mary stood and unwillingly moved towards the front if the courtroom.

Next he addressed the man, “You will be first.  Go stand to the right of the bailiff and then follow his orders.        

Woodenly and reluctantly, the man obeyed.  The bailiff pointed him to a spot next to his right hip, and then ordered, “Raise your shift high, almost to your armpits.”  He gaped for a moment, but then obeyed.

Mary did indeed have a good view!  She felt an unexpected frisson of excitement when she noticed that the man was both well endowed, and mostly erect!  The bailiff seemed to neither care nor notice, but simply ordered him into position.

Without further ceremony, the spanking started.  Almost immediately, the man was reduced to tears as Mary watched his squirming and bouncing buttocks and thighs turn livid red under the onslaught of the paddle.  He struggled, but the tough, experienced bailiff easily controlled him.  The bailiff didn’t prolong it, so it was over in less than five minutes.  By then the poor man was shrieking from pain and desperation.  The spanking over, the bailiff encouraged the distraught and livid-bottomed man to his feet.  Before gravity had its way with his shift, Mary noted that there was no sign of the man’s previous tumescence.  Tears running down his face, he danced a bit and ruefully rubbed his bottom through the coarse burlap of his shift.

The thief, Brenda Hobson, had also been given a direct view of what was soon to happen to her own bottom.  She watched horrified, her knees quickly turning to rubber.

The bailiff stood so the matron could take the spanking chair.  The Justice pointed to Brenda, “Ms. Hobson, you’re next.  Go stand next to the matron and obey her orders.”  Frozen, Brenda just stood, open mouthed.  Gently, the bailiff took her arm and led her to the spanking chair.  “Gather the hem of your shift and raise it to your breasts,” the matron ordered in a businesslike voice.  The courtroom went dead quiet, everybody waited to see if she would obey.  Finally, stiffly and slowly, Brenda reached for her hem and raised it high.  “Higher,” the matron urged, “I need it nice and high front and back so that it’s totally out of the way.”  With a frustrated sob, Brenda lifted higher.  The bottom of her breasts came into view.  Looking lower, Mary could tell that Brenda was a natural blond.

Finally satisfied, the matron urged Brenda across her lap and adjusted her position slightly.  As before, the spanking started quickly.  The lady used that Lexan paddle with devastating effect.  Brenda kicked and bellowed as the first angry paddle marks appeared on her nether mounds.  It was quickly apparent that the matron spanked every bit as hard as the bailiff!  As the spanking continued, Brenda bawled, squalled and even screeched as the sting continued to build in her nether regions.  Her hand shot back to protect her bottom.  The matron didn’t react quickly enough, so Brenda received a nasty rap on the knuckles of that errant hand.

At one point, Brenda managed to stall her spanking by curling her legs tightly against her bottom.  At a nod from the matron, the bailiff stepped forward to gently but firmly grasp the thief’s legs.   He pulled them out straight, and then took the opportunity to spread them wide apart to expose virgin, unspanked inner thigh for attention.  With a quick nod of thanks, the matron went back to work.

Oddly, or perhaps not oddly at all, neither the matron nor the bailiff appeared to receive any particular enjoyment from this part of their job.  They both were competent and thorough spankers, but they did their jobs with all the emotion of a cabby picking up a routine fare.  In fact, while he was holding Brenda’s legs apart, the bailiff seemed to take no notice of the unique gynecological view before his eyes.  Mary wondered if the bailiff was married.  Would a similar intimate view of his wife still excite him?

Having been sentenced to a spanking of higher severity, Brenda’s spanking continued much longer that the man’s had.   By the time it was over, all the fight had been spanked out of poor Brenda.  She also wouldn’t sit comfortably for a few days.  The matron helped Brenda to her shaky feet and held her firmly by the arm.  Her punishment wasn’t quite over.

The Bailiff called for all in the courtroom to stand.  After a final word of warning aimed at Mary, the three Justices stood and regally filed out of the room.


The matron escorted Mary and Brenda back to the female locker room, where Mary was allowed to dress, but Brenda was made to change into a different shift. 

