Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 05:46:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 2

Even the Modest Must Serve
By Steam Train   ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )

Chapter 2: The best laid plans don't always work


At 9am the family assembled at the front entrance, Dad
in an imposing hand tailored dark suit, conservative
red and dark blue tie, and white silk shirt. Mum in a
stunning designer dress that like dads suit was made
to fit and highlight her body. She looked stunning and
we three boys were of course in our PHS uniforms. The
Bentley pulled in to pick us up and the servant
chauffer came round and assisted us in to the vehicle,
then we were all off as a family to support dad as the
judge handed down his sentence.

The drive seemed to take for ever. Everyone was very
sullen and no one said hardly anything. I was so
nervous as we got to the courthouse in downtown
Eastbrook, and I wasn't the one being sentenced. There
were TV cameras everywhere from all the national and
local stations and when we entered the courtroom the
cable legal station was setting up to broadcast the
sentencing live; such was the national interest in
this case. I tried to stay away from the cameras as I
could not see any benefit in having my face broadcast
across the nation.

Dads legal team had argued in their sentencing
submission that dad should not have to bear the full
financial liability for the collapse. They argued that
he had a wife and children to support plus an
extensive servant holding along with overseers who
depended on his livelihood.

The prosecution submitted a firm but by no means
draconian submission, mellowed through influential
contacts in the high places my father and his legal
team inhabited. The Prosecution argued that a firmer
line had to be taken and they had asked the court to
confiscate all dad's assets in part payment to all the
suffering policy holders that had been affected.

Dad's senior counsel said the Prosecutions requests
could have been worse but he had ensured through his
contacts that no servitude order would be asked for by
the prosecution.

At precisely 10am the court was called to order and
the Honourable Judge George Unwin took his place.

The clerk of the court stood and said, "Edward Raymond
Carter III please present yourself for sentencing. Dad
rose from his seat and turned and kissed mum then
clasped the hands of all three of us kids sitting
behind him. It was a genuine clasp of my hands, even
though it was also meant to focus the Judge on our
family. I said to dad "Good luck" and squeezed his
hand tight. I had never felt closer to my dad than at
that moment. When he finished with Jim, he turned and
with as much dignity as he could muster, walked to
stand before the Judge, he was escorted by two court
Bailiffs.

As he stood there before the Judge, I though dad with
all his dignity still looked worried and nervous
standing there waiting to receive his sentence. I was
not used to seeing dad in such a powerless state.

Judge Unwin began his summing up.

"Edward Raymond Carter III you have been tried and
convicted by a jury of your peers. I have listened to
the arguments submitted on you behalf by the defence
team and find them inadequate in compensating for the
scale of loss suffered by the numerous policy holders
of C.I.C. the company of which you were the Chief
Executive. Responsibility ended with you and you
failed to take that responsibility seriously and with
due financial prudence. The prosecution has placed a
strong argument that greater compensation for all the
distraught and financially disadvantaged policy
holders needs to be made by this court and I believe
the community expects this court to impose a
substantive sentence on you the person judged
responsible for the collapse of C.I.C."

"I therefore order that all the assets of Edward
Raymond Carter III are to be liquidated by the state
and the funds raised used to partially compensate the
effected policy holders. And due to the fact that I
consider the communities concerns about this case to
be stronger than the prosecutions presented sentencing
request.
"
"I further order ...'

I heard dad's senior counsel mutter "What the heck" to
his colleague

"... that Edward Raymond Carter III is from this time
forward stripped of his rights as a free citizen and
placed into criminal servitude for the term of his
natural life."

Everything happened at once.

My mother screamed "nooooooooooooooo !"

My brother Ed gasped.

Jim cried out "Fuck you!"

I was just totally shocked and sat there open mouthed,
totally unbelieving of what was happening before my
eyes.

The packed courtroom gave a simultaneous inhalation of
shock.

Dad turned and looked at his counsel with a look of
complete fear and panic in his eyes and face,

The counsel just shook his head and held his index
finger up to his lips to indicate silence.

That chill that had been in my soul froze, then spread
instantly over my whole body, my heart ached and felt
like it had stopped beating.

The Judge banged his gabble and ordered the court to
order.

Dad collapsed onto the floor.

The Bailiffs standing at dad's side didn't even try to
catch him, they just let him fall to the floor. One
Bailiff then walked to the defence bench and picked up
a pitcher of water returned to dad's prostrate body on
the court room floor and very unceremoniously began
tipping the water over my dads face and expensive suit
whilst rudely commenting "Wakey, wakey slave boy".

When dad revived consciousness the other Bailiff
ordered "Get to your feet boy and hurry up about it!"

Judge Unwin again called the unruly court to order,
then addressing the Bailiffs ordered, "To emphasise
the slaves new status, a slave appears before a court
in this jurisdiction naked. Undress him!"

