“Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye! The court will now come to order!”
Alice blinked as the sound of a heavy wooden gavel echoed sounded, startling her awake to find herself in a very large, very crowded, and rather austere chamber.
‘It looks very much like a courtroom’ she decided, and indeed, it was.
“All rise for the Honorable Judge Jasper Jangleton!” exclaimed a man-sized lizard dressed in a formal-looking suit.
Alice made an attempt to do just that, only to find herself secured to a heavy iron chair, which earned her a glare of reproach from the lizard, as well as several others, as a very stout man in black robes and a powdered wig entered the room and took his seat upon a raised dais overlooking the room.
‘I wonder who is on trial,’ she mused, gazing about the crowded room. It looked like half of wonderland filed the opulent courtroom. In fact, many of the faces looked familiar. Very familiar, in fact. Faces that she recalled from her adventures. Dum and Dee. Yum and Yee. Captain Honeyglass. The Chessmen. The Hatter. The Hare, they were all here, as well as others.
“You may be seated,” the lizard announced, and Alice breathed a sigh of relief at being able to at least follow that command.
The Judge, the Honorable Jasper Jangleton, cleared his throat and then promptly fell asleep, his snores loud enough to echo through the chamber.
A tall thin man dressed in red velvet stood suddenly and shouted. “I demand a mistrial!” which woke the judge from his slumber.
“On what grounds?” he muttered, casting a baleful eye.
“Coffee grounds!” the tall man, who was presumably a barrister for the defense, returned defiantly, prompting the crowd to erupt in chaos until they were silenced by several strikes of the gavel.
“I will have order!” the judge shouted and promptly fell asleep once more, is wig askance as he drooled on himself.
“If it pleases your honor,” the barrister for the prosecution, a dark-skinned man with long flowing braids, dressed all in white, spoke as he too stood. “I would like to begin with my closing arguments.”
“You have to wait until the end,” Alice said, speaking up, a little surprised as a hush descended.
“I beg your pardon?” The Barrister for the prosecution asked, turning to her.
“I said you can’t do that,” Alice repeated. “Not until you have called forth the witnesses and questioned them and presented evidence.”
“I see,” he said with a frown, turning towards the judge once more. “In that case, I would like to adjourn to another venue, if it pleases your honor.”
“It would not,” mumbled the judge, opening one eye with a soft sigh, and then the other. “I suppose we should just get this over with. Who are we putting on trial today?”
“The Knave of Hearts, your honor. He stole the Queen’s tart.”
That seemed to get the judge's attention, for he suddenly sat up straight and blinked several times as he straightened his wig.
“You don’t say.”
“I do, in fact, say, your honor.”
“Well, well, well. Where is he?” he wondered, looking around the chamber for the accused who was not, at the moment, present at his own trial.
“Perhaps he overslept?” Alice said, trying to be helpful.
Suddenly, all eyes were upon her and a hush fell over the crowd.
“Who is that?” someone whispered.
“I think I recognize her.”
“I believe that’s the tart.”
“She has rather nice legs.”
“Silence!” Shouted the judge and a hush fell, this one uninterrupted by whispering.
“Now then. Who are you?”
“Alice, your honor.”
“Alice. Such a lovely name.”
“thank you, your honor. I think so as well.”
“And you are the tart in question, I presume?”
Alice opened her mouth to speak, and then paused, thinking back on all her adventures. Her first inclination had been to deny his presumption. She looked around the room. All eyes were upon her. Many of them had enjoyed her in various manners. She’d been spanked, eaten, and fucked. She’d sucked cock and licked pussy. A great many things had been done to her that no young lady with proper morals would have allowed and she had enjoyed them all. Her orgasms had been countless (she paused, taking a moment to attempt just that and quickly gave up once she reached the count of ten). Perhaps she was, indeed, a tart.
“Yes, your honor. I suppose I am,” she answered softly,
The entire chamber was filled with whispers at her admission, some of which reached her ears, which turned pink with embarrassment.
“I knew it.”
“She looks like a tart.”
“I bet she’s not wearing panties.”
Biting her lip softly, Alice glanced down. She was wearing the very same blue dress she had worn on that day on the riverbank when all this madness had begun. A very modest dress. She wiggled her toes and fingers thoughtfully, unable to do more due to the heavy leather straps securing her ankles, wrists, and waist. She was 95 percent sure that she was, in fact, wearing panties which were becoming increasingly damp as she contemplated her helpless state. Anyone within the chamber could take advantage of her and she wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it!
“Odor in the court!” The judge declared, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air whilst staring directly at Alice’s hidden pussy and banging his gavel loudly, startling Alice.
“Guilty as charged. I hear by sentence the tart to be spanked until repentant,” he decreed. A moment later his chin hit his chest and he began to snore once more.
“But I’m not the one on trial,” Alice protested. “Besides. There were no witnesses called nor any evidence presented nor did the jury reach a verdict.”
The Honorable Jasper Jangleton blinked and did his best to look stern as an uproar filled the room.
“I will have order!”
