The Mayor's Son

Testing the New Law

by Jim Piston

Author’s note: This story is about power and privilege. Or at least what the mayor’s son thought would protect him when he was caught robbing a store. Little did he know that privilege could be a disadvantage when mixed with politics.

As it happened, Alex was fortunate. The law governing the use of corporal punishment for young offenders had recently been amended, reducing the punishments he was potentially facing. So even if his father’s influence couldn’t protect him, he’d presumably be better off than previous offenders.

Alex was quite unaware of all that. Nobody among his friends had any interest in the law. He’d had no idea of what he might be in for if he was caught. He was about to find out.

THE NEW LAW: For the text of the newly amended law that governed what Alex would experience, see The Young Offenders Act, updated – The new law ( Revised 2025). This story served as a partial beta test for the most current version of the new law. Even the most committed MPs agreed, we need experience to guide us, to find out how to make the legislation work.

Updated version (July 2023): Some sections of the law have recently been changed. The story has been revised to conform.

[1]

From the Saturday Windward Gazette:

MAYOR’S SON CAUGHT IN LOCAL ROBBERY

Mayor Tom Robson’s 15‑year‑old son Alex was caught red‑handed yesterday afternoon, trying to rob a local Tesco’s. It was brazen the store manager, Rupert Jones, told our reporter. The boy had an imitation gun and was wearing a Covid mask under a baseball cap. Must have thought he could get away without his identity being discovered.

It was strange, though. He only asked for twenty pounds, much less than was there in the till. And then ran off like a frightened rabbit when I went for him, taking nothing but a six‑pack of beer.

Jones was beside the newly‑hired cashier, helping her learn her job, when the attempted robbery occurred. The manager batted the plastic replica gun away and ran after the youth when he ran away.

Woman injured during chase

Bolting out of the store, the Robson boy cannoned into an elderly woman at the entrance, knocking her down on the pavement and sending her to the hospital with a broken wrist and other injuries. The collision caused the teenager to lose his balance and fall, allowing the manager to grab the youth and hold him until the police arrived.

I’m glad the police and the Tesco man caught him Emily Rumpole, the 79‑year‑old victim, said vindictively from her hospital bed. It’s lucky he didn’t shoot me.

Told that the gun the youth had been brandishing was a toy replica, the severely bruised Ms. Rumpole just sniffed. It was frightful, just the same. I hope he’s punished severely for what he did. I could have had a heart attack, it was such a shock.

First local case under new law police

The Robson boy will be the first local youth to be punished under the recently revised version of the Young Offenders Act, benefiting from amendments that reduced corporal punishment for youth crimes.

We’re not allowed to say anything about the specifics of a youth crime by a known offender without the offender’s permission the Windward police chief, Darrell Duggan, said when interviewed outside the store. We can only say that the punishments mandated by the Act are meant to deter this kind of juvenile crime and will be applied strictly in this case.

He’s the mayor’s son a teenage heckler shouted. You going to go soft on him?

The boy will get everything he deserves, I can assure you, regardless of who his father is Chief Duggan replied. Apart from that, I can’t say more.

Mayor Robson, a prominent critic of the recent reductions in punishments, refused all requests for an interview. His office put out a brief statement apologizing to Mr Jones and Ms Rumpole for the incident and stating that the case was entirely in the hands of the police.

[2] Alex’s side of the story

It’s not fair the youth told his father’s lawyer. I had to do it.

What do you mean, You had to do it? Russell Brown, the lawyer, asked testily. They were in an interview room at the police station. What kind of excuse is that?

They made me Alex said bitterly. The guys were playing with me. Said they’d out me, if I didn’t do it for them.

What guys? And what do you mean, they’d out you. Are you gay?

Alex shrugged. They think I am. They’ve had it in for me all term.

Who’s they?

Alex shrugged again. Guys in my class at school.

Names?

I can’t tell you. I’d really get it from them if I told you. The lawyer looked sceptical. They said they’d beat the shit out of my ass if I didn’t do what they told me.

The lawyer snorted. You don’t think that will happen to you here?

I don’t know. The youth looked at the lawyer hopefully. You and dad can get me off, can’t you?

I rather doubt it the lawyer said disdainfully. You were caught in the act, so we can hardly contest your guilt. Do you know what you’re likely to get?

Alex shook his head. The police said something about a Young Offenders Act. I don’t know anything about it.

You should. It’s what governs cases like this. It lets you plead guilty and accept summary punishment.

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The lawyer saw that Alex looked confused. You get your butt caned if you do that.

Why the fuck would I agree to that?

To avoid being sent to a youth court, where you’d get sentenced to an even more severe caning and possibly to a jail sentence too. That’s not a guess, the court is required to do that. A court could send you to jail too, for what you did to that elderly lady.

I didn’t mean to injure her. It was an accident.

Maybe so. But do you want to risk a jail sentence? Not to mention more of the cane?

Alex grimaced. How much could I get if I do accept ... what did you call it?

Summary punishment. As to how much, I don’t know. Ten or more for the robbery attempt, I’d assume. The same for the assault, maybe more.

So much? Really? Alex looked at the lawyer hopefully. What about what my dad could do? Couldn’t he pull some strings?

It’s a police matter, Alex. It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to try to intervene.

Why not? He’s the one who hired the new police chief, isn’t he? He looked at the lawyer doggedly. Ask him!

I will if you insist. But it wouldn’t be a good idea for your father to do that.

I don’t give a fuck. Ask him!

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[3] Consultations — The mayor

He actually thinks I can use my influence to get him out of this mess? The mayor was talking to his lawyer. What on earth is Alex thinking?

He says you hired the police chief, that you can get him to let your son off.

He’s out of his fucking mind if he thinks that. He looked at the lawyer angrily. I trust you didn’t encourage him to think I’d do that. Quite apart from being ethically wrong — and totally unlikely to succeed — for me to try that would be political suicide. Fuck! I hired the guy because he had a reputation for integrity. I’m not going to prejudice that.

Of course I didn’t suggest that, Tom. But he asked me to ask you.

Okay, you’ve done that. Let’s talk about what’s feasible. What advice have you given Alex?

That’s easy. Accept summary punishment and be done with it. That’s of course provided the police don’t send him to the youth court anyway, for knocking that woman over.

Is that likely?

It’s possible. Depends in part on her, and how seriously she was injured.

I visited her in hospital. She’s being kept there to make sure there’s nothing more, but hopefully it’s just bruises and a broken wrist. Not that a broken wrist or serious bruising is trivial, but at least it would appear there’s nothing more. They’re keeping her there for a few days more, just in case.

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He looked at the lawyer. What can you do to keep him from being sent to the court? That surely has to be a no‑win outcome for Alex.

Of course the lawyer shrugged. I can’t do much, other than making clear that you’ll consent to whatever punishment the police panel decides on.

That’ll depend on Alex, Russell. He’s the one who’ll have to take the punishment.

True, but he’s not sixteen yet. You’re legally the consenting party.

Only for another few weeks. I’ll not consent to anything on his behalf unless he tells me to. He looked at his lawyer warily. Is that a problem?

It might be. He’s not being realistic. The lawyer shrugged. It makes no sense for him to go to the youth court. He’ll just get more.

I know that. And I hope for his sake that you can persuade him of that. But the decision has to be his.

You’re sure? You could be fined for not consenting to his punishment, you know. Not to mention political embarrassment.

Of course I’m sure. I can live with a fine, it can’t be all that much.

Up to £500.

Well, okay, that’s not trivial. But I’m not going to let my son believe I won’t stand behind him. As to the politics, I think my visit somewhat placated Ms Rumpole. I told her the same thing I told the press — that my son would be punished by the police, that it was totally out of my hands. That seemed to satisfy her more than my apology.

The lawyer snorted. She sounds like a thoroughly vindictive old biddy, from the newspaper report.

Biddy or not, Russell, she’s a voter, and there are a lot more like her. Besides, she’s a rather nice old lady. She certainly didn’t deserve any of this.

Okay, Tom, I know your position. He stood to go. I’ll need your written consent once we know what the police decide.

So long as you understand that’ll depend on Alex concurring.

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[4] The gang

Think he’ll talk?

The three sixteen‑year‑old youths were meeting in a clearing in the forest adjoining the town.

He’d fucking well better not. He knows what we’ll do to him if he does.

Think he saw you, when you tripped him?

