Here is part 2 of a saga of our immediate future (sure).
Certificate of Correction Pt 2
I came away from the experience of attending a correctional session at the
Juvenile Center with mixed emotions. On the one hand it had been both horrific
and fascinating. On the other, decidedly arousing. I had watched 6 juvenile
offenders spanked on their naked buttocks while laid across a bench. I had seen
the matrons, the lady corrections officers, smack each pair of bottom cheeks, so
lewdly offered up, between 100 and 200 times. I had witnessed the shameful
paddling and caning of those same teenagers on their reddened posteriors as they
were held strapped in over the dreaded "Box" which elevated and exposed their
naked rear ends for punishment.
In the post session interview with my client, Jennifer Scott, I came to
understand first hand how horrible and humiliating it was. Jennifer had stood
there, too sore to sit down and had sobbed that she would never go through this
ordeal again. It was painful beyond anything she had ever experienced, she had
said. And the humiliation of being practically stripped naked for it, in front
of witnesses, was so mortifying she did not know if she could face the world
again. I tried to tell her that a lot of kids her age had gone through this
program and that her friends would be sympathetic, but all she said she wanted
to do was crawl in a hole and die.
Karen too was sympathetic, after all Jennifer was one of her cases now. There
was an automatic probationary period even though the slate would be wiped clean
90 days hence. Karen presented her with the signed Certificate of Correction
which meant that she had gone through with the program. She or her parents would
send that to the Court. In 90 days if there were no repeat offenses, her record
was expunged. If there was a probation violation, Karen would take care of
determining a recomendation to the Court about disposition.
So it was a tearful and repentant Jennifer who walked out of the Center that
afternoon in the company of her parents. The best I could tell them was that
Jennifer hadn't suffered any more than any of the other kids, that there was no
damage to her skin, and that the staff followed proper procedure.I added,
though, that she was one well spanked little girl, and that she should be
allowed now to put this incident behind her.
I met Karen that night at Luigi's, a favorite Italian restaurant of ours. She
wanted to talk about what we had seen.
"Well, what did you think?" she said, sipping some pinot gris. She was dressed
in a short sleeveless summer dress that showed off her wonderous breasts and
athletic legs. It exposed a generous amount of cleavage and came only to mid
thigh. When we had met outside I remembered praying for a strong wind. I was
still in quite a state.
"It was the most lurid spectacle I've ever seen, if you really want to know, but
I guess its better than jail or time in Juvie Hall."
"Yeah, both of those could be worse, and, there is corporal punishment in both
of those places as well. This way they get the whole thing over with in one
shot."
"Well, there's something to be said for that," I acknowleged, "but, wow, it
really looked painful. That Ms Carson was all business, and she doled out pretty
hard licks, especially with that cane or whatever it was."
"It's a hollow rod made of some synthetic. It's supposed to mimic rattan or
something. The real thing you have to soak in water to keep it springy. That
stuff stays whippy, but you have to know how to use it."
"Do you?" I inquired.
"No", but I am supposed to know how to use the 'Sandal'". This was an oval
shaped piece of leather covered in a thin rubber on the "business" side. It
appeared to be a milder form of punishment, rather like a spanking with mom's
beach sandal.
"YOU? Use one of those things to spank someone?"
"Yes. It's part of the job. We have the authority to spank--not more than 100
smacks at a time--for things like probation violations. This short-cuts getting
the Court involved with trivial stuff. Sometimes there are all kinds of
conditions of probation, like not skipping school. If the kids mess up, I can
take him or her down the hall to room 211 and dish out a good old fashioned
spanking."
"You're kidding! Have you spanked anybody?"
"No, not yet. But there is a little miss I have to see Monday who has been
caught trying to buy cigarettes. She was busted at an underage party with a lot
of drinking going on and just put on probation. I'm thinking it might be
appropriate for her. Changing the subject...Rollin let me ask you something. Did
you ...er get turned on at all watching?"
"I cannot lie. You bet I did. I mean it wasn't just the almost nude state of
these teenage girls. It was the whole situation...the power or the exercise of
that power....the crying, the wriggling, the helpless postures, you know, bare
buns in up the air, getting smacked, the whole thing. It kinda bothered me with
Jennifer...I mean, she's my client, but I got to say, seeing her bare tail get a
whipping was sexy as hell."
