Piper’s heart was beating really quickly as she opened the envelope which she knew was from the Discipline Centre. She quickly read it and saw it confirmed that she would be getting fifty strokes of the cane on her bare bottom. She read the notes that said that if she came to be dealt with at the Discipline Centre more than fourteen days after the date on the letter, then the penalty would go up to seventy-five strokes. Further delay or a refusal to comply with any conditions would add more strokes, and if she got to more than one hundred strokes, she would get those one hundred strokes on her first attendance at the Discipline Centre, and the balance, with an additional penalty of twenty-five strokes, when she attended in the following seven days.
Piper was nineteen and had been caught stealing just a small item from the clothes shop in the mall. It wasn’t as though Piper needed to steal because she came from a well-off family. However, she got a buzz from stealing and when the police caught her and then went and inspected her bedroom, they found over a dozen items that had clearly been stolen.
In the past, she would have been sentenced to several hours in the community centre doing something for the public good. However, the do-gooders decided that that wasn’t right anymore and that a more serious punishment should be given. That was when the Discipline Centres were established.
Contrary to the opinion of the do-gooders, Piper had to admit that she thought being caned was easier than doing community service, particularly because it would be so much quicker. However, she knew what also happened, as she read the letter, was that she felt quivers flying around her vulva. That was because as well as getting a buzz from stealing, she got a buzz from getting the cane.
When Piper was at sixth form college, she consistently broke the rules and was sent to the headmistress to be caned. She was seen as something of a hero by her classmates for doing that, and she quickly discovered that she couldn’t get enough of both the pain and the adoration. When she left college, she felt there was a void that needed to be filled and breaking the rules again and being sent to the Discipline Centre was, for her, ideal. She realised that she didn’t really need the adoration of her classmates, but she certainly did need the pain.
When masturbating, her favourite thought as she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm was the headmistress caning her. Hence her need to keep being sent to the headmistress to be caned.
Now, as her need for the excitement of the pain took over her senses, she deliberately failed to go to the Discipline Centre within the fourteen-day timescale and smiled when she knew that the fifty strokes were now seventy-five.
When she did get to the Discipline Centre, seven more days late, the receptionist immediately told her about the increased penalty. Piper made herself look contrite but got the same feeling of excitement as she did when stealing, so didn’t even apologise.
After being registered, Piper was directed to the ladies’ changing room and told she had three minutes to get there. However, she took her time and when she did get to the changing room the receptionist there immediately said, “You are now at eighty-five strokes for bad timekeeping. Don’t forget that if you earn fifteen more strokes you will be returning again in the next seven days with an additional twenty-five strokes added to any that you will have earned. Therefore, from now on do exactly as you are told.”
Piper didn’t particularly want to exceed the one hundred strokes but was very happy with eighty-five. Therefore, becoming obedient, she replied, “Yes, Miss.” She was now feeling how she felt when in the headmistress’s study, knowing that she had to be totally obedient, which she found she was once in the presence of an authoritative woman. However, she also found being in the headmistress’s study and about to be caned a huge turn-on. So, even though obedient, she still had flutters flying around her vulva with the excitement of what was going to happen today.
The receptionist ordered, “Take this basket and take all your clothes off. You will be naked when given the cane.”
Piper had read that that was going to happen. Even though she was not directed to a cubicle to undress in private, with the receptionist watching, she slipped her shoes off and put them in the basket. She pulled her vest top over her head, folded it once and put it in the basket. She then put her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught it, and put that on top of her vest top. She undid her shorts and pushed them down towards the floor, catching her knickers on the way, stepped out of both, and put them with her other clothes.
Piper stood silently looking at the receptionist, fully naked, but not worried about that. She knew she didn’t have the most curvaceous body, with just nicely pert breasts. However, she was slim, happy with her attractiveness, and felt comfortable about her body and nakedness.
