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The main event? You mean the donuts in the staff room?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
You can take the cop out of the precinct, but he'll still want donuts.
connoisseurs
Senator
A woman after my fancy, but...
Although as a reader I would be very happy if she is successfull, the upright citizen in me is shocked that she want to misuse her given authority to satisfy her kinky desire. I hope there will be retributive justice!
windar
Teller of Tales
With the call of the first stroke, George twisted his body back, then sprung forward, transferring the momentum to his arm and thus to the cane, which transferred its momentum to Keisha Melrose’s defenseless ass with a dull “Thwack!”, embedding itself for a brief moment in her flesh before following through like a well-hit tennis volley.
Priya watched the dark skin at the point of impact develop into twin lines that reddened as the seconds passed. There was a sharp intake of breath, but little more reaction. ‘She’s a tough one,’ Priya thought as the requisite thirty seconds between strokes ticked down.
Nothing was rushed here; this was an official proceeding, to be done according to protocol, which was designed to allow the offender to experience the full gamut of reactions to each lash. “Two!” was called and delivered, the rattan striking just below the welts from the first lash.
This time, Priya could see Keisha, still silent, pulling with her feet and hands against the restraints that held her against the frame. Fight or flight was the body and brain’s reaction, though neither was possible, for the straps were strong.
The third stroke elicited even more vigorous struggles. Priya knew, both from her training and from personal experience how desperately the offender wanted to be able to move the inflamed tissue to deal with the pain and to avoid further blows. But that wasn’t going to happen.
Priya could hear Keisha panting from her fruitless exertions and the flaming agony in her rear cheeks, which were marked with three livid red lines. But, still, there was no verbal acknowledgement of her suffering. Priya wondered how long she could hold out-certainly eighteen would have an NFL linebacker howling in pain, so it was a matter of when, not if.
“Four!” Sue called, impassively, as though announcing the time. This blow, which landed on skin already damaged by an earlier lash, drew a low moan from Keisha. “You felt that one, didn’t you?” Beth asked the poor girl. It was a rhetorical question to which no answer was needed.
Priya knew that Keisha must be feeling desperate, her buttocks in agony, with the punishment not even one quarter of the way done. The next stroke drew a louder moan. Priya noticed that Keisha’s ass was shaking now for several seconds after each strike, an involuntary nervous reaction to the brutal pain she was experiencing.
Strokes six, seven and eight each elicited moans and more doomed attempts at freeing her feet and hands from the straps that held them. Eight was how many Priya had received all those years ago in Trabbia, and she still remembered the anguish and humiliation to this day. The prospect facing Keisha of ten more lashes to fall on already abraded skin and bruised flesh was almost unimaginable.
“Nine!” Sue called. George seemed to drag the tip of the rotan across his victim’s lower cheeks with particular effect on this one, splitting the sensitive inner layer of skin. Blood welled up at the most damaged spot on the right cheek and began trickling down Keisha’s leg. Priya had little doubt that George would make sure to work on that spot again.
The poor girl howled her agony to the unsympathetic watchers. “That little protest of yours really accomplished a lot, Melrose, didn’t it?” Beth said. “Caning is a pretty damn good punishment after all, wouldn’t you say?”
Keisha only howled louder when the tenth lash was called and delivered. ‘At least she is past the halfway point now,’ Priya thought, though she wondered how much consolation that would be for the beleaguered offender, since she still had eight more lashes to go.
“Eleven!” Sue called. This one opened a new wound, a few inches below the first one on the right cheek, eliciting a further flow of blood. Keisha screamed in terrible anguish, a cry that seemed to go on and on. It seemed her whole body was shaking now and there were still almost as many lashes left as Priya had suffered in Trabbia.
The twelfth stroke landed on the spot where blood had first been drawn. Priya saw a few spatters hit the wooden frame, easily visible against the blue paint. The cane was tinged crimson now.
Keisha was howling almost non-stop now, pausing only to gulp air after each stroke knocked the breath out of her. However, to her credit in Priya’s eyes, the brave girl didn’t beg for mercy. Such pleas were, needless to say, a futile gesture, since the punishment ordered by the court did not allow for such relief, but one that, in their desperation, most offenders who were receiving an exemplary punishment of this many strokes resorted to.
“Thirteen!” Sue announced. This one struck low, away from the most battered flesh, a small, if unintended, mercy, perhaps, but one that didn’t seem to be appreciated by Keisha, if her shouts of pain were any guide.
The fourteenth hit again on the most battered area. It seemed to provoke less reaction than Priya had expected, but likely that was just exhaustion setting in, as Keisha’s struggles against the straps that held her in place had lessened as well.
Priya left her place and went to stand beside Beth. Eighteen was a severe punishment and her duty was to assure that the offender remained conscious through the entire infliction. Keisha’s face was contorted in pain, her eyes barely able to focus. Her cornrows were matted with sweat, which glazed every inch of her dark brown skin.
“Fifteen!” Sue called. Priya heard the rotan connect with the girl’s flesh. Although Keisha barely groaned, Priya saw the pain register in her eyes. The girl was tough and should be able to take the three more that were due her.
Priya signaled to Sue that she could continue and, after the thirty seconds had elapsed, she called “Sixteen!” Keisha took that one and the remaining two with barely a whimper.
Finally, Sue announced “Punishment complete!” Beth undid the straps around Keisha’s wrists, while Sue undid the belt that held her waist against the padded bar, before kneeling and releasing the straps that held the ankles against the frame.
Though finally, blessedly, released from her bonds, Keisha lay still draped across the frame, too exhausted to move.
“Wakey-wakey, Melrose!” Sue shouted, her mouth close to Keisha’s left ear. “Come on, get up! We need this frame for your pals in there,” she said.
Keisha just groaned, but didn’t move. “Give me a hand with this lazy slut, would you, Beth?” Sue said, sounding exasperated. She took hold of Melrose’s left arm and Beth grabbed the right and they pulled her up to a standing position and began dragging her towards the door to the clinic. Priya followed, shaking her head at the things these poor guards had to deal with.
Sue and Beth dragged Keisha Melrose into the clinic and towards the cots set up near the back of the room. As they passed Rebecca and Pamela, Priya couldn’t help noticing the look on their faces. They had certainly heard the call of the strokes, the sound of the cane hitting Keisha’s butt flesh and her moans and shrieks of pain.