"I have to admit, I felt the same," grinned Karen sheepishly. " But I was
imagining myself in their place. I did used to get spankings, but it has been
awhile."
"Really? When did you get your last spanking?"
"Oh I was 14 and it was at camp. It all started when a bunch of us girls tried
to sneak over to the boys camp across the lake. We were going to meet the boys
in the woods but the counselors caught us. They were pretty upset, they could
have lost their jobs and all. They said that they wouldn't report us if we took
punishment from them and we all said ok. Our cabin counselors Sue and Janey and
their assistant Carrie were college girls. Sue and Janey were seniors and
Carrie was a freshman. The next day at noon rest time they took us girls out to
the nature cabin. There were 8 of us in on it. They pulled out some chairs and
put them in kind of a circle. One at a time we had to pull our pants down, bend
over a lap, and take 25 whacks with the flat of the hand. They took turns at
dishing out the spankings. I don't remember it hurting so much, it was just
humiliating to be spanked like a little kid, bare butt on display and all. And
that wasn't the end of it. From then on when any of us acted up, it was out to
the nature cabin for an over-the-knee session with Sue or Janey. I got it
several times that summer."
"Tell me all about it! Inquiring minds want to know!"
"Some other time, Rollin...now be serious-- you're getting me sidetracked. And
here I am, I'm trying to give you an overview."
Karen contiued: "Other than that, mom spanked me when I was younger, but it was
usually over quickly. That camp spankings though, we had time to think about it.
The weird thing was that it was kind of exciting. I always had butterflies so
bad, but seeing my friends getting it bare made me feel funny, you know? And it
felt all warm afterward...my butt I mean. Our counselors were kind of
semi-serious about it, like it was a joke. You know, they would smile and say
stuff like, 'ooh, Karen and Cathy didn't make their beds in time, looks like a
spanking', and everyone would troop out to the nature cabin or sometimes this
clearing in the woods to see justice meted out. But it was just a game, you
know?"
I didn't know. But what the hell, the image of a younger Karen with her little
camp shorts pulled down and being spanked on the bare fanny over the knee of
some buxom sorority sister beauty was giving me a woody.
"What about you Rollin. I bet you got spanked all the time. You can be
so.....exasperating. C'mon, you can tell me."
"Ok, ok. I was a handful. Until I was about 10, mom did the honors. When she was
at her wits end, Mom would haul me into the bathroom. She'd say it was time for
a real "pantsdowner", that's what she called it. She'd yank my pants down, take
a seat on the commode, and pull me over her knee. Then she would spank. Hard and
fast. No set number. What I remember is how loud all that smacking was in that
bathroom. I'd howl, all right. I'd wiggle and yell but she would smack away til
it felt like my ass was on fire. She would sting my little backside until she
figured I was real sorry for whatever it was I'd done. Then she would give me a
hug and a kiss and that was it."
"How did you feel about it?"
"It was just part of being a kid. I could be a holy terror at times, I know."
"You still can," said Karen grinning mischievously, "but see, thats what's
interesting, when it was over it was over, you were fully paid up and life went
on. That's why I'm thinking this system isn't so bad."
"So are you going to paddle little whats-her-name on Monday?
"Antonia, her name is Antonia DuBois. She's a rich kid and a snotty one to boot.
And yeah, I might just have to spank little Antonia. I'd say based on her
attitude, she could use a good spanking. But I need more data," said Karen with
a kind of faraway look. Then a look of determination crossed her face, as if she
had made up her mind about something. "Rollin, lets go home to my place. I need
your help with something."
"We just got drinks," I protested.
"We'll eat later. First we have to do something."
Stranger and stranger, I thought, but ok, I'm game. Karen rose and once again
her beauty almost knocked me over. That is not much of a dress to put so much
girl into, I thought. We drove back to her place. When we got there she asked me
if I wanted another drink. I said I was ok but she said something about liquid
courage and made herself a double. Then she sat down next to me on the couch.
"Rollin, we've been close for a long time and I have to say I have, well,
certain feelings for you, so I hope what I'm about to ask doesn't spoil things.
I don't think it will, knowing you, but I have to say that."
"Karen, I feel the same way, and I doubt that there is anything you would ask me
to do that would change that. I have felt so much affection for you for so long.
I just want us to be closer."
