Cynthia Howe and Sarah Wells were both waiting in the detention room knowing they were going to be disciplined for their attempt at stealing from the dress shop. This was their first conviction under the new social rules and knew the discipline they would receive would be humiliating as well as painful as that was the new edict.
Both were fifty-five-years-old and compulsive thieves. Years ago, they spent time in prison but that didn’t stop their stealing habit. In fact, they didn’t mind a spell in prison with the free food cinema and gym facilities as it was almost a holiday for them.
The law changed though and now they were faced with a quite different punishment. Now the victims could punish the culprits and what was more it entitled whoever was the victim, or a member of their family, to both choose whether the offender was spanked or caned and deliver the punishment themselves.
The victim was thirty-eight-year-old Mavis Cooper. The theft though was of a neckless that Mavis was going to give to her eighteen-year old daughter, Emma, for her birthday. Mavis therefore decided that although she was technically the victim the real victim was Emma and so she passed the right to punish the offenders on to her.
Emma was a prefect at sixth form College and used to holding detention. She wasn’t able to give any corporal punishment at College but had watched the Headmistress cane several of the girls as a witness was required and the Headmistress preferred prefects to staff as she felt it helped them to understand the benefit of the cane in particular as a form of punishment. So being able to use the cane herself was going to be particularly enjoyable and satisfying for Emma.
Spankings were also common at the College and given by the teachers at the front of the class and so Emma had seen how to give a really good spanking as well
So, all on all Emma felt confident that she would be able to teach the thieves a good lesson. She even liked the fact that they were both her grannies age.
Emma walked in to the detention room dressed in a pink vest top and white shorts with bare legs. She saw that both women were in yellow tunic tops that covered their bottoms and knew they would be wearing knickers but no bra and of course had bare legs. The tunics were very easy to either yank up or even remove as the requirement was for the women to be disciplined on their bare bottoms.
“Follow me,” Emma ordered and she turned and led the way to the punishment arena.
Cynthia and Sarah followed as instructed and glanced at each other and knew both were anxious about what was going to happen to them. They also knew invitations had gone to lots of people they both knew which would make the punishment so humiliating for them.
Both women had even told themselves that they would stop stealing rather than suffer the very public and humiliating new discipline regime. It was just a weakness though that led them to try to steal the neckless from Mavis’s jewellery shop. They were both caught even before they left the shop and the police were called.
Cynthia had the neckless in her bag and so was determined to be the main culprit. Sarah argued it was all a mistake but as soon as her history of stealing with Cynthia was read out at the police station she accepted she had agreed to the attempt.
Under the new rules the women could either agree to be punished when at the police station, or if they didn’t then they went to court where the penalties were always so much harsher than ever before. It was intended as a deterrent to keep down the prison population and had worked well. Equally, as the punishment was always given in a public arena and the watching crowd was full of people who knew the culprits, it quickly became acknowledged that it stopped persistent criminals from repeating their offences as it was far worse than the slap on the wrist or short prison sentence they had previously got.
Cynthia and Sarah had told each other all day they must never steal again and this would be the very last time they did so. However, their only repetitive thought as they walked towards the punishment arena was how painful it was going to be and how humiliating to be watched by the audience. Mind you, neither minded being spanked by their partners followed by tongue sex but that was in the privacy of their home or a hotel and not in public where they knew a huge proportion of the crowd watching.
Emma had checked out both women as she was able to invite whoever she wanted as witnesses. Sarah worked in a local office and Emma invited the whole department of some twenty co-workers. Cynthia was a teacher at another sixth form college and Emma invited her whole class of twenty-eight pupils. As they were both grannies Emma also invited their grandchildren who were at least sixteen-years-old.
The remaining seats were taken up by anyone who wanted to queue but as the names were advertised ahead of time they were generally people who knew either the victim or culprit. All the seats were free in any case and so the punishment arena was normally full.