Dad just stood there totally shocked and as white as a
ghost. To dads utter humiliation and mine but to
murmurs from the courtroom, the Bailiffs roughly
removed his wet suit coat, tie, shirt, wedding ring,
watch, shoes, socks, undid his belt removed his suit
trousers and then the final humiliation his boxers.
Dad tried to cover his genitals but one Bailiff
removed an electric slave prod from his belt and with
a light jab sent an electric shock through my father,
forcing him to scream, whilst the other Bailiff told
dad "Slaves don't need to worry about being modest,
that's a freemen's right."

One Bailiff's grabbed dad's penis and lead him to the
clerk of the courts desk where the clerk was busy
typing into his computer. After a minute he produced a
microchip, from a drive on his computer and placed it
in the lock of a new servant collar. I knew from
lessons at school all about servant collars and that
this chip would contain all of dad's details including
his new community servants number. The collar was made
of a metal chain coated in mesh and plastic. The
design and color indicated the status, state and
country where the slave was registered.

I noticed how easily it went on around dads neck, just
a soft click!

His arms were hand cuffed behind his back and then the
ceremonial removal of dad's head, pubic hair and pit
hair to symbolise that his free life was over was done
in front of the assembled court by the other Bailiff
using a battery powered clipper.

Dad just stood there in a large plastic tub, looking
totally broken, totally humiliated, totally
embarrassed shoulders slumped standing amongst the
small mounds of his dark blond hair that were falling
into the tub around his bare feet.

One of the Bailiffs' then grabbed dad very tightly by
the ear and started pulling him to the other side of
the courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the
room, he also tugged downward on the ear. For the
first time in his life, dad had to stoop like a humble
slave.

When they got to the other side of the courtroom, dad
was pulled up onto a raised platform with a low padded
hand rail. The bailiff had him turn his buttocks to
the audience and bend over the rail. Dad was on view
to everyone his cuffed hands trussed against his back,
his buttocks sticking up, and his shaved scrotum
clearly dangling between his legs.

Two of the Bailiff's came up on the platform and stood
on either side of Dad. One Bailiff selected a purpose
designed punishment paddle from the implements
cupboard. It was in shape and design similar to a
large hair brush without the bristles and along it's
surface were perforations that reduced the wind drag
and maximized the impact on the recipient.

With his left hand the Bailiff grabbed dad's shoulder,
while the Bailiff's standing to dad's sides each
grabbed an ear and did a very tight ear twist to hold
dad down in a stooping position over the rail. Once
they had him secured by the ears, the Bailiff swung
the paddle and let the first stroke land.

Even though it was my own dad I sat mesmerized seeing
for the first time my own father having to endure a
bare naked slave paddling. It was also a mesmerizing
sight for those gathered in the courtroom as dad began
to kick and flay his legs about as he lost all
semblance of composure, his once posh and refined
voice screamed out, desperate to try and relieve some
of the pain he was experiencing.

As the strokes reigned down on dad's ever reddening
bottom I noticed through his legs that his penis was
erect and heard the unmistakable sound of dad bawling
like a prepubescent boy and dad's voice begging
shamelessly for mercy from anyone who would listen.

No one in authority of course listened to his pleas.
Everyone knew even I that slaves have to get bare
naked paddlings all the time and the assembled
audience in the courtroom knew very well that the pro
forma paddling dad was receiving before them was the
traditional way of assuring them, the respectable,
law-abiding citizens including our family, that dad
was now truly a slave.

When the paddling was over the Bailiffs stood dad up
and turned him around to face the public gallery. Dad
was totally erect and to add to his humiliation his
nose was running and unable to use his hands to gain
relief, dad regardless of the humiliating spectacle
did the dance of the spanked on the spot up on the
platform before all of us in a vain attempt to ease
the throbbing pain he was experiencing in his red raw
bottom.

Some of the courtroom visitors laughed out loud at
dad's juvenile antics and humiliating aroused state.

I just lowered my eyes, embarrassed and ashamed.

Once the paddling was completed the Bailiffs made my
father face the judge who then said, "As is tradition,
I present to the public here represented at this court
a new slave. Bailiffs parade the servant to the
community."

With this order one of the Bailiffs again grabbed
dad's penis and lead him around the court so all could
see and inspect his naked body. I looked away in shame
and my brothers and mum bowed their heads and we all
cried, mum Ed Jim and me. However before I turned my
head I noticed dad too was crying.

The final act in this scene of utter humiliation was
when the Judge ordered dad taken to the cells for
processing and shipment to the Tallahatchie County
Servitude Processing Centre to start his new life. A
life the Judge summed up that would consist till his
dying breath of serving the community so that in some
small way he could feel he had made amens for the
financial grief so many had suffered.

The last I ever saw of my father was as he was taken
down the steps inside the courtroom to the cells below
and he glanced back, our eyes briefly met and I'm sure
he saw in my eyes, my love, I hope and pray he did and
that it gave him some strength to endure his new life.
At that moment I loved my dad more than I had ever
loved him before.

I was shattered. Why had I come?

Till this day I have not forgotten every detail of
that morning and the fate that befell my family
because of those events.


End Chapter 2.