He began banging his gavel until at last the audience quieted.
“Have the tart brought to my chambers.”
With that he abruptly stood and strode out of the room, humming softly to himself, his wig slightly askew.
“This is quite unfair,” Alice complained to no one in particular.
“Quite,” the lizard agreed as he undid the straps binding Alice, freeing her. “I suggest you lodge a formal complaint. Or perhaps an informal complaint. Now come along. His honor doesn’t like dilly-dallying.”
Taking her firmly by the arm, he led her from the courtroom and down a great hallway that echoed with their footsteps until they came to a large door with a brass nameplate declaring it ‘The Chambers of the Honorable Jasper Jangleton’. The lizard knocked once before entering, immediately announcing himself as well as Alice.
Alice glanced around the room. Its walls were lined with empty bookshelves. In fact, the entire room was empty save for a single piece of furniture placed in the exact center of the spacious chambers. A single desk. Seated behind the desk was a young woman wearing horn-rimmed glasses, her ginger hair up in a dignified bun, a friendly smile on her face It should be noted that the glasses were not all that she wore. Simply that they were the first thing Alice noticed. The second was her very red lips and the smattering of freckles across her face. The third was a black knit sweater that was put to task containing a pair of very large breasts. Fourth was the nameplate sat upon her desk. Fiona Springer. Assistant to the Honorable Jasper Jangleton
“May I help you?” she asked, scarlet lips curving into a pleasant smile, her eyes settling on Alice.
“We have an appointment. For a spanking.”
“Ah hah. Name?”
“Alice,” Alice said demurely, curtseying.
She began to turn the pages of a large leatherbound ledger set before her. “Here it is. Offender: Alice Pleasance. Crime: Unrepentant Tartery. Punishment: Spanking. A dozen blows to be administered across each buttock with a riding crop. A dozen more across each breast. And finally, six upon the vagina. All in order. All very proper. Please, come with me and we’ll see to administering your punishment.”
Fiona Springer stood. Alice was surprised that she was wearing trousers, also black, as well as how tall it was. She thought she looked very stylish and wondered if she might adopt, one day, adopt the look.
Fiona wasted no time in ushering her through another door, this one leading into smaller, and somewhat darker, chamber with a variety of paddles, crops, whips, and hair brushes hanging upon one wall. Alice swallowed, remember some of her earlier escapades involving spankings. She was now 100 percent sure that she was wearing panties and that they were quite damp. One might even describe them as soaked. Upon another wall was a winch.
Fiona shared a reassuring smile. “Wait right here. The Master of Spanking will join you presently. She exited the room, leaving Alice alone with the paddled and the crops and the whips and the hair brushes. Time marched on slowly as she waited, aware that her pussy juices were soaking through her panties and slowly dribbling down the insides of her thighs. She considered, briefly, pulling up the hem of her dress and slipping her hands into her drawers, but quickly discarded the notion.
“If I am caught in the act, the judge might increase my punishment. I will behave. Or at least try to. Oh, I hope that he hurries so we can get this over with and I can…”
Can what? What was she to do with herself after her spanking? Going home wasn’t an option. The knave had abandoned her. She didn’t dare return to the Queen’s stronghold. Was she consigned to wandering Wonderland, falling into all manner of debauchery and adventures? She wondered if the Cheshire Cat might have an answer for her.
“Cheshire?” she murmured, hoping he could somehow hear her. “Can you hear me?”
When no answer came she let out a massive sigh and continued to await her fate, hands clasped nervously behind her.
Finally, the door opened, momentarily brightening the room. Within the doorway stood the Master of Spanking, or so Alice presumed. He was pencil thin and dressed in a scarlet military uniform. Underneath his cap a shock of bright blue hair attempted to escape.
He said not a word, simply standing in the doorframe as he appraised Alice. Finally he stepped inside, leaving the door open behind him, his gaze turning to the instruments upon the wall.
“Orders says you’re to be cropped. Arse. Tits. Cunt.”
Not sure if she was supposed to respond, Alice simply stood there. In truth, the sheer size of him was intimidating. It was also causing her nipples to swell, denting the fabric of her dress like tiny mountain peaks.
He eyed her again, this time with a crooked grin, gesturing towards the open door. “Fiona wants to watch. I told her she could listen. She never listens to me.”
He gestured, or rather pointed, towards the floor.
“Lie down. On your back.”
Obediently, she lay down, bare feet pressed together, arms crossed and covering her breasts.
“Modest. Delightful.”
The Master of Spanking stepped closer to the wall with the winch and began turning the handle clockwise. The sound of chains, clinking softly, filled the silence.
“Be a good girl. Lift your feet.”
Alice’s heart began beating faster, her breathing keeping up as a pair of thick leather cuffs were buckled around her bare ankles. A moment later he turned the winch once more, this time counter clockwise so that she was slowly raised by her ankles until she was suspended upside down, blood rushing to her head, making her lightheaded. Glancing up she noticed that the hem of her dress had fallen, revealing a pair of white cotton panties soaked with her arousal.