As Cynthia and Sarah walked out on to the punishment arena which was a stage with about eighty seats in six rows and as they did there were cheers from the waiting crowd. Cynthia was horrified to see what seemed like her whole class of sixteen-year-old girls with hands over their mouths hiding their broad smiles and they were openly joking with each other. Sarah was also horrified to see so many of her co-workers including several interns who she usually bossed around and who would now be watching her have her bare bottom spanked. It made both of them even more determined to break their thieving habit.
Both women also saw the large screen and knew their punishments would be filmed close-up and shown on the screen. They also knew the video would be emailed to Emma and her mum and they would be able to upload it to whatever social network sites they wanted and that the videos often went viral and were seen by all of their friends who weren’t there to add to their humiliation.
Emma glanced at the two women in their tunic tops and knew she could heap more humiliation on to them as she stood in front of the audience and holding her hand up to silence the crowd shouted out, “Should they be naked?”
Almost in unison the crowd shouted back, “Naked… Naked… Naked.”
Emma smirked as she turned to the two clearly distraught women and ordered, “Get your tunics off.”
Cynthia and Sarah knew that they couldn’t argue and both albeit reluctantly and blushing pulled the tunics up over their heads and threw them towards the back of the stage.
There was lots of cheering and laughter from the crowd who stared chattering about the two women’s figures with comments like, ‘Drooping breasts,’ circulating around the arena and clearly causing the two women so much embarrassment.
Emma glared at Sarah and ordered, “You will only move when I pull you by your nipples. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss,” Sarah replied in the fashion she was required to and again there were whoops of delight from the crowd.
Emma looked at Cynthia and ordered, “Get across the caning table.”
Cynthia knew that whilst Sarah was going to be spanked with a paddle, she was going to be caned. She went to the table which was close to a wall and bent over it. A guard secured her wrists thighs and ankles with leather straps and left her facing in to the arena so she could see Sarah’s punishment just as Sarah was going to watch hers. She knew the table had wheels on and she would be wheeled in to the centre of the arena when it was her turn.
Emma went to the other table and picked up a wooden paddle with ten holes in it and went over to Sarah and grabbing her nipple squeezed hard until she gasped in pain. Emma pulled the nipple and led a gasping Sarah towards the high-backed chair in the middle of the stage and sat down.
Sarah gasped as her nipple was pinched and so wanted to say how unfair it was that a woman her age was being humiliated by an eighteen-year-old but knew the punishment was now all about the victim rather than the culprit and that had the approval of the vast majority who obeyed the laws. It had been a very popular change in fact and reduced law breaking because the retribution faced by the culprit was so humiliating as well as painful.
So as Sarah looked down at Emma’s lap and saw her bare thighs and knew her bare tummy would be lying across them in just a few moments she again told herself this must be the last time. When she felt her nipple being squeezed and pulled again she gasped as she quickly lowered herself down and across Emma’s bare thighs catching her fall with her hands on the floor. She looked at the backs of Emma’s legs and the feeling of humiliation escalated and then even more so as she looked sideways and saw the clapping crowd who were shouting in unison, “Spank her hard… Spank her hard… Spank her hard.”
Emma was smiling at the crowd and was enjoying her position of authority over the two women who she knew were nearly forty-years her senior. Well that didn’t matter at all, she told herself, as she was the victim and had the final say on their punishments. Well almost the final say as there was an adjudicator who could stop an excessive punishment but they always allowed quite some leeway.
Emma rubbed Sarah’s bottom with her open palm. The punishment she had decided upon was a hand spanking followed by fifty spanks with the hairbrush. She was allowed to make the hand spanking as long and as hard as she wanted and proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed the sound of Sarah gasping louder and louder.
The crowd were shouting, “Harder… Harder… Harder.” Emma happily obliged and landed harder spanks on the same bottom cheek time and again before spanking the other bottom cheek a dozen or so times and watched as she turned Sarah’s bottom deeper and deeper shades of red. She then did the same to the backs of Sarah’s legs and turned them bright red and happily listened as Sarah started to sob.