Now they were faced with the results, the mess of weals and cuts covering most of their friend’s ass, knowing that they would have to endure the same ordeal, Pamela very shortly and Rebecca at some time in the near future. Priya hoped that Rebecca wouldn’t pass out in shock-she needed to tend to Melrose and didn’t want to be distracted.
Beth and Sue laid Melrose face down on one of the cots, none too gently. Priya put on gloves and got a bottle of alcohol and a box of cotton swabs. “Hold her down, please,” she instructed. Sue sat on Melrose’s back and Beth sat on her legs.
Priya poured a liberal dose of alcohol on one of the swabs and dabbed it on the worst looking of the many wounds on the Keisha’s buttocks. The girl, suddenly revived, let out an unholy series of shrieks and imprecations and began struggling madly as the alcohol worked its way into the open cuts. Beth and Sue had to press with their full weight to keep her down.
“Hold still,” Priya ordered. “I have to disinfect your wounds.”
“Fuuuuck!” Keisha yelled, not at all pleased with this necessary medical care that the State was providing her free of charge.
It took a good ten minutes and most of the box of swabs, but Priya finally had Melrose’s ass cleaned up. She dressed the wounds with an antibiotic ointment, which the girl seemed to find tolerable. Finally, she told Beth and Sue that they could escort the offender to the cell where she would spend the night.
In need of a break, Priya went to the staff bathroom. She sat on the toilet and thought about the caning she had just witnessed and imagined Rebecca and Susan undergoing the same treatment. Her had strayed down to her pussy as she imagined them writhing under the cane.
She inserted two fingers inside and began rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. In less than a minute, she was panting on the edge of coming, and then the orgasm was shooting through her like an electric current. Priya bit down hard on her arm to stifle the cries of pleasure in case Beth or Sue happened to walk in.
She took a moment to compose herself, threw some water on her face at the sink and went back into the clinic. Pamela Drake was waiting anxiously for her punishment.
Priya watched the dark skin at the point of impact develop into twin lines that reddened as the seconds passed. There was a sharp intake of breath, but little more reaction. ‘She’s a tough one,’ Priya thought as the requisite thirty seconds between strokes ticked down.
Nothing was rushed here; this was an official proceeding, to be done according to protocol, which was designed to allow the offender to experience the full gamut of reactions to each lash. “Two!” was called and delivered, the rattan striking just below the welts from the first lash.
This time, Priya could see Keisha, still silent, pulling with her feet and hands against the restraints that held her against the frame. Fight or flight was the body and brain’s reaction, though neither was possible, for the straps were strong.
The third stroke elicited even more vigorous struggles. Priya knew, both from her training and from personal experience how desperately the offender wanted to be able to move the inflamed tissue to deal with the pain and to avoid further blows. But that wasn’t going to happen.
Priya could hear Keisha panting from her fruitless exertions and the flaming agony in her rear cheeks, which were marked with three livid red lines. But, still, there was no verbal acknowledgement of her suffering. Priya wondered how long she could hold out-certainly eighteen would have an NFL linebacker howling in pain, so it was a matter of when, not if.
“Four!” Sue called, impassively, as though announcing the time. This blow, which landed on skin already damaged by an earlier lash, drew a low moan from Keisha. “You felt that one, didn’t you?” Beth asked the poor girl. It was a rhetorical question to which no answer was needed.
Priya knew that Keisha must be feeling desperate, her buttocks in agony, with the punishment not even one quarter of the way done. The next stroke drew a louder moan. Priya noticed that Keisha’s ass was shaking now for several seconds after each strike, an involuntary nervous reaction to the brutal pain she was experiencing.
Strokes six, seven and eight each elicited moans and more doomed attempts at freeing her feet and hands from the straps that held them. Eight was how many Priya had received all those years ago in Trabbia, and she still remembered the anguish and humiliation to this day. The prospect facing Keisha of ten more lashes to fall on already abraded skin and bruised flesh was almost unimaginable.
“Nine!” Sue called. George seemed to drag the tip of the rotan across his victim’s lower cheeks with particular effect on this one, splitting the sensitive inner layer of skin. Blood welled up at the most damaged spot on the right cheek and began trickling down Keisha’s leg. Priya had little doubt that George would make sure to work on that spot again.
The poor girl howled her agony to the unsympathetic watchers. “That little protest of yours really accomplished a lot, Melrose, didn’t it?” Beth said. “Caning is a pretty damn good punishment after all, wouldn’t you say?”
Keisha only howled louder when the tenth lash was called and delivered. ‘At least she is past the halfway point now,’ Priya thought, though she wondered how much consolation that would be for the beleaguered offender, since she still had eight more lashes to go.
“Eleven!” Sue called. This one opened a new wound, a few inches below the first one on the right cheek, eliciting a further flow of blood. Keisha screamed in terrible anguish, a cry that seemed to go on and on. It seemed her whole body was shaking now and there were still almost as many lashes left as Priya had suffered in Trabbia.
The twelfth stroke landed on the spot where blood had first been drawn. Priya saw a few spatters hit the wooden frame, easily visible against the blue paint. The cane was tinged crimson now.
Keisha was howling almost non-stop now, pausing only to gulp air after each stroke knocked the breath out of her. However, to her credit in Priya’s eyes, the brave girl didn’t beg for mercy. Such pleas were, needless to say, a futile gesture, since the punishment ordered by the court did not allow for such relief, but one that, in their desperation, most offenders who were receiving an exemplary punishment of this many strokes resorted to.
“Thirteen!” Sue announced. This one struck low, away from the most battered flesh, a small, if unintended, mercy, perhaps, but one that didn’t seem to be appreciated by Keisha, if her shouts of pain were any guide.
The fourteenth hit again on the most battered area. It seemed to provoke less reaction than Priya had expected, but likely that was just exhaustion setting in, as Keisha’s struggles against the straps that held her in place had lessened as well.
Priya left her place and went to stand beside Beth. Eighteen was a severe punishment and her duty was to assure that the offender remained conscious through the entire infliction. Keisha’s face was contorted in pain, her eyes barely able to focus. Her cornrows were matted with sweat, which glazed every inch of her dark brown skin.
