Becky was just as nervous as usual as she stood across the road and looked towards the discipline centre. She knew that once again the punishment would hurt, but she was now used to that, and, more, still hankered after it. The problem was it was half term for two weeks ago, and so two weeks when she wouldn’t be able to earn punishment for getting good marks on a test. However, being the clever girl she was, or thought she was, she came up with yet another ruse.
This time, she knew she still needed to get the punishment form authorised by Miss Collins, but of course Miss Collins wasn’t at college because of half term. However, she knew she had plenty of forms that she had signed, and she made a point of keeping a scanned copy of each one. Initially, Becky kept all of the punishment forms so she could remind herself of the punishments that she had received. Today though, she used one of the forms for very different reasons.
Becky had a blank form which she filled in to give herself thirty strokes with the paddle and six strokes of the cane. She was then able to scan that form into her computer, and scan in Miss Collins signature, merge the two, and then she had a form filled in and signed off by Miss Collins. She knew this was different to misleading Miss Collins into signing a form for a far more severe punishment than she should have given herself under her incentive scheme, but what Miss Collins didn’t know, Miss Collins needn’t be cross about, thought Becky.
So, Becky walked across the road and went into the lady’s reception at the discipline centre and up to the reception desk and showed the form to Sylvia.
Sylvia smiled at Becky, who she saw as one of her regulars. As she took the form, she looked at it and then looked at Becky and said, “So your marks have improved because you’ve got less strokes of the paddle. Good girl.”
Becky made sure that her smile looked strained, knowing that she had better maintain the falsehood, and replied, grimacing, “Thank you, Sylvia.”
Sylvia checked the computer and when she did looked surprised as she said to Becky, “You have been allocated the development and testing room. It seems that all of the other punishment rooms have been fully booked but don’t worry, the machine in there is newer and actually more advanced than the others.”
Becky didn’t think anything of it as she took the form from Sylvia and asked, “Do I go to the same waiting room?”
Sylvia replied, “Actually it’s two doors further on. You’ll be the only one in the waiting room, and you will be expected to get undressed and wait for the inner door to open and then go in and put yourself on the machine.”
Becky was a bit surprised as he asked, “You mean I will be naked?”
Sylvia kept a straight face as she replied, “We are just trying to work out whether being undressed adds to your feeling of being punished and would be an added incentive to behave.”
Becky could see how that would be more humiliating but only if someone was watching. That wasn’t supposed to happen here, she told herself, because everything was done by machines so far as discipline was concerned. So, she wasn’t worried as she smiled again at Sylvia and turned and made her way along the corridor, thinking that being naked was a turn on for her. She got to the normal waiting room and walked past to the second door along and saw the sign on the door which told her it was the correct one, and so she entered, and heard the door automatically close behind her.
Once inside the waiting room she saw there was a small table and one chair. There wasn’t anywhere for her clothes, but she didn’t see anything wrong in that because her mind was more on the punishment to come, and she just got on with things and got undressed. She was wearing a lovely pink vest top which she pulled over her head, folded it and put it on the table. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slid it down her arms, caught it, folded it, and put that on top of her vest. She was wearing her normal longer skirt to make sure it covered all of the paddle and cane marks, which she undid and pushed downwards, catching her knickers with her thumbs and lowered both items of clothing to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, folded each one, and put them with her other clothes.
Once undressed, she realised there was a mirror in the room and so she went and stood in front of it and admired her own body, with her beautifully pert breasts, her lush hair with a fringe, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She admired her flat tummy and well-toned arms and legs and even then, turned around and saw her rather sexy bottom and put one hand on each bottom cheek thinking with a smile how both cheeks were going to feel rather different after her punishment.
Feeling happier and realising that she was looking forward to the punishment to come, she then went and sat on the high-backed chair. The chair was actually facing the mirror so she still looked at herself knowing that she was attractive, and always got admiring looks, and once again she thought of her fantasy and started to picture herself across Miss Collins’s lap, in fact with her sitting on this chair and Becky across her lap looking sideways at the mirror watching as Miss Collins spanked her bottom. If only that could be true, she told herself. As she did, she parted her legs and ran her fingers along her pussy lips and felt how damp they were, smiling to herself as usually her knickers were wet with her sex juice as she waited in the waiting room, but they wouldn’t be this time as they were on the table next to her.
She quite forgot her cum would run down her thighs, but perhaps lucky for her a few moments later as she was starting to bring herself to an orgasm the door automatically opened to the punishment room, and, sorry she didn’t cum in time, she got up and walked through and heard the door automatically close behind her. She looked around the room and as well as the punishment machine she noticed there was a window in one of the walls. There wasn’t one in any of the other punishment rooms she had been in, and staff monitored what was happening on the computer screens. Becky wondered whether this was different because it was a testing room, but the glass was smoked, and she couldn’t see through.