As she waited, maybe only for moments but it felt like an age, Piper took deep breaths as she was beginning to feel concerned about the punishment to come but was also ever so confident that she could deal with it. However, she made herself look contrite again because she didn’t want the receptionist to think that she was overconfident. She also hoped the receptionist didn’t realise how turned-on she was, although supposed her taut nipples may well give that away.
The receptionist clearly didn’t even look at Piper’s nipples or give any indication she cared one jot how she felt then and just ordered, “Go through that door and see the nurse.”
Piper again said, “Yes, Miss,” and went up to the door that was pointed to, knocked on it, waited for the command, and went through. She closed the door behind herself and went up to where the nurse was. She saw that the nurse had a stethoscope around her neck that she put into her ears and then listened to Piper’s heartbeat.
It still didn’t embarrass Piper being naked as she was being checked out because whenever she surfed the internet and watched websites where women were tied to benches and caned or whipped, they were nearly always naked. Therefore, whenever she fingered herself to an orgasm when in bed, she was always being caned and naked. Of course, the woman who was caning her was always fully clothed to show her position of authority.
The nurse seemed satisfied and ordered, “Right, go through that door and you will be met by Officer Lewis.”
Piper thought she ought to be obedient again and said, “Yes, Miss,” as she turned and then walked towards the door. She knocked and again waited for the order before walking through and closing it behind herself. She immediately saw Officer Lewis, but, more significantly, she saw the frame that she was going to be secured to. She had seen ones just like it on the videos that she watched, and she got ever more excited as she looked at it.
The caning frame was designed to ensure that her arms were secured so she could not protect her bottom. This one was in the form of a flat X that she would lie on. Her arms would be stretched above her head resting on the two thin flank V-projections and her wrists secured by leather cuffs. There was a headrest between the two thin flanks of the X. Her bottom would be raised because there was a thick cushion at the crossover point at the centre of the X just where her bottom would be resting. She could see a leather strap that would secure her waist in position. Her legs would be spread apart on the lower two thin flanks and her ankles would be secured by leather cuffs. Piper could see that her legs would be spread apart so Officer Lewis would have a very clear view of her shaved pussy lips, which added to her excitement.
In fact, Piper felt much more relaxed because she could see she was going to be properly secured. She thought it would actually be more difficult to take the caning if she wasn’t secured in place, but now she would be able to writhe around with the pain knowing that her bottom would be secured in place and so the officer would have no reason to complain. She was now even more excited.
Piper saw that Officer Lewis had a stern look on her face. She was dressed in her uniform of a beige short-sleeved shirt with the top button undone, a dark brown skirt, and had bare legs which Piper knew she would be able to see as she lay on the caning frame. At least until her eyes filled with tears, she reminded herself.
Officer Lewis ordered, “Lay down on top of that cushion and stretch your arms and legs out so they rest on the frame next to where I will secure the cuffs.”
Piper did as she was told and lay there as Officer Lewis secured her in position. Officer Lewis did not say anything as she secured the leather cuffs around both wrists, and then secured the two cuffs to each ankle. Finally, Officer Lewis tied the strap tightly around her waist. Piper tested how far she could move and realised it was hardly at all, which again made her feel happier about her ability to deal with the pain. After all, she just had to lie there and take every cane stroke.
Secured in place, with her bottom raised, Piper felt Officer Lewis rub her bare bottom and couldn’t move away even if she wanted to. She supposed that Officer Lewis was showing her just who was in charge. Officer Lewis may also have done that to feel the difference in her bottom now compared to when the caning was over. The rubbing was nice though, Piper thought, almost sexual in fact, although that really was pushing the reality, she realised.
Piper looked up and saw Officer Lewis go to the wall and take down a hook-ended thick-looking cane, noticing several others hanging there, presumably in case the cane being used broke. Piper then watched as Officer Lewis walked back to the caning frame, positioned herself, and felt the cane tapped twice on her bare bottom. She then heard Officer Lewis say bluntly, “Eighty-five strokes.”