With that Karen looked at me for a moment then leaned forward and planted a kiss
right on my mouth, her tongue working its way in to find mine. Her arms went
around me and she hugged me fiercely. I took her in my arms. It seemed as if a
wall of passion that had been restrained for so long was about to burst. Finally
we broke.
"Whew!" I said. "What was that for?"
"Partial payment in advance", she said coyly.
"In advance of what you little minx? What I want to do right now is ravish you
royally!"
"Ummm...so masterful too. This is good." Then she got serious again. Women are
so mercurial. It drives me crazy.
"Rollin,...here it is," she began, "I...I...need to know what it feels like. If
I'm going to give one, I have to know what it is like."
"Huh? What what is like? What are you talking about?"
"Spankings, Rollin, spankings....with the sandal. My job, I might have to do
it."
She sat up and squaring her shoulders, said with a look of determination,
"Rollin I want you to spank me. I want you to give it to me just like at the
Correctional Center. With one of those spankers, the Sandal. I have to know what
they feel, what they go through."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Karen, she of the beautiful ass
who had just taken our simmering friendship to the next level with that
passionate kiss, who had treated me to this lurid spectacle, who had regaled me
with recollections of her delightful adolescent paddywhackings, wanted me to
spank her! Like it was some big favor??
The 'ol computer figured this one out pretty quick.
"Uh...well, I guess so." I said, feigning reluctance.
"Then you'll do it!" She breathed in relief.
"Yes, but don't be too grateful yet," I warned.
"Ummm...yes, " she said, biting her lower lip. Then she straightened again.
"I need this, Rollin, and I need it to be authentic. Don't hold back, ok?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to get ready. I brought one of the Sandals home. The best way is for
you to sit in the middle of the sofa. When I'm over your lap it will be the way
we have it in room 211. We just have a wide padded bench, not one of those
special spanking benches. I'll be right back."
She walked into the next room and returned with a "sandal". This was an oval
shaped piece of leather with a rubberized backing held between two pieces of
wood that were clamped together to form a handle. Karen handed me the bat.
"We can give, at most, 100 licks with this. That is what you should give me.
Here...". And she handed me the wicked little paddle.
She looked for all the world like a contrite schoolgirl handing daddy the paddle
that he would spank her with.
She turned around and asked me if I would "please help the lady out of her
dress". She explained that it was underwear only in the punishment room and she
wanted to be treated "like one of the kids."
"Just like the teenagers? Are you sure?" I asked.
She did not flinch.
"Everything. Just like you saw Jennifer get tanned by Doreen."
"Ok," I said, unzipping her dress, "Take this dress off and your shoes."
She slipped the flimsy dress over her head, which left her in bra and panties.
Her nicely endowed breasts strained against the bra and her luscious ass was
barely contained by the tiny panties. I had seen her in a bathing suit before
but nothing could compare with this. She had a narrow waist and a firm fully
fleshed posterior that jutted out impudently.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked taking the spanker in hand, flexing it,
testing the weight.
She looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, Rollin, I am. Take me across your knee
and give it to me good. 100 smacks, well laid on, as they say."
"Then get yourself across my lap, young lady" I said, taking a seat on the
couch.
She prostrated herself across my lap, resting her pelvis directly over my groin,
arching those magnificent buttocks up. I took the paddle in hand and rested it
on her rear.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Rollin?" she said with a grin as she turned
her upper body slightly. "My panties, they need to come down." And she lifted
her bottom up so I could slide her panties down to her knees. I took the
waistband of her panties and tugged them down revealing her glorious nude hind
cheeks. She turned forward and rested her face on her hands. I was ready to
begin.
I took the Sandal raised my arm and brought it down with a loud SMACK! squarely
in the middle of of Karen's nude fanny. The cheeks wobbled deliciously and a
patch of red arose where I had struck.
"Oooh..." breathed Karen.
SMACK! again I whipped down the leather paddle smacking her left cheek.
"Owwww...." yipped Karen.
Taking a firm grip I started to spank in a slow but steady rhythym, one
side....smack!.... then the other, smack!.... sometimes....smack!... right
across the middle. Karen gripped the cushions of the sofa and gave little yelps
with each few smacks.
"Are you counting?" I said. "You wanted 100, remember?"
"Oooh..yes Rollin, I think you've given me 8 or 9. I'll count. Please continue
my spanking, kind sir."