Sarah’s co-workers were laughing and pointing and joking with each other. The interns were making particularly crude remarks and telling each other that next time she was hard on them at the office that one of them should be permitted to spank her bare bottom. The comments even drew smiles from the older members of staff which encouraged the interns to make even more lewd threats about how wet they thought Sarah’s pussy was by now.
Cynthia looked distraught as she listened to the same type of banter from the schoolgirls in her class and told herself she was going to face the similar lewd comments when it was her turn to be punished.
Cynthia also hated the fact that Emma was so young and knew she would get comments galore from her class that they were only two years younger than her and should have the right to spank her in future if she were late for class or the like. In fact, she quite fancied being spanked by a couple of the girls in particular who had haughty, “Do as I say or else voices,” but knew that couldn’t actually happen. Or, at least it shouldn’t except who knew after today?
There were loud cheers as Emma stopped her hand spanking and picked up the wooden paddle and tapped Sarah’s bottom a few times and could see Sarah tense her bottom knowing what was about to happen.
Neither Sarah nor the audience knew how many spanks were going to be given with the wooden paddle. Sarah tensed her bottom cheeks as she knew the paddle was going to hurt and as expected when the wooden paddle with the large holes spanked down on her bottom she cried out with the pain.
Emma heard Sarah’s pained cry after the first spank and knew there were forty-nine more to go. As this was about punishment Emma happily raised the paddle again and spanked it down even harder on the other bottom cheek and delighted with the loud gasp proceeded to spank the first bottom cheek again and again, counting out nine more spanks, and saw how the bottom cheek was looking nicely red and with blue bruising. She then spanked the other bottom cheek nine times and saw the bruising appear there as well.
Sarah wasn’t coping at all well as the spanks continued unabated first on one bottom cheek and then the other and then more on the first bottom cheek. The tears quickly filled her eyes and streamed down her face as she squirmed around on Emma’s lap and freely kicked her legs hoping to stem the pain but failing miserably. This was nothing like any spanking she had been given before.
The crowd were shouting Emma on to give harder and harder spanks and she happily obliged as the whole of each bottom cheek was covered in blue bruises.
Emma was enjoying herself knowing the punishment could well make Sarah think next time she was tempted to steal and hopefully make her stop in her tracks.
Sarah was telling herself she never wanted to enter the punishment arena again. However, it wasn’t just the spanking itself that made her think like that but she had heard from friends that after they were punished so publicly they got so many emails and texts from people they knew offering to spank them again and even to have sex afterwards. Mind you, several friends even wanted to agree to some of the invites as they found being spanked quite erotic and even fancied several of the people inviting them, but most emails and texts also included crude remarks about the colour of her bottom and the like. Of course, the new laws allowed those emails to be sent and indeed encouraged them to heap humiliation on to the culprit, and it mainly worked.
Emma knew that she was getting to the pre-set number of spanks and landed the last few with even more strength. Then when finished she quickly ran her hand between Sarah’s thighs and saw them spread apart and ran her finger along Sarah’s pussy lips. She shouted out, “She is wet,” as she ran her fingers up and down Sarah’s pussy lips easing her finger inside flicking her taut clit and giving her an orgasm.
Sarah felt Emma’s hand between her thighs and unconsciously parted her legs and lifted her bottom as even with the pain she was so aroused and hoped Emma would finger her. When she did she forgot the watching crowd and that the whole thing was being filmed and happily gyrated as she felt Emma’s fingers inside her vagina. She came quickly and wanted Emma to give her another orgasm and it was only when she realised the noise of the watching crowd that she realised she was being made to look really bad.
“Get up,” Emma ordered, knowing she had intentionally given Sarah an orgasm to cause her even more humiliation.
Sarah eased herself up and as she stood started to rub her bottom feverishly as she took wide striding dance steps. She didn’t see the camera zoom in and catch the sight of the sex juice dripping from her stretched wet pussy lips but did hear the loud claps and shouts of ‘Slut, slut, slut,” from her work colleagues.