Her new shift, a “display shift” was exactly like the old one, except it had a large window cut in the rear so that her spanked bottom would show.  The matron used a large magic marker and a square of cardboard to make a sign to hang from Brenda’s neck on a string.  It said, “Brenda Hobson, THIEF”.  Then the sobbing lady was led to the courthouse steps where she was handcuffed to the porch railing for her two hours of “public shaming”. 

Moments later Mary walked out of the courthouse and walked past Brenda Hobson with barely a sideways glance.  Mary was a free, unspanked, yet hopefully smarter lady.

But did she truly learn?    

To Part 2 >>>>

© Guyspencer 2013

After the Rapture, Part 2

© Guyspencer 2013
                                                             After the Rapture, Part 2

With a big grin on her face, and feeling a new Godliness in her heart, Mildred Oldbody climbed up into the bus from the bus stop in front of the Christian Guard headquarters (formerly the police department).  Mildred was as happy as a 70-year-old lady could be.  She had just completed her 40 hours of Christian Guard training.  In a simple ceremony, she had just been awarded her badge, the cherished symbol of her new status.  She was now a patrol person.  She didn’t qualify for a gun, but she had two things that were just as good; a brand new citation book and an official digital camera for documenting violations to serve as court evidence.  

Squat and grey-haired, Mildred had been at loose ends since her precious husband George was taken in the rapture.  Oh yes, she knew why she was still here!  In the first years of her marriage, she had cheated on George but hadn’t confessed or sought forgiveness.  Since the rapture, she had done everything possible to atone for her sin and to live a Christian life.  Now she planned to dedicate her remaining years to the Christian Guard.  The prospect of again being useful to society truly invigorated the old bat.  

The best seats were full, so Mildred was forced to settle for one of those “sideways” seats at the front of the bus.  It was two or three stops later before she noticed the young lady sitting in the other “sideways” seat facing her.  She immediately noticed two bare knees shining back at her, an obvious dress code violation.  Lady’s hemlines were now allowed no higher than mid-calf.  Although technically a sworn-in Christian Guard patrol officer, Mildred still had her field training to go.  She would be paired with experienced officers for several weeks before being allowed to work alone.  As such, she wasn’t yet encouraged to seek out violators.  Remembering this, Mildred resolved to ignore the bare knees.
All was OK until that young hussy relaxed and seemed to drift off a bit.  Her legs opened up revealing a shocking view of her panty-covered crotch!  That was too much for Mildred!  This went way beyond a simple dress code violation.  Oh yes!  This was a core violation of the Public Modesty Act.   She whipped her camera from her purse.  As she had been trained, she first took a wide angle context shot to establish the violation, and then a close-up head shot to prove the violator’s identity.  Mildred went one further and took another closeup that was sure to grab the Justice’s attention.  It was a closeup of the offending exposed female underwear, complete with a few stray pubic hairs poking around the edges.

At the next stop, she quickly moved across the bus to confront the violator.  “Close your legs,” she hissed in the young lady’s ear as she flashed her shiny new badge, “and show me your identification.”  Mary Blackburn suddenly popped fully awake.  Obediently her legs snapped shut.  She started to reach for her purse to produce her identification, then suddenly stopped to access her chances of escape.  “Don’t even think about it,” Mildred said firmly when she saw Mary’s shifty look, “unless you wish to add Resisting Arrest to your charges.  I’ve got your face right here on camera, so establishing your identity would be trivial”. 

Mary sighed and produced her identity card.  “Please, give me a break,” she whined, “I sort of accidentally had another violation a few months ago.  Another one would really get me in trouble.” 
Mildred usually spoke with more candor; “I’m truly sorry lady.  I’d like to help you but I’m allowed no flexibility in this matter.  I must write you up.”

Sick at heart, Mary watched Mildred fill out the dreaded citation form.  Sadly, she thought of the courtroom and the punishments the Justices dole out.  Remembering the spankings, her buttocks scrunched under her.  Mildred hummed the melody to “The Old Rugged Cross”as she wrote.  Finally done, she made Mary sign on the line marked “Defendant”. 

She handed Mary her copy of the form saying “God bless you Miss Blackburn and praise the Lord!  You’ll thank me for this when we meet in heaven.  The Christian Guard is here to help you stay on the path of righteousness!”   

