The Panel - Again

The letter continued ' you have two days to select ten women for your Panel. List their names and addresses on the attached sheet and return it to us. You will not be notified as to whether they accept or are able to appear. In the event of any non-appearances, the Committee will provide women themselves.'

Ten women? well, there was my only girlfriend from many years ago, Janice. She would surely be sympathetic. The Panel Committee also like a few recent people to be there, so although it would be embarrassing and compromising, I reluctantly added Alison, Jane and Bridie from work. Things would never be the same at work afterwards, whatever the verdict but that couldn't be helped.

Mrs Wright, Mrs Hardcliffe and Mrs Green were much older women - parents of some of my old teenage friends from years back but they would surely be benign. Besides, Mrs Gee was an ex-SRN Nurse, so she'd HVE to be understanding! Right - that was seven. Who else? Oh, more childhold contemporaries in Sally and Amanda (daughters of Mrs Green and Mrs Wright respectively). Nine. One more. Erica. Of course. I duly filled the sheet in, put it in the pre-paid envelope and sent it off.

On the fateful day, I duly reported to Sharp House, giving just my case number [M096487] as required. I was led into a small room where an unsmiling hatchet-faced lady of bout 60 stripped me of my clothing and shaved my genitals. I had scanty pubic hair anyway, so it was the work of less than a minute. I then had to wait.

eventually, I was led down a corridor and onto the stage. I was tied face-outwards to a pole. When I was secure, the curtain drew back and I saw my Panel, sitting in a row in front of the stage. The Committee Superintendent read out the charges. "Macrow, you are here today accused of insulting womanhood. For this alone, you deserve to be punished but we will leave it to your selected Panel to decide your fate". Why did they call it a 'hearing'? No male ever got away scot-free!

The Superintendent continued "In line with modern Panel thinking, all uncircumcised males must be circumcised before the hearing continues. Such action does not constitute part of any punishment and is simply to present the preferred, 'cleaner' look". Guess who still had his foreskin? The Superintendent approached my tiny cock. She was brutal but efficient. Simply holding my stretched prepuce in one calloused hand, she cut the foreskin off with scissors, cauterizing the blood quickly with a hand-iron. The entire process was incredibly painful.

The Panel Committee insisted that all severed parts automatically became the personal property of the accuser, to do with as she wished, so the Superintendent stepped off stage and presented my foreskin to the eleventh member, a lady I had never knowling seen before, called Lettice. She smirked and put it around her right-hand pinkie, like a finger snood.

It transpired that this Lettice had once seen me on a train and I had been wearing a very baggy vest. It was summer and the sleeveless vest had large armholes. Standing sideways to me, it was through one of these that she had glimpsed one of my shameful secrets...

...Since the age of 15, whilst going through puberty, hormonal changes had seen me growing a very prominent pair of 40" breasts. Yes, I had boobs! In many boys, this was a temporary condition and they disappeared as quickly as they came but mine didn't. I couldn't be considered as having a male chest - these were definitely bosoms! From that day, I had avoided going swimming nd taken care to wear only the baggiest, loosest tops. I never tucked the tops in, as this would accentuate my tits, too.

The Panel were allowed to come up on stage, one-by-one and manhandle...I mean 'inspect' the helpless defendant. They all did so with great relish - even Jnice! - and sharp fingernails grabbed my tits, tweaked and pulled my nipples and also dug deeply into my other embarrassing region...my undersized cock. It was only 2" flaccid and 3" erect and I'd seen bigger cocks on eight year olds. This was one of the reasons I'd avoided going very far with Janice and never had a sexual relationship since.

The women all then voted. The Superintendent collected their sheets, collated the information and announced the result. "Macrow, I am pleased to tell you that, by a unanimous verdict, you have been found GUILTY of insulting Womanhood, on account of possessing your breasts. In addition, the smallness of your genitalia has also been considered both insulting and unworthy of preservation". There was mass cheering and whooping from the Panel at this juncture. "However, the Panel are inclined to be merciful and will only decapitate our glans".

Decapitation! This meant my cock-head - the little mauve 'mushroom' - would be securely fastened inside the dreaded Penis Guillotine!

I was untied and the machine wheeled on. Normally the accuser had the honour but Lettice had waived this in favour of Janice, saying it would mean "much more" to my ex. I saw the hard look in her eyes as she approached. She was a changed woman - much changed from that loving, kind teenager I had known way back...

She disdainly pushed my cock onto the sculpted anvil block, ensuring my glans was just in front of the line in the block that marked where the diagonal blade would fall. THe securing clasp was then put down, imprisoning my cock. "One-two-three!" The blade fell. In a micro-second, my glans was in the straw basket beneath. I was decapitated!

Mrs Green applied some cauterising balm to the flat end of what was now only a 1" cock. This would form a crust and drop off after six days or so, leaving a flat-ended penis. "There is another part of your punishment, Macrow" the Superintendent informed me. As if what had just happened wasn't bad enough! "But we have agreed to call you back again at a later date".

In accordance with Law, I thanked the Panel for the 'honour' they had done me and was then led off to get dressed, leave and re-enter the world - a much changed and altered person.