The familiar opening credits ran, with the final flourish of the gavel coming down and the word 'Justice!' showing up on the screen. Following this, the camera cut to a man wearing the traditional judge garb, of a long gown and long white wig. He was situated above the rest of the studio, looking down at the audience and the mock courtroom floor. He then began to address the camera;

"Hello and welcome to 'Justice!', the show which helps people settle a grudge, by covering one of them in copious amounts of sludge. But just how much sludge I hear you ask? Well, here is a recap of the last episode to give you a flavour."

The screen cut to show snippets of the previous episode between best friends Vicky and Naomi, showing them arguing over who should be facing the punishment, followed by the reveal that it would be Vicky and showing her trip up and subsequently down her hotdog themed ramp. Also shown was the aftermath, with Vicky theatrically ringing out her hair and trying to playfully flick the mess she was covered in at her best friend, as she made her way back to her cage, grimacing as she did so, feeling the slop she had been dumped into moving around in her clothes.

"As you can see", began the judge, the screen cutting back to him. "The answer to how much sludge, is absolutely loads! It is time that we met today's plaintiff and defendant, who will be aiming to avoid the fate of Vicky in the previous episode. Remember, our plaintiff will be attempting to prosecute our defendant for a perceived crime. Our studio audience jury will then determine whether our defendant is guilty, in which case they will face punishment, or not guilty, in which case the plaintiff will face punishment for wasting court time. So lets meet today's plaintiff. Please state your name, age and place of residence."

The camera cut to an extremely athletic looking young woman, with toned muscles and long legs, standing around 5'10. She had long, straight brunette hair which reached about a quarter of the way down her back.

"My name is Hayley, I am 24 years old and I live in Cardiff." Said the woman.

"Thank you Hayley", the judge said. "Now lets meet our defendant."

The camera cut to another woman, slightly older than Hayley and whilst still athletic, not as athletic as the 24 year old. She was also slightly shorter at around 5'6, and had light brown wavy hair stretching down to her shoulders.

"My name is Rebecca, I am 33 years old and I live in Cardiff", said the defendant.

The camera once again cut back to the judge;

"Thank you Rebecca. Now Hayley, please explain why you are prosecuting Rebecca today."

"Well judge", the 24 year old began. "I am a personal trainer at a gym, and Rebecca was one of my clients. I worked extremely hard on her to try and get her into shape, as she asked me to help her prepare to run the London marathon. Well, I thought we were doing well, until out of the blue I got called into my manager's office and was told a complaint had been raised against me by Rebecca. I found this really quite disrespectful given all the work I had put in, and believe that she should be punished for this insulting action."

"OK thank you Hayley", said the judge. "So Rebecca, why did you put in the complaint?"

"What Hayley has neglected to mention judge", Rebecca began, "Was that after I had completed my training with her, given that I have run the London Marathon 2 weeks ago, she continued to pester me with messages asking if I wanted to continue training to improve myself. I had achieved what I set out to achieve and just wanted to take a break, but every day she would message trying to convince me to continue. In the end the only way I could get her to stop was to go to her boss. She was making my life a nightmare and I couldn't get any peace, so I think my actions were wholly justified."

"Well that does seem reasonable", said the judge. "Hayley do you have anything to add?"

The camera cut back to the younger woman;

"Absolutely I do judge. I worked my absolute butt off with Rebecca, as when she began with me she had very little motivation and would skip sessions which I had set up, wasting my time. Eventually I got through to her that she couldn't do that if she wanted to succeed in her goal of running the marathon, and then she finally began training properly. I couldn't bear to see all that work go to waste and genuinely wanted what was best for her, so I wanted her to continue her training with me, not to the same intensity of course but enough so that she would be happy and healthy."

The judge tried to interject but Rebecca beat him to it;

"Whilst I am sure you had my best interests at heart, I suspect that £60 an hour I was paying you also helped in your decision making when constantly messaging me. Also, the reason I skipped those first sessions was because you were so intense and draconian. On one occasion you wouldn't even let me use the toilet until I had completed the number of push-ups you deemed appropriate! It was all too much, and personally I think a punishment today could bring you down a peg or two and help you realise the errors in your methods."

This time the judge got in quickly;

"Thank you ladies, two very compelling arguments on both sides. Our jury will have a tough decision to make, but make it they must. It is now your chance to decide whether Rebecca is guilty of reporting Hayley to her manager unnecessarily, or whether Hayley has wasted court time with a frivolous case. Join us after the break where the results of the vote will be revealed, alongside today's gym themed punishment and of course the undiginifying punishment outfit one of our ladies will be wearing."

