Foreign Judge Riley French has a new Chinese partner judge on the bench: Judge Zhu Xifeng (Diego Anderson), from western China. Though the two are an odd pairing, they ultimately agree to sentence a foreign sailor guilty of yet another instance of public brawling – and harassing a local woman to boot – to a round of mixed corporal punishment.
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While the softies-stuffed Shangai bench grew utterly undecisive to instantly impose intimidating upendings to end endless-escalation-spelling unruliness at the eerily exposed ends, definitely due to those two dreamy numbskull cowards as joint judges Riley and Kim, imperial court mandarins feared to be flogged or worse for it in the Forbidden City as palatial-political scapegoats when it escalates into an international incident, so they preventively proceeded to Pekinese versions of Byzantine intrigues to cunningly cover their own astute arses at anyone’s eery expense, anywhere. So firstly, a state exam winner without court connections wasn’t shipped off to the provinces but(t) set up as the one in charge of tricky types of nominations and appointments making him the easily-dispensable sole scapegoat, likely to end on the execution block instead of the court crocodiles.
In treaty port territory Shanghai, incompetent dreamer Aiden was demoted (once the powerful avuncular protector who got him appointed died) from slumbering as silly softy on the Chinese seat on the bench to a commoner casting as court bailiff, physically wielding the instruments of justice, warned his own arse or neck was up next unless he torments the trembling ‘thugs’ to superior sadistic satisfaction of his severely-spankophile successor.
That mandarin magistrate is masterly, mighty, mindfully-mean master-martyrer Zhy Xifeng, not just another protégé promised a (provincial) post to please or placate a powerful patriarchal protector, but(t) a particularly promising political and personal power player, given his pitiless personality, previously partaking in preparatory plots to pass-by the pitiful petty barbarian Riley, paying a British Judas called Jude eleven pieces of silver for blackmail gold to frighten fuck-up French into simply seconding sentences scripted by Zhy, who knows the legal boundaries of their bench jurisdiction and is determined to pitilessly push them, lots less leniently, to the limits of lava-lividly lacerating low-life louts’ lower limbs, loving to listen leisurely-long to the liberally-long-licked lads’ loud lamentations, like when the fearsome firstborn filial fiend found fatherly (far-journeying) fiat to flail five frockless fraternal fannies frightfully frequently and fiercely for futile faults and frankly fiendish fledglings-fucking flogger-fun, forever by far his favourite fun-activity, as all his underlings at home and in office can attest cones-clutching, he consistently coveted to command their coverless cones contend with contritely-counting-out copious counts of cruelly-criss-crossing-crimson-colouring cane-cuts. Given the court’s indignation about barbarians laying down the law on the decadence-weakened empire’s leased land, Zhy vowed to swap the traditional attitude, now going easy on natives (mostly coolies), no longer on Westerners, as much as the law allows, so Chinese couldn’t believe getting away with way more or much lighter punishments, even enjoying the benefit of the doubt at foreigners’ expense. It comes as a complete shock to the Europeans, used to be the colonial elite, flogging their own lowly folk and coolies worse, spared as sahib who sentence subservient subjects, not suffer sanctions from or for such.
Sailor Alex was gang-pressed for a charter company ship, just a rags-clad dirt-poor scoundrel sole son of a penniless-perished Cornish miner, ‘raised’ (without schooling) by an uncle who couldn’t afford to spend more on him then meagre meals, a straw ‘bed’ at his elder cousin’s feet, and near-permanent permission for the latter to act in loco parentis (second degree), meaning in practice Alex did about all chores and much more as rented serf, yet still got spanked on the bare frequently for failing to do it all fast-enough and flawlessly, so only his lord cousin wanted in vain to ‘ransom’ gang-pressed Alex, whom uncle assumed barely a waste of space, and for whom endless cabin boy chores and arse-abuse aboard weren’t any worse than lowly life in uncle’s shanty, at least now he would get paid if he survived the dangerous voyages, and a small shore allowance at each destination port, with Shanghai by now reputed as a safe place to spend and steal some more ‘beer and bitches’ when it runs out, at the expense of ‘heathen coolies’ commonly being considered lowlife even compared to them sailor scum, the captain caring only if they return aboard in time, nobody told the sea-folk Riley’s new Chinese bench colleague was installed and intends to lay down the law lividly, let alone pick a poor pup like peachy Alex, for pilfering peccadilloes and a minor brawl, as excellent ‘example’ for eerily-exposed excruciation.
Utterly used, by uncountable upendings since boyhood, to his lowly, coolie-like place in Dickensian life means suffering blind obedience and painful injustice, Alex puts up no real defence after Riley reads out bogus-trumped charges concocted by Zhy’s police stooge, obediently offering his orbs for ‘just another’ ongoing ordeal, rudely ruled-guilty regardless of the flawed factual evidence, resigned to a repeat of the regular red-raw-ravaging of his rascally ‘rebel-rear’, even if being bare-bum-beaten blazingly by a bloody coolie simply seems an infamous inversion of colonial order, even to this hundredfold-harder-hided humble-hound, and actually Aiden agonizes Alex’s angelic arse as amply as aptly as the ass is able to avoid his own arse being axed.
Zhy evidently, extremely enjoys the trial and listening to the lad’s loud lament, yet decides against ordering him, as ‘his honour’ still intends with fanny-flogged locals, brought to his chambers to stand hands-on-head naked corner time in between repeated relentless red-raw-reared rod-rides OTK, although he would enjoy endlessly hell-hounding a barbarian like that, even way more, in case that could cause an international incident, when only Aiden would be sacrificed for alleged ‘inhumane CP sentence execution’.
Alex and his crewmates better beware by their next voyage to Shanghai, as that will change when Zhy gets word their captain convinced his colleagues to command their bosuns to come-down crushingly on currish crew kids by coverless-cones-crimson-colouring car-claw to curtail contemptible conduct ashore, even in coolie-ports. Although Alex already learned his lasting lesson, lower-limbs-liberally-lacerated last voyage, his absolutely-abject adolescent arse is assigned to ache ‘attitude-adjusted’ awesomely-awfully again and again abundantly attribute-agonized as his captain considers his cabin-boy’s criminal record cause to command his clothes come-down as each midshipman in turn gets to practice plentifully on his poor perfectly-perilously-pantless-presented puppy-posterior precise procedures to perform personally and preside over bosun’s professional performance of punitive purple-pain-pounding-punishments with pitiless perfectionism.