A short story depicting a girl’s judicial punishment. By a new writer to us.

By Christopher Elieson

“Ow!” cried the teenage girl as a sharp, stinging pain erupted on her bum. “That hurts!”

Sarah Saleh looked over her right shoulder and, out of the corner of her eye, caught a glimpse of what had just stung her. A heavyset female guard stood directly behind her, brandishing what resembled a thin, long yellow stick with a curve at the end. Could that have been the ‘cane’ she heard so much about? Sarah shuddered at the sight of it. Being hit with that thing was like being stung by half a dozen bees, all attacking at once.

Sarah turned her head away and wiggled from side to side, hoping to at least alleviate some of the pain. She pulled against the straps that bound her wrists and ankles to the table. Surprisingly enough, they were comfortable, unlike those handcuffs that had been slapped on her wrists about a week or two ago.

“Come on,” she demanded, with a hint of desperation in her voice. “You let me go!”

The guard did not respond. Sarah stopped struggling and placed her face down on the table. She could barely make out a hiss of air, followed by a loud Thwack!

“Aah!” She cried. “Ow!”

Tears began to form in Sarah’s eyes. How much more of this could she take? At least she did not have to strip completely naked. It would have been embarrassing, especially in front of a man. To her relief, she only had to wear a one-piece bathing suit, the same one she had been arrested in.

Sarah closed her eye tight and took a deep breath. Maybe she could mentally block out the pain.

As soon as she exhaled, she heard that familiar hiss of air, followed by a loud Thwack!

“OW!!!” Sarah screeched as a loud, stinging pain erupted on another part of her bum.

“Punishment is concluded,” called out a male voice coming from her left hand side.

Sarah turned her head and saw the male officer, carrying a clipboard. He was the one recording the whole proceeding. He looked down impassively at her, and then at the female officer. “Take her back to her room,” he ordered.

Sarah watched passively as he walked over to Sarah and undid the straps around her wrists, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God the punishment was over.

The female officer gingerly pulled Sarah from the table and helped her to her feet. The floor felt cold to Sarah’s bare feet, but she did not care. The caning was worse, which left her with a sore bum. How long would this pain last?

As the female officer helped her out of the punishment room, the male officer called out after her. “That will teach you to trespass and break into pools!”

Sarah did not reply. Instead, she lifted her head up and looked straight ahead. Just one more day, and she would have a fresh start, with this nightmare behind her.

The End

© Christopher Elieson 2017