I don’t think so. He was running like a frightened rat, looking backwards. Drew laughed. He just plowed into that stupid woman. You should have heard her scream as she fell.

Lucky she only broke her wrist.

Lucky for Alex, anyway Drew sneered.

What do you think he’ll get?

Dunno. Dad says he’ll get royally flayed, if he has anything to do with it. Drew’s father was a constable in the local police. Drew laughed. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving poof.

Too bad we can’t get something on the teachers whose cocks he sucks for his good grades. Think he’ll spend enough time in jail to screw up his year?

Dunno. Dad says that’s unlikely. He has that coming to him if he does.

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[5] Consultations — The police chief

The lawyer was in the police chief’s office Monday morning. Mayor Robson will of course consent to whatever amount of punishment you decide. I do understand — and the Mayor understands — that a summary punishment will need to be severe, given that the boy is the mayor’s son.

I’m afraid so the police chief nodded. How he’s punished will inevitably become public. And frankly should be public, given the Mayor’s potential involvement. We can’t afford to be seen to be protecting privilege.

No question the lawyer nodded grimly. The mayor fully agrees. And if I could say something off the record, the boy needs to learn that. He thinks his father can get him off.

The police chief snorted. Another reason for the punishment to be severe, then.

Quite so the lawyer nodded. He stood up. The boy will need to concur in the consent, but I assume that will not be an issue. His father insists that the boy be the one to make the decision.

The police chief just shrugged. That’s up to them.

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The lawyer suddenly decided to say more. The boy claims he was put up to it. To the attempted robbery, that is.

Seriously? Is there anything to that?

I don’t know. He wouldn’t provide any names, when I asked him.

Well, if he won’t, there’s not much we can do about it.

He said one of his peers came in with him to watch him do it.

Really? the police chief snorted. Whatever for?

I don’t know. Some kind of teenage test, I’d guess. The boy clammed up when I asked him.

Well, we can look at the store’s CCTV. Anything else?

The lawyer shook his head. I just thought you should know about it. The robbery attempt — asking for so little — makes no sense.

Nothing about this incident makes sense. Frankly, I’m considering just sending the boy to the regional youth court for everything. I don’t like being in a position where I’m the one to decide what happens to my employer’s son.

You’re not serious.

I’m quite serious. He shrugged. I’ll wait to find out how seriously Ms Rumpole was injured before I make a decision. If it’s more than just a broken wrist, I’ll definitely send him to the court.

But not for the robbery. You’d surely have to offer the boy summary punishment for that. He saw the police chief shrug. Subsection 4(a), Darrell. You’ve got no choice about that.

You’re quite wrong, Russell. The way it’s written — ’shall normally offer’ — it’s a guideline, not a requirement. It leaves that choice up to me.

Well maybe that’s technically true. But surely ...

The police chief looked at the lawyer impatiently. Leave it, Russell. This is exactly the kind of difficult situation that choice is provided for. Don’t try to tell me what to do.

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[6] Decisions

Alex was standing in front of a three‑man administering authority late that afternoon. The authority comprised the deputy police chief, a burly constable, and a sour‑looking spinster, the owner of a twice‑burgled store.

The deputy chief scowled. You know why you’re here, boy. Have you anything to say to defend yourself?

Not really the youth shrugged. I guess all I can say is that I’m sorry for what happened to the lady I knocked over. Is she okay?

Recovering, no thanks to you.

She’s still in hospital the businesswoman added acidly. You hurt her badly.

I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I’m sorry.

You certainly will be the deputy chief said derisively. You’ve not accepted summary punishment yet for the assault. Is that still the case?

Yes Alex nodded grimly. His father’s lawyer had advised Alex to accept summary punishment for everything, but the youth had balked. What happened to her wasn’t my fault. Like I said, it was an accident.

Of course it was your fault the sour‑faced spinster sputtered. You sent her to the hospital. You deserve a severe caning for that.

Alex just shrugged. I’m sorry.

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You realize you’ll be tried and sentenced for what you did to her by the regional youth court, if you don’t consent to be punished for that offence here? That was the deputy again. And that they can sentence you to considerably more punishment than you’d get here?

I don’t care Alex said stubbornly. It’s my right to defend myself, isn’t it?

As you wish the deputy shrugged. He turned to the constable. The consent for the other charges has been signed by his father?

Yes, Sir. For everything but the assault charge. And the doctor will be here momentarily.

Good. Have him taken back to his cell and prepared, while we decide what he should get.

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The deputy met with the police chief after the authority made its decision.

The authority has met the boy? the chief asked. And it went as expected?

Pretty much the deputy nodded. The boy will be punished as soon as the doctor has finished examining him. He still insists on going to Durham on the assault charge.

That’s just fine the chief shrugged. I’d be happy if he went there for everything.

Any instructions on how we should proceed?

None whatsoever the chief replied. The panel acts independently. Your duty is simply to see that the boy receives appropriate punishment. He looked at his deputy. You do understand that the boy has to be made an example? I won’t have this department accused of shielding the mayor’s son. The deputy nodded. Any difficulties with the other members?

The deputy shook his head. None at all. We were all in agreement that he should get the guideline maximums.

I’ve asked William Thorpe to join you. He’ll be here shortly. Mr Thorpe, a local merchant well‑known for his conservative views, was chair of a recently‑appointed police advisory panel. Take his views seriously, Rob. He’ll add credibility to the authority if questions are asked.

You expect what we do to be made public?

With the culprit being the Mayor’s son? And the case already in the local newspaper? The chief snorted. You think it could be otherwise?

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[7] Revising prior decisions

The slim teenager was back before the administering authority, this time clad only in boxer shorts.

Is the recording on? The deputy turned to Alex when the constable nodded. As is required, this entire session will be recorded, including your punishment. He listed the members of the panel and session details. We are joined by William Thorpe as an additional lay member.

The deputy again turned to Alex. This panel has been convened to supervise punishment for your attempted robbery. You were arrested at the scene of the crime, have consented to summary punishment, and have been examined by Dr Wormwood. Correct?

Yes, Sir.

We have decided on your punishment. You will get the maximums set out in the guidelines: seven strokes of the cane for the robbery attempt, plus another four for threatening with a non‑lethal weapon. Eleven stokes altogether, which you will get in a single session.

Alex blanched. So much?

We could give you more.

Then we should. That was the sour‑faced businesswoman. Why were we not told that he could get more, Constable? The constable was Windward’s designated punisher and the local expert on the Young Offenders Act. What’s the upper limit on what the law allows for an offence?

At his age? He can get up to eight for a single offence, Ma’am. But the guidelines are significantly lower for the offences for which he is being punished.

The guidelines are discretionary, are they not? The constable nodded. Then why do you two protect him? Is it because he’s the mayor’s son?

Of course not! the deputy chief said irritably. I thought we’d agreed on his punishment.

Alex was staring at them, mouth open.

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I didn’t realize we could give him more. That was the woman again. She turned to the newcomer. What do you think, Mr Thorpe? Should he not get the maximum caning possible for the robbery? Given what he did to that poor woman?

That would certainly seem appropriate. He looked at the deputy. We can’t be seen to be shielding the mayor’s son from punishment, if that’s what this is about.

No, of course not the deputy grimaced sourly. What do you suggest, Dunworth?

The constable shrugged. You could up it to eight for the robbery, I suppose. He did bowl the elderly lady over. But I wouldn’t suggest increasing punishment for the second offence. The guideline for the second offence is quite explicit that the amount should be lower.

I’d vote for eight for both Ms Flaghorn declared emphatically. The boy deserves it.

Is that within the permissible range, Constable? That was Mr Thorpe.

No Sir, not quite. Sections 4E and 7A specify a maximum combined punishment of fifteen for the boy’s offences at his age.

Fine, then. Let’s give him that. I agree with Ms Flaghorn that he should get the maximum. He glanced at the businesswoman. That’s four more than what the three of you decided earlier.

She nodded assent. Better than nothing. Certainly an improvement.

Very well the deputy smiled grimly. That’s what it’ll be. He turned to the teenager. You’ll get fifteen of the cane, after which you’ll be remanded to the regional court in Durham on the assault charge.

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The youth looked at him in horror. Fifteen? Just for trying to take £20 and a six‑pack of beer? I don’t believe this. You can’t do that, surely!

It was more than just petty theft, Alex. You threatened the cashier with a gun. That counts as an additional offence. And you did injure an onlooker.

