It was late Friday afternoon and the normal set of neighbours arrived at the Halfway house. It was more than just a house, but was two attached houses that were combined into one, and was used as a Halfway house for some ten criminals who had been let out of prison as part of their return to the community. There was the almost natural resistance by the local residents who were worried that having criminals living amongst them could cause an increase in the crime rate and be a personal risk to them.
However, the authorities persisted but also understood the concerns of the local residents. Therefore, they arranged that the local residents would be able to visit the home to understand the discipline regime that was in place there. After all, it was well known that some prisoners required re-educating on what was right or wrong when back in the community. The way that the authorities decided to re-educate was to impose a list of rules on the residents and impose corporal punishment as the penalty for breaking those rules. The authorities also agreed that the neighbouring residents could attend what became the public corporal punishment sessions so that they could see that the rules were being imposed stringently.
There were about twenty homes close by to the Halfway house. The arrangement was that one person from each home would be invited to attend the corporal punishment session. There were a couple of restrictions on who could attend. First, they had to be at least eighteen years of age. Second, as it was a female-only Halfway house, everyone watching had to be female as well.
So as the neighbouring residents once again arrived at the Halfway house and made their way to the living room and to the row of seats that were facing the one discipline chair at the front of the room, the resident who was due to be disciplined was waiting in the adjacent living room guarded by the Assistant Governess, Miss Stanton.
The resident due to be disciplined was sixty-one-years-old Marcia who had been imprisoned for the last three years for persistent theft. She had now broken curfew on three separate occasions during the month and for that had earned a disciplinary penalty.
The neighbouring residents were settling themselves down in their chairs in the front living room. There was a whole range of ages with the youngest being eighteen-year-old Hannah, and the oldest being seventy-two-year-old Jill.
Once the neighbouring residents had settled down, Assistant Governess Stanton was told, and she immediately grasped resident Marcia by the upper arm and guided her out into the hallway and then into the front living room.
Marcia winced as she saw all of the local residents glaring up at her as she was led into the living room and towards the chair at the front. She was dressed in the especially short nightie the inmates had to wear when being disciplined. Mostly the inmates would be told to lift up the hems to have their legs smacked by Assistant Governess Stanton, but today Marcia would be taking the nightdress off when she went across Assistant Governess Stanton’s lap to be spanked and stay naked as she bent over for the cane.
Two other Halfway house residents were in the watching audience. Both were two thirds towards their own punishment and watching was a reminder to them to be careful how they behaved or else it would tip their record over the limit and then they would be subjected to their public punishment. The two other residents were sixty-three-year-old Janet and fifty-nine-year-old Barbara. Both had been imprisoned for two and four-years respectively and neither wanted to be returned to prison and so were trying hard, but, like Marcia, failed occasionally and suffered the necessary re-education.
Assistant Governess Stanton was twenty-two-years-old and an ex-teacher and prison guard. She knew she had a knack for re-educating offenders and saw giving them the earned punishment as an important and necessary part of re-education. She was dressed in her Halfway house uniform of a dark brown sleeveless dress with a high hem and, as it was summer, she had bare legs.
As Assistant Governess Stanton sat on the high-backed spanking chair Governess Norton came into the living room carrying the hook-ended cane that was going to be used on Marcia’s very naughty bottom.
The neighbouring residents watched with broad grins as Marcia was led into the room with her upper arm firmly grasped. They all enjoyed the obvious submissive state of mind of the resident to be punished. Some amongst them, who got turned on by watching the residents being disciplined, were also thinking about how they might train to be a governess in this type of home.
Hannah, in particular, was thinking that. She was a prefect and class captain at school and had come to watch the punishment several times now and had advocated similar punishments at prefects detention, arguing that it would instil discipline in her offending classmates who got double detentions. The Headmistress was considering the request and had received support from the governors, and so she had encouraged Hannah to watch the weekly punishment sessions to gain the experience she would need should she get the green light.
Hannah smirked as she also thought how a few of the teachers would also benefit from this type of discipline regime as their attitude was far from ideal at times. Maybe that was too much to hope for, although she was more confident about getting the schools agreement for the prefects to discipline her classmates who got double detentions.