The break ended in what felt like a much shorter time than usual, particularly in comparison to the previous episode. The camera cut to the judge who was sat above the audience, Hayley and Rebecca, and he then began to speak;

"Welcome back to 'Justice!'. Before the break we heard that Hayley is trying to prosecute Rebecca today for reporting Hayley to her manager at work unnecessarily. Rebecca's defence was that Hayley was harassing her with messages, and that reporting her to her manager would be the only way to stop her."
The camera cut to both ladies, both nodding along and confident that they were in the right. The camera then cut back to the judge to continue his speech;

"Now, ordinarily this is the part of the show where we show off today's punishment and punishment outfit to our plaintiff and defendant, before revealing the jury's verdict. However today's case has caused a bit of a stir, with over 90% of our jury siding with either our plaintiff or our defendant. As a result, we felt that the regular sentence would not be sufficient given the public outcry over this case. Therefore, today's victim will also be partaking in a warm up punishment so to speak before the main event."

Both Hayley and Rebecca looked on in shock. Neither could believe that 90% of the audience would side with one over the other. The nerves grew in both women, knowing that one of them was going to be receiving a double punishment. The judge then continued;

"So, without further ado I believe it is time we revealed the results! Would the foreman of the jury please stand."

A man in the front row holding an envelope stood up, smiling as he did so.

"On the charge of unnecessarily reporting the plaintiff to her boss, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

The man paused for a couple of seconds before emphatically revealing the verdict;

"NOT GUILTY!"

"NOOOOOOO!" came a scream from Hayley, in disbelief that so many had sided against her. Also in disbelief was Rebecca, however hers was a joyous disbelief, half shocked and half laughing at her former personal trainer's predicament.

Two stagehands dressed as police officers quickly came and cuffed Hayley, leading her down in front of the judge.

"Hayley", the judge began. "Rebecca has been found not guilty, and as such you have wasted court time here today. Your claim was so frivolous that over 90% of our jury sided with Rebecca, and that is reflected in your sentencing today. Please take her away and prepare her for her preliminary punishment, which will be revealed when she has been brought back out."

Hayley was lead off stage, already grimacing and moaning, before either her main or preliminary punishment had begun. The judge then turned to address Rebecca;

"Well Rebecca, a rather emphatic victory for you here today. How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful judge", the 33 year old began. "I always had faith that I was in the right, but I'll be honest I didn't expect so many people to agree with me, so to be vindicated in that way is just fantastic. Plus, it will be excellent to see Hayley get her comeuppance!"

"Well, you can see it now as here she comes", the judge said off the coattails of Rebecca's monologue.
The familiar cage was brought out by the two 'police officers', however the attire of the occupant was different to previous episodes. Inside of course stood a miserable looking Hayley, her hands cuffed through the bars of the cage, but instead of the usual tiny grey t shirt and shorts, her top half was covered by nothing more than a sports bra, whilst on her bottom half she wore lycra shorts which stretched about three quarters of the way down her thigh, in contrast to the usual very short cotton shorts.

The judge stepped down from his perch and walked towards a treadmill which had also been brought into the studio.

"Please bring the prisoner to the treadmill" the judge said to the 'police officers'.

The 'police officers' opened the cage and lead the reluctant Hayley to the treadmill. Once she had arrived, the judge addressed her directly;

"Hayley, as we have previously mentioned, due to the overwhelming margin of the verdict, you will be taking part in this warm up punishment before you complete the main punishment. You see before you a treadmill, however this treadmill has a floor which moves along at your speed rather than being set to a particular speed. As you are aware, Rebecca here completed the London Marathon recently, and whilst we don't have time for you to complete a marathon, we think we've got enough time for a half marathon. That being said, this will be no ordinary half marathon. You see, the great thing about a marathon is that there are 26 miles, which also happens to coincide with the number of letters in the alphabet. Therefore, every time you run one of your 13 miles, two foodstuffs will be poured into those wonderfully tight lycra shorts of yours, starting with A and B, and working our way down to Y and Z. We will however be starting at 0 miles, as obviously once you have reached 13 miles your half marathon is complete. With that in mind, please bring out the apple sauce and baked beans!"

Hayley was in a state of shock. This punishment was horrific and it wasn't even the main one. She watched as two stagehands brought out a jar of apple sauce and a tin of baked beans. The judge then began to speak again;

"Rebecca, if you would like to take the beans and I'll take the apple sauce. Police officers, please ensure the prisoner is restrained."