Numbly, and ignoring Mildred’s false piousness, Mary accepted her copy of the citation and went home to await her summons to appear before the Christian Guard Tribunal.    


Life went on for Justice Harvey Simmons.

In the courtroom Harvey played a careful game.  He tried to be a moderating influence to his fellow Justices without seeming so strident that he became a problem to them.  If he were seen as a problem, he could quickly be replaced!  All in all, he felt like he was truly a force for good.  He was doing all he could under the circumstances.

As the months stretched out, he thought less and less of his wife, Susan.  There were many people in his same situation, those who had lost their spouse in the Rapture.  Susan hadn’t died, so there was no body, but she had been “taken by the Lord” which was much the same thing.  Finally the Christian Guard created a way for those people to document their status, and ultimately be declared single.  Because of his position, Harvey Simmons was among the first to win such a declaration.  He felt guilty, but he got over it.  It seemed a bit like a betrayal of the woman he had loved, but Harvey needed to get on with his life.
Only then did he finally allow himself thoughts of other women, although he was careful to lust over only unmarried women.  Naturally, the female flesh he regularly saw being spanked in his courtroom kept him aroused.  More than once he had been thankful for the loose robe he wore, because it hid the physical evidence of his prurient interest.  One particular female defendant stuck in his mind, and he hadn’t even seen her body!  It was Mary Blackburn.  At first, he told himself that he wasn’t interested in her body, it’s just that she seemed to be someone he could help.  Perhaps he could help her see the light!  However, late at night, under the sheets, it was her body that he pictured.      


The summons came quickly.  Two weeks later, Mary found herself climbing the steps to the courthouse.  As she did, she looked at the railings on the porch and wondered if she would be handcuffed there for public shame before the day was over.

They put her through the familiar routine.  All too soon, she was naked underneath that hated burlap shift and being led into the courtroom along with the other defendants.  With that coarse material against her otherwise bare backside, sitting on the hard courtroom chair was torture, even though she hadn’t been spanked yet!

Soon the bailiff called for all to stand as the three Justices solemnly trooped into the courtroom.  After the usual prayer for wisdom and guidance, everybody sat.  Two of the Justices were the same as before, including that Justice who had seemed to notice her before.  He did a classic “double take” when he saw her.  She groaned inwardly.  He had given her a break before and warned her what would happen if she ever again offended.  Now she was really in for it!

The business of the court started.  Mary grew increasingly nervous as other defendants were called.  As usual, the Justices decided the cases quickly but fairly.  Two defendants were actually found not guilty, and two others presented stories creative enough to get them off with a warning.  The defendant just before her drew 30 days of jail time for fraud, and was immediately taken away to his fate.  Then it was Mary’s turn!

She stood before the Tribunal as they studied the evidence photos that Mildred Oldbody had taken.  The Justices buzzed between themselves.  Finally the three looked up at her.  One Justice spoke, “Miss. Blackburn, you are charged with a gross violation of the Public Modesty Act.  The photographic evidence against you appears quite definitive.  However, we wish to hear your side of the story.”

Mary pleaded her case:  All of her long dresses had needed washing that day, so she had been forced to wear a shorter one that morning.  The underwear exposure wasn’t intentional.  She had just drifted off to sleep for an unguarded moment and her legs must have parted.  She was very sorry!

As she talked, her excuses seemed increasingly lame to her.  From the looks on the Justice’s faces, they weren’t impressed either.  It had taken her less than a minute to say all that she had to say.  With trepidation, she awaited their verdict.  It wasn’t long in coming!

The center Justice looked right and left at his colleagues.  He received two nods.  “Mary Blackburn,” the Justice intoned, “This Tribunal finds you guilty of violating the Public Modesty Act.  I note that this is your second offense.  We will now decide your sentence”

They huddled for a moment.  Mary could see that there was some disagreement, but they quickly settled it.  The Justice who had seemed to notice her finally spoke.  He spoke kindly but firmly, “Miss Blackburn, you are a lucky lady.  In light of your previous conviction, two of us voted to sentence you to a severity eight spanking, plus public shaming.  However, considering that your underwear display may have been accidental, you will only receive a severity five spanking plus three hours of public shaming time.” 