Assistant Governess Stanton glared up at Marcia and ordered, “Now take off your nightie.“
Marcia again winced and blushed as she looked at the audience full of local residents, many of whom she had seen in the street as she made her way around the local area. She already knew how embarrassing it was when she saw any of them outside as they were bound to laugh at her knowing that she was unable to rebuke them because the sentence would be increased, and, no doubt, this very punishment repeated. She also knew she had no alternative as she took hold of the hem of her shorty nightie and pulled it up her body, knowing that her full breasts were on show as she pulled the nightdress over her head. She then folded the nightdress, as she knew she had to in order to avoid additional strokes of the cane, and put the neatly folded nightie on the table behind Assistant Governess Stanton.
Once Marcia had undressed Assistant Governess Stanton again glared at her and ordered, “Now get across my lap.”
By now Marcia was eager to get the punishment over with and so quickly eased herself down across the waiting lap. She saw that most of Assistant Governess Stanton’s lap was actually bare because her hem had risen right up her thighs and so knew that her own tummy would be resting on bare skin. Actually, she rather liked pressing her tummy down onto the bare thighs. Of course, that delight, as always, was only very short-lived because the pain of the punishment was very soon going to take over from the sexual arousal she got from that.
Assistant Governess Stanton kept a firm look on her face as Marcia‘s face passed within inches of her own. She loved the authority that she had over the inmates of the Halfway house and knew that being able to give a very painful punishment in front of the neighbouring residents was something that was essential to her own aim of being promoted to Governor. Therefore, she had no qualms about the punishment she was going to give Marcia, which, after all, was well earned because she had broken very clear rules.
Once Marcia had settled down across her lap Assistant Governess Stanton started to rub her bottom in circles. She took the opportunity, as she rubbed, to glance up at the audience and saw a whole raft of smiling faces with, particularly the younger members of the audience, either giggling or holding their hands over their mouths as they were clearly whispering to the women sitting in adjacent seats. It was all very normal, she knew, but an essential part of making sure that the local residents felt safe at having a Halfway house as neighbours.
After rubbing Marcia’s bottom in circles a few times Assistant Governess Stanton raised her hand and brought her palm down with as much force as she could muster on Marcia’s far bottom cheek. She always liked to make the first spank particularly hard so it left the resident under no illusion that this would not be anything other than a very hard spanking. She also enjoyed watching the bottom cheek surrender to her hand and then bounce back and wobble around just as she was bringing her hand back down onto the near bottom cheek. She then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks turning each cheek darker and darker shades of red as she listened to Marcia’s increasingly loud gasps of pain.
Hannah was also enjoying the spectacle of watching the spanking. She really was learning so much about giving a spanking and wanted even more earnestly to spank her disobedient classmates at school. She knew that the vast majority were well-behaved, whilst some were disruptive but, she felt, would correct their behaviour after being spanked just one or two times. On the other hand, there were two or three classmates who she felt needed to be spanked much more often in order to convince them to be less disruptive in class.
So, as Assistant Governess Stanton continued to spank Marcia, initially spanking alternate bottom cheeks, but then changing to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row before spanking the other bottom cheek several times in a row, Hannah knew how that was going to increase the level of pain for the very naughty bottom being spanked.
Assistant Governess Stanton continued to spank Marcia in the time-honoured fashion ignoring her ever louder gasps of pain, nor the fact that she knew Marcia was starting to cry. After all, tears showed that the spanking was having the right effect and was even an incentive to spank the bottom much harder to further make sure the right lesson was learned.
Only once Assistant Governess Stanton was happy with the deep red colour of both bottom cheeks did she then proceed to spank the backs of Marcia‘s legs. She once again spanked the legs alternately, for several minutes, before then changing to spanking the back of each leg six or seven times before spanking the back of the other leg six or seven times. This continued for several minutes each time, with the full support, clearly, of the local residents.
Marcia knew that she would struggle with the spanking as she had always done during her time at the Halfway house. She had known before coming that corporal punishment was the normal response to breaking any of the rules, but she always felt that preferable to continuing to reside in prison. At least at the Halfway house, she was given the opportunity to walk around the locality, including going to the shops. She could also stop and chat with anyone who was prepared to chat to her given that she had to always wear the Halfway house uniform so everybody knew where she was living. However, increasingly there were neighbours who would chat with her.