Sarah would only find out later that several of her work colleagues were so turned on when they saw her stretched pussy lips although she was particularly aroused when Lara, one of the interns, let her know just how turned on she had been by watching the spanking and said how she would like to spank her and have tongue sex afterwards.
Emma heard the lewd comments from the crowd and after enjoying them for a few moments went over to Cynthia and wheeled the caning table in to the middle of the arena.
Cynthia’s class started to hoot with laughter as they saw the time was fast approaching when they would see their feared class teacher being caned. Most had been spanked by Cynthia in the classroom and were really looking forward to seeing her get her comeuppance.
Cynthia gasped as she felt the caning table being wheeled in to position and knew she was just moments away from her first ever caning. She had sent enough schoolgirls to be caned during her time at the college and when they came back saw they had been reduced to tears. Although she had been spanked by her girlfriends often enough she had never anticipated being caned herself and so was tense and worried at the thought of being on the receiving end of so much pain. She pulled at the restraints and knew as she was secured at her writs ankles and thighs that she had no chance of avoiding each and every stroke.
Emma focussed on Cynthia before going to the cupboard and taking out a senior cane with a hooked end. She had been advised to use a heavy cane to make the caning particularly painful. She had even practiced at home with a cushion and garden cane to get used to the power to be used when caning Cynthia.
As Cynthia was placed in the centre of the punishment arena Emma glanced across at Sarah who had to remain naked and was still frantically rubbing her bottom with tears running down her face. Emma allowed herself to gloat at her suffering knowing she had deserved every spank and hopefully her bottom would sting for ages.
Emma focussed again on Cynthia and in particular her round bottom that was staring up at her from the caning table. She stood behind and to one side and positioned herself with her lags slightly apart and tapped the cane on Cynthia’s bottom.
Emma had read up on caning. She knew that she had to position herself so that the cane landed on Cynthia’s far bottom cheek rather than thin air to maximise the impact.
She also knew that at college the girls normally were given single cane strokes with a gap of maybe ten seconds between strokes. However, she had also read that multiple strokes gave a much more intense pain and as she had decided upon thirty-six strokes she was going to give groups of three strokes. Cynthia wouldn’t know initially and that would increase the tension but also then the realisation that the pain would increase far more quickly than with individual strokes.
Cynthia felt the two taps with the cane and raised her head and looked at the part of the watching crowd she could see. To her despair, she was looking directly at the girls in her class at college and every face she saw was of a girl she had spanked. No wonder they all had broad grins on their faces and were even laughing when they caught her eye. Cynthia quickly looked back down at the floor knowing the caning would start in a matter of seconds.
Emma saw the looks on the girls faces knowing they were from Cynthia’s class and she smiled at what must have been a humiliating moment for her seeing her class laughing at her.
Emma decided the time had come to start the caning and pulling her arm back focussed on where she would land the first three strokes. She whipped her arm back down as she had taught herself to do when caning the cushion at home and saw the cane being engulfed by Cynthia’s bottom cheeks. She knew not to hesitate and raising the cane again brought it down as hard for a second stroke and even as she saw Cynthia’s bottom cheeks cascade in reaction to the cane she lifted her arm again and brought the cane down again for the third stroke.
Cynthia gasped with the first stroke which was far more painful than she had imagined. She had expected a gap and was shocked to get the second stroke immediately afterwards and even more shocked with the third stroke. She didn’t even register the fact there was then a gap as she hissed in and out through clenched teeth with her eyes shut tightly.
Emma heard the gasps and hissing breaths and was satisfied with the first three strokes knowing what the total was going to be. She allowed five seconds to pass before landing the next stroke and as she saw Cynthia’s bottom cheeks cascade and engulf the cane and her louder gasps so she landed the fifth and sixth strokes in quick succession.