The gun was just a toy! The whole thing was just a joke!

No joke for Ms Rumpole Ms Flaghorn said vindictively.

I said I’m sorry! the youth pleaded. I’m truly sorry that happened. But it was an accident. And you’re not punishing me for that, that’s for the court to decide. Fifteen is too much!

The deputy just shrugged. We’ve made our decision.

I won’t take it! I fucking won’t!

You don’t have a choice the deputy said impatiently. You’re here, consent has been given, and we’ve decided on your punishment. You’re going to get your buttocks caned. So get over that bench.

Fuck you! I won’t do it! I withdraw my consent.

The deputy looked at him contemptuously. That’s not an option, boy. You’re not the consenting party, and your father has consented on your behalf to whatever we decide for the robbery. So do what I told you and get down over that bench.

I won’t! You can’t make me!

Alex, you are making this worse for yourself. Will you get down over that bench, or do we have to use force?

You can’t fucking do this! He looked around wildly. I want my lawyer! I want my dad!

The deputy turned to the constable. Get someone to come and help you.

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Dunworth returned with another policeman.

Please! Alex had retreated into a corner of the room. Please don’t put me over that bench!

The two policemen looked at the deputy, who just shrugged.

NO! The two policemen had grabbed the boy’s arms. TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! He lashed out at the two officers as they yanked his arms up behind him.

FUCK OFF! LET ME GO! They were forcing him over to the bench. YOU CAN’T DO THIS! They paid no attention. YOU FUCKING CAN’T!

He was kicking and screaming. LET ME GO! PLEASE!

Fuck! That was the policeman who’d come in to help. One of Alex’s heels had connected.

You okay? Dunworth asked, yanking the youth’s arm up. The other one nodded grimly.

They ratcheted Alex’s arms up even higher, bending him over like a door hinge as they propelled him to the heavy wooden bench and forced him down over it. The bench had been purpose‑built for its current use, just high enough to position the boy’s buttocks at the ideal level for what they were about to receive, and just narrow enough for his arms to drop over the sides.

One of the policemen held Alex down while the other belted his waist to its edge. Then the two of them fastened cuffs around each wrist and secured them to rings on the other side.

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Alex was still kicking out wildly as the two policemen stepped back.

You want to tie his legs down? That was the other constable.

No need Dunworth smiled. I rather like to see the boy respond.

Oh, God! Alex moaned, trying desperately to somehow twist himself free.

He quickly realized that he couldn’t. He was securely immobilized, free to move his legs but that’s all. He could shift his shoulders slightly and flex his arms, but his lower torso was firmly fixed in place, his waist securely fastened to the edge of the bench. His boxers and the buttocks they covered were suspended in open air.

He’d never felt so helpless, so defenceless. Oh, please! he begged in despair, straining at his bonds. Please don’t leave me like this! Untie me! Please!

He could see the constable’s slight smile.

Do you need me for anything else, Sir? That was the policeman who’d been brought in.

No, that’s all, Bradford. The deputy looked at the policeman in concern. Are you all right?

I’ll be okay the policeman said grimly, favoring his left leg. It’s only a bruise.

Well, thank you for your help. You can go.

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[8] The price of resisting

I presume we give him a penalty for that the spinster declared archly.

The deputy looked at her with a brief smile. You want to give him more, Ms Flaghorn?

I certainly do. She looked at Alex contemptuously. He’s a willful privileged brat.

Fuck you! Alex said bitterly, trying desperately to dislodge the ropes.

Totally disrespectful the woman sneered, turning to the others. He deserves anything we can give him.

Mr Thorpe?

I agree the merchant nodded. The boy deserves punishment for his disobedience. And an additional penalty for his disrespect to Ms Flaghorn. He looked at the constable. You’re the local expert on all this, Dunworth. What can we give him for that?

We can certainly add penalty strokes, Sir. A penalty can be up to three extra strokes at his age. With a strap though, not a cane. And we’re restricted in the number of penalties we can award.

Three’s not enough for what he just did Ms Flaghorn said vindictively. He should get at least two penalties for lashing out at you and that other officer, Constable Dunworth. And he should get them with those undershorts removed. He needs a lesson he won’t forget.

I agree Mr Thorpe nodded curtly. We can do that, I presume?

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Awarding him a penalty does allow us to cane him bare the constable shrugged. And yes, we can add penalties to what he’s getting. But we’d have to carry all but one of them over to a later session.

That’s unacceptable the spinster snapped. Can’t you make this some kind of special session, so we can give him all the penalties now? And up what we’re allowed to give him with a cane? There’s something that allowed us to do that with another boy, if I recall correctly. Some time ago, as I recall.

He does deserve more than just a minor penalty for fighting you and Constable Bradford Mr Thorpe nodded. Surely we can cane him for that?

We can if you think it warranted, Sir. The panel could treat his lashing out as a section 11A offence. He shrugged. I wouldn’t recommend the maximum — the overhead video might not support that — but you could certainly add four or five to what he’s getting with the cane. That would also do what Ms Flaghorn proposed.

Meaning?

It automatically designates his punishment sessions as exceptional, raising the session limit for a boy his age to twelve of the cane each time. It also allows more penalties, if you want to give him more.

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That’s definitely an improvement Ms Flaghorn smiled. He should certainly get penalty strokes for his disobedience. As much as the rules allow.

Fucking bitch! Alex muttered.

Mr Thorpe looked at him sharply. What did you just say, boy?

Oh, nothing important Alex shrugged, looking at him nervously. I was just mumbling.

You’re a liar and a coward, boy. You called Ms Flaghorn a bitch. He looked at the deputy. He deserves an additional penalty for his continued disrespect. And the maximum we can give him for fighting when he was being put over the bench.

Let’s just deal with the canings for now the deputy said irritably. We’ll do as you suggest, Dunworth, and cane him for lashing out. What’s the maximum the law allows for that at his age?

Six, Sir. But I’d suggest no more than five.

Very well, we’ll add five to the fifteen he’s already getting. He’ll have to get that in two sessions, correct?

Yes, Sir. Although the guideline does favor giving him the extra punishment separately.

Let’s keep it to two sessions Mr Thorpe said emphatically. We’re spending too much time on the boy as it is.

This is all so unfair! Alex moaned bitterly. He suddenly burst out angrily. You’re all such bastards! Such fucking sadistic bastards!

Just proving my point the merchant sneered. Ms Flaghorn is right. The boy needs a lesson that will get through to him.

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He turned back to the constable. What can we add for lying?

Dunworth consulted a pocket copy of the Act. We could add up to half a dozen if we weren’t already punishing him for fighting us. But we can’t. We have to give him less. He looked up. Section 11A(d), Sir. It’s complicated.

Everything in this law is complicated the merchant glowered. So what can we give him?

The constable was still looking at his pocket copy. As I read it, no more than one, Sir.

Very well, let’s give him that. That’s twenty-one altogether, right?

That’s right Dunworth nodded. You’re sure you want to give him that much?

Absolutely the merchant declared.

The boy looked at them in horror. You can’t!

And an additional penalty with the strap too, for his continued disrespect. He’s got at least four penalties coming, by my count. At least another dozen on his butt.

Oh, Jesus! Alex moaned.

As you wish the constable shrugged. There’s no statutory restriction on the number of penalties he can get in an extraordinary session. You can add more, if you want.

Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You can’t fucking do this! It’s too fucking much!

You heard the constable Mr Thorpe sneered. We very definitely can. And will. He looked at the deputy. With your approval, of course.

The deputy looked at Ms Flaghorn. You agree?

I certainly do! she nodded. The more he gets, the better.

You’re all such fucking bastards Alex said angrily.

Right the merchant snorted. Keep asking for it with your foul language. He glanced at Dunworth. We can add penalties to each session, correct?

Yes, Sir. In separate overflow sessions. As many as you like, within reason.

Good. He’s just earned another.

Let’s deal with penalties when we come to them the deputy suggested impatiently. We’re taking too much time over this.

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Ms Flaghorn looked puzzled. I’m sorry. I have a question about the overflow sessions. When does he get those?

That’s up to us, Ma’am. Later the same day, usually.

Can that include all the additional penalties Mr Thorpe and I have proposed?

Depends on how many. The overflow sessions are limited as to how much he can get in each one. The constable shrugged when he saw her glower. Section 10E, Ms Flaghorn, I have a copy of the Act here, if you don’t believe me.