What Marcia also knew was that she had broken the rule although hadn’t meant to, but the effect was the same and so she accepted that she fully deserved to be spanked, and understood how it helped relations with the local residents to have her spanked in front of them. It hardly mattered to her that the age range of those watching was so broad, nor did it matter to her the age of the person spanking her. All that mattered was that she knew she was going to struggle with the pain and dissolve into uncontrolled crying before the end, and that was exactly what was happening, because, as she opened her eyes to look at the backs of the upside-down legs of Assistant Governess Stanton, she realised they were blurred due to the tears that had already welled up in her eyes. Moments later she felt those tears dribble down her face and knew that she was sobbing as well.
Assistant Governess Stanton was happy that the spanking she was giving was sufficiently hard particularly as Governess Norton was watching her. She knew that her annual review was not far away and that there was every chance she was going to gain her promotion, and that gave her an added incentive to make this spanking particularly telling.
In fact, Assistant Governess Stanton knew that the spanking was hard enough as she listened to Marcia‘s distressed apologies, albeit the words never quite made sense because she was crying so much. So, happy the hand spanking had done its job, she stopped, glared at the back of Marcia‘s head, and ordered, “Now get up so you can be caned.“
It took a few moments for Marcia to understand the order, although she knew right at the start that she was going to be caned. However, because the pain that she was already struggling with was so overbearing it always took a short while to digest the new instructions. However, once she had, she eased herself up from Assistant Governess Stanton’s lap, and looking down, waited for her to stand up so that she could bend over and grab the seat of the chair.
Hannah and the other neighbours smiled as the spanking continued. Having Marcia totally naked was just an added bit of fun for them as they watched her full breasts swaying around underneath her as she squirmed around on Assistant Governess Stanton’s lap. It wasn’t so unusual given that when they went to the gym they would see other women undressed in the changing rooms, so seeing Marcia‘s breasts sway as they did was only different because the sight was linked to her increasingly reddened bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs.
Marcia watched through her blurred tear-filled eyes as Assistant Governess Stanton stood up. Once the chair was vacated, Marcia placed her feet in front of the chair, bent over, and clasped hold of the seat. She knew to part her legs and lower her tummy and raise her head, and in that way, her bottom was both stretched and presented in just the right way to maximise the amount of pain she was going to receive. As she bent over she opened her eyes and the closest thing she saw were her own bare breasts. She couldn’t really make out her nipples but knew that they were taut because although she always struggled with being spanked and caned, and actually hated it whilst the punishment was carried out, she also knew that it got her aroused and that when she was alone later on she would give herself several massive orgasms. However, Marcia knew that, first things first, she would have to suffer the rather higher level of pain she was about to suffer from the cane.
Assistant Governess Stanton waited for Marcia to present her bottom in the time-honoured fashion, and loved the way that her fleshy bottom cheeks were almost stretched as her tummy was dropped and her head raised up. Once again she loved the power as she positioned herself, rubbing the cane from side to side across the already very red bottom cheeks making sure that the end of the cane would land on the far bottom cheek rather than on the thin air beyond as that would again maximise the pain of each stroke she was going to give to Marcia’s bare bottom.
So, pursing her lips and happy she was standing in the best position to maximise the pain, Assistant Governess Stanton stopped rubbing the cane from side to side, pulled her arm back, and then landed the first stroke across the middle of both bottom cheeks. The resulting gasp as well as the sight of the cane biting into both bottom cheeks and then watching the red welts rise and harden all added to Assistant Governess Stanton’s happiness in making sure that each cane stroke was a really hard one.
Marcia realised the caning was about to start as she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom and as much as she knew the caning would hurt she thought her usual two thoughts in the moments before the first stroke landed. First, and foremost, that she deserved to be caned for breaking the rules. Second, how she was getting aroused by the prospect of the cane and knew her nipples were already taut and flutters were flying around her vagina, and would do but only until the first stroke.