Anyway, her attention was immediately diverted when she looked again at the punishment machine. As she looked at the machine, as always, she had second thoughts about the punishment she would receive, but only for a moment or two, and then went to the machine and climbed up onto the table and lay her tummy across the pillow so that her bottom was raised. She pressed the button to start the machine and then stretched her arms out to the far end of the table and the two leather cuffs secured her wrists in place and then she made sure that her ankles were correctly positioned and when they were felt the ankle cuffs tighten and secure her legs in place. Finally, the two cushion covered arms were lowered onto her back and across her thighs, and so once again she was secured in place.
The punishment appeared on the screen and was also spoken out loud with a female voice saying, “Thirty spanks with the paddle and six strokes of the cane, all at level four. Becky, please confirm this is your punishment and that you are a very naughty girl.”
Becky liked the stern tone of voice used and smiled although didn’t register what level four meant as she replied, “Yes, thirty spanks with the paddle and six strokes of the cane and I am a very naughty girl.”
Becky then heard the whirring noise and looked around and saw the thick paddle with the holes being lifted by the machines arm, and then raised and positioned above her bottom. Becky looked away from the machine and down at the tabletop, tensing herself for the pain to come, telling herself she could cope with the pain, and that she wanted it to hurt. After all, she had decided how many spanks and strokes she was going to get and so felt like she was the one in control.
Moments later as the paddle spanked down onto her bottom, she heard the loud thwack immediately followed by the searing pain right across her bottom cheeks and yelped as she always did as the pain cascaded across her bottom. The second spank landed just five seconds later and the third spank five seconds after that, and then spank after spank landed each just five seconds apart as it always did. As the spanks continued so the stinging became more and more intense and Becky’s eyes filled with tears and, with just a few more spanks of that horrible paddle with the holes in, so the tears dribbled down her face and Becky was crying before the spanking ended, and thought the spanks felt harder than usual.
As the spanks continued to land with persistent regularity, Becky was no longer worried about the fact that she was fully naked but was just trying to cope with the stinging pain which she knew she couldn’t cope with. She did wonder why she was finding the spanks harder to deal with this time and whether punishment level four was something that was meaning the spanks were harder than usual. What Becky did know was that although there were less spanks with the paddle than last time, she was certainly crying more and pulling at the wrist cuffs more fiercely than on previous visits.
Becky did hear the ping which told her there were ten spanks of the paddle left, but she was already crying uncontrollably.
At last the spanks with the paddle did stop, and when Becky heard the whirring noise again, she turned to look but realised her vision was too blurred to see anything other than the outline of what she knew was going to be the cane. When the cane bit into her bottom she threw her head back and yelped and that continued with the second stroke and the third stroke, although she found it less difficult to deal with the fourth, fifth, and sixth strokes.
At last, though the caning was over, and Becky was crying but starting to recover. She tried to look at the screen to check that the full number of strokes had happened, but her vision was still too blurred. However, she heard another whirring sound and, turning, with her vision returning, she saw that the machine had replaced the cane but picked up the paddle again and was raised up again, as though ready to spank her again and she couldn’t stop herself pleading, “No more, please, no more, please, I didn’t ask for anymore.”
The machine then spoke to her, saying in that same stern female voice, “I hope you enjoyed your discipline choice, little Miss Devious. Now enjoy my choice for you. The thing is, we checked with Miss Collins, and she said she had not signed off any form. So, we asked her what we should do, and she said, “Repeat the punishment, for starters.”
Becky heard what she was told and as she pulled at the wrist cuffs again pleaded, “Please don’t, please don’t, I won’t ever lie again, I won’t ever come here with a form that I signed off myself, please, please,”
Just then the door to the punishment room opened, and Becky turned and saw Miss Collins walk in and say in a very cross voice, “So you admit to lying on your previous forms I signed, getting more spanks than I agreed to. Well, I didn’t really like you using this punishment as an incentive, but I do agree with it for lying as that is so wrong.”
Becky pleaded, “Please Miss Collins, please don’t let the machine punish me again. I’ll do anything. It just hurts so much more than normal.”
Miss Collins explained, “Yes, Becky, because your previous punishments have been level three and when I was asked today for confirmation of your punishment and found out you had lied, I upped that to level four. Now, you’re getting the same punishment again, but up to level five. It’s okay, the highest level is ten, so you had better be very careful not to lie in the future. Now, get ready for the next part of your punishment.”