On being sentenced to a spanking, Mary felt her knees go weak and her mouth get dry.

The Justice continued, “Because of your previous conviction, we are taking the unusual step of adding a recommendation to your file that you receive jail time for any subsequent convictions of the Public Modesty Act.  I assure you, our jail is a place that you don’t want to go.  Mary Blackburn, you may take a seat until we come to the punishment phase of this session.  Savor your last few minutes without a sore bottom.” 

With fresh tears welling up in her eyes, Mary somehow found her seat.             

All too soon, the adjudications were over and Mary again stood before the Justices for the punishment phase of the session.  Next to her stood a man who had been convicted of public drunkenness and sentenced to a severity seven spanking.  She heard the bailiff moving furniture behind her as a Justice intoned the now-familiar pre-spanking instructions.  Neither of them accepted the offer of restraints or a gag.  Mary’s knees grew weak and she broke out into a sweat when she was told to go first!

Reluctantly, she turned around to find that the spanking chair and the modesty panel had been moved into place behind her.  Brandishing the paddle, the matron pointed Mary to a spot right next to the chair and then purposely sat down.  Time seemed to drag and distort for Mary.  Her vision was blurry.  Even the matron’s voice seemed distorted, like a record that was turning too slowly.  Her mind trying to cope, Mary finally moved to the appointed spot and then reached down to gather the hem of her rough shift.  She lifted it up...up.  Her knees came into view, then her bottom, round hips and groin, and then finally her flat belly.  As she lifted her shift, her sweaty palms made barely noticeable damp spots on the rough burlap. 

As she exposed herself, Mary became acutely aware of the modesty panel.  She suddenly realized what a cunning device it was.  It strategically obscured the middle portion of her anatomy from the direct gaze of dozens of spectators.  In order to stay behind the tiny panel, Mary was effectively forced to cooperate with her punishment.  Her knees were right up against the matron’s right hip.  If she were to shy away, she would expose herself to the audience.  She also realized that any excess kicking or thrashing could easily kick that flimsy stand over, giving everybody a show!

Predictably, the matron wasn’t happy with how high Mary had raised her hem, “Higher, I need it totally out of the way!”

With an angry sob, Mary gathered the hem a bit tighter and then lifted it until the lower orbs of her breasts came into view.  Of course, from their angle the Justices had a full view of the action.  In particular, she could feel the gaze of that one “special” Justice wash over her body like a hot breath.  She turned to look at him.  Oh yes, he was watching!  But he looked slightly saddened, certainly not excited or aroused.  When they locked eyes, he blushed.


Watching from the Justice’s bench, Harvey tried to psychoanalyze himself.   What was it about this woman that so interested him?  Because of his unique duties, female flesh was almost a daily sight for him.  So the simple sight of a nearly naked female body had long lost its impact for him.  But that didn’t mean that Harvey wasn’t lonely, and it certainly didn’t mean that he didn’t crave female companionship.  There was something about this particular woman that attracted him.  He wanted to believe that it wasn’t lust.  He told himself that he simply wanted to save this woman, to instruct her how to live in this new religious society so that she stayed out of trouble, to help her stay on the path of righteousness.  But it was much more than that!  Poor Harvey was lovesick.

He looked down at her file.  It would be so easy for him to steal her address and phone number.  He could call her later.  Perhaps they could get together...

No!  Somehow, for reasons that Harvey couldn’t articulate, that felt unethical, even creepy.

He watched sadly has Mary’s round bottom rippled, flattened, bounced and colored under the matron’s first few paddle strokes.  The poor woman shrieked, kicked and begged for respite that wouldn’t come.


Mary didn’t take her spanking well.  She couldn’t believe how much it hurt.  Surely there must be some mistake!  If she only had a moment’s break from that relentless paddle perhaps she could brave the rest of her punishment.  She tried to get that simple concept across to the matron, “Ouch, Wait!, No!, Just a minute! Please!, That hurts too much!, Owwwwwww!, Eeeeek!, Owie!”  Somehow she just couldn’t make the matron understand!  That dense lady just kept on swinging that wicked paddle.  Mary dissolved into tears, shrieks and even screams until exhausted, she simply laid limp to absorb the last few swats.