As Marcia’s took deeper and deeper breaths in anticipation of the pain to come she looked back and slightly sideways and saw, still blurred but what clearly were the bare upside-down legs of Assistant Governess Stanton. What she couldn’t make out was that the calf muscles tensed which would’ve indicated to Marcia that the cane was now on its way down towards her bottom. However, she had worked that out because the rubbing of the cane across her bottom had stopped and that was the most likely result.
Assistant Governess Stanton pulled her arm back again and whipped the cane down landing the second stroke just below the first and listened to the even louder gasp that Marcia made as the second raised red welt appeared. When the third stroke landed she heard Marcia hiss in and out through clenched teeth as she shook her head from side to side and even wiggled her bottom, all indicating the struggle for her to cope with each cane stroke.
As the fourth stroke landed, Marcia once again questioned how she could’ve broken a rule knowing that this was going to be the result. There were no second chances ever given at the Halfway house and so there was never any question that she would be let off this awfully pain-filled punishment. As the fifth stroke landed and she felt the cane bite into her bottom cheeks she knew that she hissed in and out through clenched teeth as she shook her head from side to side and even raised one leg. How she got aroused by this she could not even start tell herself, except she knew that she was by the time the punishment was over.
As the sixth stroke landed, this time Marcia knew that she threw her head back as her mouth dropped open and she let out yet another yelp. She didn’t question, though, whether it was right that a woman her age had to suffer not just being spanked and caned whilst naked, but having that punishment carried out in front of an audience. In fact, she knew quite well that being disciplined in front of an audience added to her humiliation and helped remind her not to break the rules next time. She knew that reminder wouldn’t last more than a few days when she would no doubt earn another punishment, but also knew that she would adhere to the rules much better now after being spanked and caned so many times compared to when she wasn’t at the Halfway house.
Assistant Governess Stanton had already decided the punishment would be nine strokes of the cane. So, as she landed the seventh stroke and watched the red welt surface just below the other six strokes, she knew that Marcia would find it very difficult to sit down comfortably for at least a couple of days. Of course, she would not be allowed to rub any cool cream into her bottom and the best that she could hope for would be to lie in bed and rub her own sore stinging bottom cheeks which helped, of course, but not as much as cream would.
On the other hand, Assistant Governess Stanton also knew that some of the inmates were more than likely going to masturbate when in bed although she had never understood herself how they got so aroused. She never told anyone, but she had actually asked a friend to give her six hard strokes of the cane to educate herself on what the pain would be like and hoped to find out how any of the inmates were aroused afterwards. However, all she got was the feeling of a horrible stinging pain and the embarrassment and humiliation of having her bottom caned and certainly no feelings of arousal during or after the punishment. In fact, she even went to the toilets soon after the punishment and ran her fingers along her pussy lips, but they were as dry as they could be. So she even wondered whether getting aroused was an illusion, or even that the inmates were lying when they told some of the carers that they got aroused because she just didn’t. It was an enigma to her for sure.
Marcia felt the eighth stroke bite into her bottom and again threw her head back and let out a loud yelp as she wiggled her bottom and raised her leg again all in an effort to cope with the ever-increasing stinging pain. It never worked, but, equally, she was not able to stop herself showing the reaction that she did. Having said that, she knew that all of the inmates reacted in the same way when they were caned.
Assistant Governess Stanton focused as she brought the came down for the ninth and final stroke, making sure, as always, that it was the hardest stroke of them all, and knew it was from the way that Marcia screamed rather than yelped as she threw her head back, then shook it from side to side hissing in and out through clenched teeth, wiggled her bottom, and raised a leg again.
As Assistant Governess Stanton turned and looked at the watching residents she realised that some of them looked on sympathetically as though the punishment far exceeded the crime. However, rules were rules, and Assistant Governess Stanton was a stickler for the rules knowing that that was going to help her gain the promotion that she wanted.
Satisfied that Marcia had now paid the price of breaking curfew, she ordered, “Okay, you can now get up. Stand and turn around to let the neighbours see your bottom.”
Marcia was at least relieved that the punishment was over but now knew she had to go and stand in front of the neighbours and turn around so that everyone got a much closer view of her bottom. She walked towards the audience knowing that many were open-eyed in amazement because they had watched the punishment for the first time, whilst others smiled as they knew exactly what to expect. So, as she initially faced everyone knowing that her tear-stained face, as well as her full breasts and her hair mound, were what people were looking at, she turned her back towards them, bent over slightly, and then knew that they were now all looking closely at the nine red raised welts on her bottom, as well as the redness of her bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs.