The two 'police officers' took one of Hayley's arms each, as the judge and Rebecca opened up her shorts and got ready to pour. Hayley then began screaming;

"No, no you can't do this it isn't fair, please nooooo!"

Hayley's 'no' at the end was elongated and became more of a high pitched squeal, as both the judge and Rebecca poured their containers inside Hayley's shorts. Hayley was disgusted as she felt the sauces invading her private area, soaking into and invading her underwear. She also knew more discomfort was to come, as she was ushered onto the treadmill. As she began to run, her fears were realised, as the mess inside her shorts was moved around with the movement of her legs, causing her to grimace and make disgusted sounds as she ran.

The one saving Grace for Hayley was that being a personal trainer, she was incredibly fit, so it did not take her long to complete the first mile, albeit longer than it would without shorts filled with apple sauce and baked beans. The completion was a silver lining with an enormous cloud however, as the judge requested the next two items, custard and dulce de leche. Hayley's arms were taken by the 'police officers' again, as Rebecca and the judge poured the sweet treats down into Hayley's shorts, causing more squeals of anguish, in particular at the sticky dulce de leche, which was the most uncomfortable item for Hayley so far.

The pattern continued, with Hayley running and grimacing with obvious disgust and discomfort at the various foodstuffs swimming around and inside her underpants. Every mile completed meant more slop to be added, making each mile just that little bit more difficult than the last, on top of the tiredness which comes with running mile after mile. As she reached mile 9, her shorts were bulging with the mess that had been poured in; eggs, melted fudge, gravy, honey, ice cream, jam, ketchup, blended lentils, mayonnaise, Nutella, oatmeal, porridge, quark (the producers had to Google hard to find this one) and rice pudding. The experience was horrendous for Hayley, with many of the more textured items finding their way inside her underpants, the stickier items making it tricky for her to run and the smell emanating from the shorts was overpowering. Items number 19 and 20 were added, spaghetti and treacle, adding to the stickiness and the textures invading the athletic 24 year old's underwear.

On Hayley ran, each mile getting slower and slower as she became more and more tired. Mile 10 saw her suffer undhiyu (another spectacular Google effort from the production team, finding a vegetarian curry) and vegetable lasagne, mile 11 meant Worcestershire sauce and xampinyons en salsa (the production team were really earning over time at this point) entered Hayley's shorts, and finally at mile 12 she felt the disgusting feeling of the food entering her shorts for the final time, as in went the yoghurt and zabaglione. Hayley mustered the energy to run her final mile, the sloppy food had run all the way to the bottom of her shorts at this point, but the tight lycra had acted as a watertight seal, keeping it all in. As she finally finished, she wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the floor, but realised doing so would increase her discomfort immeasurably. The judge then began to speak;

"Well congratulations to Hayley for completing her half marathon, however that is only half of her punishment completed. Hayley will continue to wear those delightful shorts while we take a short break, after which we will reveal her next outfit, and today's full punishmentthe Har-rowing Machine."

Hayley gave a grimace and exasperated look as she realised her discomfort would continue for a little longer, the slop in her pants making her want to rip them off, as the show faded out for the second time.

The ad-break finished and everyone in the studio were still in the same position as they had been previously. Hayley was still stood on the treadmill, her lycra shorts bulging with the copious amount of mess that lay inside them. The judge was standing next to the machine along with Rebecca, who still had a huge smile on her face having just witnessed the first part of Hayley's gruelling punishment. The camera then cut back to the judge who began to speak;

"Welcome back to an unprecedented third part of 'Justice!'. Before the break we saw the studio audience jury side with Rebecca over Hayley by an enormous margin, and as a result we felt it was only right that Hayley experienced the full force of the law. Therefore, before Hayley embarks on her true punishment in this part of the show, she was made to run 13 miles, a half marathon, with food being added to her lycra shorts with every mile she completed. As you can see, she is still wearing her food filled shorts and is no doubt desperate to take them off."

The camera cut to Hayley who was both putting and grimacing at the feeling inside her shorts. The camera then cut back to the judge;

"Well, she may not be as desperate to take them off when she sees what is coming next. Please bring out 'Prisoner 1' and lets demonstrate Hayley's true punishment, the Har-rowing Machine!"

Two stagehands dressed as police officers brought out the now familiar crash test dummy, dressed in the traditional punishment uniform of very short grey shorts and a grey crop top, both of which had small black arrows imprinted onto the material, which was thin cotton designed to offer no protection whatsoever.