Many of the spectators were regulars, but they all watched with rapt attention.  Oh they were denied a view of Mary’s thrashing and coloring bottom, but they could see her bare legs kicking out from one side of the modesty panel, and her struggling torso on the other side.  They also could see the swing of the paddle through most of its arc.  They also could clearly hear the sound of thick Lexan impacting firm female buttflesh, and hear Mary’s shrill reaction.  Publicly they would enthuse about “God’s work being done”, but privately they might admit that this was “the best damn show in town”.    

Near the middle of her spanking, Mary’s kicking must have been a bit much, because she had felt somebody gently restrain her feet.  It must have been the Bailiff, but she never knew for sure.  She realized later that he hadn’t held her feet apart to open her thighs as she had seen him do to another lady at Mary’s first court appearance.  Probably that was because that lady had received a severity eight spanking, but Mary was “only” suffering a “fiver”.

Mary hadn’t even realized that her punishment was over when she became aware that the matron was urging her to her feet.  Sniffling and blubbering, Mary staggered on wobbly legs.  She felt the bailiff take her arm to steady her.  Her shift automatically slid down to restore her modesty.  Without thinking, she reached back to rub her throbbing bottom.  The rough burlap of her shift simply made matters worse.  Having seen the same happen hundreds of times, the bailiff simply shook his head.  He escorted her to her seat and whispered, “Sorry, you must sit now.” 

Quickly, Mary understood why the bailiff had apologized.  The combination of her freshly spanked bottom, the rough burlap, and that hard seat was excruciating!  Mary sat and blubbered quietly, barely noticing as the man who had been convicted of public drunkenness suffered a terrible spanking not five feet from where she sat.

Finally everybody stood as the Tribunal session ended and the three Justices filed out of the room.  The matron took Mary by the arm and escorted her back to the locker room, “You have three hours of public shaming ahead of you Miss Blackburn, so let’s get you ready.”

In the locker room the matron took Mary’s shift, leaving her temporarily naked.  Freed from the rough fabric, Mary took the opportunity to finally give her bottom a good rub.  Rather than give Mary a “display” shift with a window cut in the back to show off her spanked bottom, the matron insisted that Mary don her bra and panties.  She explained, “You wanted to show off your undies, so now you get the chance.”

Dressed only in bra, panties, and cloth slippers, and wearing a sign that said “Public Modesty Act Violator, Mary Blackburn”, poor Mary was marched out to the courtroom steps and then handcuffed to the railing.  The man who had been punished for public drunkenness was already handcuffed to the opposite railing.  The glum man was wearing a “display” shift to show off his spanked bottom, along with an appropriate sign hanging from his neck.

At first, Mary thought that she might get away without publicly displaying her own spanked bottom, but it wasn’t to be!  The matron delicately grabbed the elastic at the rear of Mary’s panties and pulled down, leaving her spanked cheeks exposed.

With a word to the Christian Guard officer who had been assigned to supervise the prisoners, the matron left, leaving Mary to serve her three hours of public shame.  That Guard officer, a grey-haired little old lady, seemed strangely familiar at first, but then Mary’s face turned red when the penny dropped.  Yes!  In a frustrating coincidence, it was the lady who had “written her up”,   Mildred Oldbody!  Although she secretly relished the situation, Mildred presented her most professional face.  She made sure that the “Public Shaming” rules were strictly followed.  Onlookers were encouraged to come close, but they weren’t allowed to touch the shamees.   Still there was nothing to prevent them from taunting and lecturing Mary and the other man.  Some, thinking it might help their case on Judgment Day, even read her appropriate scriptures in the hope of “saving her soul.”  Oddly, Mary was even forced to pose with her back to the crowd so that folks could have their pictures taken next to her bare red bottom!   
The irony that Mary was being punished for her small and accidental public display of underwear by being forced into an incredibly more public show of skin and undies seemed lost on everybody but Mary.  Something dangerous snapped inside her psyche.  Mary didn’t know how yet, but she was determined to beat the system.  A minor rebel had been born! 

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After the Rapture, Part 3

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                                                             After the Rapture, Part 3

Following her punishment, life returned to normal for Mary Blackburn.  She lived alone, took the bus to her job, and occasionally partied with friends.  Still, none of those friends were close.  Appearances can deceive.  On the surface Mary appeared to be a happy and social person.  But you would have needed to really know her to understand that inside that shell lived a lonely person.  The trouble was, nobody really knew Mary.

