Becky walked into the Discipline Centre and up to the reception desk and saw Sylvia was on reception.
“Hullo, Sylvia,” Becky said with a half-smile.
Becky was always a bit nervous walking into the Discipline Centre because so many of those who had to attend did so because they had broken the law and were sent there instead of prison or having to wear an ankle tag. She on the other hand, fell into the second category as she was at the local sixth form college. Spanking and the cane had been reintroduced at the college, as it had for all sixth form students, but the colleges were not allowed to carry out the punishments. Instead, the students were sent to these newly established Discipline Centres. It was a newly introduced service by the Authorities who felt this was a way to control the amount of discipline given when needed.
Becky was eighteen years old, with long blonde hair, a lovely face and figure, as her friends told her.
Becky wanted to do well at college and tended to push herself when her weekly tests and annual exams were coming up, to the extent that she would be told to go to bed as it was so late. Becky did as she was told but became nervous that stopping when in the middle of revision might affect her marks more than working late.
Becky spoke to her teacher, Miss Collins, about her concerns, but Miss Collins told her that being fresh was better than being tired when sitting a test. Becky followed the advice but soon started to get poorer marks than when she revised harder, but Miss Collins kept telling Becky that she needed to stop revising at a decent time.
Becky liked Miss Collins, a lot. She was thirty-five years old with lovely dark brown hair tied into a bun, normally wore a short-sleeved blouse that showed off her well-toned arms, and a skirt with a hem down to her knees. In fact, Becky had a serious crush on her and so agreed with whatever she told her to do.
As her marks got worse, Becky suggested to Miss Collins that maybe it was a lack of incentive to do well. Miss Collins saw Becky’s concern wondered if that might be true and asked what incentive would work. Becky immediately asked for a discipline regime to be put in place to incentivise her to work harder.
“What kind of discipline?” Miss Collins asked, admittedly surprised at the suggestion.
Becky replied, “If I get a lower mark than the previous test, then you send me to the Discipline Centre for a bare bottom paddling or the cane. I reckon that should give me the incentive to work harder.”
Miss Collins still felt that working long hours wasn’t necessarily the best method of revision and also wasn’t happy at the thought of sending Becky to the Discipline Centre but accepted that Becky was old enough to make the decision on that. So, she worked with Becky to give her the incentive she wanted so that she would get good marks and between them, they started to work out an incentive package based upon discipline.
Miss Collins did have to admit that she saw a lot of sense in discipline for the students and always felt the cane was a good incentive to encourage good behaviour. Hence her agreement to help Becky use discipline to incentivise her.
Opening the discussion, Miss Collins thought a caning just because Becky got a lower mark than last time was too harsh and asked her for a better suggestion.
Becky suggested a grade of one to ten, reflecting her mark assuming fifty percent was the worst she would ever get. Miss Collins liked that idea and between them, a sliding scale of black marks was produced, and Miss Collins was getting closer and closer to agreeing. However, she wanted to make sure that Becky understood how painful the discipline was at the Discipline Centre before finally agreeing to the scheme.
“Do you know how you are disciplined there?” she asked.
Miss Collins was again surprised at the matter-of-fact reply that Becky gave. “It’s all done by machine, so very regulated. The machine is set up to use a paddle or a cane or both, one after the other.”
Becky and Miss Collins continued to work on the scheme and set out a schedule whereby one black mark meant ninety percent and got her ten with the paddle and one stroke of the cane up to ten black marks that meant fifty percent that got her a hundred with the paddle and ten strokes of the cane, and because Becky was still so enthusiastic, Miss Collins reluctantly agreed.
There was a very good reason that Becky made the punishment for the lower marks so severe. She had a long-held fantasy of being disciplined and wanted to know she could earn a greater number of strokes. In addition, Becky knew she would consistently get good marks and would have to cheat when working out her punishment to get more rather than less spanks whilst still achieving higher marks.
Becky knew that Miss Collins would have to sign off any punishment on a form she would take with her to the Discipline Centre. So, what Becky didn’t tell Miss Collins, was that when getting her to sign her agreement to the schedule of punishments, she carefully made her sign on the second page. That enabled Becky to attach a different first page which reversed the punishment schedule and so the higher the mark, the greater the punishment. Equally, when showing the Punishment Form to reception at the Discipline Centre, it appeared that the more severe punishment was for the lower marks. In that way, Becky would get more spanks the higher the mark, which was the incentive she really wanted.
Only Becky knew the truth, but as she wanted to suffer the punishment and do well in her tests, she had manoeuvred it so that she gave herself the incentive to do well whilst Miss Collins wouldn’t find out that Becky had engineered stiffer punishments for getting the higher marks.
So today, when Becky walked up to Sylvia, she was asked, “Bad marks again?”
Becky blushed as she replied, “Not all that good.” She loved the way that Sylvia was in charge as Becky knew she was a natural submissive which was one reason she loved to obey Miss Collins and had such a crush on her.
“How many today?” Sylvia asked, holding out her hand for the letter she knew that Becky would have for her. She took the letter and read it. “Oh dear, that many?”
Becky winced and nodded her head.