Miss Collins then put her hand on Becky’s cheek, bent down so her face was very close to hers, and said in a more maternal tone of voice, “This is for your own good, Becky. You must understand the punishment shouldn’t be your choice but only the person in authority over you. That’s why my decision counts here, and I will be taking over your incentive scheme because you have shown me that you cannot be trusted to operate it yourself, so, learn this lesson and learn it well.”
With that Miss Collins stood up, took her hand away from Becky’s face, turned and walked away, and Becky heard the door close. She was still sniffing back tears but she did assimilate what Miss Collins had said to her and she realised it was absolutely true that she had abused her relationship with Miss Collins and if she did get to see all of those forms then she would know just how many times she had lied to her. So, yes, as Miss Collins did have authority over her, and she was completely within her rights to instruct a second punishment for her. At the same time Becky realised that she wasn’t the one in control, now.
Suddenly the machine announced, “Your punishment is thirty spanks with the paddle and six strokes with the cane, all at level five. Confirm the punishment, Becky, and that you have been a very naughty girl.”
This time Becky had very different thoughts to the ones of arousal that she has had previously when about to be punished. This time she knew it would be properly deserved discipline, and definitely harder than she could cope with. However, she found no fault with the way that Miss Collins dealt with her and certainly regretted using Miss Collins in the way that she had. This would also be different because from now on she could tell it was going to be Miss Collins who decided when and what her punishment would be.
The next moment Becky yelped as the paddle spanked down on her already stinging and she knew welted bottom cheeks. The pain was far more than she had experienced before, and as the second spank landed so she realised this really was a punishment well beyond what she would have asked for herself. As the spanks continued to land with the same predictable regularity as before, but being far more painful, and even as she pulled at the wrist cuffs and shook her head hissing in and out through clenched teeth, so she knew this was going to be a punishment that would not turn her on but would leave her unable to sit down for days and make her sleep on her tummy. The spanks continued to land every five seconds, and she kept saying, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” and still the spanks landed.
Becky didn’t really register when the ping was sounded but she kept yelping and squirming and struggling and pulling at the wrist cuffs as each spank landed.
Becky did register that the spanks stopped and sort of heard the whirring sound which she knew didn’t mean the end of her punishment but meant that the paddle was being put back and the cane was being inserted into the machine’s arm. She knew it wasn’t worth turning around because her eyes were so filled with tears, she doubted that she would see anything through her blurred vision, but what did happen and what she did feel was the cane stroke which again was far harder than any cane stroke she had received so far. She yelped and was again pulling at her wrist cuffs as the second stroke landed and then the third, and after each stroke, she yelped and shrieked and begged for it to stop, but still the machine continued with the fourth and fifth strokes and then, finally, the sixth really painful stroke.
Becky told herself this was a real lesson to have learned, and she certainly respected Miss Collins for being so strict with her, which was exactly what she needed. She was so used to having her own way, with lies paying off for her, but not going forward as Miss Collins was in charge and would make all of those decisions.
There was another whirring sound which Becky assumed was the cane being put away, and she waited to be released. That wasn’t to be, though, and suddenly she heard the machines female voice say sternly, “As you have admitted to lying, Miss Collins has decided you should receive thirty spanks with the thick leather belt. So, Becky, repeat your punishment and admit to being a very naughty girl.”
With that, Becky just broke down into more crying, and again repeated, “Sorry, sorry, please no more.”
Becky then heard the machines female voice command, “Sorry only comes after the punishment. Three extra spanks with the belt for arguing.”
Even as Becky started to shriek out, “Thirty spanks with,” so the belt was spanked down onto her bottom and she yelped, and again when the belt spanked down the second time and yet again when it spanked down the third time.
The machine’s female voice then ordered, “Do as you are told, you naughty girl.”
Becky realised she had no choice, just as she wouldn’t have any real choice if the punishment was always someone else’s choice rather than her own. This really was a lesson in having to submit to authority, and now being readily obedient, she said, “My punishment is thirty spanks with the leather belt, and I am a very naughty girl.”
So having learnt yet another lesson, which was to do as you are told or suffer the consequences, so the fourth spank landed on her bottom, although that was just the first of the thirty spanks, she was going to get with the thick leather belt under her punishment set by Miss Collins.
Just like before the spanks landed with impeccable regularity, time and again, and each time Becky yelped and pulled at her wrist cuffs as the pain took a stronger hold. Of course, she knew that a thick leather belt was designed to be used as an implement of punishment, just like a paddle and a cane, but now she fully accepted she really did have no control because a punishment could be added at the whim of Miss Collins, and it was right for that to happen and, just as she had said so many times today, she really was a very naughty girl.
