Dear Chief Bristler and Punishment Officer Dave,

I wanted to drop you a note thanking you for my recent punishment sessions. I am truly sorry for all my past transgressions. These sessions do help me focus on my life and encourage me to do better. I have turned over a new leaf and I am sure that further sessions are not needed. I am confident when I say that you can remove me from the punishment roster with no fear of me slipping back to my old ways.

What follows is an account of the weeks leading up to the punishment and the punishment itself.

Memo

Date: 12/31/97 (APPROVED 01/07/98)

To: Judge Buford T Barnes

From: Karl Bristler, Chief, Punishment Review Board

Subject: Case #166916; Mark

Reference: Punishment Officer Dave memo of 07/25/97; re. subject Mark ****

(166916)

Changes to the California Corporal Punishment Act CP-731S, became effective 15 July 1997. Amendments 3 and 4 to this act now impose mandatory probation and authorize the supplemental punishment of all subjects accepted into the Class 4 and 5 Corporal Punishment program. Specifically, all cases involving Class 4 and 5 offenders enrolled in this program after 15 July 1997 are automatically retained/extended under this program for an additional period of 3 and 5 years respectively.

As your honor is aware, studies commissioned by a bipartisan committee of

the State legislature support and recommend periodic supplemental, reminder, punishments as the best means to deter young offenders from becoming repeat violators. Accordingly, our office is tasked with reviewing such cases and referring them to your office for disposition.

During the course of our review it seems that the subject file, #166916;

Mark ****, was mistakenly overlooked. As your Honor will recall, Mark **** (166916) was found guilty of shoplifting, defacing public property,

vagrancy, lewd behavior, and juvenile delinquency. In lieu of a heavy

prison sentence and in accordance to penal code 77265 Mark **** agreed to enter the corporal punishment program o/a August 16, 1997. At first glance, the date of this conviction seems to precede the effective date of

aforementioned changes to the California Corporal Punishment Act CP-731S. However, upon further review, it was noted that the effective date of

subject's acceptance into the program was officially recorded as July 25,

1997 and therefore ought to have been included in our review. Further, upon review, it is the unanimous opinion of our office that, owing to the serious nature of the offenses committed by Mark **** (166916), his inclusion in the probationary program is correct, and will benefit Mark **** (166916) in future years.

If your Honor is in agreement with the aforementioned recommendation our

office will notify the subject, and arrange scheduling.

What all this mumble jumble meant was that I was going to get my butt beat again by Punishment Officer Dave. It was explained to me that not only was there mandatory follow-up punishment sessions that I had to endure, but that these sessions were to increase in intensity! Jesus Christ!

Well, I was not going to take this laying down (or bending over) if I could help it! I immediately wrote the punishment office and protested this turn of events. I found out that Judge Barnes did indeed extend the sentence under the new guidelines. I threatened, pouted and yelled in my letter exchanges with the Chief but to know avail. I appealed to Officer Dave, but he only accused me of stealing porn from some store!

What's worse was that in one of letters to Chief Bristler I called Officer Dave a jerk for accusing me of such a misdeed. It was just a little slip and perhaps I shouldn't have said it, but I never intended for PO Dave to read the remark. Much to my dismay (not to mention my trust in having an confidential exchange with someone I thought would discreet) the Chief forwarded my remarks to the PO! When he heard of remarks, he sent me threatening notes saying how much I would regret what I said. He told me that he was looking forward to taking a hairbrush to my cheeky cheeks!

I tried joking with the man. I tried apologizing to the man. I even tried being nice to him, but he seemed determined to make me pay for that little remark. During this period Chief Bristler seemed to take more and more of a personal interest in my case. He even informed that even though it's been years since he's acted in a Punishment Officers capacity he would making an exception and handle my late summer session himself. My winning personality seemed to working against me!

The date was set for Monday Jan. 25^th and it was approaching way too fast! Arrangements were made to hold the session at my place at 7 that evening. I hoped to make points by offering to pick up PO Dave at his Hotel.

I picked him up and the atmosphere on the drive to my place was really heavy and dominating. I tried to lighten up the drive my trying to joke about Clinton's latest problems. The officer just scowled and said something about getting the President in the program and really paddling his big bad Arkansas butt.

We got to my place and I showed him the room that I had set up as instructed. There was a couch, a straight back chair, and a padded bar stool to bend over. He opened his case and I wasn't pleased to see that it contained about 20 different straps and paddles. He grabbed the hairbrush and sat on the couch. He ordered me to "Drop your pants to your ankles…..and your shorts also." So much for small talk… I did as I was told and he was muttering about the word Jerk and how well I would get to know that word. He also commented on some of the funny jokes I made to him during our on-line chats only he didn't seemed that amused by them. I was beginning to find them less funny myself. One of the joke that I innocently made once when I saw him on-line was that I said that we would have to postpone the session as I had to clean the catbox that night.

He then asked me to look through the case of implements and select one that he would use on me. This type of selection and choosing the implement of my doom would become a major part of the evening. I looked through the instruments, there was some heavy straps, a couple of taws, a few solid looking leather paddles, a wooden paddle, and a large heavy frat type paddle covered in leather. I chose what I thought was the least threatening. It was a small leather paddle/strap or straddle and handed it to him.