“Fifteen!” Sue called. Priya heard the rotan connect with the girl’s flesh. Although Keisha barely groaned, Priya saw the pain register in her eyes. The girl was tough and should be able to take the three more that were due her.
Priya signaled to Sue that she could continue and, after the thirty seconds had elapsed, she called “Sixteen!” Keisha took that one and the remaining two with barely a whimper.
Finally, Sue announced “Punishment complete!” Beth undid the straps around Keisha’s wrists, while Sue undid the belt that held her waist against the padded bar, before kneeling and releasing the straps that held the ankles against the frame.
Though finally, blessedly, released from her bonds, Keisha lay still draped across the frame, too exhausted to move.
“Wakey-wakey, Melrose!” Sue shouted, her mouth close to Keisha’s left ear. “Come on, get up! We need this frame for your pals in there,” she said.
Keisha just groaned, but didn’t move. “Give me a hand with this lazy slut, would you, Beth?” Sue said, sounding exasperated. She took hold of Melrose’s left arm and Beth grabbed the right and they pulled her up to a standing position and began dragging her towards the door to the clinic. Priya followed, shaking her head at the things these poor guards had to deal with.
Sue and Beth dragged Keisha Melrose into the clinic and towards the cots set up near the back of the room. As they passed Rebecca and Pamela, Priya couldn’t help noticing the look on their faces. They had certainly heard the call of the strokes, the sound of the cane hitting Keisha’s butt flesh and her moans and shrieks of pain.
Now they were faced with the results, the mess of weals and cuts covering most of their friend’s ass, knowing that they would have to endure the same ordeal, Pamela very shortly and Rebecca at some time in the near future. Priya hoped that Rebecca wouldn’t pass out in shock-she needed to tend to Melrose and didn’t want to be distracted.
Beth and Sue laid Melrose face down on one of the cots, none too gently. Priya put on gloves and got a bottle of alcohol and a box of cotton swabs. “Hold her down, please,” she instructed. Sue sat on Melrose’s back and Beth sat on her legs.
Priya poured a liberal dose of alcohol on one of the swabs and dabbed it on the worst looking of the many wounds on the Keisha’s buttocks. The girl, suddenly revived, let out an unholy series of shrieks and imprecations and began struggling madly as the alcohol worked its way into the open cuts. Beth and Sue had to press with their full weight to keep her down.
“Hold still,” Priya ordered. “I have to disinfect your wounds.”
“Fuuuuck!” Keisha yelled, not at all pleased with this necessary medical care that the State was providing her free of charge.
It took a good ten minutes and most of the box of swabs, but Priya finally had Melrose’s ass cleaned up. She dressed the wounds with an antibiotic ointment, which the girl seemed to find tolerable. Finally, she told Beth and Sue that they could escort the offender to the cell where she would spend the night.
In need of a break, Priya went to the staff bathroom. She sat on the toilet and thought about the caning she had just witnessed and imagined Rebecca and Susan undergoing the same treatment. Her had strayed down to her pussy as she imagined them writhing under the cane.
She inserted two fingers inside and began rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. In less than a minute, she was panting on the edge of coming, and then the orgasm was shooting through her like an electric current. Priya bit down hard on her arm to stifle the cries of pleasure in case Beth or Sue happened to walk in.
She took a moment to compose herself, threw some water on her face at the sink and went back into the clinic. Pamela Drake was waiting anxiously for her punishment.
M
Marrick
Guest
This story just gets better and better, your description of the punishment is so real in its telling. I so feel that I am there observing .
I await the caning of the mother and daughter with great anticipation.
Its only a pity that there are no pictures/drawing to accompany this excellent story line.
I await the caning of the mother and daughter with great anticipation.
Its only a pity that there are no pictures/drawing to accompany this excellent story line.
windar
Teller of Tales
Is there an artist in the house?
Jackie1111
Tribune
Holy smokes Dude!! Seriously fucking hot!
So detailed yet perfectly paced.
And BRUTAL. Oh yes, I like my punishments to be very severe. If it means a bit of blood streaming down my thighs, then so be it.
And the aftercare scene - I've always loved a good aftercare scene, but I'm pretty sure I've never come across one where it only added to the torture. Don't know why we don't see that more often.
Well done. Looking forward to the rest.
So detailed yet perfectly paced.
And BRUTAL. Oh yes, I like my punishments to be very severe. If it means a bit of blood streaming down my thighs, then so be it.
And the aftercare scene - I've always loved a good aftercare scene, but I'm pretty sure I've never come across one where it only added to the torture. Don't know why we don't see that more often.
Well done. Looking forward to the rest.
windar
Teller of Tales
Thank you Jackie. As for the aftercare, it's not designed to add to the torture, of course. This is a state-sanctioned medical procedure. But, as you must know from all those pharma ads on TV, drugs have side-effects
windar
Teller of Tales
Pamela Drake wasn’t as stoic as her friend, Keisha Melrose. As soon as she entered the Punishment Room and saw the caning stand and George standing beside it holding the rotan, she shook her head and began shouting, “No. I can’t, No!” She struggled to free herself from the two guards, her eyes looking desperately for an escape.
Pamela was large and Beth and Sue were having trouble holding her. There was really nowhere for her to run to, since the door she had come through had closed and locked automatically, but no one wanted the undignified spectacle of guards chasing a naked offender around the room.
George laid the cane down on the table and ran over to assist Beth and Sue. He managed to grab one of Pamela’s arms in his large paws and began pulling her toward the frame. “Oh, God, please!” the girl begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again”.
“You bet your ass you won’t, Drake, but it’s too late for sorry now,” Sue said, angrily. “You’re going to get what you have coming.” She yanked firmly on the other arm and, with all three of them pulling, they manhandled Drake over to the frame, the girl protesting the whole way as her bare toes scraped against the concrete floor.
Reaching their destination, they slammed Pamela’s hips against the padded bar. George held her in place with his considerable bulk while the two female guards knelt and strapped her ankles in place. They wasted no more time getting her positioned, her large ass up in the air, ready for the cane, her cunt on display.
Sue took her place at the table beside Priya and picked up Drake’s folder. “I really should give her extra strokes for that little display.”
Priya, who was already worried about Pamela making it through the eighteen she had been sentenced to, looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Ah, fuck it,” Sue said. “Who has time for the paperwork? I wanted to get out of here a bit early to take my son to hockey practice. She’ll be bawling her eyes out after the first couple anyway.”