Mary had lost her most important outlet, she no longer enjoyed jogging.  Oh yes, she had tried doing it the Christian Guard way, but jogging just wasn’t the same when one is dressed from head to toe.  Even sweat suits were discouraged for women, as were all trousers.  Ladies were supposed to wear long skirts or dresses.  The best she managed was sweat pants worn under a light skirt.  Still, jogging just wasn’t the same!  First of all, that outfit was just too hot for summer, and she missed that special feeling of air rushing by her bare skin.  Besides, the long skirt kept getting tangled in her legs.  In the meantime, men were still allowed to jog in shorts, although even they had to wear shirts. 

One evening when she had sipped a bit too much wine in her apartment, her alcohol-enhanced brain finally figured a way to beat the system.  She would jog late at night when nobody could see her!  Dressed in her favorite halter and shorts, she tried it that very night.  She snuck out of her apartment, and kept to the very darkest shadows.  Fortunately, the county no longer maintained the street lights, so the streets were mostly dark.

At first, she totally got away with it!  After several nights though, she was finally spotted when she happened to get pinned in the headlights of a Christian Guard patrol car.  Fortunately for her, she knew that neighborhood like the back of her hand!  Cannily, she ran in the opposite direction from her apartment.  Allowing the stalking patrol car only occasional glimpses, she led the car several blocks in the wrong direction before she ducked behind a bush that was in dark shadow.  She stifled a giggle as the patrol car circled the block in apparent confusion before proceeding off in the wrong direction.  Her heart exploding from the adrenaline rush, Mary carefully made her way back to her apartment.

These nightly runs quickly became a habit for Mary.  It was just her little way of thumbing her nose at the system.  Soon she needed more!  It wasn’t as much fun unless a Guard Patrolman actually spotted her and she managed to evade.  So she began to flaunt herself.  Once spotted, she had invented a million ways to disappear.

The Christian Guards soon realized that some woman had been making a fool out of them by running around at night flaunting her body.  Having no idea who she was, they called her “The Streaker”. 

The Christian Guards may have been amateurs, but they weren’t stupid.  A cleverly placed surveillance camera finally yielded the probable identity of “The Streaker”.  Now they just had to catch her in the act.  Since they now knew where she lived, catching her was a simple matter of staking out the bushes outside her apartment house.  One night as Mary was sneaking back to her apartment, two burly Guard patrolmen jumped from the bushes and grabbed her.  Still in her jogging outfit, she spent the rest of the night in a holding cell at Christian Guard headquarters. 


The next morning, freshly showered but still wearing that jogging outfit, they transferred her to the courthouse.  In a routine that she had become entirely too familiar with, they had her out of that jogging outfit and dressed in a sackcloth shift in plenty of time to make the morning Tribunal session.

Following the usual opening prayer, the Tribunal took Mary’s case first.  As before, that certain “special” Justice was there.  By now there was no doubt that he recognized her and even remembered her name.  He did the speaking, “Mary Blackburn, we are sorry to see you back.  This will truly be an unfortunate day for you if you are found guilty.  You have been charged with twenty counts of violating the Public Modesty Act.  It seems that you have been busy!  Also, you have two prior convictions.”

Then he fell silent as the three Justices huddled around the folder of evidence detailing the charges.  There was the usual short but heated discussion while Mary stood there with her head swimming.  Twenty counts?  How could they do that?  They had only caught her once!

As it turns out, that was exactly what the Justices had argued about.  The Justice spoke again, “Again young lady, you seem to be fortunate.  You have been charged with twenty counts, and from what we read you are likely are guilty of those and more.  However, the Guards have only submitted substantive evidence to support one count.  Therefore, we find you guilty of a gross and willful violation of the Public Modesty Act.  Do you have anything to say before we pronounce sentence?

Mary could think of nothing to say in her defense that wouldn’t make things worse, so she simply thanked the three Justices and threw herself on the mercy of the court.

