by Jack Crawford
It's a New World
The female police officer smirked knowingly at Mr. Charles A. Davenport III as he looked up from his lunch in the member's only dining room of Burning Branch Country Club. The 26-year-old Davenport was miffed at the interruption, but his two associates were stunned into silence when the attractive police officer identified Charles, handed him an official looking document and stated smugly, "You've been served."
Clearly, it was a legal summons of some sort, but as Charlie (to his friends) opened the folded paper, those friends exchanged worried glances. They had each noticed that the officer who had served Charlie wore the uniform of an officer of WHAC, or the Women's Health Administrative Court. They turned their attention to Charlie who was now scoffing as he refolded the document and stuffed it into his suit pocket.
"Seems I have been summoned to court," Charlie said with little concern.
"Yeah," clarified one of the friends, who then lowered his voice to a loud whisper, "the Women's Court. You can't mess around with that!"
Again, Charlie scoffed and replied, "I am sure it is a misunderstanding that I can clear up. If not, I'll get my father involved and he'll clean it up."
The other friend leaned over and hissed in his own loud whisper, "Don't fuck around with this, Charlie! We all know guys who have run afoul of the WHAC and were disciplined in open court. Remember Ronald? He patted the rear end of his secretary and is still in a reeducation camp. This is serious!"
Indeed, it was serious. As has so often happened throughout history, centuries of customs and rituals had been turned on their ear. A male dominated world existed; then, the pendulum had swung. On the surface, everything appeared normal and wholly rational... but reality is much more than what appears on the surface.
Charles A. Davenport III, stood sheepishly as his attorney rose and beckoned him to join her. They stood behind the defense table adjacent to the complainant and her attorney who was already standing. The judge looked down from the bench in resplendent robes and peered at Charles over her dark rimmed glasses. As she appraised him, Charlie felt the odd mix of apprehension coupled with a familiar scent of a popular perfume. The blonde-haired judge spoke with a grating nasal tone that was both annoying and intimidating.
"I understand there has been a settlement reached regarding this complaint."
Charlie's attention snapped back to the scene in the courtroom; the scene which was all about him.
The judge paused as both attorneys replied in the affirmative. The judge continued, "You both know that this court is serious about the matters brought before it and will require proof that both sides have fulfilled the proposed agreement."
"Your Honor, if I may?" asked the complainant's attorney as she upheld a document in her hand.
With an imperious wave of her hand, the judge gave a 'give it to me' gesture and the attorney strode purposefully towards the bench and handed it to her Honor. After glancing through the document, the judge peered once again over her glasses and glared at Charles. "You agree to this completely?" she asked. "And you understand that this court has the right, even the obligation, to amend the agreement in any fashion, ex parte?"
It took a moment to find his voice, but the normally oh-so-full-of-himself Charles nodded and said, "Yes, Your Honor." This earned him another long glare from the bench. Her Honor's intense scowl seemed to indicate a high level of skepticism.
Then the judge looked down at the document, uttered a grunt of approval and signed her name to the document. "Entered and so ordered," she barked. Looking up again, she added, "You have one week to complete and submit proof to this court." Then, with a bang of her gavel she said, "Court adjourned!" There was a collective groan of disappointment from the court room gallery. The fireworks they had been expecting in court today were not going to happen.
The gallery had been packed with voyeurs for what they had all expected: a humiliating and thorough spanking of Charles A. Davenport III. Charlie's carefree lifestyle was regularly chronicled in the society columns of the local newspaper. Some were envious of his wealth and lifestyle while others had been eagerly awaiting the comeuppance they believed he so richly deserved, if for no other reason than he had access to enviable wealth that they did not. Either way, the room was filled with disappointment as the quasi-celebrity seemed to skate yet again.
After a momentary sigh of relief on Charles' part, there was a realization that there was more he had to do as his attorney turned to him. "Let's get this scheduled and over with," she said, "it's best not to drag things out."
The two attorneys chatted quietly for a moment and Charles' attorney came back to him. "Friday at noon, in your Executive Conference Room," she said, looking at Charles with a mix of sympathy and loathing as she added, "I will be one of the 20 witnesses and will make certain there is an adequate record to submit to the court. You make sure that you have a certified check for $20,000 payable to Miss Ordonez."
The court drama was over, but even as he nodded his understanding, Charlie's real ordeal was just starting.
Try as he might, the spoiled, entitled Vice President of Davis Enterprises realized that Friday had arrived. His father (the founder of Davis Enterprises) was aware of his son's predicament and had conveniently been forced to take a business trip out of town. The father was smart enough to know he did not want any collateral damage from his son's latest petulant behavior.