Oh, never mind the businesswoman conceded. I won’t argue with your knowledge of the law.

Good, we’re agreed. That was the deputy again. Eleven now, right? The constable nodded. Then let’s get to it.

You can’t do this! Alex protested. You just fucking can’t!

Oh, stop whining the deputy sneered. You’ve brought this on yourself. He turned to Dunworth. Pull those shorts down, Constable, and get on with it.

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[9] The cane

Oh, God! Alex wailed. The constable had pulled his boxers down to his knees. Please don’t do this!

Please, Sir! He’d twisted to plead to the deputy. Oh shit! FUCK! His boxers had dropped to his ankles when he twisted, making Alex feel even more vulnerable.

Oh Jesus! Dunworth had picked up a long cane.

The youth was so scared. He’d never received corporal punishment before, had never even imagined being in a position like this, totally naked, immobilized over a punishment bench.

He could feel the air on his naked buttocks. With his feet just touching the floor, his buttocks had to be perfectly positioned as a target for the cane the constable was now holding. God! The cane had to be close to a meter long. He could only imagine what a cane that long would do.

JESUS! he wailed. The constable had whipped the cane through the air, smiling as he saw the boy flinch. Alex flinched again as the constable did that a second time.

Oh God! the boy moaned as he saw the constable reach far back, winding himself up as he did so. Please don’t do this! He could see the constable tense. Oh God, please! PLEASE!

The constable’s whole body unwound as he swung.

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YAIEEOOOWHHH!! SHIT! FUCKING SHIT! SHIT!

Alex couldn’t believe the pain. The impact was like an electric shock, causing his entire torso to jerk up.

FUCK! Every muscle in his body had contracted, legs shooting up towards the ceiling. FUCK! The shock of the pain was incredible. The cane had slashed into the middle of his buttocks like a knife.

Alex writhed and twisted on the bench, trying desperately somehow to jerk away and escape. Oh, Jesus! The constable was reaching back for another. Please don’t do this! Please!

Oh, God! The constable had reached back so far. And was swinging. AIOOOOWGHHH!! FUCK!

That second one had cut into Alex’s sit spot, just above his crease. It felt like the cane had sliced his buttocks open, bloodily opening up his flesh. The pain was so unbelievable. He wondered if he’d be able to walk.

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The constable waited as the boy writhed and wailed, waiting until his feet were back on the floor. And then swung.

AAAOOOWHHH!! Another shriek. FUCK! The boy’s boxers were hanging off only one ankle now, waving like a flag as his feet frantically jerked back and forth.

Oh, Jesus! Alex wailed. Get me a doctor! I’m bleeding! He was sure his buttocks had been cut open. Please!

You’re not bleeding the constable snorted, reaching back for a fourth blow. Not yet, anyway.

Oh God! Please! Not again! The cane had arced way back. WAAIOOOOWHHH!! GOD! His legs were flailing, his boxers flying across the room. Oh, Jesus! This hurts so much!

Good! Ms Flaghorn jeered derisively. Maybe you’ll learn something.

Oh please! I can’t take this! Please! Alex was sobbing uncontrollably as the constable paused.

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Alex had broken down completely after the first few, sobbing and shrieking in pain as the cane kept slashing into him. The cane was so long! And hit so incredibly hard! The constable had kept aiming for the lower portion of his buttocks, progressively covering more and more of his pearly white flesh with angry red parallel welts.

Nothing like this had ever happened to Alex before. He’d never even imagined such pain.

The constable waited for Alex’s legs to fall back. Keep your legs down, boy. Or you’ll get another penalty with the strap.

Oh, please!

The youth had tried to keep himself under control, but had fallen apart after the first few. The constable had decided to pause after the seventh stroke until the teen’s legs stopped frantically windmilling.

You’re very skilled, Constable Ms Flaghorn said admiringly. You must do this often.

Not really, Ma’am. We’re fortunate in not having a huge amount of youth crime here in Windward, compared to other police districts in the U.K.

Well, however you get the practice, you’re clearly getting through to the boy. She smiled as she watched Alex sob. Too bad you can only give him four more.

Oh, I’ll make the last ones count the constable smiled too, seeing the boy’s legs finally drop back. Just watch me!

He’d decided to switch to diagonal strokes, starting with the next blow.

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The break had given Alex an opportunity to get his breathing somewhat under control. But he couldn’t stop sobbing as he watched the constable move to a different position. The cane had been so terrible. Constable Dunworth had laid it in so hard.

These are the ones that will really get to him Dunworth smirked. They never fail to get a good response.

Alex tensed as the constable reached back, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to block out what was about to happen. And then blinked open as he felt the cane lightly touch his trembling buttocks.

This is where the next one will go Dunworth told Ms Flaghorn with a smile. He’d laid the cane diagonally across both of the boy’s buttocks, the far end reaching down onto the top of the opposite thigh.

Oh, God! Alex moaned, not knowing what the new position meant. He could see the constable reaching back. God! he kept moaning fearfully, once again closing his eyes.

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YAIOOOOWHHH!! FUCK! FUCKING JESUS! FUCK! The cane had slashed diagonally across the throbbing parallel welts the earlier strokes had left, visibly drawing a little blood from some of the welts that it crossed.

Oh, Jesus! Alex wailed, legs flailing madly. AIEEOOOOWHHH!! Another diagonal blow.

Dunworth walked around to his other side before the next blow. A St Andrews cross he told Ms Flaghorn with a smile. Or will be, after the next two. He was reaching back for the first opposing diagonal.

Oh, my God! Alex sobbed. Dunworth had reached back so far. Oh, please! WAAOOOOWHHH!! FUCKING JESUS! The boy’s legs were flailing. Jesus! Oh, God! God!

Dunworth waited for the boy’s gyrations to abate. And then swung for the last time.

YAIEEEOOOWHHH! AAOOOWHH!! Oh, God! God!

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That was well done Ms Flaghorn smiled. Dunworth was putting away the cane. You should commend Constable Dunworth for his skill, Officer.

Yes the deputy smiled. That cross is certainly a classic pattern, Constable. Can you do that again next time?

I can certainly try Dunworth smirked, watching the youth sob.

What about the penalties? Mr Thorpe asked. It would be a lot more efficient if we could give him those now.

Can we do that? the deputy asked the constable.

Dunworth shook his head. The rules require a delay. And limit how much we can give him at a time. Strictly speaking, Sir, we should postpone the first strapping for a minimum of one or two hours. But it’s past five‑thirty, and we do have some discretion as to the length of the interval. Do you want to take a tea break and then give him the strap? That would save us having to meet tomorrow and the day after.

Mr Thorpe nodded. That would certainly be preferable.

Oh, please! Alex begged, still sobbing. You’ve given me so much! Don’t give me the strap too!

I suppose we could do as you suggest the deputy shrugged, ignoring Alex’s plea. He smiled. Let’s repair to my office. Given the time, I think I can offer something more hospitable than just tea.

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[10] The strap

Back some forty minutes later, the four panel members seemed remarkably convivial.

My, I do admire your work, Constable Dunworth Ms Flaghorn bubbled merrily, gazing at the crimson pattern of crisscrossed welts on Alex’s buttocks. I’m so looking forward to seeing what you can do to the boy with that strap.

Dunworth smiled. I just do my job, Ma’am. Nothing more.

Well, you do it impressively well. How much can he get in these carryover sessions? He’s got five penalties coming to him, I believe. Can he get those now?

He can’t get more than two now, Ms Flaghorn.

That’s so inefficient the businesswoman grimaced. Even in an extraordinary session?

Oh, that’s a point. You may be right. He checked in his copy of the Act. Yes, we can up that to three penalties now, three penalties the day after tomorrow.

Oh, good! So we can give him another one.

That’s right, Ma’am.

Oh, Jesus Alex moaned.

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Tied down over that bench while his punishers chatted and imbibed in the deputy’s office, the youth had thought of nothing but what was coming and how bad it would be.

He’d never imagined that the caning he’d get for his offence could be so bad, let alone that they could give him so much with a cane and then strap him as well. The caning had been so incredibly harsh. his buttocks still flaming from what the cane had done. He could scarcely conceive what a strap on top of that would do.

And the thick strap looked so terrible, easily thirty inches long. He knew Dunworth would swing hard. He could see the constable smile as he picked up the strap. Half a dozen of that strap ... On top of everything he’d already received ... Oh, God! The prospect was so awful.