Piper was still confident that she would be able to handle the punishment as she had handled the cane given to her by the headmistress relatively easily. She had to admit that she did cry, and her bottom stung for hours afterwards, but she coped. She hoped this would be the same, although remembered she had her dress and knickers covering her bottom then, and the most she got were six strokes so very different. Still, she wasn’t secured in place then so that was a bonus today.
Moments later and the first stroke bit into Piper’s bottom. She shrieked with the pain and was shocked by how much it stung. She found it difficult to catch her breath and was hissing in and out through clenched teeth desperately trying to regain control of her breathing. She couldn’t believe how painful it was and wondered if the first stroke hurt so much how was she going to possibly deal with eighty-four more strokes.
The second stroke landed, and Piper shrieked again, shook her head, and again found breathing so difficult. She couldn’t believe how painful it was. The third stroke seemed to be doubly as bad. She couldn’t believe she was struggling so much as she had managed to deal with the caning from the headmistress so easily yet was finding this so hard. Surely it wouldn’t be like this for the whole caning, although then told herself, why not?
The fourth stroke landed and again Piper shrieked, almost out of control, now. The fifth stroke made her shriek again and squirm around and pull at the cuffs, all of course to no avail as the sixth stroke landed.
Piper was panicking and hoped that her shrieks would send a message to Officer Lewis, who would take pity on her. However, as the seventh stroke landed, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, presumably because Officer Lewis was well-experienced and probably saw this reaction from all the girls that she caned.
Piper had only ever had six strokes when at college, and always thought that her bottom had numbed somehow. However, as the strokes continued to bite into her bottom, and she continued to shriek, the pain didn’t reduce but actually increased. Right then she wanted to shout out that she had learned her lesson and would never steal again, or indeed say anything that would make Officer Lewis stop. However, she knew she couldn’t say anything as her ability to speak was taken away by the severity of the cane strokes.
As stroke after stroke landed and Piper shrieked each time, the one thing she did tell herself was that because she was held so securely, she simply couldn’t do anything about the pain and therefore just had to accept it. In fact, that mental adjustment helped tremendously as she told herself she would shriek with each stroke but just have to suffer the unbearably painful stinging. After that, whilst each stroke continued to be so painful, and caused louder and louder shrieks and reduced her to crying uncontrollably, she told herself that she was actually coping with the caning.
Even though crying uncontrollably, Piper realised that she really was coping in the way that she had hoped. It did hurt much more than she had anticipated, much more in fact, as stroke after stroke landed without anything other than the same gap between each stroke. It was as though Officer Lewis really did have no sympathy for her, or, more likely, just had the intent to make sure the caning hurt her as much as it possibly could. Deciding the latter was what was happening, she realised that Officer Lewis was doing a really good job on her.
Piper found she really could do nothing else other than shriek and squirm around after each stroke, pull at the wrist cuffs, but know that Officer Lewis was just going to continue until all of the strokes were given.
Piper had even tried to count the number of strokes to let herself know how far along the punishment she was. She just couldn’t cope with that, though, or indeed with anything other than the howling and shrieking after each stroke. On and on that went too, and still she couldn’t think of anything other than each stroke. She couldn’t even say that the caning took place in silence because of her howls of pain.
Then, as quickly as it started, the caning ended. Officer Lewis didn’t say anything, and Piper couldn’t actually see her because her eyesight was just so blurred. What she did feel was Officer Lewis undoing the cuffs around her ankles, and then the strap around her waist, and finally, the leather cuffs securing her wrists.
As she lay there still crying, Piper felt Officer Lewis rub her bottom again, which felt so good, and then heard the instruction, “Get up.”
Piper certainly struggled to get up because the pain cascading across her bottom was just so horrible and was stinging so much more than ever before. In fact, it was unimaginable, although she told herself it was now a reality and so she didn’t have to imagine it. When she did manage to get up, she almost lost her balance and held onto the caning bench, laughing to herself that she was thankful for it being there.
