A Sore Sentence (for Jinchu)
 

14-year old Molly sat in her seat in the courthouse, wearing an orange pair of pants and a T-shirt. Her shoulder-length brown hair was messy and her freckled face had a shocked look. For several counts of theft and property damage as well as two counts of assault and one of resisting arrest, she was sentenced to at least 4 years of detention in a new style of center. Not only that, but the judge was going to spank her right then and there. As she was helped up and brought towards the center of the courtroom, the bailiff took her pants and tugged them down just enough to expose her bare bottom, having taken the panties down along with the pants. Molly struggled as a blush came across her face at the embarrassment of the whole courtroom looking at her bottom. The bailiff held her in place as they awaited the judge to sit and take the girl over her knee.

The judge was a slightly overweight woman in her late 50's - early 60's, with white hair like a dundelion. If not for her formal black robe she might look like someone's granny. But a very strict one, as one would agree looking at her face as she sat down and pulled Molly over her lap.



"You've been found guilty, and you've heard your sentence. But i also belive you are a very naughty, ill-behaved girl, and you need a good sound spanking. So now we'll turn exectly to that!" the jusge announced, pinning the teen to her lap with her left hnad and raising her right one.


Smack!!

Molly squirmed as she was placed over the judge’s lap, squirming and letting out a squeak as she was held down. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before, just get on with—-OW!” She yelped in surprise, closing an eye with just how much a smack on her bare bottom stung.

"Don't give me sass, young lady, I have a brush here too!" the jusdge warned, as her hand went up and down, alerting between girl's cheecks in an even rythm. The smacks aechoed through teh courtroom. The woman surely was not unexperienced in that!


The audience, which included some polioce officers and a few of people from whome Molly had previously stole, looked at teh teen's bouncing bottom, some o them were clearly satisfied, while others seemed a bit sympathetic.

“Oww! Oww!” Molly yelped through the smacks to her somewhat chubby bottom, kicking her legs as she bit her lip and whimpered. She was feeling herself tear up as this continued, shaking her head as she tried to withstand the spanking.

"You have your whole life ahead of you, young lady! But it would be wasted if you appear in court in such a young age! You need a firm discipline to keep you on the right path! And you'll have plenty of it in the upcoming years!" the judge scolded, spanking her more and now aiming on the girl's sitting spots every over time.

“Oooh. S-Stoppit!” Molly whimpered out as tears began to slide down her face, squirming more as her sit-spots were smacked, letting out a sob as her butt stung.

"I hope it will be a good lesson for you! And you'll recive much more of such lessons! Unless you change your behaviour immediately! Ypu'd better think of the fact, that you had brought it upon yourself!" the judge scolded, delivering some finishing, extra hard smacks, each flattering Molly's butt for a breif moment. WHACK!!! SLAP!!! WHOOP!!!...

Molly howled at the extra-hard smacks, tears streaming down her face as she kicked her legs. Her face and her butt matched colors from both the spanking and the embarrassment of it being in public.

"Are you sorry, young lady?" the judge asked sternly, after she delivered a few very hard finishing slaps, making sure that the teen's ass was brightly red all over. The impacts still echoed through teh courtroom. some of the people in teh audience, especially the cops, grinned at the sight.

Molly howled and bawled her eyes out as her butt was still swatted hard. “Owww! Y-Yes! I’m sorry!” She sobbed out, tears forming a puddle under her.

The judge nodded and let the girl off her lap. "Officer of the court, please, take her away and send her to the house of her new ward. I hope the proper upbringing will do you good, Molly, and it would be your last visit to teh courtroom."

Molly simply whimpered and sobbed as she was led away, her red bottom on full view as she was led out of the courtroom. She wanted desperately to rub her stinging cheeks, but as her hands were restrained, she couldn’t.

The officer unlocked her handcuffs only then they arrived in the suburbs, there Molly's new home was located. It was a small, but nice looking house, which was different from the neighbour properties only because of it's unusually high fence. The policeman led the new uncuffed girl to teh door and pressed the doorbell.


Her caretaker was Jason Brown, one of teh officers whome Molly had hurt then she was arrested. The oficials stricly eximined if he had any vengeful motiffs, but he actually felt some pity towards the girl. Surely, sghe was wild and needed lots of discipline, and he was ready to provide it; but she didn't seem to be bad at the core.


The high athletic dark-haired man in casual shirt and jeans opened the door. "Hello, Molly. i am Jason, and you will be my ward by the judge's sentence." he greeted in a soft tone.

After she was uncuffed, Molly muttered out a word of thanks as she first rubbed her wrists before one hand reached back to rub her sore bottom. When the door opened and she saw Jason, she visibly flinched and nervously bit her lip. When the officer spoke softly, it did help relieve some of the fear, but she simply acknowledged what he said with a nod and half-wave, giving a worried fidget.

"Come inside, Milly" John invited, st3epping aside to let her in.



From the inside eth house was equally humble and functional, though some of the details madeit clear it was preapred for special purposes. It had a sofa and a TV in the hall taht apoperently served as a living room, with a soft cmfy carpet before said TV. But it also had a part with a sign "Naughty Corner" and there was a paddle, a belt, a carpet-beater and a tawse. And underneath there was a bucket with birches.



On the other side of the first floor there was a decent, pleasant kitchen. Around teh table there were a few regular chairs and a cute baby chair, but in the size appropriate for 14 years old.