Sylvia looked at her screen and spoke as she entered the required amount of discipline. “So, lets, see, sixty spanks with the paddle, and six strokes of the cane.” She looked at Becky and asked, “Is that right?” When Becky nodded, she instructed, “Then please put your thumb on the pad to prove your identity.”
Again, Becky nodded her head in agreement. It certainly sounded a lot, but she knew that she wanted the highest number of spanks she had received so far and had got her highest mark so far to justify it. She placed her thumb on the pad and it confirmed who she was and the tariff.
“Room 7 in ten minutes. Okay?” Sylvia said, not feeling sorry for Becky if that was what she deserved to receive as it was her own fault, like for all of the attendees at the Discipline Centre.
“Thank you,” Becky said and she half-smiled again as she turned and walked towards the waiting room, which was just a twenty-metre walk along the corridor.
Becky opened the door to the waiting room and saw another girl look up at her but then immediately return to reading her magazine without even saying hullo. Becky was used to that as no one was particularly relaxed or friendly there as they were all at the Discipline Centre to be punished.
Becky took a seat and checked the screen for when her room was ready. Two other girls entered and were as non-communicative as the first girl. It was the girls waiting room and the boys had another one on the other side with their own entrance and so Becky wasn’t expecting to come across any boys today.
Becky looked at the other girls who were in long-sleeved hoody tops and cotton shorts. She however was in a white cotton zipper top without a hood, a pink vest top, a white skirt that was longer than most she had as she would need to hide the punishment marks, white knickers, and white ankle socks. She didn’t focus on the other girls but continued to keep an eye on the time and the inner door that led to the Punishment Rooms.
A minute later the inner door opened and a girl came through, rubbing her bottom and crying. She went straight to the outer door leading into the corridor and rushed out of the room rubbing her bottom.
One of the seated girls saw her number flash up on the screen and stood up and walked into the inner corridor.
A few minutes later the outer door opened and another girl came in. They recognised each other and gave a half-smile and said, “Hi,” but there the conversation ended. The tension was clear and of course, each punishment hurt and being friendly beforehand wasn’t what most of those attending were thinking about.
The number 7 appeared on the screen and Becky stood up. As no one came into the waiting room she assumed the previous person was male and so went to their separate waiting room. Becky nodded at the other girl and went out through the inner door and along the short corridor to where the number 7 was above the door. She saw the ‘Not in Use,’ sign was on and so opened the door and walked in.
Becky had been in this room before and closed the door before going to the table and putting her thumb on the pad in front of the pc screen which was on the table. She looked at the spanking machine that she would submit to and saw the Programme was working and that two arms appeared, one with a wooden paddle with several holes in it, and the other with a senior cane. She quickly stepped out of her knickers and felt they were damp from her sex juice as they usually were during her wait outside. She then pushed her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it and put her skirt and knickers on the chair. She kept on her vest top and bra but was naked below the waist except for her ankle socks.
Becky looked at the machine again and then knelt on the end of the tabletop and looked down at the raised cushion halfway along and manoeuvred herself so that she lay her tummy on the cushion so that her bottom was raised.
Once again Becky told herself how she loved the feeling of true submission and at the same time felt so aroused at the pain she was about to suffer. It was an enigma to her, which she couldn’t explain, except to tell herself she would still prefer it if it was Miss Collins, the teacher she had such a crush on, who was about to discipline her. Still, whilst she knew that was against the rules, she would still enjoy the stinging pain, at least once the punishment itself was over.
Happy she was in the right position she reached over and pressed the enter key on the pc and then stretched both arms so she placed them on the wrist cuffs and she also moved her legs so they were in the leg cuffs. A few seconds later the cuffs automatically tightened around her wrists and ankles so she was now held in place. A cushion-covered wooden arm then lowered itself across the tops of her thighs and another across her back a foot or so below her shoulders and that together with the four cuffs kept her very securely in place.
Becky heard the whirring as the arm holding the paddle positioned itself directly above her bare bottom and she knew her punishment was about to start. She looked quickly at the pc screen and saw, ‘Number of spanks -Sixty: Number of spanks left – Sixty; Number of cane strokes – Six; Number of cane strokes left – Six.
Becky looked at the tabletop as she heard another whirr and then next second felt the wooden paddle as it spanked down on her bottom. It hurt as it always did and she again quickly looked at the screen and whilst the total was, of course, the same the number of spanks left reduced to fifty-nine, so she knew the Programme was working. She wasn’t so concerned as she knew the room was monitored and the staff saw a copy of the screen as well, but it was in her nature to check.
The paddle spanked her bottom again and she gasped and then it spanked her again, with each spank being its usual five seconds apart. It was as regular as a computer could be and as the spanks kept on landing, Becky started to whimper, but as she was held so securely in place, she had no way of avoiding the wooden paddle. Not that she wanted to as she knew that whilst the spanking itself was painful her bottom would soon assume the sexy arousing tingling which would last for hours and certainly long enough for her to enjoy several orgasms when in bed.