Assistant Governess Stanton knew that the inmates hated to have to show the results of their punishment to those watching but it was all part of proving to the neighbouring residents that discipline was a priority in the Halfway house and was imposed seriously. Indeed, it was because of this regime that, when neighbouring residents were asked, they all agreed that the management was handling the residents well, and none of them felt at risk.
Having said that, Hannah had spotted one of the neighbours who, whilst watching Marcia being caned, had her hand resting on her lap and was clearly pressing down on her own pussy lips and she even let out a muffled erotic gasp. It really did set Hannah thinking about the sexual impact of corporal punishment and wondered how many of her classmates might do the same thing when she spanked and caned someone at the front of the class during detention. Of course, she giggled at the thought because she realised that meant that, in her own mind, it was already a done deal.
So, as Marcia was then dismissed by Assistant Governess Stanton, Janet and Barbara glanced at each other knowing how close they were to be the next inmates to be disciplined in this way. They also knew that Governess Norton had made it clear that she never wanted a week to go by when at least one of the residents was not punished in front of the neighbouring residents. She knew the impact it had and the popularity that produced, and that it was such an effective way of keeping the local residents on side.
Governess Norton and Assistant Governess Stanton made a point of standing by the front door as each of the local residents left and shook each one’s hand, irrespective of whether they were old or young. After all, even the younger ones would be asked questions about what happened.
Once alone, Governess Norton made a point of saying, “Well done. You really have come along since being promoted to Assistant Governess. I know that your review is a day or so away, but, let me tell you, that I heard today that I am being promoted and will now oversee several of the Halfway houses. That leaves open the position of Governess at this Halfway house, and, I can also tell you, that you have my recommendation.
Assistant Governess Stanton thanked Governess Norton and, after a few more pleasantries, excused herself so she could go to the toilet. When there, sitting down with her knickers around her ankles and the hem of her dress above her waist, she knew she didn’t need to use the toilet, but ran her fingers along her pussy lips and knew just how wet she was going to be. She already knew that whilst being caned didn’t turn her on, giving the cane certainly did and, as she exploded into an amazing orgasm, so she told herself that the responsibility of caning the inmates should remain with her, even if promoted. At least, she would do that for as long as she could.
Upstairs, Marcia was lying on her bed, on her tummy, clasping hold of her stinging bottom cheeks. As she did so, the hatred that she had of being spanked and caned started to disappear, and those feelings were, as usual, replaced by increasingly erotic ones with flutters flying around her vagina. It didn’t take long for her to raise her tummy and slip a hand under her and in between her legs and run her fingers up and down her now very wet pussy lips. As she eased her fingers inside her pussy and flicked her taut clit, so she exploded in the first of what she knew would be many orgasms before she finally went to sleep tonight. As she recovered from her first orgasm so she smiled to herself thinking how it wasn’t all that bad to have to suffer the humiliation of being disciplined in front of the neighbours.
Feeling more relaxed, Marcia then smiled as, actually, when she met them in the street over the coming days, the neighbours might even sympathise with her, or, as one neighbour had made clear just a few days ago, would even be envious of the fact that she had received exactly the spanking and caning that they had fantasised about receiving for so many years.
Hannah checked her messages as she got close to home and one was from the Headmistress. It said that her suggestion to be allowed to spank and cane her naughty classmates in double detention was confirmed by the governors. No one else was at home when she lay on her bed with her knickers around her ankles and her dress raised above her waist, and she ran her fingers along her very wet pussy lips as she gave herself a wonderful orgasm.
So, in fact, there was a balance between the neighbouring residents and the inmates on various levels covering the actual giving and receiving of a very painful spanking and caning because of the sexual arousal it gave. There really was much more to it than a Halfway house being located in a residential area because it was all about teaching and being taught, whether you were an inmate or a local resident.
It had been just a normal day at the Halfway house, but then so much more than that with so many different sexual feelings being exercised, which made the punishment sessions so well attended, and helped so many amazing orgasms happen straight afterwards.