“Mary Blackburn,” the Justice said gravely, “This court sentences you to fifteen days in jail.  That may not sound like much, but legal and financial reasons force to make jail stays brief.  So we make life in our jails very unpleasant, as you will soon discover for yourself.”

Then, before they sent her away, the Justices huddled again.  Mary’s ‘special” Justice was talking earnestly to the other two, as if begging for some sort of favor.  Mary couldn’t figure out what was happening, but the other two Justices smirked, and then signed a form that he offered them.  Some deal had been made, or a favor given, but Mary had no idea what it was about.

It took the Clerk of Court about twenty minutes to add several various forms to Mary’s file while she sat and watched a few other defendants suffer through their brief trials.  Finally a matron arrived, picked up Mary’s file, and escorted her from the courtroom.  Mary didn’t notice, but that “special” Justice stared after her as she left the room.

It was a short walk.  The lady’s jail occupied an entire sub-basement of the courthouse.  A large door swung open.  The matron handed over Mary’s file, and then surprised her by ordering her to remove her shift.  “That’s court property,” she said, “Since you are now a jail inmate, it goes back with me.”  Naked as the day she was born, Mary entered the jail. 


The guard that had accepted Mary’s file gruffly pointed her to a spot, and directed her to stand with her arms and legs spread wide.  Professionally, his eyes swept over her.  Seemingly totally unaffected by her nakedness, the guard was looking only for contraband.  Since she was naked, he didn’t bother patting her down.  He went down on his knees.  She felt a strange pressure at her right ankle, and heard a “click”.   He explained, “This isn’t exactly a high security facility, but the programming in that ankle bracelet changes everything for you.  Should you somehow manage to end up where you’re not supposed to be, that device will instantly stun you and sound both an audible and wireless alarm.  You will be back in our custody in minutes, and in an amazing amount of new trouble.  Understand?”

Wide-eyed, Mary nodded her understanding.

Looking around the facility, Mary saw that it indeed was low security and low-budget.  The cells were made of little more than boards and chicken wire!  Occupying an entire floor of the courthouse, the jail had a large common area with cells along three of its four sides.  The other wall contained a communal toilet and other doors that were likely offices.  Right in the middle of the common area was a sturdy chair.  As it contained a guard with a naked lady across her lap, Mary had no trouble figuring out its purpose!  Much of the balance of the common area was taken up with rough picnic-style tables which held an assortment of female inmates wearing bright orange pajamas.      

As the guard led her through the common area towards a certain door, a loud spanking commenced.  Mary shuddered.

Next, Mary found herself in a small nurse’s office.  The nurse was gentle and professional, but there’s no way that a cavity search can fail to humiliate.  A cursory physical exam followed.  “You’re OK” the nurse announced.

Still dressed only in her birthday suit, Mary shivered just a bit, “Do I get some clothes now?” she asked hopefully.    

“Those are issued right after your intake spanking”, the nurse replied.  “But first comes your interview with the Supervisor.  Her office will be your next stop.”

Flabbergasted, Mary asked dumbly, “Intake spanking?

“Well yes”, the nurse replied helpfully, “You mean you didn’t know?  All new inmates start their jail term by receiving a severity ten spanking, which is the legal maximum.  It doesn’t matter if you’re only here overnight, everybody gets it.  I really think that they should publicize this stuff better.  Perhaps we would have fewer criminals.”

Mary was floored.  She was almost afraid to ask, “I’m-I’m going to get a severity ten spanking?” 

“Oh yes, but not just yet,” she replied comfortingly, “Like I said, you see our Supervisor first.  And your daily spankings will only be severity five as long as your conduct is perfect.”

Mary was horrified, “We get a daily spanking?”  The answer seemed so obvious to the nurse, that she didn’t even bother with an answer.

Taking Mary’s file, the nurse escorted Mary out of her office and to another door.  She knocked politely and then waited for an answer.  Hearing a voice from inside, she left Mary for a moment to enter.  She emerged seconds later without the file.  The nurse pointed Mary to a line of chairs.  “Wait here, the Supervisor will call you in when she’s ready.”  Then she disappeared, leaving Mary to herself.

