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The Beast
Governor
Susan should give a statement accusing Pryia of misconduct. She deserves for revenge to see our doctor suffering
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Jon Smithie
Tribune
Very nice chapter. I've been looking forward to it and it did not disappoint. Actually my only disappointment is that I have to wait for Rebecca's turn at the frame. I'm quite eager to read that.
I like Jackie 1111's suggestions about Ashley. Yeah, I think the seed has been planted in young Ashley's mind, and it's only a matter of time before she has a date with the cane, hint, hint. Of course, having encouraged Windar to write another Priya story, I wouldn't mind a bit if he continued ad infinitum, lol.
I like Jackie 1111's suggestions about Ashley. Yeah, I think the seed has been planted in young Ashley's mind, and it's only a matter of time before she has a date with the cane, hint, hint. Of course, having encouraged Windar to write another Priya story, I wouldn't mind a bit if he continued ad infinitum, lol.
windar
Teller of Tales
Windar's Unfinished Story
geolier
Tribune
Great story. I appreciated if breast- and pussy-caning were applied as well.
M
Marrick
Guest
The description of the caning of a mature woman is one of the best I have ever read. I wish I had the talent to write such stories as my fantasy is the judicial caning of my late 50 wife. We do indulge in mild punishment game play but a full judicial caning as in this story would be the dream. Your work is great please keep it coming and are there any other sites that contain judicial caning/punishment stories.
windar
Teller of Tales
Thank you SO much for the kind comments! We should never ignore the charms of the mature woman. Has your wife broken any laws? Does she always obey the speed limit? Always come to a complete stop at a stop sign?
M
Marrick
Guest
My wifes name is also Susan (know as Sue) and we do play spanking games on occasions usually around mistakes at the office perhaps I could upgrade these to theft and a court ordered beating. I have the imagination but no talent for writing.
windar
Teller of Tales
As Priya walked back towards her seat, she passed by two of the legislators, the Chair of the Committee and the Ranking Minority Member, who were engaged in an animated discussion. Interested to see if this was an important policy discussion that might affect their center, she slowed her steps and tried to loiter near enough to overhear their discussion.
“Believe me, Frank, the older ones are usually tougher than the young ones,” the Chair said. “She lasted thirteen before she begged. That’s pretty good, considering how hard George hits.”
“I think the daughter is a radical and she will be more determined than Mom, who only came out here to help her,” the Ranking Member argued.
“How about we make a little bet? Say $50.”
“Make it $100 and you’re on!” said the Ranking Member, extending his hand.
“Deal!”
Priya was pleased that the legislators had put partisan differences aside and taken an interest in the corporal punishment program. She took her seat beside Sue. Though she wasn’t a betting person, Priya was curious herself to see how Rebecca would do.
She suspected that after their conversation in the bar, Susan would have spoken to her daughter about her experiences in Trabbia to help Rebecca prepare for her ordeal. And of course Rebecca had heard the cane striking her mother’s ass and heard the cries and seen the state of her buttocks in the clinic. Now it was her turn.
George signaled that he was sufficiently rested and refreshed from the work of caning Susan, after a donut and water and a short sit down. Sue rose, and she and Beth went into the clinic to fetch Rebecca. “Everyone please take their seats. The second offender will be brought in shortly,” Richard announced. The crowd found their places and sat, quietly expectant.
Rebecca didn’t look at all resigned as her mother had when they brought her through the door. Her face showed a mix of recalcitrance and fear. She stared open mouthed at the caning frame and George beside it holding the rotan, her feet seeming glued to the floor.
Sue and Beth pulled her towards her destination as she shouted, “No! This is a violation of my rights! You can’t!”
“Oh, yes we can, bitch!” Sue yelled, yanking the girl forward.
“That’s telling her!” someone in the audience, whom Priya couldn’t identify, shouted.
When they reached the frame, Sue shoved Rebecca’s hips hard against the padded crossbar. “Owww!” Rebecca cried. George helpfully intervened, using his weight to hold the girl’s naked body against the frame.
“You think that hurts, Goldman? Just you wait,” Sue said, as she knelt to wrap the heavy strap around Rebecca’s left ankle.
Beth, having strapped the offender’s right ankle to the frame, walked around to the front. “Bend over and place your hands on the crossbar,” she ordered. Rebecca just stood there. Sue placed her hands on the girl’s back and pushed with her full weight until the girl was forced to bend over so that Beth could attach her wrists. If the young student needed a full demonstration of State Power and her own powerlessness to resist it, the guards were more than happy to provide it.