Charlie stood outside the conference room door on the top floor of the office building the company occupied. He had already ensured that everyone supposed to be working on that floor was elsewhere and it was an eerie feeling being all alone and staring at the heavy double doors of the Executive Conference Room. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the $20,000 check made out to Miss Ordonez, his accuser. It was at this point that Charlie admitted to himself she was not just an accuser, but also a victim. At least as far as the Women's Health Administrative Court was concerned, she was a victim. Charlie still bitterly felt he was the one who had been abused by a lopsided and unfair system.
Steeling himself for his ordeal, Charlie swept open the double doors and strode into the conference room, resolutely waving the cashier's check in hand. His initial bravado evaporated instantly as he scanned the room.
Reality was a bitch. Sitting in the big leather chairs were twenty women. Charlie quickly scanned the faces and recognized, first, of course, Miss Ordonez who was smirking at him. She was the one woman standing and her arms were crossed. One hand held a big, black oval backed hairbrush that she was menacingly tapping against herself in anticipation of its role. The other women included his attorney, Ordonez's attorney and 17 other women from Davis Enterprises. His own mother had been invited as a witness, but she declined, not because she could not imagine her darling son being subjected to such treatment, but rather she could imagine the condemnation from the other women for failing to raise a better young man.
Charlie recognized most of them, although he could probably only identify a handful by name. Most of them caused various flashes of mental images. He could instantly recall thoughts of various body parts from each of these women as well as specific instances in which he had either commented about or inappropriately touched them. He blushed hotly as the recollections flooded his mind.
The women seated in the room assumed Charlie's sudden blush came from one of two factors. Either he had suddenly realized the enormity of what was about to happen in front of all these witnesses or he had seen the video camera set up in the corner, already running to capture the proceedings for court verification. Charlie had, indeed, seen the camera and his immediate thought had been the shock realization that his ordeal was going to be splashed all over the internet.
Frozen in place, Charlie was the personification of a deer in the headlights. Once he shook off the shock, he motioned with his finger to his attorney. She gave a knowing grimace to her counterpart, slightly shook her head as she stood up and then walked to her client. Charlie pulled her out into the hallway out of the conference room.
"I can't do this in front of all those women," he whined to his attorney.
"You don't have a choice," she replied firmly. "It was the best deal we could get and you know it. If you back out now, or even hesitate, the judge will intervene and you really don't want that." After a pause to see if her client had anything to add, she asked, "Would you rather suffer this - and probably much more - in open court?"
Charlie bit his lip and shook his head.
"Then get your butt in there," admonished his counselor, "and take your medicine like a man." She pulled the check from his fingers. "I'll give this to Miss Ordonez and tell her you weren't sure about the procedure. Maybe the judge will buy that as a reason for your reticence." Then, with a huff, the attorney spun on her expensive heels and disappeared into the conference room. The soles of her shoes flashed brilliant red, a harbinger, Charlie thought, of the state of his backside to come all too soon.
When Charlie reentered the room, Miss Ordonez was just closing her purse as she put up the cashier's check. Doing his best to overcome the waves of worry and shame, Charlie looked at his accuser (the victim!) and tried to smile bravely. "Shall we get this over with?" he asked with more confidence than he felt.
Miss Ordonez said nothing as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She sat down in a simple straight-backed chair that was armless, snickering to herself as she realized she had just pocketed $20,000! Her attorney, with an acknowledging nod to his attorney, said, "Mr. Davis, as agreed you will stand to the right of Miss Ordonez and you will lower your pants and underpants so that you may be spanked on your bare bottom. I have a timer here and will set it for the five minutes."
Charlie's attorney cleared her throat loudly and the two attorneys glanced at each other before Miss Ordonez' attorney continued. "Excuse me, we revised that agreement to two minutes of hard bare bottom spanking." She reached for the timer and adjusted it. "I strongly suggest, Mr. Davis, that you do not attempt to interfere with your spanking. The court will not tolerate that."
His attorney added, "Please, Charlie, don't reach back or get out of position."
The object of attention numbly nodded his understanding. As he removed his suit coat and took his position next to Miss Ordonez, there was a fluttering of nervous eagerness that filled the room with anticipatory energy. The women witnesses moved closer together to gain a good view of the proceedings. Then, very slowly, Charlie undid his trousers and let them fall to his ankles.
His underwear did not drop so easily and he had to bend over to push them down and out of the way. As he stood, he caught a good glimpse of Miss Ordonez. She not only smirked confidently at him, but he realized she had dressed carefully for this exercise. Her blouse was not only tight, but low cut and he was reminded that it was that pair of assets she was proudly displaying that were the source of his predicament.
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