The leather belt continued to land time again all across Becky’s bottom, but she wasn’t begging for it to stop any more and had learnt to accept the punishment. That didn’t stop her yelping with every spank and telling herself how she had to be truthful in future, and she just had to lie there as each pain-filled spank landed and crying was her only response.
Once again Becky didn’t hear the ping sound because she was crying so loudly and the thwacking sound of the belt spanking down on her bottom was far louder than the ping, but still, those last ten very hard level five spanks continued to land, each one designed to teach Becky not to lie.
The spanks did eventually stop, although Becky could not stop herself crying, and it took quite a while for those deep sobs to change into her sniffing back tears, and all the time she was telling herself she earned all of the additional punishment and needed to make sure that she didn’t earn them again.
Suddenly the machines female voice spoke again, and asked, “Are you sorry, Becky?”
Becky quickly replied, “Yes, Miss, I am very sorry,” not thinking it strange at all that she was apologising in such a respectful way to a machine.
The machine’s female voice then asked, “Do you accept you have been a very naughty girl, Becky?“
Becky again replied respectfully, accepting she mustn’t make any sarcastic comments about repeating questions as that could well earn her extra spanks, and said, “Yes, Miss, I have been very very naughty.”
The machine’s female voice then said, “Make sure you stay a good girl, because otherwise you will be coming back here, and your punishment will be at level six.”
Becky gasped because she clearly knew that level five was extremely painful and was dreading the thought of coming back to be faced with the same punishment on level six. So, again she replied respectfully, “Yes, Miss.”
Becky was then relieved when she felt the cushion covered arms being raised up, and then the ankle cuffs being released and lastly the wrist cuffs. She didn’t want to risk any further punishment and she quickly slid off the table and stood up, although as she did her hands rushed to her burning bottom cheeks which she rubbed feverishly, realising there were so many welts that she was rubbing.
However, that didn’t embarrass her, nor the fact that she was still naked, and if there was anyone looking through the window, she didn’t care that they saw her naked with her breasts bouncing up and down, just as her legs were stepping from foot to foot, and her pussy would be on show as well, but she certainly did understand whilst being punished when naked wasn’t so humiliating during the punishment, it was certainly humiliating afterwards.
What Miss Collins knew was that there were six female observers behind the window who were there to see whether those punished behaved better afterwards, and Becky certainly did.
The door to the punishment room opened and Becky again knew she had to obey that as an instruction to leave, which she did, and she went into the waiting room. The door closed behind her just as she saw Miss Collins sitting on the chair that she had sat on before going into the punishment room.
Miss Collins was clearly very cross with Becky, and she ordered her, “Come and stand next to me, because I think you are still a naughty girl.”
Becky did as she was told and stood looking down at Miss Collins, knowing that she wanted to obey every instruction to try and get back into her good books.
Miss Collins ordered, “I want to have a chat with you, and the best place for that is with you across my lap. So, get across my lap, now.”
Becky again did as she was told and moments later was in the position that she had dreamed about so often when in bed with her fingers running along her wet pussy but knew that right then her pussy wasn’t wet, but her face clearly was because of all the tears that she had shed. She lay there, upside-down across Miss Collins’ lap, and felt her hand on her bottom, and heard her say sternly, “Your bottom is a deserved mixture of rosy red, blue bruised, and welted.” After a moment she added just as sternly, “Don’t ever use my signature again.”
Straight after that Miss Collins raised her hand and brought her palm down on Becky‘s bottom cheeks, knowing that her spanking her was nothing like as hard as the paddle or the cane or the belt, but it did give her a message. So, she didn’t just give one or two spanks but gave two dozen spanks on alternate bottom cheeks and was pleased that Becky obediently stayed in position and didn’t try to force herself up. Maybe she would need to spank Becky again, and almost hoped so.
Becky looked sideways and saw herself in the mirror, across Miss Collins’ lap, and loved the sight.
Whilst each spank hurt so much and her bottom stung even more, she was getting aroused as she always did when being disciplined, and, even better, she was getting spanked by Miss Collins and so her fantasy had come to life.
Hopefully, not for the last time, she told herself. Even so, she would have to come back to the discipline centre again and see what a level six paddling and caning felt like, although with Miss Collins setting the tariff that she just had to accept and take, just like naughty girls like her should have to do to obey those in authority over her. She had lost control over her punishments, she knew, but then she had learned so many good lessons today.