“Thanks for you cooperation, Goldman,” Beth said, sarcastically. Priya decided to come over and stand next to Beth, as she had for Susan’s caning, just to see how the daughter’s reactions compared with her mother’s.
Priya watched Rebecca test the wrist straps, but, of course, they held her firmly. The girl’s face was set in an angry mask of defiance. Priya wondered how long that would last.
Sue completed the immobilization by cinching the waist belt, perhaps pulling it extra tight to make a point. She walked to the table, picked up the folder and announced loudly, “Rebecca Goldman, eighteen strokes for malicious vandalism! Stroke one!”
Priya heard the rotan whoosh through the air and the sharp slap as it connected with Rebecca’s ass. She watched the look of shock cross the girl’s face as the initial pain hit and then grew worse as the circulation returned to the target area. She imagined Rebecca was thinking that nothing could possibly hurt this much. But of course it could, and much worse was to come.
Rebecca pulled hard on the wrist straps and Priya could see her legs pulling on the ankle straps, but of course they held firm, for they were designed to hold even the strongest of male offenders and were not even tested by a slight young woman.
“Stroke two!” Sue called, a touch of glee in her voice, perhaps. Priya heard the sharp intake of breath and watched the girl’s fruitless struggles.
The third stroke elicited a moan. “Your mother kept silent through four, Rebecca,” she told her. Rebecca looked at her like she was going to say something, but didn’t, whether because she judged it wouldn’t help or whether she was too out of breath from the searing agony, Priya couldn’t say.
“Stroke four!” Sue called.
“Oh, shit! Fuck! Ohhhh!” the poor offender yelled. She was gripping the bar for dear life and rising up and down on her toes, the only motion her bonds permitted.
“That’s a hot little dance she’s doing!” one of the male students announced. “I bet you’d look hot too up there, Ashley!”
Ashely turned and glared at him. “Alright, that’s enough!” Professor Simmons said.
The fifth stroke brought a piercing scream from Rebecca “Dr. Raman, how is the offender bearing up?” Professor Simmons asked.
Priya bent down so she could look at Rebecca more closely. She could hear the girl panting for breath and see the sweat dripping down her forehead. Her eyes were shut against the pain. “She’s hurting, as she should be, but no cause for concern,” she replied.
“Thank you, Doctor,” the Professor said.
Priya saw Rebecca mouth something that looked like “Fuck you!” but she decided to ignore it.
The sixth, seventh and eighth strokes, each brought more shrieks from the suffering student. Priya was suffering too, in her own way. She wanted very badly to stick her hands down her pants and get herself off, but obviously that wasn’t possible.
Priya could see that Rebecca’s resistance was breaking down under the battering assault on her hindquarters. It’s one thing to be a brave fighter for human rights when you are marching with your fellow warriors, but quite another when you are naked and alone and in agony in front of an uncaring group of spectators.
“Stroke nine!” Sue called.
That was the final straw for the poor girl. “Owwwwwww!” she howled. “Please, stop! I beg you!” she shouted. “It hurts so much!”
“Dammit! Nine? That’s the best you could do without begging, you worthless cunt?” the Ranking Member of the Committee shouted as he stood, reached into his wallet and pulled out a crisp $100 bill and handed it to the Chairman.
“Told you so,” the Chairman said, pocketing the cash.
“Stroke ten!” Sue called.
“Fucckkkk! It’s too much, please doctor, please stop!” Rebecca begged.
Priya looked down at the girl. Though her torso and head were bathed in sweat she was breathing adequately and her eyes were focusing. “You’re very healthy, Rebecca,” she told her. “Only eight more to go.”
Rebecca begged for relief after each of the next three strokes, the volume of her pleas slowly diminishing as her body and mind sunk into an ocean of pain. She took the remaining strokes in more or less silence, wailing softly in between gulps of air, perhaps finally admitting to herself that her pleas had been in vain.
Finally, blessed relief did come in the form of Sue announcing “Punishment complete!” She and Beth unstrapped the well-punished offender and partly walked her, partly dragged her to the clinic.
Richard Morgan stood. “That concludes our punishment session for today. If you give Dr. Raman a few minutes to treat the second offender’s wound, you can stop and talk to both of the offenders in the clinic before they are taken to their cells and get their perspective on their punishments and what they have learned from them.”
“Believe me, Frank, the older ones are usually tougher than the young ones,” the Chair said. “She lasted thirteen before she begged. That’s pretty good, considering how hard George hits.”
“I think the daughter is a radical and she will be more determined than Mom, who only came out here to help her,” the Ranking Member argued.
“How about we make a little bet? Say $50.”
“Make it $100 and you’re on!” said the Ranking Member, extending his hand.