Oh please! Alex pleaded, sobbing in anticipation. Oh Jesus! The constable was reaching back. Please!

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AIEEOOOOWHHH!! JESUS!! His legs had leapt for the ceiling. Oh, God! God!

What the strap did to the boy’s buttocks was even worse than he’d imagined. The constable was so strong, and had reached back so far. The impact of that first blow, smashing into welts left by the cane, was unbelievable. At least to Alex, anyway.

The strap was easily two inches wide. And so thick, too! Alex shuddered as Dunworth made a point of showing it to him before reaching back for a second blow. The first blow had made it only too clear what the strap was going to do to him.

The youth screamed in fear as the constable reached back. And kept on shrieking as two more blows of the strap smashed into him.

Dunworth gave them to him slowly, drawing out the punishment as the youth sobbed. Almost a minute had gone by before the second one landed, Alex beside himself as he waited in fear and anticipation. He shrieked as the strap slashed into him. And then shrieked again almost immediately, as the next one slammed into him without a pause.

The constable waited for Alex’s feet to return to the floor. And then waited even longer, smiling slightly as he saw Alex’s body trembling in anticipation.

Alex shrieked as more blows slammed into him. The pain was so terrible. Alex had never even imagined anything so bad.

The constable waited patiently for Alex to calm down. And then smiled nastily as he twisted and reached back. These are for what you did to Ms Rumpole, boy.

YAAIOOOOWHHH!! OH, JESUS! WAAIEEOOOOWHHH!! AAOOOWHH!! Dunworth had slammed three fast ones in, both just above the boy’s crease.

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What are you doing, Dunworth? the deputy said angrily. You gave him eleven! That’s two extra!

Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking, Sir. Or rather, I was, but of the lady he knocked over.

Good on you, Constable! Ms Flaghorn beamed. I like your spirit.

I don’t Mr Thorpe said brusquely. You’re being altogether too cavalier, Constable.

I apologize, Sir. My thoughts got the better of me. I know Ms Rumpole, Sir. She didn’t deserve what this boy did to her.

Oh well, I suppose that’s an understandable reaction.

Not if he wants to keep his job the deputy snapped. For goodness sake, Dunworth, don’t do that again. He glanced up at the video camera. Particularly with that camera looking on. We’re pushing the boundaries as it is.

Sorry, Sir. It was a mistake, Sir. Dunworth smiled as he looked down on the sobbing boy. Though you have to admit, Sir, he does deserve it.

He most certainly does Mr Thorpe nodded grimly. I agree with you there. He looked at the deputy. Can we make the followup session reasonably early in the morning on Wednesday? I’d appreciate it if we could do this before shops open.

I don’t see why not the deputy shrugged. Nine o’clock Wednesday? Everyone nodded. Fine, then. We’ll meet then.

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[11] The constable, at home afterwards

A good day? the constable’s wife smiled, getting her husband a beer.

Same old Dunworth shrugged. Where’s Drew?

Oh, out with his buddies again. The same three.

He’d better be minding what he does. I don’t like the crowd he goes with.

Here he is now. Drew had just come through the door.

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Hi, Dad! A high‑spirited grin. You cane that poofter yet?

If you mean the mayor’s son, yes. Why are you so interested in him?

Drew shrugged. Because he’s so fucking arrogant. He thinks he can get away with anything, just because he’s smart and the mayor’s son.

Well, he’s not getting away with much right now, I can tell you. He got a right painful beating today.

The cane?

That and the strap afterwards. The lay persons insisted on extra penalties.

Good for them! Drew grinned. You giving it to him hard?

Hard enough Dunworth shrugged curtly. With more to look forward to tomorrow, and another caning after that. You should show a bit more sympathy for the poor sod, Drew.

For that cocksucking bastard? There’s nothing poor about him, Dad. The cocksucker deserves every fucking stroke he gets from you.

Watch your mouth, boy! The constable glanced at his son angrily. I won’t have you talking in front of your mother like that.

Sorry, Dad. Drew’s mother was at the stove. Sorry, Mom!

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Dunworth looked at his son curiously. How come you’re so interested in what the Robson boy is getting? He’s no friend of yours, is he?

He sure as fuck isn’t. He’s a fucking gay.

What makes you say that? Has he made a pass at you?

Of course not! I just know. His son shrugged. The prick sells his ass to the teachers. That’s how he gets such good grades.

That’s ridiculous, Drew. He’s just smarter than you. Probably studies a lot harder, too.

He’s not that smart, Dad. If he were, he wouldn’t have fallen for ... He suddenly stopped, realizing that he was on the edge of saying too much.

His father looked at him quizzically. Fallen for what, Drew?

Oh, I don’t know Drew said evasively. Trying to rob that store, I guess.

You and your gang, were you somehow involved in that?

No, no. Of course not. How could we be?

Dunworth wondered, but didn’t pursue it.

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[12] Two days later (Wednesday morning)

Alex was alone. And scared. Those first sessions of summary punishment had opened his eyes to how much he could get. And what he would get again.

The carryover session that morning had been a nightmare, even before it had begun. His buttocks had been so tender — even before being marched naked into the punishment room for a second whipping with that strap.

He’d got so much on Monday. Eleven cuts of the cane. And then another eleven with a strap, less than an hour later. The cane had been so terrible. And the strap on top of that, sheer hell.

And now he’d got even more, in the second carryover session. Another nine of the strap, those bastards had decided. So fucking much! It had been just fucking awful!

And it would all happen again!

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His buttocks felt so battered and inflamed, so incredibly sore, even as he’d been taken from his cell.

He’d tried to wrestle free as he was pulled up off the ledge and manhandled into the corridor. Only to collapse in fear as the two policemen reminded him of what resistance would lead to. He’d let them tie him to the whipping bench without a fight, sobbing in terror as the constable went out to his side.

The nine blows of the strap had seemed to last forever. The constable waited easily half a minute or more between each blow, just enough time for Alex to feel their full effect before the next one slammed in. Each blow overlapped the ones before, slamming into flesh already on fire from what the previous lashes had done.

Compared to what he’d got two days before, the carryover was a relatively minor punishment. But only in amount. Each blow had slammed into buttocks already inflamed from what he’d already got two days earlier. The pain, the trauma ... It was so incredible!

Back in the cell afterwards, desperately clutching his buttocks, Alex couldn’t believe how bad the session had been. He’d never imagined before any of this had happened that punishment could be so painful.

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[13] Local publicity

From the Wednesday Windward Gazette, an incomplete account:

MAYOR’S SON PUNISHED BY POLICE

Young Alex Robson, caught attempting to rob a local Tesco’s last weekend, received his first punishment Monday. The fifteen‑year‑old son of Mayor Tom Robson is to receive twenty-one lashes of a rattan cane on his buttocks, fifteen for the robbery attempt and the rest for fighting the police while being put over the whipping bench. An officer was slightly injured during the struggle, sources told our reporter.

The canings the teen is receiving were decided by a panel that included two prominent local merchants, Police Chief Duggan said at the briefing. The four‑member panel was unanimous in agreeing on the boy’s punishment.

One of them, William Thorpe, the chair of the recently appointed Police Advisory Board, was present to back up the Chief’s statement. The boy went out of his way to earn punishment Mr Thorpe emphasized. His lashing out at the officers restraining him was entirely unprovoked. Though severe — the punishments he’s receiving are the maximum the Act permits — the canings the panel awarded are appropriate in the circumstances. They are what any teenager should expect for doing something stupid like this.

More to come

The youth received the first eleven strokes of his caning on Monday. He will remain in jail here in Windward until he receives the remainder of his punishment for the robbery — another ten of the cane — early next week.

Following that punishment, he will be transferred to the regional youth court in Durham, where he will be sentenced to a third caning for injuring a 79‑year‑old woman while attempting to run out from the store with his booty. Ms Emily Rumpole, the woman the teen assaulted, is recovering in St Maud’s Hospital.

Mayor Robson consented to information about his son’s punishment being released so that other youths will learn from it, the police chief told the press. The canings the boy is receiving are being publicized in local schools.

Reached for comment afterwards, the mayor refused to say anything about the amount of punishment his son is getting, saying that was entirely in the hands of the police and the court. Needless to say, this is a very hard lesson for Alex he said in a brief statement. I don’t know what impulse prompted my son to do what he did, let alone trigger more punishment while in custody. But I know he’s a good lad; he will certainly learn from this.