After a dozen spanks Becky knew that tears were welling up in her eyes and after the second dozen she was already crying and felt the tears run down her face. She was always crying by now and knew she wouldn’t be able to read the outstanding number on the screen and relied on the staff. To be fair, though, there had been no reports of the machine failing and so that was the least of her worries.
Becky sort of kept count, although never actually counted correctly and as the spanks continued, she dissolved into uncontrolled crying. It was certainly a severe spanking she was getting, but then it was all geared to her marks in her weekly test and today was the hardest punishment she had earned. So as the spanks continued to land on her bare bottom cheeks, she told herself she had earned the punishment because she had scored her highest mark to date and would have to take every last spank. As each spank landed, she gasped and cried out and shook her head and clenched her teeth, hissing her breath in and out as she struggled to cope with the intense stinging pain, but knew she would have to endure it, just as she wanted to.
The pc pinged, which told Becky there were ten spanks to go. Well, this was the first time she had earned sixty spanks, but she was going to get through them, even though she was crying out and yelling as each spank landed.
The machine didn’t have to ping again after the last spank because the spanks stopping was a good enough signal. However, Becky did hear the whirring, which told her the arm holding the paddle was moving away but knew that it would be replaced by the arm holding the cane.
It took thirty seconds for the switch over and when it was almost done the pc pinged again which told Becky that the caning would start in ten seconds. Becky readied herself for the six strokes.
Becky heard the whirr and knew she was about to get the first stroke of the cane and the next moment she felt it cut into her already stinging bottom cheeks and one nanosecond later the pain cascaded around and across her bottom and she shrieked.
Each cane stroke was also programmed for a five-second gap and Becky knew that wasn’t enough time to recover and so when the cane landed for the second time she shrieked again as the stinging pain had not receded and in fact, had intensified.
After the third stroke, Becky yanked her arms downwards involuntarily but was kept securely in place by her handcuffs and, as her ankles were as well secured, she only had her head free, which she shook from side to side just as she had done when being paddled. The difference was that the cane hurt more than the paddle and so when the fourth stroke landed, she threw her head backwards and cried out even more loudly than before and knew tears were again running freely down her face.
The fifth stroke had Becky crying out again and she didn’t care that she was being watched by the staff and as the sixth stroke landed so her chest heaved as she again cried deep sobs with her bottom stinging more than ever before.
It was only a few moments after the sixth stroke of the cane that she felt the cushioned arms raised from her back and thighs, and then her ankles released from the grip of the leather cuffs and finally her wrists were released. She lay on the punishment table, though, as she forced herself to recover, thinking how she wanted to do better in her next test and get an even harder punishment.
After a few moments to collect her thoughts, Becky pushed herself up and lowered herself from the table and looked at the screen. Her eyes were still blurred, but she saw the total number of paddle spanks outstanding was zero as were the outstanding number of cane strokes. Smiling as she rubbed her bottom and felt its warmth and the raised welts, she reflected that her punishment was ended and so she picked up her knickers and stepped back into them and stepped back into her skirt, conscious the hem was low enough to hide the redness and the welts.
After a final glance at the machine, Becky went to the door and opened it. She stepped outside and saw the sign automatically changed to, ‘Not in Use,’ as she closed the door and walked back to the waiting room. As she entered, a girl looked up with a sympathetic smile on her face, which reminded Becky her eyes would be red and her face tear-stained. Becky returned the smile as she went to the outer door and walked out and towards reception, but she stopped at the toilets and washed her face to at least get rid of the tear marks.
On her way out, she smiled at Sylvia and said a sniffy, “Goodbye. See you next time.”
“Bye,” Sylvia said and could see Becky was as red-eyed as usual.
Becky made her way back to college for the afternoon studies without rubbing her bottom but smiled at the usual tingling stinging feeling. She had earned it, but smiled as she thought how she had fooled Miss Collins who thought that the higher her marks, the less punishment she would get. Becky enjoyed being spanked and caned and was already aroused knowing how she would masturbate several times tonight. Miss Collins didn’t know that bit either.
Miss Collins saw Becky coming towards her along the corridor. She didn’t want to know about the punishment but just asked, “You okay, Becky?” and really was concerned as usual.
“I’m fine, Miss,” Becky said, adding, “I’ll need to revise again tonight as I have another test soon and want to do even better than this time.”
Miss Collins smiled and had to admit Becky was right that a trip to the Discipline Centre seemed to give her the right incentive, and clearly the Discipline Centre worked well for her. Anyway, just a few spanks with a paddle and a couple of strokes of the cane wasn’t that bad, she thought, given her very good marks in the last test.
Becky went to the toilets and happily seeing she was alone, she quickly lifted her skirt and lowered her knickers and smiled at how red and bruised and welted her bottom was. She then went into a cubicle and shut the door and sat on the lid and ran her finger along her wet pussy and as she eased her finger inside her vagina, she quickly had her first post discipline orgasm of the day. She knew the wetness would last well into the night and savoured the stinging feeling and looked forward to more orgasms before falling asleep tonight.
She would savour tonight and then tomorrow start revising for her next test aiming to get an even higher mark. What a great system she had devised, she told herself, and wondered if others had thought of the same thing.
