||This is The case of Belt Boys
#385 and recorded court files and Chassie's punishment on
Monday 28th September, 1998.
The contents of Shayne's School folder was found over the
bedroom floor out of its plastic covering.
The two youngest Belt Children, Matthew aged 9 and Shayne
aged 8years old.
Resident Judge, Jury, and Prosecutor The Right Royal
Bitch Chastity Belt
Shayne reported the incident to me. Inquiries were made
to both concerned parties ( Shayne and Matthew Belt Jnr),
both denying that they were the guilty party, past
experience also that they will set each other up if the
urge takes them.
The Clues &
Evidence: After an
extensive day of bickering and disputes between Shayne
& Matthew, the word and honour of both parties was
debatable and not too rock solid from previous
experiences of this nature.
The Course of
Pursuing the Truth: In a
determine manner and headstrong to find out the truth, I
knew that the lesson of being honest and truthful needed
to be pursued and sought, the meaning of honesty be
bought to the fore. Seeing as this was a minor crime, the
means to the answers was set and the wheels of justice
where set in motion.
Both parties were to stand within close vicinity of me,
facing each other and holding hands so they were
inseparatable, and made to face the guilty one, (whom
ever that was of the two of them). Visits the the
bathroom was allowed, BUT only while holding one hand of
the other suspect. The suspects were informed that while
this crime at hand was unsolved, they would remain
each other and if need be, sleeping , bathing, etc., and
would be duct taped together for the duration of the time
needed for the guilty one to confess.
A few moments of scuffling and attempts to hurt the other
were made, the strain was getting to them, wearing them
down, the innocent one frustrated over being there
unwarranted, the guilty
one wanting to pace like a trapped wild beast! The hours
were starting to tick away...and with each 30 minutes was
a day with out television or....the SONY PLAY STATION!!!
As time was passing on like the sands in the
hour glass (a few times over )it was not looking as any
change in the situation was going to occur..it was time
to take action of a different nature.
The token girl child at that stage reported that we were
in need of extra milk to get us through to the next
morning, that's when Plan B was born.
Seeing as I had already informed the two suspects that
they were to remain attached until truth be spoken...they
were informed of our unscheduled trip to the Supermarket,
the corner store would have surficed, but this was a
perfect opportunity to push ahead with the
investigations. They took the news of this trip with a
grimace , yet dealt with the news well.....until I was to
meantion that they were to attend this field trip with
their hair in high ponytails, and the choice of pink or
baby blue hair ties was offered.
The Break Point:
Yes! I had found the weak link....big baby blue eyes were
now swimming with pent up tears...holding back to see if
this was yet a serious exercise I had stated. Whilst
brushing and grooming the boys hair, the topic of what is
a lie, what is the truth was discussed...tear filled eyes
were starting to over spill the horror that I was serious
in my suggestions, and as I did each boys hair in
ponytails (Matt's with that curl over the eye look, very
chic! and Shayne's with that Pebbles/BammBamm look,) I
told each child to look into the face of their brother,
into his eyes and KNOW that he was willing to let the
other suffer this ridicule to try and save himself from
being honest about something so trivial as the crime
committed, with the probable punishment only being told
to replace the paperwork back into the folder and be more
careful in future with others belongings. This is what
their own flesh and
blood would let them endure over a small incident like it
The Levee Broke....the tears spilled....and one of the
brothers had his ponytail removed, whilst the other
(still in ponytail) was made to apologize and recite to
the other his apologies and what it was exactly he had
done to one of his siblings. The innocent one stated he
forgave his brother and wanted a hug from him (what a
little soldier he is, and was rewarded with a HUGE bar of
chocolate when shopping, and is willing to share with the
that put him through the hours of torture.
So all is again calm in the Casa
Da Belt.....well for this hour
anyway.... I am keeping the hair baubles and nail polish
handy for the rest of the week, just in case...
This story DOES Have
a moral......Some punishments CAN have its side
effects...but don't I have such pretty boys , Just wish
they would buy their own makeup!? *LMAO*
Scares me to think my clothes
are small enough to fit them though *L*