I’m letting what he’s getting be publicized in the hope it will deter other youths from similar juvenile crimes the mayor said in response to a question. It’s important that teenagers and their parents understand that youth crimes will not be tolerated by the police here in Windward. No teenager is exempt from punishment, even if that teenager is my son.

[14] Waiting for more

A doctor had given Alex a cursory look‑over Wednesday afternoon, hours after that second session of the strap.

You’re fine the doctor had told him with a smile. Just a good dose of well‑administered punishment. The welts will subside. Absolutely nothing to worry about, no reason to delay your next session.

No permanent injuries? Alex had asked, surprised. I was sure my ass got sliced open by the cane.

Just your imagination, boy the doctor said cheerfully. Your buttocks will be in perfect shape for more, by the time you meet the cane again.

How soon will that be?

Oh, not before Monday at the earliest, given the amount you received. The doctor had grinned as he left. You’ll know when you get it, boy.

That was the longest conversation Alex had with anybody before being taken once again, early the following Monday morning, back to the punishment room.

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The second caning was unbearable, even worse than the first one had been. Maybe because he knew by then what it would be like.

His buttocks had still been sorely bruised, even after multiple days of waiting. And Dunworth had somehow gained even more strength, each blow slashing into him with such power. Maybe it was so bad because he knew what to expect. Except that he actually hadn’t. The pain had been so much worse. He could hardly walk as he was taken back to his cell.

And then again hours later, after the shops had closed that evening, another carryover session for penalties. Another encounter with the strap, six more painful blows. The two lay members of the panel had insisted on the additional penalties, after he’d made the mistake of telling them what he thought of them.

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The pain in his buttocks afterwards was overrpowering. He lay on his belly on the steel bench in his cell, the only thing other than the cold floor on which he could lie. Every time he moved, pain shot through his body.

He was alone, lonely and miserable. With nothing to look forward to but a repeat of everything he’d just experienced, once he was transferred to Durham. It would be worse than a repeat, a guard had told him. Prisons used a longer cane, he was told. And a heavier strap.

At least it was over in Windward, after that last strapping.

But not over in his mind. The punishments he’d received kept recurring in his thoughts — and in his dreams. He kept reliving them in his mind, replaying every moment of terror over and over.There was nothing else to do, he was so utterly alone.

He kept continuing to dream about the punishment in nightmares during fitful sleep that night. Even through his jeans, every fresh contact his buttocks made with the metal sleeping ledge was like touching a live electrical feed. He kept jerking awake in pain each time he shifted position, imagining in his dreams that he was being caned and strapped once again.

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The next morning — Tuesday morning — was little better. There was nothing to divert him; the neighbouring cells were empty. The pain in his buttocks was so all‑consuming, it was so impossible to ignore. Almost impossible to think of anything else.

And the effect of ten days of solitary existence in that cell was so awful. Nobody to talk to. Nothing to do except think about what was coming.

His mind kept jumping ahead to what would happen at the youth court in Durham. But somehow that seemed too far away to spend much time worrying about. Certainly not compared to the immediacy of what he’d received here, anyway. Even after so many hours, the pain still in his buttocks still dominated everything. But he knew that more could be coming. The court hearing would be a challenge. It was a worry, no matter what he told himself.

It was even more of a worry later that morning, when he was transported to the regional youth prison in Durham to await his court hearing on the assault charge.

He hoped he was doing the right thing by appealing to the youth court. He’d not had contact with anybody other than warders or punishers since just before his first punishment. There’d been nobody he could turn to, even if he’d wanted to change his mind.

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At least now in the Durham youth prison he was in solitary, away from other prisoners.

He’d been put in a holding area when he first arrived, alone with two frighteningly tough older youths. They’d come onto him as soon as the guards left, grinning at his fear and recognizing him as prey. The two of them had boxed him into a corner, feeling him up and slapping him. He was sure they’d both have raped him if he’d been left with them much longer.

His buttocks still burned from what their slaps had reawakened. His prick was still hard, too. The encounter had somehow turned him on, which had only increased the fervor of the other two. He’d been moved into a solitary cell only just in time.

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[15] The youth court

He was before the youth court Wednesday afternoon, looking up at the three magistrates.

Why is this boy here, Mr Brown? the presiding magistrate asked Alex’s lawyer testily. On the facts before us, this seems an open and shut case. He’s already received summary punishment for the robbery attempt, has he not?

That’s correct, Sir. The facts are not in dispute, neither for the robbery nor for the assault case before you. He is here because he wishes to protest his innocence in the assault case. He never meant to harm the lady he ran into, Sir. He will plead that what happened to her was an accident.

It was the consequence of a crime, occurring in the process of committing that crime, was it not?

Yes, Sir, I know what you are saying. The law is quite clear. He is here in spite of my advice.

The boy has been advised on the law?

Yes, Sir. More than once.

The magistrate looked down at the charge sheet. He is not the consenting party, so I suppose his knowledge isn’t really relevant. Is his father or mother here?

Yes, Sir. His father, the mayor of Windward.

Then his father, as mayor, should be conversant with the law. I presume you have advised him as well as the boy?

Of course, Sir.

I will hear from the boy’s father. Would you come forward, Sir?

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You surely are aware of the law applying in this case, Mr Robson. And aware of your potential liability in the event we sentence the boy here, as we are obliged to do.

Yes Sir, I am.

And that being here can mean extra punishment for your son, too.

That too, Sir. Mr Brown and I have both warned Alex of that.

Nevertheless, you and he are here? In spite of knowing what that will mean for the boy?

My son is old enough to make his own decisions, Sir, regardless of the letter of the law. He believes he is innocent of the offence, Sir, and wishes his argument to be heard. He asked me to withhold consent to summary punishment so that he could argue his innocence before you. I have deferred to his wishes.

But he is under sixteen and you therefore bore the responsibility to consent on his behalf. I presume that as an elected official you understand the motivation for the Act and for the penalties that can be imposed for an unnecessary appearance.

Yes Sir, I do. I know you can fine me for not providing consent, should you decide to sentence my son.

Have you the slightest doubt that we will do so? Indeed, are required to?

That is for you to determine, Sir, after you hear what Alex has to say.

Very well. We will hear from your son after we hear from the Crown. Mr Oxley?

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The Crown prosecutor stood. I have little to add, Sir, other than that the victim suffered serious harm. She is still being kept in hospital under observation because of fears of concussion, heart issues, and other complications.

Even after more than a week?

That’s correct, Sir. Her health is poor, she is quite frail.

Any mitigating factors, Mr Oxley?

Quite the reverse, Sir. The offender was brandishing a replica gun when he cannoned into Ms Rumpole. The shock contributed to her difficulties. Under the circumstances, the Crown urges the severest possible punishment.

Thank you. He looked at his two colleagues. Any questions? They both shook their heads.

Very well, you may step down. He turned to the youth. We will hear from you now.

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Alex was unsure of how to begin. How do you wish me to proceed, Sir? As my father’s lawyer told you, I do not dispute the facts. I did attempt to rob the Tesco store — I did it on a stupid dare — and have received punishment for that.

And did injure an elderly lady, in the process of committing that foolish crime.

Yes Sir, that’s correct. I am very sorry for what happened to Ms Rumpole, I’d do anything to make that up to her. But it was an accident, Sir. I did not mean to harm her. I tripped and fell into her.

While running away to avoid being caught. Waving a weapon, too, a replica gun.

Alex grimaced as he nodded. Yes, Sir. I’m not sure when I dropped it. But all you say otherwise is true. He looked at the magistrate warily. It was an accident, Sir. I don’t believe I should be blamed.

Is that all you have to say?

Alex shrugged. Is there anything you wish me to add, Sir? I asked to appear here because I know your job is to provide justice. The Windward police wouldn’t even listen to me.

You seem intelligent, boy. Did Mr Brown not instruct you as to the law?

He did, Sir. He advised me to accept summary punishment for what happened, said I’d only get more if I forced this court appearance. My father gave me the same advice, through Mr Brown.

They were right. Are you also aware that the law mandates additional punishment for bringing the matter here and taking up our time?

Yes, Sir. I’m aware of that too, Sir. But only if you do find me guilty of assault. I don’t believe I am.

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The magistrate looked at his fellow judges. Anybody else?