Sue’s prediction proved to be quite accurate. The first stroke had Pam wailing, straining mightily against the restraints. By the third, she was howling piteously, begging for mercy. “Oh, God! Please, stop! It hurts so much!” she cried.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Drake,” Beth told her twisting Pam’s hair to force the student to look at her smiling face. “You should have thought of that before you threw eggs at the AG’s car you moron!”
At the halfway point, the screams were so loud, Priya called a break to examine her, mostly to let her own ears stop ringing. She stuck her stethoscope between Pam’s tits and listened to her pounding heart as best she could over the girl’s anguished wails. “She’ll live,” Priya announced, taking her seat.
“No! I can’t take any more, Please, have mercy!” Pamela begged.
“Doc says you’re fine,” Beth told her. “Stop being a baby. Your friend Melrose took it and so can you.”
“Ten!” Sue called and the punishment continued. Despairing of the mercy she was begging for but knew would not be granted, Drake abandoned her pleas and simply howled her way through the remainder, her cries diminishing in volume as she fatigued under the battering assault on her nether cheeks.
Surprisingly, though, once her punishment was complete and her body released from the frame, she was able to walk more or less unaided to the clinic, where it took the assistance of the two male guards to hold her down on the cot so Priya could treat her. Her shrieks as the alcohol seeped into her wounds were pitiful, but Priya had a job to do.
Finally, Pamela was dispatched with Beth to her cell for the night. “Long day, Doc,” Sue said, glancing at her watch.
Priya looked in the direction of Rebecca Goldman who had sat naked in the clinic the whole time watching the treatment of her two fellow students. The poor girl looked like she might pass out at a moment’s notice. “Don’t forget about her before you go.”
“I’ll take care of her on the way out,” Sue said, as she walked over to the girl. “On your feet Goldman,” she ordered. “I’ll take you back to the locker room. You can get dressed and go home. You will be recalled for your punishment in the near future. And I’m warning you, if you don’t show up, I will personally make sure that they drag you back here from the ends of the earth to get a double sentence along with some prison time. You hear me, Goldman?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rebecca replied as she followed Sue out of the clinic.
Priya tidied up and completed her paperwork. That was the worst part of the job-the Department had forms for everything. But she knew that every job had its downsides, which reminded her that she really needed to come to a decision about Dr. Fong’s offer.
She wanted to talk more with Sanjay, but they were meeting friends for dinner and a concert, so tonight wouldn’t be a good time.
A few days later, Priya was scanning the Department’s list of incoming cases-offenders who had been sentenced to a caning and would receive a summons to report for punishment. There, about halfway down the list was an entry for “Susan Gelden-interfering with government operations-18 strokes.”
Priya was happy that criminal justice proceeded much more quickly and efficiently these days than in the past-no more long, drawn out hearings and continuances. Offenders were offered plea deals, given a few hours to accept or reject them, then sentenced. Where corporal punishment was ordered, it was carried out with little delay. Priya was proud to be associated with such a well-oiled system.
She called her boss, Paul Roberts, Director of Inmate Services. They had a very good working relationship.
“Hi, Priya,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Hi, Paul. Listen, did you see the paperwork on Rebecca Goldman from a few days ago.”
“The one you deferred punishment due to a panic attack?”
“That’s her. It was a close call, but I thought she was just over the line where we shouldn’t risk it that day.”
“Priya, you don’t have to justify yourself to me. You’re the doctor and it’s your call. Besides, wasn’t that the day you had that demonstration at the facility where that crazy woman got arrested? She’s Rebecca’s mother, isn’t she?”
“Exactly, Paul. And now I saw she was sentenced to eighteen lashes, just like her daughter.”
“Seems fair. She was making a real scene.”
“Oh, it’s very well deserved, for sure. But I was thinking-we don’t want to have any more trouble with Rebecca when we bring her back. So, why not do the two of them together, Paul? Being with her mother might calm the girl enough that we can complete her punishment without problems.”
There was silence for a moment, then Priya heard a sort of whistle on the line. “That’s a superb idea, Priya! I love it!”
“Can you arrange that?
“Consider it done! Listen, while I have you, the time for your facility’s semi-annual inspection is coming up. What do you say if I and the other honchos show up on the day we do mom and daughter? That might make for an interesting visit, don’t you think?”
“You’re always welcome here, Paul,” Priya said. “How about next Wednesday?”
“That’ll be perfect. We’ll see you then,” Paul replied.
Pamela was large and Beth and Sue were having trouble holding her. There was really nowhere for her to run to, since the door she had come through had closed and locked automatically, but no one wanted the undignified spectacle of guards chasing a naked offender around the room.
George laid the cane down on the table and ran over to assist Beth and Sue. He managed to grab one of Pamela’s arms in his large paws and began pulling her toward the frame. “Oh, God, please!” the girl begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again”.
“You bet your ass you won’t, Drake, but it’s too late for sorry now,” Sue said, angrily. “You’re going to get what you have coming.” She yanked firmly on the other arm and, with all three of them pulling, they manhandled Drake over to the frame, the girl protesting the whole way as her bare toes scraped against the concrete floor.
Reaching their destination, they slammed Pamela’s hips against the padded bar. George held her in place with his considerable bulk while the two female guards knelt and strapped her ankles in place. They wasted no more time getting her positioned, her large ass up in the air, ready for the cane, her cunt on display.
Sue took her place at the table beside Priya and picked up Drake’s folder. “I really should give her extra strokes for that little display.”
Priya, who was already worried about Pamela making it through the eighteen she had been sentenced to, looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Ah, fuck it,” Sue said. “Who has time for the paperwork? I wanted to get out of here a bit early to take my son to hockey practice. She’ll be bawling her eyes out after the first couple anyway.”
Sue’s prediction proved to be quite accurate. The first stroke had Pam wailing, straining mightily against the restraints. By the third, she was howling piteously, begging for mercy. “Oh, God! Please, stop! It hurts so much!” she cried.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Drake,” Beth told her twisting Pam’s hair to force the student to look at her smiling face. “You should have thought of that before you threw eggs at the AG’s car you moron!”