Cynthia cried out as the pain intensified and counted the three strokes making six in total. She knew that it was up to Emma to decide how many strokes she would get and that she did not have to say, which was how Cynthia handled canings at college as she told the Headmistress how many strokes to give but did not tell the schoolgirl how many. She knew the uncertainty increased the tension of the girl being caned and that led to tears more quickly. Now she fully understood just how much that the uncertainty did increase the intensity of the punishment and was already hoping there would not be many more strokes.
Emma rubbed the cane across Cynthia’s welted bottom as she allowed another five seconds’ gap before pulling her arm back and bringing the cane down for three more quick but very hard cane strokes. As the ninth stroke landed she heard Cynthia cry even more loudly as she strained at her clasps and threw her head backwards in distress.
Emma rubbed the cane again across Cynthia’s bottom as she looked at the class of schoolgirls and was delighted to see how they were giggling with their hands over their mouths but the glints in their eyes spoke volumes. She also noticed several had their backs turned towards the arena and were taking selfies presumably with the cane strokes included and of course the pained anguish on Cynthia’s face. Then after the five second gap she pulled her arm back and landed another three very hard strokes in quick succession.
Cynthia shrieked as the strokes landed. She was losing the ability to count but was pretty sure that she had been given twelve strokes. Surely that would be it, she told herself. However, she felt the cane being rubbed across her bottom and couldn’t stop herself shouting out in despair. “No more, please, please, please.” The next moment the cane stopped rubbing across her bottom but she saw Emma’s legs behind her and that the muscles tensed and knew the cane was on its way back down and as the cane hit so she felt the pain once again cascade around her bottom. Worse, the two more strokes followed in quick succession which she expected as she was now expecting groups of three strokes.
Emma heard Cynthia’s pleading cry and as she landed three more strokes so she told herself the thief was learning her lesson. She focussed again and after rubbing the cane again across Cynthia’s bottom gave her three more strokes in quick succession. As she listened to Cynthia’s plaintive cry so she told herself she was now halfway.
Emma rubbed the cane across Cynthia’s bottom and glanced across at Sarah who had her hand on her mouth and a look of sympathy in her face.
Sure enough, Sarah was now only too pleased she just got the spanking and paddling because as much as that hurt she was sure Cynthia’s punishment was much more severe. Mind you, Sarah also felt flutters flying around her vagina as she looked at Emma who she now saw she was rather attractive and more mature than she had thought given her young age and even started to wonder how much the caning would hurt if it was her on the caning table. Mind you she quickly told herself she didn’t ever want to be caned like that even if by a young girl as attractive as Emma.
Sarah suddenly became conscious of some comments behind her and realised she was standing right in front of her work colleagues who were making crude comments about the colour of her bottom and that she should be spanked again at the office. Sarah glanced around and wanted to bite their heads off with caustic comments of her own but knew she mustn’t. In fact, she was sure the comments would continue when she was in the office tomorrow in any case and the humiliation would just continue. She hated the new laws so much but of course realised that was exactly the point.
Cynthia was openly crying and had no idea how many strokes she had already been given. Was it twelve or eighteen or even fifty? All she knew was that the pain was increasingly intense. She did look up to see her class of schoolgirls but her vision was blurred although she made out their shrieks of laughter and comments like, “She’s looking at us but I bet she can’t see with all those tears.” They were right, of course.
Emma rubbed the cane across Cynthia’s bottom and heard her groan albeit it seemed she had given up pleading with her. Good thing too, Emma told herself, again thinking what a good lesson she was teaching her. As she thought those thoughts so she pulled her arm back and whipped the cane down three more times and this time looked more closely at the welts as she heard Cynthia’s cries. The welts pretty much covered the whole bottom now but that wasn’t going to cause her to ease up and as she pulled her arm back and landed three more very hard strokes so she revelled in the even more distressed cries from Cynthia.
Cynthia felt the cane rubbed on her bottom again and so knew there were at least three more strokes to come and after the shortest of gaps she was crying out again as each stroke landed in quick succession. How many more she wondered? However, she felt the cane rubbing across her bottom again and knew her punishment wasn’t over yet and three more strokes followed one after the other and she cried out after each one.