Yes one of them nodded. I would like to ask the boy if he understands that an assault committed in the process of committing a crime is deemed criminal assault by the law, regardless of intent.

I believe I do, Sir Alex replied. But in this case it was an accident, not a premeditated assault. Blaming me is unfair.

Who would you blame, boy? Ms Rumpole, for being in your way?

No, Sir. Of course not. As I said, Sir, it was an accident.

An accidental unintended assault, perhaps. But one that was clearly a by‑product of the crime, occurring while it was in process. It would not have happened had you not been running from the scene of the robbery attempt. Is that not true?

Alex grimaced. I suppose you could say that, Sir.

You just suppose?

I’m sorry, Sir. You are correct. The accident wouldn’t have occurred otherwise. Alex bit his lip. I think I see the logic of where you are going, Sir. The magistrate was just confirming what the lawyer had told him earlier. I just didn’t mean for any of that to happen.

I’m glad you do see, boy. Intended or not, it was criminal assault under the law. You are responsible for what happened, both in fact and in the eyes of the law. You injured Ms Rumpole in the process of committing a crime and must now pay the price.

His questioner looked back at the presiding magistrate. I have no more questions.

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The magistrates conferred briefly. Then the presiding magistrate spoke.

On the facts before us, Alex Robson, the law requires us to find you guilty of criminal assault. We accept your submission that what you did to Ms Rumpole was unintended, and will consequently make your sentence less than the usual norm. However, we also take into account the facts raised in the Crown’s submission. We sentence you to eleven strokes of a cane for the assault.

So much? Alex blanched. Excuse me, Sir. I know I may not speak.

No, you may not. That sentence is minimally above the lower limit set out in section 7(f) of the Act. You are fortunate to have been charged only with petty assault. You could have received a much higher sentence if your assault had resulted in more serious injuries.

The magistrate looked at the clerk. How much has he received in summary punishment for concurrent offences?

Fifteen strokes on two qualifying charges, Sir, resulting in a total combined punishment of twenty‑six strokes. The clerk looked at his records. He was also punished in Windward for Section 11A and 11B offences, but those don’t affect the calculation. The total is enough to qualify for a section 6F adjustment, Sir, but your sentence isn’t. He looked up. So no reduction.

Very well. Eleven strokes it remains.

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The prosecutor stood up.

You wish to address the court, Mr Oxley?

Yes, Sir. Merely to point out that the sentence is excessively lenient given the severity of the injuries suffered by the victim.

You wish us to increase the punishment?

Yes, Sir. The victim is old and frail. I submit that her distress should be given more weight. The assault was not petty for her, Sir. Section 7D(c) should apply.

You want us to up our sentence to twenty-one?

Yes, Sir. At a minimum.

The magistrate looked at his peers, who both shook their heads.

We have made our decision, Mr Oxley. Our sentence stands.

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The magistrate turned back to Alex. I now turn to the section 6B penalty. You brought this case here in full knowledge of the penalty the law prescribes for an unnecessary court appearance. We see no reason to mitigate that penalty and therefore sentence you to the additional five strokes specified by that section. The punishments may be combined.

He turned to Alex’s father. Mayor Robson, we recognize that your son is almost sixteen and understand your desire to respect your son’s decision on consent. Nevertheless, you had a responsibility to act in conformity with the law and did not do so. We fine you £50 for not consenting to the summary punishment your son should have received.

He looked back at Alex. I hope you will take the right lesson from this, boy. You will recover from the punishment, and hopefully Ms Rumpole will recover too. You are, I think, too intelligent to do something like this a second time. He smiled. If we do see you again in this court, I hope it will be as an advocate and not as a repeat offender.

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[16] Back in prison

To his surprise, upon his return to prison, Alex was put in a cell with another prisoner, the taller of the two prisoners Alex had encountered before.

I thought I was supposed to be kept in solitary Alex complained. You can’t put me in with this clown. He’s a fucking menace.

Sorry the warder shrugged. The cell block for youths — the one you were in — is being power‑washed and the job isn’t finished, so we’re temporarily short of space. He grinned at the other prisoner. I think you’ll get along together.

Oh, we will the other prisoner grinned back, looking Alex up and down. We very definitely will.

I want to see the prison governor Alex demanded.

You’ll see him tomorrow.

I want to file a complaint. I will too, if you don’t move me into a private cell right now.

Will you now the warder smiled. You can file all the complaints you like, boy, when you see the governor tomorrow morning.

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Alone with the other prisoner later that evening, Alex huddled in a corner.

You’re not very sociable his cellmate smirked, sitting beside him. He put his hand on Alex’s thigh. I’m Rafe.

Yeah, you told me earlier. Take your hand away, please.

Oh, don’t be so unsociable. What are you getting tomorrow?

I don’t know Alex shuddered. The court sentenced me to sixteen.

That’s all? the cellmate grinned. That’s nothing, compared to what I’ll get. It’s my third time. I’ll be lucky if I only get thirty.

Really? Alex was curious. What are you in for?

Oh, nothing you want to know about.

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He smiled and pulled Alex into a hug. You’re a pretty neat kid. How old are you?

Fifteen. Almost sixteen. He struggled to get free. How old are you?

Almost eighteen. He was looking at Alex closely. You’re from Windward, right? He grinned when Alex nodded. I thought I recognized you. You’re the kid that won all those book prizes last year.

You’re from Windward too?

I sure am. Even the same school, at least when I’m not in jail. His hand was all over Alex now. We’re lucky they put us together. His hand was moving onto Alex’s groin. You’ve got a really sexy body. You’re going to be good, really good.

Alex pushed the hand away. We’d better not do this.

Oh, it’s perfectly safe. They hardly ever check, and never after we’ve been fed. He grinned as his hand returned to feel Alex’s growing hard‑on. Besides, all they can do is strap us. It’s not the end of the world.

Maybe not for you. Oh, God! Rafe had unzipped Alex’s coveralls and dropped down on him. Oh, wow! Rafe’s lips had swallowed Alex’s hard member. Fucking wow!

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[17] The governor

Alex and Rafe were standing before the prison governor the next morning.

He looked at Alex scornfully. I understand you complained about your accommodation.

Yes, Sir Alex shrugged. I’d thought I was supposed to be in a solitary cell.

Sounds like you made the best of it. His sneer deepened as he glanced at Alex’s cellmate. You’ve done this before, Claxton, haven’t you?

I don’t know what you mean, Sir.

Oh, I think you do. He looked back at Alex. Was the sex consensual, boy? Or did Claxton force himself on you?

Alex shrugged. It certainly wasn’t rape, Sir, if that’s what you’re asking.

It is when you’re under sixteen. He smirked as he looked at Rafe. You’re going back to court, Claxton. Another two years for you, minimum.

Surely not! Alex said in surprise.

That’s the normal minimum for statutory rape at his age the governor sneered. That and a second potential caning, during the second year of confinement.

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Alex shook his head. You’ve got it all wrong, Sir. It wasn’t anything like what you’re saying. We were just sleeping together on that ledge. There was no other place to sleep in the cell. We had to be together.

That’s right, Sir. Rafe was grinning. We were sound asleep, Sir. Totally unaware.

Don’t lie to me, you two, or you’ll both get more punishment. He looked at the warder. You saw them at it this morning, you told me.

That’s right the warder smirked. Both buck naked and humping like rabbits. Or at least Claxton was. The boy was on his back, his legs up in the air, pulling Claxton into his ass like a bitch in heat.

That’s a fucking lie! Alex protested angrily. The bastard’s making that up.

Watch your tongue, boy. You’re dangerously close to getting punished for your disrespect.

I don’t give a shit! We were just sleeping together.

Naked? With no cover?

I was hot.

I bet you were. Admit it, boy. You and Claxton were engaged in illicit sex.

Not true! You’re a fucking cretin if you believe that.

That’s right! Rafe grinned. He couldn’t help laughing. A fuckin’ cretin! That’s rich, kid! You’re a poet.

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The governor looked at his assistant. They’re really asking for it, Brockton. What’s the most we can give them as administrative punishments for their obstructiveness?

Seven of the strap for the boy, Sir. Nine for the older one.

Good. Have Foxwell give them that and bring them back this afternoon. We’ll see if a little encouragement makes them more willing to tell the truth.

I’ve told you the truth! Alex protested. You bastards can’t do this to us!