At the halfway point, the screams were so loud, Priya called a break to examine her, mostly to let her own ears stop ringing. She stuck her stethoscope between Pam’s tits and listened to her pounding heart as best she could over the girl’s anguished wails. “She’ll live,” Priya announced, taking her seat.
“No! I can’t take any more, Please, have mercy!” Pamela begged.
“Doc says you’re fine,” Beth told her. “Stop being a baby. Your friend Melrose took it and so can you.”
“Ten!” Sue called and the punishment continued. Despairing of the mercy she was begging for but knew would not be granted, Drake abandoned her pleas and simply howled her way through the remainder, her cries diminishing in volume as she fatigued under the battering assault on her nether cheeks.
Surprisingly, though, once her punishment was complete and her body released from the frame, she was able to walk more or less unaided to the clinic, where it took the assistance of the two male guards to hold her down on the cot so Priya could treat her. Her shrieks as the alcohol seeped into her wounds were pitiful, but Priya had a job to do.
Finally, Pamela was dispatched with Beth to her cell for the night. “Long day, Doc,” Sue said, glancing at her watch.
Priya looked in the direction of Rebecca Goldman who had sat naked in the clinic the whole time watching the treatment of her two fellow students. The poor girl looked like she might pass out at a moment’s notice. “Don’t forget about her before you go.”
“I’ll take care of her on the way out,” Sue said, as she walked over to the girl. “On your feet Goldman,” she ordered. “I’ll take you back to the locker room. You can get dressed and go home. You will be recalled for your punishment in the near future. And I’m warning you, if you don’t show up, I will personally make sure that they drag you back here from the ends of the earth to get a double sentence along with some prison time. You hear me, Goldman?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rebecca replied as she followed Sue out of the clinic.
Priya tidied up and completed her paperwork. That was the worst part of the job-the Department had forms for everything. But she knew that every job had its downsides, which reminded her that she really needed to come to a decision about Dr. Fong’s offer.
She wanted to talk more with Sanjay, but they were meeting friends for dinner and a concert, so tonight wouldn’t be a good time.
***
A few days later, Priya was scanning the Department’s list of incoming cases-offenders who had been sentenced to a caning and would receive a summons to report for punishment. There, about halfway down the list was an entry for “Susan Gelden-interfering with government operations-18 strokes.”
Priya was happy that criminal justice proceeded much more quickly and efficiently these days than in the past-no more long, drawn out hearings and continuances. Offenders were offered plea deals, given a few hours to accept or reject them, then sentenced. Where corporal punishment was ordered, it was carried out with little delay. Priya was proud to be associated with such a well-oiled system.
She called her boss, Paul Roberts, Director of Inmate Services. They had a very good working relationship.
“Hi, Priya,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Hi, Paul. Listen, did you see the paperwork on Rebecca Goldman from a few days ago.”
“The one you deferred punishment due to a panic attack?”
“That’s her. It was a close call, but I thought she was just over the line where we shouldn’t risk it that day.”
“Priya, you don’t have to justify yourself to me. You’re the doctor and it’s your call. Besides, wasn’t that the day you had that demonstration at the facility where that crazy woman got arrested? She’s Rebecca’s mother, isn’t she?”
“Exactly, Paul. And now I saw she was sentenced to eighteen lashes, just like her daughter.”
“Seems fair. She was making a real scene.”
“Oh, it’s very well deserved, for sure. But I was thinking-we don’t want to have any more trouble with Rebecca when we bring her back. So, why not do the two of them together, Paul? Being with her mother might calm the girl enough that we can complete her punishment without problems.”
There was silence for a moment, then Priya heard a sort of whistle on the line. “That’s a superb idea, Priya! I love it!”
“Can you arrange that?
“Consider it done! Listen, while I have you, the time for your facility’s semi-annual inspection is coming up. What do you say if I and the other honchos show up on the day we do mom and daughter? That might make for an interesting visit, don’t you think?”
“You’re always welcome here, Paul,” Priya said. “How about next Wednesday?”
“That’ll be perfect. We’ll see you then,” Paul replied.
windar
Teller of Tales
Sadist? Please, she is a professional doing a difficult job. It's not a sin to enjoy one's work is it?Priya is one of my favourite sadist from this stories. Ideal.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
windar
Teller of Tales
Priya was singing along with the car mp3 player driving into work. She was happy because she had convinced Sanjay to put his work aside for most of the weekend. They had had a romantic dinner on Saturday evening at their favorite Italian restaurant followed up with some very hot sex afterwards, followed up by more hot sex the next morning. Priya had come at least three times. Maybe four, but who’s counting?
On top of that, this would be the week when her old professor, Susan Gelden and her daughter Rebecca Goldman would receive their well-deserved punishment of eighteen lashes each for their foolish protest against the corporal punishment laws. The prospect of that had certainly added to Priya’s arousal over the weekend.
So, Priya was smiling when she walked into the staff room. “How was your weekend, Doc?” Sue asked. Priya thought the Sergeant had winked at her, but she couldn’t be certain.
“Very nice,” she replied, trying to look neutral and probably failing. “And you guys?”
“Okay,” Beth replied.
Sue nodded her agreement. “Here’s the week’s schedule,” she said, handing Priya a printed sheet. Today there were two offenders, one getting a dozen strokes for DWI and one getting eight for possession of a small amount of marijuana. Tuesday there were four for a variety of minor offenses.
And on Wednesday, there it was, two offenders, eighteen strokes each-Rebecca Goldman for malicious vandalism and Susan Gelden for obstructing government operations.
“Wednesday looks interesting,” she said, trying to suppress a smile.
“I’ll say,” Sue chortled. “Like mother, like daughter. And that’s the day the bosses are coming. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with this, Doc, would you have?”
“Who, me?” Priya replied. “It’s all just a lucky coincidence,” she said as the three women roared with laughter and traded high fives.
After things had calmed down, and she had finished her coffee, Priya excused herself. “I had better go and see that things are ready for today’s victims and do some extra tidying up for Wednesday’s inspection.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” Sue replied. “Beth and I have some prep to do as well, don’t we?” Beth nodded as they left to attend to their business.”
Priya had barely sat down at her desk in the clinic to review the supply inventory, when the phone rang. Priya looked at the caller ID and picked the receiver up. “Hello, Paul. What’s up?” she said.