"Ok, here goes...."
And I started up once again, determined to make it meaningful. I smacked the
sandal down against her nether cheeks at the rate of about one smack every two
seconds. I figured this was a good way to let her feel each spank distinctly.
Her behind started to redden and the succulent bottomcheeks bobbed and jiggled.
After a while Karen was wriggling her luscious body all over my lap. I just knew
she had to be able to feel my hardening penis. All the while she breathlessly
maintained the count. SMACK! "37" SMACK! "38" SMACK! "Oooh...39" SMACK!
"oww...40". I was mesmerized watching the lascivious jiggle of her bare buns
with each hearty smack of the Sandal. As I neared 70 her movements became more
animated and the yelps which accompanied the count became more vocal. Karen
began to flutter her feet and hump her body up and down. It almost seemed as if
she were deliberately raising her sit spot to meet the descending crack! of the
paddle. She wanted a bare fanny tanning and she was getting it. Having watched
the correctional officers I had a pretty good idea of how hard to spank and I
laid the spanks on very firmly. As we neared 100, a climax of sorts seemed to be
building. Her cries now more frantic, the noisy smacks seeming louder, the
bucking and wriggling of her nude bottom, all of this culminated in the last few
smacks of the wicked Sandal. SMACK! "yeowww...97" SMACK! "Ohh...Rollin...98"
SMACK! "99" and...SMAAAACK!!! "ow..ow..ow...Rollin you beast!...100".
I stopped. She lay for a moment across my lap seemingly drained and making
little noises like "Ah...ah...ah...". Then she jumped up. Her hands flew to her
red seat and she rubbed as she bent halfway over sticking out her behind lewdly.
Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide as saucers.
"My God!! That really stung! Oh wow!"
She did a little dance, hopping from one foot to the other. It was as sexy a
thing as I had ever seen. Finally she slowed down. She didn't even pull up her
panties, she just stretched out her arms and fell into mine. Gripping my head
with one hand she pulled my lips to hers and proceeded to kiss me passionately.
I ran my hands all over her body. She winced when I first touched her bottom.
The cheeks were hot to the touch and I slowly rubbed and kneaded them, hoping to
assuage some of the sting. My hand eventually found the bush between her legs.
As I suspected, she was wet. She gave alittle moan as I ran my fingers along the
slippery folds of her labia. She moaned louder as my fingers found the little
button of her clitoris and I massaged it gently. She broke off the kiss and
stood back. Her fingers reached behind her as she undid the clasp of her bra.
Shucking the bra, she freed her glorious tits. Her hands went to the waistband
of my pants and she yanked them down. Falling to her knees she reached into my
undershorts and pulled out my engorged member. My prick disappeared between her
lips as she took me into her mouth, slowly drawing her lips across the glans and
swirling her tongue around the head.
I couldn't stand much more of this! I pulled her head back and stood her up,
then I took off the rest of my clothes. We walked hand in hand to her bedroom
where at long last she got her royal ravishing. I took her in every way I could
think of. She was wet and yielding but her tight tunnel gripped my member as I
slid in and out of her building that delicious friction to shattering crescendo.
I especially liked taking her from behind as she knelt on all fours, my tummy
now spanking her wobbly globes as my hard rod disappeared between the
red-suffused cheeks, over and over again. Then she rode me, astride my legs as I
grabbed her breasts pinching the nipples. I held out as long as I could but
finally gave up and came, pumping furiously. She said later that she came more
than once. We collapsed in a heap on the bed.
Later we dressed and puttered around in her kitchen. We were both famished. She
fixed some pasta and a salad and we sat down to eat.
"When you were spanking me, toward the end, my rear was so hot and burning that
I thought I couldn't stand it. Each smack was like a splash of fire on my hind
end that just got hotter and hotter."
"Isn't that the idea?" I said.
"I think so. It was really a sharp shock. But you know what? It made me feel
sexy. Maybe 'cause it was you and I knew what was coming next. And when you
stopped and I got to rub my bottom, soon it felt all pleasantly hot and tingly."
"Well, then I guess your experiment is a success. Little miss Antonia might not
be sitting comfortably for a while after Monday, I'm thinking."
"Uh...Rollin, the experiment isn't over yet."
Whatever did she mean by that?
Next ---- Pt 3