“Deal!”
Priya was pleased that the legislators had put partisan differences aside and taken an interest in the corporal punishment program. She took her seat beside Sue. Though she wasn’t a betting person, Priya was curious herself to see how Rebecca would do.
She suspected that after their conversation in the bar, Susan would have spoken to her daughter about her experiences in Trabbia to help Rebecca prepare for her ordeal. And of course Rebecca had heard the cane striking her mother’s ass and heard the cries and seen the state of her buttocks in the clinic. Now it was her turn.
George signaled that he was sufficiently rested and refreshed from the work of caning Susan, after a donut and water and a short sit down. Sue rose, and she and Beth went into the clinic to fetch Rebecca. “Everyone please take their seats. The second offender will be brought in shortly,” Richard announced. The crowd found their places and sat, quietly expectant.
Rebecca didn’t look at all resigned as her mother had when they brought her through the door. Her face showed a mix of recalcitrance and fear. She stared open mouthed at the caning frame and George beside it holding the rotan, her feet seeming glued to the floor.
Sue and Beth pulled her towards her destination as she shouted, “No! This is a violation of my rights! You can’t!”
“Oh, yes we can, bitch!” Sue yelled, yanking the girl forward.
“That’s telling her!” someone in the audience, whom Priya couldn’t identify, shouted.
When they reached the frame, Sue shoved Rebecca’s hips hard against the padded crossbar. “Owww!” Rebecca cried. George helpfully intervened, using his weight to hold the girl’s naked body against the frame.
“You think that hurts, Goldman? Just you wait,” Sue said, as she knelt to wrap the heavy strap around Rebecca’s left ankle.
Beth, having strapped the offender’s right ankle to the frame, walked around to the front. “Bend over and place your hands on the crossbar,” she ordered. Rebecca just stood there. Sue placed her hands on the girl’s back and pushed with her full weight until the girl was forced to bend over so that Beth could attach her wrists. If the young student needed a full demonstration of State Power and her own powerlessness to resist it, the guards were more than happy to provide it.
“Thanks for you cooperation, Goldman,” Beth said, sarcastically. Priya decided to come over and stand next to Beth, as she had for Susan’s caning, just to see how the daughter’s reactions compared with her mother’s.
Priya watched Rebecca test the wrist straps, but, of course, they held her firmly. The girl’s face was set in an angry mask of defiance. Priya wondered how long that would last.
Sue completed the immobilization by cinching the waist belt, perhaps pulling it extra tight to make a point. She walked to the table, picked up the folder and announced loudly, “Rebecca Goldman, eighteen strokes for malicious vandalism! Stroke one!”
Priya heard the rotan whoosh through the air and the sharp slap as it connected with Rebecca’s ass. She watched the look of shock cross the girl’s face as the initial pain hit and then grew worse as the circulation returned to the target area. She imagined Rebecca was thinking that nothing could possibly hurt this much. But of course it could, and much worse was to come.
Rebecca pulled hard on the wrist straps and Priya could see her legs pulling on the ankle straps, but of course they held firm, for they were designed to hold even the strongest of male offenders and were not even tested by a slight young woman.
“Stroke two!” Sue called, a touch of glee in her voice, perhaps. Priya heard the sharp intake of breath and watched the girl’s fruitless struggles.
The third stroke elicited a moan. “Your mother kept silent through four, Rebecca,” she told her. Rebecca looked at her like she was going to say something, but didn’t, whether because she judged it wouldn’t help or whether she was too out of breath from the searing agony, Priya couldn’t say.
“Stroke four!” Sue called.
“Oh, shit! Fuck! Ohhhh!” the poor offender yelled. She was gripping the bar for dear life and rising up and down on her toes, the only motion her bonds permitted.
“That’s a hot little dance she’s doing!” one of the male students announced. “I bet you’d look hot too up there, Ashley!”
Ashely turned and glared at him. “Alright, that’s enough!” Professor Simmons said.
The fifth stroke brought a piercing scream from Rebecca “Dr. Raman, how is the offender bearing up?” Professor Simmons asked.
Priya bent down so she could look at Rebecca more closely. She could hear the girl panting for breath and see the sweat dripping down her forehead. Her eyes were shut against the pain. “She’s hurting, as she should be, but no cause for concern,” she replied.
“Thank you, Doctor,” the Professor said.
Priya saw Rebecca mouth something that looked like “Fuck you!” but she decided to ignore it.
The sixth, seventh and eighth strokes, each brought more shrieks from the suffering student. Priya was suffering too, in her own way. She wanted very badly to stick her hands down her pants and get herself off, but obviously that wasn’t possible.