The dummy was taken over to the other side of the studio, where awaiting it was a rowing machine like contraption, which had clearly been modified to suit the needs of the show. The rowing machine was resting on a pool filled with water, and there were poles protruding from both the front and back of the machine and which were attached to rotators on either side of the pool, which would allow the machine to spin. At the sides of the machine were paddles and fan like objects. Whereas usually for a rowing boat the paddles would be facing down into the water, these appeared to be pointing up towards the boat. The dummy was placed into the rowing machine seat, which had a strap which went around its midriff. The dummy's hands were also attached to the handles of the rowing machine, making it impossible to let go.

Once the dummy had been secured, the stagehands moved quickly out of the way and the demonstration of the punishment began. 'Prisoner 1' had been given an updated of this week, which allowed it to be controlled remotely and to pull on the handles of the rowing machine. As it did this however, it caused the paddles to begin moving, however instead of moving forwards and back in a rowing style, the paddles began flicking water up into the boat, catching prisoner 1 and causing them to get soaked. Prisoner 1 then began to slow down in their rowing speed, and as this happened a hopper opened up above, dousing the dummy in water, which was followed by a quick rotation of the machine, with Prisoner 1 going underneath the pool of water the machine was sat on, completely soaking the dummy. Finally, the fan like appliances began spinning, resulting in the water in the pool being constantly sprayed at Prisoner 1, until eventually everything stopped moving and the demonstration was over.

"What an impressive demonstration" remarked the judge. "To make the punishment clear, Hayley here will be rowing for 2,000m, as is the case for an Olympic rowing race. The faster she rows, the faster the paddles will fling the contents of the pool at her. However, row too slow and the hoppers above will open up and the machine will capsize. Once 1,000m has been reached, the fans will also come into effect, and will also spin faster dependent on how fast Hayley rows. Of course, Prisoner 1 only faced water, but that won't be the case for Hayley here, oh no. We know that gyms have become a good place for super foods to thrive, so we thought about having some kale gently float down on top of today's victim. However, our silly production team misheard and thought we said soup-er foods. Therefore, today's pool will be filled with 5 types of soup, tomato, vegetable, minestrone, lentil and mushroom.!"

Hayley listened on in shock. This was beyond cruel she thought. Having just run 13 miles in food filled shorts, she was absolutely shattered, and now she had to row 2,000m whilst being pelted with soup. Her hands were cupped over her mouth and she was shaking her head in disbelief. She didn't have long to do this however, as soon the judge began to speak again;

"Officers, please take Hayley back down into custody and prepare her for the second part of her punishment."

Hayley was ushered by the two 'police officers' back into the cage she came out in, waddling uncomfortably as she was locked inside and wheeled away to change into her new uniform. The judge then turned to speak to Rebecca;

"So Rebecca, how did you enjoy the first part of Hayley's punishment?"

"Oh it was wonderful judge" Rebecca replied. "The look on her face really was a picture."

"Well" said the judge. "It will probably be even more of a picture after this, so please bring in the prisoner."

The cage containing Hayley was wheeled in for a second time, however on this occasion Hayley was wearing the traditional prisoner's uniform of tiny shorts and an equally tiny t-shirt. The tall, athletic 24 year old looked incredibly sexy in the tight fitting uniform, with her brunette hair hanging loose down her back. Her long, muscular legs looked normal up until the mid-thigh, at which point it was clear she had not been afforded a shower backstage, merely a change of clothes, as the remnants of her earlier punishment were still staining her legs.

"Please place the prisoner into position" said the judge.

The two 'police officers' opened the cage and almost had to drag the extremely reluctant Hayley out. They walked her arm in arm to the rowing machine, Hayley walking gingerly as she could still feel the effects of her earlier punishment on her soaked underpants. The 'police officers' sat Hayley down and strapped her into the chair around her bare midriff, slightly obscuring her 6 pack abs. Her hands were then attached to the handles of the rowing machine, the chair moving closer as they did so. Once she was securely in place, the 'police officers' stepped back and allowed the judge to begin his monologue.

"Hayley, you have been found to have wasted court time by making a spurious claim against today's defendant. In reality, you harassed her until her only option to stop you was to go to your superiors. The jury's feeling on this matter was clear, and as such you are now facing your second punishment of the day. I hope this experience teaches you a valuable lesson, and prevents you from acting in this way in the future. Let punishment, commence!"

As the judge spoke his final line, he slammed down his gavel. As he did so, a large screen showed up in front of the rowing machine which showed how much further there was for Hayley to row. It also showed a bar which would be used to measure speed. There was a red area of the bar underneath the speed of 5 km/h, which had not been explained but everyone knew what it meant.

