I saw flames coming out of my neighbor's window, and immediatly called 911, our emergency phone number.
Nobody was hurt, to my delight!
Later that night, two firemen knocked at my door. "The police won't investigate, but we aren't so sure." "What do you mean?" "There has been arson in this area, and you made the call about the fire over there." "I didn't do it!!!!" "Well that may be so, but just to make sure, there is going to be some punishment!" "Come with us."
I'm protesting violently. "I have my rights! All I did was was call in to help my neighbors!" All of this was ignored.
It was about 10:00 when we arrived at the Fire Station. Some of the guys were already bunked down, two were showering, others were clad only in their briefs or boxers, but five guys, in full uniform, gave their attention to me.
"Let me call an attorney!" Ignored!
One of the guys held my hands behind my back while simultaniously, I felt my shirt come up, my belt buckle unfastened. I'm lifted off the floor, and, bingo, I'm naked.
"Please, I'm innocent!"
One guy puts me across his lap. SLAP SLAP SLAP! on my bared behind. I'm kicking and squirming. All the guys now gather to watch this. Some naked, some in their underpants, but I'm the focus of attention.
While I'm still getting smacked, I see one of the firemen unbuckling his belt. He flips it out, doubles it over. Still across this guy's lap, one guy holds down my arms, another my legs. I'm helpless! The belt comes down on my already sore ass! YEOW!!! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! It seemed to go on forever!
Now I'm wimpering as they finally stop.
"OK now get out of here!" "Give me my clothes, and I'll go, sir" "Oh no, you're going with that bright red fanny!"
I walked through the back alleys, dodging anyone who might see me.