Once standing, Piper looked towards Officer Lewis, still with her blurred vision. She realised that she didn’t hold anything against her. After all, she was the punishment officer and so what she did was just her job. So, as she started to recover and was sniffing back tears, she realised the difference between the caning when she was at college and this one was like a million times different. In fact, if the headmistress at the college had caned her like this, even giving her six really hard strokes like she had been given today, then maybe her compunction to steal and to be caught would not have developed. Still, she could hardly blame anybody else now for that.
As she calmed down further, and started to think about Officer Lewis and, frankly, how well she had carried out the punishment, Piper had to admit that she would even love to have a girlfriend like her.
Piper’s thoughts were interrupted with the very firmly said instruction from Officer Lewis, “You had better go unless you want to go back over that caning frame.”
Piper was feeling quite a lot better and was on the verge of replying with a flippant comment such as, ‘Yes please, Miss,’ but managed to stop herself. She even wondered whether others before her had made that kind of comment to Officer Lewis, but instead of asking, she turned and walked towards the door she had come in through, walked back out, and saw the nurse.
Piper was going to walk straight past the nurse but was called over and the nurse once again listened to her chest with the stethoscope. Piper this time enjoyed the feeling of the fully clothed nurse examining her still whilst fully naked. She laughed to herself when the nurse pointed to the door and said, “Go back into the changing room,” as it must mean that she was still alive and kicking.
As Piper went up to the receptionist in the changing room, she realised her bottom was stinging just so much, which meant horribly so. However, she had dealt with it and was delighted with herself because of that.
The receptionist handed over the basket full of her clothes and Piper quickly got dressed, being very careful when she pulled up her knickers because she was fairly sure that if she let the elastic go too early it would really sting her bottom. However, she didn’t make that mistake and she finished getting dressed, still feeling very happy with herself. Maybe not so much with the really horrible caning, but with the feeling of satisfaction that she had gotten through the punishment.
Once dressed, the receptionist told Piper, “Go back out through that door and make sure that you stop at reception to get signed out.”
Piper didn’t bother to acknowledge the receptionist this time, but simply walked out of the changing room and made her way to the front reception. She didn’t see the need to go slowly but she was having other thoughts. Those thoughts were, how could she be sent back here for another eighty-five strokes of the cane. That made her smile, although she immediately lost the smile when she saw the serious look on the receptionist’s face.
Piper stayed silent as she was signed out, and neither did the receptionist speak a word. However, Piper got the feeling that the receptionist reckoned that she would see her again, and Piper really hoped that she would.
Piper couldn’t wait to get home and as soon as she did, she went to her bathroom and pushed her shorts and knickers down and turned around so she could see her bottom. She had on purpose looked at her bottom in the mirror before leaving for the Discipline Centre, knowing that there were no marks then. She gasped as she saw her bottom was simply covered with welts in a way that she had never imagined. However, she just told herself that it would take longer than she thought to be able to sit down comfortably again, but that was also just going to mean giving her some extra time to work out how to be sent back to the Discipline Centre again.
Then, Piper kicked off her shorts and knickers and went straight to her bedroom. She lay on her bed, on her tummy, and eased her fingers along her very wet pussy lips. She couldn’t believe how quickly she reached her first orgasm and then really enjoyed bringing herself to two more fantastic orgasms. Throughout, she was picturing Officer Lewis giving her another caning, knowing that she no longer needed to fantasise about the headmistress caning her because Officer Lewis had given her such a real caning.
Piper knew she was exhausted but didn’t have the strength to take off her vest top and bra. Instead, she stayed on her tummy and drifted off to sleep, thinking what a fantastic day she had had and couldn’t wait to have another day just like it. Far from feeling remorse and regret at being caught stealing, she told herself it was the start of something fantastic, where the unbearable pain would each time help give her the most fantastic orgasms. It wasn’t what was supposed to happen, but that wasn’t her problem, but her gain.