Hayley was reluctant to start rowing, until she saw a timer on the screen which read 'capsize in 5 seconds', which suddenly became 4 seconds. Realising she had to start, she began to pull on the handle and her speed went up, out of the red area and up to around 6km/h. This of course resulted in the beginning of the movement of the paddles to the side of the boat. As Hayley pulled back and moved forward, the paddles began flinging the soup from the pool below over the side and onto the 24 year old. At first, each hit resulted in a squeak emanating from the personal trainer, the soup hitting the sides of her head, body and legs as she tried to concentrate on rowing. She could feel the cold soup dribbling through her hair, top and shorts, the lentils from the lentil soup in particular causing her great discomfort due to their propensity to get stuck both in her hair and against her skin. Whilst her sides were taking a battering, her front and back remained relatively clean, however this was soon to change.

Hayley had managed the first 500m of her row relatively easily, even with the distraction of soup being flung at her. However, tiredness was now setting in, partly due to the strenuous nature of the punishment itself, but primarily due to the 13 miles Hayley had already run. As the seconds passed by she edged closer and closer to dropping into the red zone, before eventually she did. There was no warning of this, however she was soon aware as the hopper above her opened and sent a wave of the mixed soup crashing down on her head. Hayley had clearly forgotten what came next, as the falling soup caused her to scream in shock, just as her boat rotated quickly, capsizing with her inside and her mouth wide open. As a result, not only did Hayley suffer a dunking underneath the soup pool, but she also ended up with a mouthful of the soup, which she had to begrudgingly swallow providing her with a revolting taste. As the boat continued its rotation and Hayley was brought back above the surface, her front and back were certainly no longer clean. Indeed, no part of her was. The liquid soup had completely saturated her hair, her prisoner's uniform and her underwear. In addition, the lentils, pasta and veg from the various soups had also invaded her hair and more noticeably for Hayley her underwear, the items invading areas she wished they would not as she now felt more uncomfortable than when she had the food filled shorts on, something which at the time she did not think possible.

Hayley was now completely soaked through and felt completely disgusting. Despite this however, she was able to reach the 1,000m mark without any further capsizing, whilst still being splattered by the paddles. The 1,000m mark meant that the fans kicked into gear however, resulting in the soup onslaught becoming significantly greater, something which shocked Hayley as she was not taking the soup hits at a much greater velocity. This shock was enough for her to dip into the red on the speedometer again, resulting in the hopper releasing yet more soup onto the already bedraggled girl, along with the rotation of the boat providing her with her second dunking. The other effect of the dunking and soup drop was the boat itself was filling up with soup, now coming up above Hayley's hips. This meant that every time her seat moved, the soup would enter and exit her shorts, causing the tired and defeated 24 year old even greater discomfort.

Hayley continued on, the fans and paddles attacking her with soup for the duration of her 'journey', only stopping on the occasions when she fell below the red line and she was dunked underneath the surface of the pool. This happened a further 3 times, each time giving Hayley a completely fresh soaking of the cold and smelly soups. Whilst the mushroom soup was the most aromatically assaulting for Hayley, it remained the lentils that provided her the most physical discomfort, managing to wriggle their way into the smallest of gaps. Eventually, Hayley was able to reach the 2,000m mark, which was denoted by a siren playing and Hayley receiving one further dunking below the surface of the soup pool for good measure. Not that this really mattered however. Hayley was shattered both physically and emotionally by the experience. Her hands were still attached to the bar, so all she could do was put her head also against the bar in exhaustion. Her once luscious brunette hair was now lank and saturated with the various soups, bits of vegetable, pasta and lentil embedded within. The judge and Rebecca then came and walked over to the motionless Hayley, with the judge beginning to speak;

"Well there we have it ladies and gentlemen, possibly our most brutal punishment yet. Given jury opinion however, it seems that justice has been done. But what do you think Hayley, has justice been done here today?"

Hayley didn't respond with any words, simply a look up and glare from her position. This would have been more threatening, had it not been for the soup dribbling down her face into the boat. She then resumed her position with her head on the handles.

"I think we can take that as a no then", remarked the judge. "But what about you Rebecca, do you feel as though justice was done?"

"Oh certainly judge, and hopefully Hayley will listen more closely when people say they don't want to continue their training any more."

"Oh I think she will, and I suspect she won't forget this 'Har-rowing' experience any time soon", the judge said to a small laugh from the audience. "That is all we have time for today however, so join us next time when we will be able to provide some more justice to one of you. And remember, if you can't take the grime, DON'T WASTE COURT TIME!"