“Hi, Priya. I know it’s a bit last minute, but one of the people on the inspection team is a Professor of Criminology at the State U, Belinda Simmons. With these agitators running around making a big deal about our Corporal Punishment Alternative, it’ll be useful to have an outside academic buying in.”
“That seems wise, Paul.”
“Good, I’m glad you see that. Anyway, she’s asked if she could bring a few of her students along. She’s highly regarded, so they’re the future leaders in the field and it would be great to have them on our side as they go out into the world.”
“I get that, Paul,” Priya replied. “My one concern is crowding, particularly if they want to see the offenders undress and be searched. That changing room is kinda small. How many are we talking? Not a whole class I hope.”
“They want to see every step in the process, I’m sure. Could you handle four or five, plus me, the Prof and a couple of others from HQ?”
Priya thought for a moment. “Yes, Paul, we can do that.”
“Good. I’ll ask the Professor to select a limited number of her top students.” He rang off and Priya got to work reconciling the inventory spreadsheets with the numbers of blood draw syringes, bottles of alcohol, boxes of gloves, etc.
She was in the middle of this routine task when the phone rang. It was Paul again. “OK, Priya, Professor Simmons is going to pick five of her students to come along.”
“Just out of curiosity, are they male or female?”
“I’ll leave that to her, but I assume a mix. Is that a problem? I’ll be there and at least one of the others coming from HQ is male.”
“No problem, Paul, I’m just wondering.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“The Judiciary Committee of the State Assembly wants to come as well.”
“You’re not serious, Paul?” Priya asked. This was turning into a circus.
“We can’t very well say they can’t come. They control our budget.”
“I know that, Paul, but one of the selling points of this program is that the punishment is private, not a public spectacle. Why not hold it at the fifty yard line of the football stadium?”
“It’s winter. The stadium is covered with snow.”
“Well, the basketball arena, then.”
“Look, Priya, normally I’d agree with you, the punishment should be private. But these aren’t ordinary offenders, drunk drivers, shoplifters, pot smokers. These people are challenging our whole CP initiative. They committed their crimes in public, why shouldn’t their punishment be at least somewhat public? Anyway, the Chairman of the Committee has agreed to send only a few of the most senior members from both sides of the aisle. Bipartisan buy-in and all that…”
Priya thought about what Paul had said. These crimes were different, more in your face, more threatening to the social order. She tried to imagine how Susan and Rebecca would feel when they saw such an audience there to witness their suffering. The humiliation would be intense.
But then, they had asked for it hadn’t they? Susan especially. The police had warned her, Priya had heard that with her own ears.
“It will certainly be cozy in that changing room, but we’ll manage,” she said.
“Thanks, Priya. You’re a real trooper. We’ll see you Wednesday. It’ll go okay,”
“Yes, Paul, we’ll make sure of it.” As she hung up the phone, Priya heard the door open. It was Beth and Sue bringing today’s offenders to be examined before their flogging.
On top of that, this would be the week when her old professor, Susan Gelden and her daughter Rebecca Goldman would receive their well-deserved punishment of eighteen lashes each for their foolish protest against the corporal punishment laws. The prospect of that had certainly added to Priya’s arousal over the weekend.
So, Priya was smiling when she walked into the staff room. “How was your weekend, Doc?” Sue asked. Priya thought the Sergeant had winked at her, but she couldn’t be certain.
“Very nice,” she replied, trying to look neutral and probably failing. “And you guys?”
“Okay,” Beth replied.
Sue nodded her agreement. “Here’s the week’s schedule,” she said, handing Priya a printed sheet. Today there were two offenders, one getting a dozen strokes for DWI and one getting eight for possession of a small amount of marijuana. Tuesday there were four for a variety of minor offenses.
And on Wednesday, there it was, two offenders, eighteen strokes each-Rebecca Goldman for malicious vandalism and Susan Gelden for obstructing government operations.
“Wednesday looks interesting,” she said, trying to suppress a smile.
“I’ll say,” Sue chortled. “Like mother, like daughter. And that’s the day the bosses are coming. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with this, Doc, would you have?”
“Who, me?” Priya replied. “It’s all just a lucky coincidence,” she said as the three women roared with laughter and traded high fives.
After things had calmed down, and she had finished her coffee, Priya excused herself. “I had better go and see that things are ready for today’s victims and do some extra tidying up for Wednesday’s inspection.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” Sue replied. “Beth and I have some prep to do as well, don’t we?” Beth nodded as they left to attend to their business.”
Priya had barely sat down at her desk in the clinic to review the supply inventory, when the phone rang. Priya looked at the caller ID and picked the receiver up. “Hello, Paul. What’s up?” she said.
“Hi, Priya. I know it’s a bit last minute, but one of the people on the inspection team is a Professor of Criminology at the State U, Belinda Simmons. With these agitators running around making a big deal about our Corporal Punishment Alternative, it’ll be useful to have an outside academic buying in.”
“That seems wise, Paul.”
“Good, I’m glad you see that. Anyway, she’s asked if she could bring a few of her students along. She’s highly regarded, so they’re the future leaders in the field and it would be great to have them on our side as they go out into the world.”
“I get that, Paul,” Priya replied. “My one concern is crowding, particularly if they want to see the offenders undress and be searched. That changing room is kinda small. How many are we talking? Not a whole class I hope.”
“They want to see every step in the process, I’m sure. Could you handle four or five, plus me, the Prof and a couple of others from HQ?”
Priya thought for a moment. “Yes, Paul, we can do that.”
“Good. I’ll ask the Professor to select a limited number of her top students.” He rang off and Priya got to work reconciling the inventory spreadsheets with the numbers of blood draw syringes, bottles of alcohol, boxes of gloves, etc.
She was in the middle of this routine task when the phone rang. It was Paul again. “OK, Priya, Professor Simmons is going to pick five of her students to come along.”
“Just out of curiosity, are they male or female?”
“I’ll leave that to her, but I assume a mix. Is that a problem? I’ll be there and at least one of the others coming from HQ is male.”
“No problem, Paul, I’m just wondering.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“The Judiciary Committee of the State Assembly wants to come as well.”
“You’re not serious, Paul?” Priya asked. This was turning into a circus.
“We can’t very well say they can’t come. They control our budget.”
“I know that, Paul, but one of the selling points of this program is that the punishment is private, not a public spectacle. Why not hold it at the fifty yard line of the football stadium?”