No? the governor jeered. Tell Foxwell to add a penalty to the boy’s punishment for his disrespectful language, Brockton. Perhaps ten of the strap will give him a better idea of what we can do.

You’re such an optimist the assistant grinned.

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[18] Later that afternoon

Back in their cell, Alex was sobbing as Rafe held him. The strap had been slammed in so many times, with even more power than back in Windward. It was longer and thicker than what he’d experienced back there. The guard who’d applied it had done so with skill as well as power. And his buttocks had already been so sore.

My ass hurts so much, Rafe. So fucking much!

Be brave, Alex. You’re such a neat kid. He pulled Alex to him and kissed him tenderly. You were fucking great before the governor. You really are a brave kid.

Not really Alex sighed. But I couldn’t let them jail you for fucking me, Rafe. I just couldn’t!

I owe you Rafe acknowledged. And I’m grateful. He grinned and hugged Alex again. God, you have a pretty face, kid. Almost as beautiful as your bum!

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Alex was before the governor towards the end of the day.

The governor’s smile was ominous. Are you ready to tell the truth now, boy? About what you and that oversexed youth did together last night?

I told you the truth, Sir Alex said obstinately. Nothing inappropriate happened.

You heard what my guard testified this morning. Do you still deny what he saw?

Of course. He’s a fucking liar.

Or you are.

That’s right, Sir. One of us is. And you’ve got fuck‑all in the way of evidence to prove which one. Your guy set Rafe and me up, trying to entrap us. That’s why he had us put together. The excuse about lack of space was just that, an excuse.

He looked at the governor derisively. What you or the guard did was a gross violation of the rules. That’s what I’ll tell a court if you pursue this.

All right, boy, I won’t waste more time on this. You were sentenced to sixteen strokes by the court and I’m adding another six of the cane for lying to me, the maximum the law allows. Make what he’s getting two sessions of eleven, Brockton. Plus penalties each time for his disrespect and insolence.

You can’t do that! That’s what I got in Windward!

You bet I can do that, boy. Fuck! He’s lied to me twice, Brockton, both this morning and now. He should get an additional punishment. We can give him a second punishment for a second attempt to lie, right? The assistant nodded. Give him another six of the cane, right now.

You fucking bastard! Alex couldn’t help spitting.

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Plus another penalty? the aide smiled.

He certainly does seem to be asking for it the governor smiled back. Tell Foxwell to double the penalties he gets in overflow sessions. And give him two penalties along with the punishment for lying. He looked at the boy contemptuously. Perhaps that will satisfy his craving for punishment.

You’re a fucking bloody sadist the youth couldn’t help jeering bitterly. You get off on this, don’t you?

God! the aide laughed. He just doesn’t stop asking for it.

Well, we can accommodate him the governor smiled. We’ve not given him the administrative punishment he deserves for sleeping naked with another man. Have him given that Friday, along with another penalty. You’d better give that to the other youth, too.

You can’t do that! Alex protested in alarm.

Oh, you’ll find out what I can do, boy. You let that other prisoner do what he wanted with your ass. You should get more, for doing that.

That’s not true! You’re a fucking sadist!

You’re lying again. I’ve had it with this boy, Brockton. He’s flaunting his lies. He really should get more of the cane for that.

You bastard! Alex spat.

The law only allows two punishments for lying.

Oh, I know. We’ll just have to make that up with more penalties. Give him two more.

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He saw his assistant grimace. A problem?

Just that giving him all that will run us into a time‑consuming section 11F review, Sir. We’re violating just about every limit in that section.

We can handle it. The boy has clearly earned the extra punishment. Just make sure Frank in the Director General’s office is informed well before the boy gets it all. They like to know in advance, so they have the ability to intervene. He smirked. Co-opts them, before they know all the details.

Okay, Sir Brockton grimaced. You’re the boss. But I wouldn’t give him so much. He shrugged. There’s already talk of replacing governors that don’t respect the punishment reductions in the new law, Sir. I wouldn’t risk it.

Oh, I don’t think there’s all that much of a risk in this case. Ask Frank if he thinks there’s a problem. We can drop some of the penalties if he thinks it’s too much. You handle it.

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What about the timing? Do you really want him to get the additional caning for lying right now?

Absolutely. He looked at the boy derisively. He deserves it.

Alex looked at him in dismay. You can’t do this! I want to appeal!

To whom? The court that sentenced you? The governor snorted contemptuously. You want to earn additional punishment for perjury, by lying to them too? More jail time as well? You want to take that risk?

The youth hadn’t thought of that. It’s just not fair!

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What about the second AP? That was the assistant, again. Do you really want him to get that as soon as Friday?

The governor shrugged. Friday, Saturday, or Monday. Whatever the doctor approves.

That’ll push his second court-ordered punishment into the week after next.

Fine, so he stays with us a little longer. He looked at Alex scornfully. You’re going to be here long enough to give us lots of time to further your education, boy. You’re going to learn that lying and disrespect are not tolerated here.

Alex looked at him venomously. You’re such a bastard.

The governor laughed. He’s incorrigible, Brockton. He just keeps asking for more.

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[19] Back in Windward

It was a couple of weeks later, two days after the last caning, when Alex was finally released.

He couldn’t help sobbing as he fell into his father’s arms outside the prison. You were so right in your advice, Dad. What I got here in Durham was so awful! I should never have ignored what you said. I got so fucking much!

You shouldn’t have tried to rob that store, either. What the hell got into you back then?

Oh God, I don’t know Alex sobbed. Stupidity, I guess. He sighed. God, was I ever stupid!

Russell told me you’d said you were put up to it.

Yeah, well, I didn’t need to do what they told me, did I?

No, you sure didn’t.

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He looked at his son fondly. You up to doing me a huge favor?

Anything! Though I’m not sure I should thank you for letting me screw myself. He shrugged. By turning down that summary punishment, I mean.

I know what you mean his father smiled. I was proud of you there in that court, Alex. You handled yourself honorably and ably. Even if you were a fool to be there.

That’s a compliment? Alex laughed.

Take it as you will his father smiled again. You still haven’t answered my question about doing me a favor.

I thought I did. What would you like me to do?

Apologize to Ms Rumpole. He snorted. At her place, this afternoon, on TV.

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Ms Rumpole was all sweetness when Alex apologized. Oh, don’t worry. The wrist will heal. She smiled. I think what you got may have hurt you a lot more.

Alex winced. I deserved it, I guess. He sighed. You’re right, though. It was pretty bad. I’ll feel it for a good while.

How much did you get in Durham? That was the youngest of the three reporters.

Enough to make me never want to experience anything like that ever again, believe me.

More than a dozen of the cane, on that pretty bum of yours? the reporter joked.

A lot more than a dozen, if you really want to know. Easily double that.

Seriously? In addition to what you got here? The reporter looked at him in astonishment. You’ve got to be kidding.

I’m not. But let’s not talk about that now.

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He looked at the elderly lady. What I want to talk about is what I can do to help you, Ms Rumpole. Now that I’m home, I’ll do everything you can’t do, until that wrist fully heals.

Do you mean that, boy? I tell you, I could use some help.

Whatever you want or need, Ms Rumpole, whenever I’m not at school. I owe you for what I did to you. I’ll start working just as soon as these people leave.

Oh, you are a sweet boy she smiled. Do you really mean it?

Yes, I do. Alex nodded. You should never have had to go through what I unintentionally did to you. The least I can do is give you what help I can.

Oh, that’s marvellous. She looked at Alex with a mischievous smile. You can start with the kitchen and the yard.

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[20] Some weeks later

It’s for you, Alex. His mother was holding out the phone.

Alex took it and spoke into it. Yes?

Oh wow, it is you. Remember me? Rafe Claxton? From that jail?

Oh, gosh! Of course I do. Where are you? Are you back in Windward?

Yeah, I got released earlier today. Any chance of seeing you? Like soon?

Fuck, yes! He saw his mother watching. Give me your number. I’ll call you back.

Rafe gave him the number. I so much want to see you again, Alex.

I do too. Fuck! How about right now?

Fantastic! How about meeting in that park by the river? You know the old stone bridge? The one that leads across into the forest? I can be there in five minutes.

Perfect! Alex grinned. I’ll see you as fast as my bike can get me there.

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An old friend? his mother asked.

A really good friend. He kissed his mother. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.

It was longer than that. A lot longer, as it turned out.

Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 07 Jul 2021