As Cynthia cried uncontrollably Emma happily rubbed the cane across her bottom again before pulling her arm back and landing three more quick and very hard strokes with the cane. She smiled as she again listened to Cynthia’s plaintiff cries and studied the welts although there were now so many it was hard to see where the new ones were. She knew though that there were only three strokes left and as she pulled her arm back she pursed her lips and made sure that each one was the hardest stroke so far and was rewarded with the loudest and most distressed cries from Cynthia.
As Cynthia cried so Emma ran her hand over the welted bottom and then up and down the backs of her legs and then between her legs along her inner thighs before running her fingers along Cynthia’s wet pussy lips. Once again Emma shouted out, “She is wet,” which again drew loud shouts from the watching crowd and Cynthia cried with the humiliation as she too had forgotten where she was and knew she was aroused by the punishment.
Emma smiled to the crowd as she put the cane back on the table and listened to Cynthia’s continued crying. She looked again at the welts and smiled as they covered her whole bottom and were so joined up they appeared to be a rippling tide of welts rather than individual ones and she knew that Cynthia would not be sitting down comfortably for many hours at least.
A guard came along and undid the clasps around Cynthia’s wrists thighs and ankles and holding her arm helped her to stand up. It only took a few seconds before Cynthia rubbed her bottom feverishly as she stepped from foot to foot and as with Sarah the camera zoomed in and filmed her stretched pussy lips and bouncing breasts, all to the delight of the watching schoolgirls.
Emma pointed to the exit and Cynthia and Sarah were led away by two guards. Emma smiled and listened to the cheers and barbed comments from the crowd and was satisfied that she had given both women as hard a punishment that she could. She looked up and saw her mum in the crowd and that she had a loving smile on her face. It was probably a better present than the necklace, Emma admitted to herself.
Back in the detention room Cynthia and Sarah cried freely as the tension released and both were thinking how they must never do anything that would lead to such a public and humiliating punishment.
Sarah was calmer than Cynthia and was getting over her punishment albeit that her bottom still stung. The text message came in from Lara and as she read it she realised she wanted to submit to the young intern just as she had submitted to eighteen-year-old Emma. She even ran her finger along her pussy lips as she thought about going across Lara’s lap and just stopped herself getting an orgasm.
Cynthia got a text as well from Katie, the partner she lived with. It said she should assume she got a punishment letter like the ones given to the schoolgirls and to expect a further spanking when she got home. She almost came as well as she read the text.
Emma left the punishment arena and went to the toilets before going back to get her things. When looking at herself in the mirror a neighbour who lived five doors away and who Emma had chatted to whenever meeting in the street, came in. her name was Lesley and Emma knew was in her sixties.
Lesley clearly didn’t need to use the toilets but went up to Emma and licking her lips said bashfully, “You were extremely sexy out there, Emma, but also very dominant. I have some very bad shortcomings and would welcome your help in straightening them out in just the same way that you dealt with those two offenders. A good spanking and a hard caning is just what I need and not just once and so if you would be prepared to deal with me then please do come over to my house.” After a few moments Lesley added sheepishly, “I know I will have a very wet pussy after you discipline me but I really would appreciate your help.”
Emma was quite taken aback by the invitation but had heard that more people than expected were turned on by being disciplined followed by sex, just as there were plenty of people turned on by disciplining others. Emma now knew that she was one of those women who was turned on by spanking and caning another woman and was pretty sure she would meet up with Lesley before too long.
Soon after Emma got home both she and her mum received the video of the whole punishment and happily uploaded it to several social sites as well as sending it to their friends. They even sent copies to Sarah’s office and to Cynthia’s school knowing they would be shown time and again as a lesson to be learned by everyone not to break the law. After all that was the main intention of the new discipline regime and it was acknowledged to be one of the best schemes ever introduced to reduce crime.