“It’s winter. The stadium is covered with snow.”
“Well, the basketball arena, then.”
“Look, Priya, normally I’d agree with you, the punishment should be private. But these aren’t ordinary offenders, drunk drivers, shoplifters, pot smokers. These people are challenging our whole CP initiative. They committed their crimes in public, why shouldn’t their punishment be at least somewhat public? Anyway, the Chairman of the Committee has agreed to send only a few of the most senior members from both sides of the aisle. Bipartisan buy-in and all that…”
Priya thought about what Paul had said. These crimes were different, more in your face, more threatening to the social order. She tried to imagine how Susan and Rebecca would feel when they saw such an audience there to witness their suffering. The humiliation would be intense.
But then, they had asked for it hadn’t they? Susan especially. The police had warned her, Priya had heard that with her own ears.
“It will certainly be cozy in that changing room, but we’ll manage,” she said.
“Thanks, Priya. You’re a real trooper. We’ll see you Wednesday. It’ll go okay,”
“Yes, Paul, we’ll make sure of it.” As she hung up the phone, Priya heard the door open. It was Beth and Sue bringing today’s offenders to be examined before their flogging.
Jackie1111
Tribune
"Bipartisan buy-in." Oooh, this is getting sexy.
connoisseurs
Senator
Now, if that would have been Professor Moore I would be afraid of a forcibly takeover of the Institute...
windar
Teller of Tales
I thought about it, but there has to be an occasional story without Barb, doesn't there?
Anything is possibleVery interesting. Maybe Priya will make a mistake in the middle of a show and will be punished too.
connoisseurs
Senator
That is a loaded questions, if there ever was one! It is the same as "Honey, does this jeans make my ass look fat?"
So I won´t answer "It is not the jeans that makes your ass look fat", meaning my answer is "Barb makes every story better."
Of course you are right. This story-series is fantastic even without her!
windar
Teller of Tales
Priya had just finished clearing the table after dinner, when the phone rang. Sanjay was down in his office working on a project, so she picked up.
“Priya? It’s Susan Gelden.”
Priya felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of that voice. She supposed that since Susan had learned her married name, her number wasn’t that hard to find. Still, she hadn’t expected her to call. “Susan,” was all she could manage to croak out.
“Priya, we need to talk. Can we meet somewhere?”
“I don’t think that would be possible, Susan. To meet with someone who is scheduled to be treated in the facility. That wouldn’t be ethical.”
“Priya, please, I’m begging you, for old times’ sake. I don’t have to remind you about everything that happened in Trabbia, do I?”
Priya’s head was spinning. “Where are you?”
“I’m staying at the College Inn.” It was the hotel nearest the Dorsbury College campus, where visiting speakers and parents often stayed. “I’m out on bail until my appointment at your Center. I’m in Room 317.” Priya had visions of her and Susan naked in bed.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I really shouldn’t have any contact with you at all, but, because of our past, I’ll meet you, but in a public place.” Priya thought a bit about where they could meet where they would be unlikely to be recognized. There were a bunch of chain restaurants and bars off the interstate that she doubted anyone she knew would be at. “Do you have a car?”
“Yes, I rented one,” Susan replied.
Priya remembered that Susan had driven Rebecca to the center. She named a place. “In one hour. I’ll be at a table in the back. And I can’t stay long.” She heard Susan confirm the arrangement and hung up.
She stopped down at Sanjay’s office. He was engrossed in his work. “I’m going out to get a few things. I’ll be back in a while,” she announced. He nodded and mumbled something without looking up.
Priya drove to the restaurant. It was fairly empty, the dinner rush mostly over. Susan wasn’t there yet so she took a table at the back. She ordered a glass of the house red. It was mediocre.
She had only taken a couple of sips when she saw Susan scanning the room and heading towards her. Priya hadn’t really noticed in all the excitement when the demonstrators had come to the facility, but Susan was still attractive. Her hair had quite a bit of grey (Susan was not the type to dye it) but she didn’t look that different from when she had been Priya’s professor.
Priya felt a stirring in her loins remembering the experiences she and Susan had had in Trabbia-watching those Trabbian student being caned, becoming lovers, being caned themselves. Still, this was uncomfortable. “I really shouldn’t be here, Susan. I represent the State, you know.”
“I don’t see how you could have taken this job, Priya. Surely there are plenty of positions for doctors where they help people instead of hurting them.”
“There are plenty of jobs for doctors. I worked for years in an ER.”
“So why are you working in a caning center?”
“When I was in Trabbia, I found that the whole thing made sense in a certain way. Break the law, get a quick, sure and painful punishment and get on with your life.”
“But my crime and Rebecca’s are hardly dangerous. We’re protesting something we find appalling.”
“Susan, I don’t make the laws. You both knew what you were doing.”
“Look, Priya, I don’t want anything for me. I’ll take my punishment. I survived in Trabbia and I’ll survive it here. But Rebecca is a very nervous girl. I hope you can find your way to excuse her.”
“Susan I found her temporarily unfit last time and that was a bit of a stretch. Anyone would be scared facing a judicial caning. Yes, she was more scared than most, but if I excused her a second time, I don’t think that would hold up. She’s a healthy young woman and there really is no valid reason she can’t take her punishment.” Priya didn’t add “justly deserved” though she knew it was.
“Thanks for being so helpful,” Susan said, sarcastically.
Priya looked a bit annoyed. “Susan, if I exempted her a second time, the case would go back to the judge. He would either get an opinion from another doctor or send her to prison. They cane inmates there for disciplinary offenses and they wouldn’t exempt her. Believe me, you don’t want that.”
“Then let me take her punishment.”
Priya looked at her. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Susan said. “She’s my baby and I’d do anything to protect her.”
“You’re due eighteen already, Susan. You had twelve in Trabbia, so you can imagine how bad eighteen will be. I’m not sure you can imagine what thirty six would be like.”
“I’m sure it would be just as awful as your co-workers can make it Priya. But, I’d do it for Rebecca.”
“Susan, surely you know that simply isn’t possible. It’s her punishment ordered by the court and no one can take it for her. Not for love or money.”
Priya saw a tear roll down her old professor’s face. “It’s one thing to suffer this in a foreign country, but here at home? It’s..it’s… just unbelievable,” Susan sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Susan. Honestly, I am. But this is how it is. And I strongly advise you not to try to run. That will make it much worse for both of you.”