Molly looked around nervously, forgetting that her bottom was still bare as she viewed her surroundings. When she saw the “naughty corner” and the implements, she audibly gulped, giving a quiet whimper as she subconsciously rubbed her butt. Upon seeing the high chair, she said nothing, but her face glowed a bright red.

Jason noticed her look and nodded, but with a soft half-smile. "Yes. You know the conditions of your staying here. But if you will behave and try your best, most of these things might never come into use, or almost never. By the way, you may fix your clothing now. Or I can apply some oothing lotion on your backside first, if you wish."

Molly gulped as this was explained to her, nodding silently in acknowledgment and moving to pull up her pants when permitted. Pausing just as her pants were barely under her cheeks, she blushed and looked over at Jason. “Y-Yes, please.” She said at the offer of lotion.

He nodded, showing that it was nothing special. He was going to see Molly's butt a lot in the coming years, so it is better for her to get used to that.



"Ok, lie on the sofa then. I'll bring it. And I guess you can leave teh pants down in that acse, we have new clothing for you to wear anyway, so youu can cahneg after your bottom feels better." he said, before walking upstairs.

Molly nodded, blushing more as she slunk her pants back down. Laying on the couch with a blush, she held the couch pillow closely, looking back at her bottom and giving it a light rub.

Soon jason was back down with a bottle of soothing lotion. It ahd prooven to eb teh most effective for spanking aftercare, which was important for such sentences as Molly's. "All right, it will be ebtter soon" the man said, pouring some on the criminal's red globes and carefully rubbing it in. "I see the judge held no punches. So did you then we've met in that dark alley." he chuckled.

Molly let out a quiet, yet cute squeak as she felt the lotion on her bottom, blushing more as it was rubbed in. She only whined in response at being reminded of the judge’s hand smacking at her butt, cringing at the mention of the alley. “I-I said I was sorry..” she said softly.

"And I do not hold grudges. Sorry if you were upset by that reminder. Though I will have to remind about it fromtime to time, this is part of why you ended up here" Jason responded calmly, applying the lotion on her bottom. "Does it feel better now?" he asked, closing the bottle and wiping his hand.

Molly shifted a bit and just nodded in response to Jason talking. When asked if her backside felt better, she nodded gingerly. “Th-Thanks..” she said quietly, moving her hand back to pull her pants back up.

"Don't bother. You will have a special wardrobe from now on." Jason stopped her. He had brought an outfit for her along with the lotion. The guardian offered Molly some nicely looking, though maybe a bit childish overalls with a drop-seat and a t-shirt with a smiling puppy and "TRYIN' MY BEST" sign on the chest. "Please, put them on. There are more in your room."

Molly stared at it with a deep blush. “Wh-Why do I have to wear something like this? I’m 15, not 5.” She said, holding the clothes and hesitating to change into them, giving a look that was a mix of annoyed and embarrassed.

Jason frowned a bit, the first time since she arrived. "Well, Molly, first of all, you've been only 14 teh last tiem I've checked. And secondly, you could - and might still be - dressed in a much more child-like way. This is just a convinient clothes which also discourages asocial behaviour. And I want to make it clear - while in custody, i.e. untill you're 18, you cannot decide what to wear or what not. I might listen to your preferences, but now I advise to put these one, fast."

Molly grumbled to herself, nothing specific, as she stood up and examined the clothes. With a light fidget, she took them and resisted every urge to throw them on the floor. “Can you at least turn around so I have some decency?” She asked with a blush, looking at the floor with a pout.

Jason chuckled, but turned around. "Ok, ok... But you should know, that neither your bedroom, nor bathroom have lookers on their doors. Privacy is a privelege, and you're yet to earn one, Molly. And be quick about chnaging."

Molly groaned at this news, but stripped herself and briefly stared at her new clothes before changing into them. Once dressed, she quietly whined, looking at herself in the outfit.

Jason turned back and looked her over. "You look really cute. Much better now!" he smiled. "But the next time I expect any item you take off to be folded neatly and putten on it's place. I'll let it slip this one time, and one time only. Now, are you hungry?"

“You could’ve told me that and I would’ve done it to begin with.” Molly muttered with a slight pout as she shifted around in her outfit. At the question of being hungry, she gave an embarrassed nod, her stomach growling quietly as she hadn’t eaten breakfast before being taken to court and spanked.

Jason gave the girl a long and strict look, which clearly suggested that teh girl of her age should know taht by herself and that mouthing off might not be the best idea.


"All right, Molly, then go wash your hands and face and cme back here, I'll make something quick for you" the man nodded.


Then the girl will enter teh bathroom she might notice, aside from usual stuff, a collection of enemas of different sizes, waiting on the wall.

Molly flinched at the look, glancing away from him with an uneasy groan. As she went to the bathroom and saw the different enemas, she gulped and shuddered as she imagined them being used on her. As she washed up, she bit her lip and whimpered as she dried off, reentering the kitchen minutes later.

Meanwhile Jason cooked some oatmeal and a big cup of cocoa. Then the girl returned, he put the plate and cup on the table in front of one of the regular chairs, added a big shiny apple and nodded to her. "Enjoy your meal. If you eat it all without a fuzz, I might add some chocolate cookies to that."

Molly gave a quiet groan as she went and sat down, fidgeting in place. After saying a quiet word of thanks, she started to eat slowly. She wasn’t eating slowly out of spite, she was just needing to gain her appetite by taking a pace.

Meanwhile Jason amde himself a coffe and sat opposite to the girl, sipping it. He looked at Molly, studying her and trying to figure out what made her the way she was and how he should approach her.