He took me over his knees and there was no "How do ya do?" he went straight for the gusto striking forcefully right at the tender part of cheeks in the center where the thighs meet the buttocks. He reminding me why I called him a jerk, or rather he reminded me that I had called him a jerk. He informed me that every time he remembered that I called him a jerk he would swat the same place at full force. To emphasize his intentions he gave me four swats in the same place J-E-R-K he spelled out as he delivered the blows. I was starting to figure out that he may be a bit miffed that I defamed him to his supervisor.

He began spanking me enthusiastically for the next few minutes not leaving any part of my rear unattended to. Every so often he would call out J-E-R-K and deliver four stingers that really got my attention. If I thought that I was feeling his full wrath at this point, I was wrong, he picked up the hairbrush and really went to town. After only a few swats I was really squirming, apologizing, and making angelic promises. I practically jumped off his lap as he delivered the J-E-R-K swats. He switched to the leather straddle which, though stingy, after the hairbrush was a real break.

For the next 10 minutes he delivered a non-stop barrage of swats. I never knew what was going to happen, or what instrument he would use. He with deliver 5 swats with his hand and seemingly instantaneously he would deliver 6 with the hairbrush and then 10 with the straddle. He would concentrate on the same area then spread the swats out. Then out of nowhere he would deliver the jerk swats a full force with whatever instrument was handy.

Finally I was allowed to stand. He even allowed my to rub my tender ass for a few minutes. I think he wanted me to know just how sore and hot I was. While I was doing this and contemplating the fact the session had really just begun, he chose four serious looking instruments and laid them to the side. It was at this point that he informed me that those would be the instruments that he would finish up my session with. He also started playing psychological games with me and told me that once he had chosen all the implements for the climax of our meeting I would be allowed to remove one that would not be used.

Wanting for me to be able to make an informed decision as to what paddle or strap to remove, he proceeded to give me a sample of each. He figured that since I had called him a jerk which has four letters and made a joke about a catbox (6 letters) I would receive 11 spanks of each. I was told to bend over and grab my knees as he delivered the first set of 11 with a heavy two tail taws. For the second set I was kneeling on the couch and received 11 with belt type strap that is folded over and made into a fancy handle. Be bent me over one knee and I felt 11 of a heavy leather paddle that kinda looks like a small oar. The last set of this section of my punishment was dealt while I was bent over the arm of the couch, this was with a heavy woodshed punishment strap on the end of a stick. After all of this I came to the conclusion that it really didn't make a difference what weapon I got to remove. They all killed in there own way!

He then instructed me to arrange the rest of the instruments in the order I wanted them used. I figured that as the session went on I would become sorer and sorer, so I arranged the rest of the "tools" in such a way that I would get what I thought were the most fierce first. I figured the heavy leather frat type paddle would be really severe so that's the one I arranged to be used first.

He figured how and why I arranged the paddles the way I did and foiled my plan by having me add the frat paddle to the collection of implements that would be used last!

After he had me remove all of my clothing we began to work our way through the other instruments in the case. I soon found out what really sore was! I don't have a clear memory of this section of my punishment. I remember me handing him whatever weapon was next, and him wailing away. After a series of swats he began asking me how many he delivered, I didn't realize that I was supposed to keep count the first couple of times and he gave me the series again! I learned my lesson quickly and struggled to count the rest of the sets. I did well at first as was able to keep a good count, but after a while I was so sore and squirming so much that I began to lose count a few times and suffered the consequences!

I also remember that at one point he asked me to hand him the last instruments and I was so disorientated by this point that I must have given him the second to last instrument so he gave me the set of swats and made me put the strap back into the case. To make matters worse, my theory of putting the "lighter" straps last wasn't working out cause I was so sore by this point even a feather landing on my ass would have made me jump ten feet!

When we finally made it to what would be the last phase of punishment, though, at the time I wasn't so eager to finish up with what he had in mind. I tried to convince the PO that I really couldn't take anymore and that I sincerely learned my lesson. In a touching display of kindness, that seemed to prove that he did have a heart and really felt he was doing me some good. He gave me a long hug and massaged my sore bottom. He told me that he knew that I had been through a lot, but that I had to face the final session. He cuddled me a few minutes till I told him that I was ready to go on. At this point even though I was extremely sore, I did feel very close to PO Dave.

More proof that he could be kind at times was that at one point he added the dreaded hairbrush to the collection of instruments for the final session. I believe that his original plan was to finish me off with the brush in a grand finally. When he gave me the chance to remove one of the "rods" I quickly chose the hairbrush. He wasn't surprised.

He went back to the old 4 and 6 formula (Jerk and Catbox) only this time he had me multiply the two figures. The last part of the punishment would consist of 24 hard swats of each of the remaining 5 implements!

He told me to make myself comfortable (yeah right) while bending over the barstool. After a few moments he began with vigor so that I would remember this part of the punishment for a long time. I would like to assure him that I will! It was really hard staying in position for all the swats and by the time the 120^th swat landed I was yelping in a voice that even I would not have recognized.

He laid on the couch and again held me for a long while. A glance at the clock told me that the session had lasted nearly two hours! He told me that I had done well, but he also reminded me that this would not be that last visit I received from a PO. After a while he took the required documentary photos and seemed disappointed that I had already begun to lose some color, luckily he didn't remedy that situation.

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