They didn’t even give me time to get my pants on as they handcuffed us and led us out to the police car for the drive to the station.
As we were led into the little station I saw the Sheriff glaring at us, and me in particular.
“Throw them in the cells.” he ordered as he eyed my near nakedness with distaste. “Put her in the back cell.”
I don’t know where the Spinozzos were put. I was led down a tight little hall and into a barren concrete room at the end. There was a small steel platform chained to a wall, with a thin little mattress on top with no covers. The deputy pushed me roughly into the room and slammed the bars shut behind me.
They ignored my claims of innocence, apparently on the basis that anyone who was with the Spinozzos and was dressed like a cheap slut, (the shirt and panties), must be no good.
I sat on the bunk and shivered for what seemed like hours before one of the deputies came and got me. He grimly refused to talk to me or listen to my protests as he led me back down the hall to a thick wood door at the other end.
He pushed me in there and closed the door on me. I turned and saw the Sheriff sitting on his desk lookin at me like I was some nasty bug or something. He was about forty I guess, and a tall and well built man. He wore a natty dark blue suit, and his hair was immaculately groomed and combed back.
I felt even more naked as he motioned me forward with a curt gesture. He looked me up and down as I stood there before him still shivering, both from the chill and fear.
“What have you got to say for yourself girl?” he demanded. I just looked at him fearfully.
“My boys find you half naked with those whop scum. You’re underage and should be at school.” he snapped.
“Why aren’t you?”
“I… I… uh didn’t go today.” I stammered.
“Don’t tell me what I already know girl!” he glared. “What where you don half naked with them Spinozzos?”
“Nothing.” I muttered, looking down at the floor. My arms were still handcuffed in front of me and I tried to position my hands so they were in front of my pussy. I knew the panties were so thin he could see my muff otherwise, and maybe my dark slit too.
His hand reached forward and gripped my thick blonde hair, pulling my head up.
“You’re a dirty little girl! Do you know that!? You’re an evil sinful girl!” he shouted. “Lying to your elders! Cheating on school! Parading your dirty sluttish body around in front of good Christian people!”
He shook my head and then threw me backwards.
“The problem with you girl is you weren’t taught proper Christian behaviour by your parents. I always said spare the rod spoil the child… and you are a prime example of that, for sure, for sure!”
“What you need is a good whuping, thats what!” He grabbed my arm and shoved me roughly against his desk, undoing his belt and sliding it out of the loops of his pants.
“Bend over that desk girl, I’m gonna show you what sinning brings dirty little girls!” he said.
I looked at his belt in shock and disbelief. I had more than a passing acquaintance with belts from my father, who wasn’t the kind to spare the rod and spoil the child, but he hadn’t used one on me in years.
Instead of obeying him, I backed fearfully towards the door. He strode after me, grabbing me as I turned futilely to run.
“Let me alone! Don’t you touch me!” I shouted as he dragged me back over to the desk. He ignored my protests, ranting about sinful disobedient children. He pushed me down across the desk and held me there with one arm as he brought the belt up.
I was still struggling against his arm when the belt cracked down across my upthrust ass cheeks. The thin nylon panties didn’t protect me at all as a shock of pain blasted through me.
I screamed as the belt cracked down on my ass again and again. I wriggled against his arm until he gripped my hair and pushed my face against the desktop. I yelled and cursed him, using all the foul language I had heard the farmworkers use over the years, mixing the curses with tears of anguish and yelps of pain.
“Let go of me you Jesus fucking bastard~~ Cocksucker! Asshole! Leave me alone you Goddamned sonofabitch!! He stopped the beating and let me up as he stepped back. I saw a look of shock on his face.
“BLASPHEMY!!” he screamed. His eyes bulged out and his face contorted in rage as he looked furiously at me.
“HOW DARE YOU!!!” he yelled.
“FILTHY EVIL VILE THING!!” he ranted. “EVIL! YOU CURSE THE LORD!”
He stomped back and forth as I cringed away from him.
“You will be cleansed of this evil!” he said. “”I will cleanse thee before thy death said Abraham!”
I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about except that my cursing had sure made him crazy.
Before I knew what was happening he had grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me over to the side of the room. There was a big potted plant hanging by a chain overhead and he reached over to a lever on the wall and pulled it down.
The chain holding the plant slowly lowered it till the plant was just above my head. He took the plant off and set it on the floor then put the chain of my handcuffs over the hook and pushed the lever up.
I gasped as the chain pulled the hook slowly up toward the ceiling. The hook pulled my arms up with it till they were stretched way above my head. Soon I was hanging completely from the chain. I cried out in pain as the handcuffs bit into my wrists. I felt the weight of my legs dragging down on my torso and the weight of my whole body pulling at my wrist and shoulders.
“You shall be punished and therein cleansed.” he said sternly. He moved around behind me and I looked over and saw a small knife in his hands. I gasped in fear, afraid he was going to cut me, but instead the knife cut the thin straps at my shoulders so my t-shirt slipped down around my hips.
He pulled my shirt down my body with my panties, leaving me completely nude. I gasped in embarrassment as his glaring eyes raked my naked rounded ass cheeks and the smooth white skin of my back.
“You pervert!” I screamed. “Let me go you dirty old man!”
The Sheriff moved around in front of me. Even though I was hanging off the ground a couple of inches he was still much taller, and looked down at me nastily. Then quite deliberately he pulled back his arm and punched me real hard in the stomach.
I gasped in shock and pain, the breath knocked out of my lungs. He looked at me with a terrible smile as I hung there gasping like a fish out of water.
“You will learn respect.” he said.
“You will learn manners.”
I could see his eyes bulging out of his sweating face as he took in my proudly upthrust boobies, and then slid down my belly and abdomen to my lightly furred pussy mound. He seemed to leer at the agony I was in. I hung there in misery, straining to get just a breath of air into my burning lungs.
He moved out of sight around behind me. Several seconds later I felt his hand slide slowly and gently down my back. He started at my neck and caressed the skin down along my backbone. He paused temporarily when it came to the soft round swelling of my buttocks, but resolutely slid down further.