Waiting outside the supervisor’s door felt a bit like waiting outside the Principal’s office.  Mary felt slightly sick with dread, but the delay gave her time to watch the happenings in the common area.  Most of the cell doors were open.  There were perhaps a dozen inmates sitting at the picnic-style tables or milling around the common area.  She would discover later that there were other inmates, but they were scattered around performing various menial jobs.  There were several video screens on the walls, strategically placed where they could be seen from the common area or inside the cells.  They all played the same program, which appeared to be some sort of religious indoctrination.

A loudspeaker crackled to life, drowning out the video program, “CATHY HIGGINS, REPORT FOR YOUR DAILY SPANKING.”

She saw an inmate stand up from a picnic table with a stricken look on her face.  Quickly the lady stripped off her prison pajamas.  Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, that left her naked.  Mary could see from the pink hue of Cathy’s bottom that she obviously hadn’t had time to recover from her last spanking, whenever that had been.  Carrying her pajamas in a tiny bundle, the nude lady sadly walked to the center of the common area where the spanking chair and a female guard waited.

Already sobbing loudly, Cathy put herself across the guard’s lap.  The ensuing spanking was a carbon copy of what Mary had seen and experienced in the courtroom.  Cathy’s legs flew as her bottom and thighs absorbed blow after blow from the guard’s Lexan paddle.  Her already-red bottom turned a fresh shade of crimson.   The paddle sounds echoed through the mostly open space of the jail, accompanied by Cathy’s screams.  None of that noise seemed to impress the guard in the slightest.  She implacably continued the spanking until she had delivered a punishment of the designated severity.    

Mary watched in horror as she quickly learned what to expect in her own near future!  Suddenly her little rebellious nightly jogging forays seemed like a particularly stupid idea! 

Her spanking finally over, the guard helped Cathy back to her feet.  Still naked, still sobbing, and with her bottom now bright red, Cathy picked up her pajamas and padded back to her cell.  For the moment, life in the common area returned back to normal, but obviously those loudspeakers would eventually call another name.  Mary wondered how many more “daily spankings” remained to be doled out today.

It seemed forever before the Supervisor called for Mary to enter the office, but Mary would have been happy to wait much longer!  There, she found her file spread out on the desk.  “So I have the honor to address ‘The Streaker’?” The lady asked sarcastically.  “There’s been lots of talk about you, but I had faith that you would end up in my office eventually.” 

Mary’s answer was polite but non-committal.  She didn’t think that it would be wise to admit anything.  “Well Ma-am, my name is Mary Blackburn.  I was convicted of a violation of the Public Modesty Act, and I’m truly repentant for what I did.”

Sensing Mary’s game, the lady smiled ironically.  “I’m sure that a lawyer would tell you to answer that way, but we don’t allow those here.  Anyhow, you’re here to be punished, and punished you shall be.”

She handed Mary a single sheet of rules.  “These are the rules you will obey for the next fifteen days.  They are simple and fair, so expect nothing but the worst punishment should you violate any of them.  You will receive your intake spanking sometime today.  There’s a slight discrepancy in your file that must be cleared up first, so expect a delay.  Don’t get your hopes up, your spanking will defiantly happen.   In addition, every inmate gets a daily spanking.  With perfect behavior, it’ll only be a ‘fiver’.  If you have broken any rules or not shown perfect attitude, then expect worse.  We like those daily spankings to be a surprise, so we give them at random times and in random order.  If fact, you may have already witnessed one or two?”

Mary nodded.  She quickly realized that she had already seen two such spankings.

The Supervisor continued, “You will eventually be issued prison pajamas.  You will have a cot in your cell with a single blanket, which shall remain neatly folded except at night.  Meals are twice daily.  They are small, nourishing, but not necessarily appetizing.  If you are assigned work, you will also receive a bag lunch.  Questions?”

Slightly cowed, Mary had none.

“In that case, I will put you into a holding cell until your file is -- cleared up.” 

With more questions than answers in her head, Mary was locked into a holding cell.  There, she waited through much of the afternoon.  Through the chicken wire of her cell, she clearly heard and saw several more inmates receive spankings as she awaited her own fate.  She saw nobody take her spanking quietly.           
Finally a guard appeared.  She opened Mary’s cell door and stood aside.  Her knees nearly knocking together in fear, Mary followed the guard to her fate.

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