“I know that. We will show up at the appointed time, as awful as that will be.”
Priya nodded. “Have you told Rebecca about Trabbia?’ Susan shook her head. “You know her better than I do, but it might comfort her to know that her mother went through something similar and came out OK. It’s up to you.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Priya stood and put some money on the table for her wine. “OK, Susan, I really have to go. I will see you on Wednesday. You are strong and I think you can help Rebecca to be strong.”
Priya noticed an odd look in Susan’s eyes. “Priya, you remember what we did in Trabbia.” Priya nodded, and, despite herself, felt the dampness beginning to rise between her legs. “I could use a bit of comfort about now.”
Priya considered this. After all these years, she still had feelings for Susan. But this meeting was bad enough and that would be much, much worse. “I’m sorry, Susan, I can’t,” she said. As she drove home she imagined how it would have gone in Susan’s hotel room. She hoped she could convince Sanjay to come to bed early.
“Priya? It’s Susan Gelden.”
Priya felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of that voice. She supposed that since Susan had learned her married name, her number wasn’t that hard to find. Still, she hadn’t expected her to call. “Susan,” was all she could manage to croak out.
“Priya, we need to talk. Can we meet somewhere?”
“I don’t think that would be possible, Susan. To meet with someone who is scheduled to be treated in the facility. That wouldn’t be ethical.”
“Priya, please, I’m begging you, for old times’ sake. I don’t have to remind you about everything that happened in Trabbia, do I?”
Priya’s head was spinning. “Where are you?”
“I’m staying at the College Inn.” It was the hotel nearest the Dorsbury College campus, where visiting speakers and parents often stayed. “I’m out on bail until my appointment at your Center. I’m in Room 317.” Priya had visions of her and Susan naked in bed.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I really shouldn’t have any contact with you at all, but, because of our past, I’ll meet you, but in a public place.” Priya thought a bit about where they could meet where they would be unlikely to be recognized. There were a bunch of chain restaurants and bars off the interstate that she doubted anyone she knew would be at. “Do you have a car?”
“Yes, I rented one,” Susan replied.
Priya remembered that Susan had driven Rebecca to the center. She named a place. “In one hour. I’ll be at a table in the back. And I can’t stay long.” She heard Susan confirm the arrangement and hung up.
She stopped down at Sanjay’s office. He was engrossed in his work. “I’m going out to get a few things. I’ll be back in a while,” she announced. He nodded and mumbled something without looking up.
Priya drove to the restaurant. It was fairly empty, the dinner rush mostly over. Susan wasn’t there yet so she took a table at the back. She ordered a glass of the house red. It was mediocre.
She had only taken a couple of sips when she saw Susan scanning the room and heading towards her. Priya hadn’t really noticed in all the excitement when the demonstrators had come to the facility, but Susan was still attractive. Her hair had quite a bit of grey (Susan was not the type to dye it) but she didn’t look that different from when she had been Priya’s professor.
Priya felt a stirring in her loins remembering the experiences she and Susan had had in Trabbia-watching those Trabbian student being caned, becoming lovers, being caned themselves. Still, this was uncomfortable. “I really shouldn’t be here, Susan. I represent the State, you know.”
“I don’t see how you could have taken this job, Priya. Surely there are plenty of positions for doctors where they help people instead of hurting them.”
“There are plenty of jobs for doctors. I worked for years in an ER.”
“So why are you working in a caning center?”
“When I was in Trabbia, I found that the whole thing made sense in a certain way. Break the law, get a quick, sure and painful punishment and get on with your life.”
“But my crime and Rebecca’s are hardly dangerous. We’re protesting something we find appalling.”
“Susan, I don’t make the laws. You both knew what you were doing.”
“Look, Priya, I don’t want anything for me. I’ll take my punishment. I survived in Trabbia and I’ll survive it here. But Rebecca is a very nervous girl. I hope you can find your way to excuse her.”
“Susan I found her temporarily unfit last time and that was a bit of a stretch. Anyone would be scared facing a judicial caning. Yes, she was more scared than most, but if I excused her a second time, I don’t think that would hold up. She’s a healthy young woman and there really is no valid reason she can’t take her punishment.” Priya didn’t add “justly deserved” though she knew it was.
“Thanks for being so helpful,” Susan said, sarcastically.
Priya looked a bit annoyed. “Susan, if I exempted her a second time, the case would go back to the judge. He would either get an opinion from another doctor or send her to prison. They cane inmates there for disciplinary offenses and they wouldn’t exempt her. Believe me, you don’t want that.”
“Then let me take her punishment.”
Priya looked at her. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Susan said. “She’s my baby and I’d do anything to protect her.”
“You’re due eighteen already, Susan. You had twelve in Trabbia, so you can imagine how bad eighteen will be. I’m not sure you can imagine what thirty six would be like.”
“I’m sure it would be just as awful as your co-workers can make it Priya. But, I’d do it for Rebecca.”
“Susan, surely you know that simply isn’t possible. It’s her punishment ordered by the court and no one can take it for her. Not for love or money.”
Priya saw a tear roll down her old professor’s face. “It’s one thing to suffer this in a foreign country, but here at home? It’s..it’s… just unbelievable,” Susan sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Susan. Honestly, I am. But this is how it is. And I strongly advise you not to try to run. That will make it much worse for both of you.”
“I know that. We will show up at the appointed time, as awful as that will be.”
Priya nodded. “Have you told Rebecca about Trabbia?’ Susan shook her head. “You know her better than I do, but it might comfort her to know that her mother went through something similar and came out OK. It’s up to you.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Priya stood and put some money on the table for her wine. “OK, Susan, I really have to go. I will see you on Wednesday. You are strong and I think you can help Rebecca to be strong.”
Priya noticed an odd look in Susan’s eyes. “Priya, you remember what we did in Trabbia.” Priya nodded, and, despite herself, felt the dampness beginning to rise between her legs. “I could use a bit of comfort about now.”
Priya considered this. After all these years, she still had feelings for Susan. But this meeting was bad enough and that would be much, much worse. “I’m sorry, Susan, I can’t,” she said. As she drove home she imagined how it would have gone in Susan’s hotel room. She hoped she could convince Sanjay to come to bed early.