Priya could see that Rebecca’s resistance was breaking down under the battering assault on her hindquarters. It’s one thing to be a brave fighter for human rights when you are marching with your fellow warriors, but quite another when you are naked and alone and in agony in front of an uncaring group of spectators.
“Stroke nine!” Sue called.
That was the final straw for the poor girl. “Owwwwwww!” she howled. “Please, stop! I beg you!” she shouted. “It hurts so much!”
“Dammit! Nine? That’s the best you could do without begging, you worthless cunt?” the Ranking Member of the Committee shouted as he stood, reached into his wallet and pulled out a crisp $100 bill and handed it to the Chairman.
“Told you so,” the Chairman said, pocketing the cash.
“Stroke ten!” Sue called.
“Fucckkkk! It’s too much, please doctor, please stop!” Rebecca begged.
Priya looked down at the girl. Though her torso and head were bathed in sweat she was breathing adequately and her eyes were focusing. “You’re very healthy, Rebecca,” she told her. “Only eight more to go.”
Rebecca begged for relief after each of the next three strokes, the volume of her pleas slowly diminishing as her body and mind sunk into an ocean of pain. She took the remaining strokes in more or less silence, wailing softly in between gulps of air, perhaps finally admitting to herself that her pleas had been in vain.
Finally, blessed relief did come in the form of Sue announcing “Punishment complete!” She and Beth unstrapped the well-punished offender and partly walked her, partly dragged her to the clinic.
Richard Morgan stood. “That concludes our punishment session for today. If you give Dr. Raman a few minutes to treat the second offender’s wound, you can stop and talk to both of the offenders in the clinic before they are taken to their cells and get their perspective on their punishments and what they have learned from them.”
The beauty of suffering. I'm not into caning as a rule, but I'm definitely into these canings!
There is power in that image, the victim gripping the bar, or the rope, or the cross, exercising what little power, what little agency they have to alleviate their pain.
The mother suffers stoically, the daughter gives vent to her distress. A mature woman confident in her dignity in the face of adversity.
Has the seed been planted in Ashley? The boys are certainly curious.
Jackie1111
Tribune
Ashley was mortified, for it was as if this classmate had read her mind.
From the moment Susan was brought into the room naked, Ashley has been imagining herself in the same predicament. She has pictured herself bent over and stretched out, suffering the cruel bite of the cane. It is a bite that makes her ass cheeks dance and wiggle before her classmates. And she knows that they love watching her suffer.
geolier
Tribune
...and what about her classmates, especially the males, but the females as well, looking at her breasts and bush? Longing for the cane to be placed there at well? And of course, they enjoy the humiliation of Ashley. Some of the males ever wanted to see her naked, helpless.
windar
Teller of Tales
You mean like a fine brandy?We've already got the main course. Will there be any punishment for dessert and then something instead of coffee at the end of the meal?
Stay tuned, there will be something a bit sweet maybe....
windar
Teller of Tales
The visitors stood in a semi-circle around the two cots where Susan and her daughter lay on their stomachs. This was the first opportunity for a close-up look at the women’s caned buttocks.
“Very impressive!” said one of the male legislators as he leaned over for a closer look. “May I feel those welts? Just out of curiosity.”
Priya wasn’t wild about the idea, but she didn’t want to refuse the people’s elected representative. “Alright, but you must put on gloves, and, gently, please!” she said, handing him a pair of latex examining gloves.
He pulled them on and reached down to feel one of the more prominent welts on Rebecca’s ass. “Owww!” the girl cried as he rubbed the tender raised flesh, perhaps a bit harder than was necessary.
“Those must be very painful,” the legislator said. “May I compare with her mother’s?”
“OK, but you’ll have to change gloves,” Priya told him. “We don’t want to spread germs even between family members.”
He changed gloves and fingered a couple of the welts on Susan’s behind. The professor squirmed, but stayed silent. ‘So, brave, Susan,’ Priya thought.
“Now, Ashley, can I feel your butt?” David, one of her fellow students, asked.
“Shut up, David!” Ashley cried, pinching his arm. A few of the legislators laughed at these youthful hijinks, remembering their own student days many years ago.
“Does anyone have any questions for the offenders?” Richard Morgan asked.
“Perhaps they could describe for us how it felt,” Dr. Karen Lazarus suggested. “Professor Gelden?”
“How it felt?” Susan asked a bit incredulous. “You’re strapped down, naked and on display, totally immobile, and the lashes keep coming, no matter what you do or say. You are desperate to get away, to run, but you can’t.”
“And the pain? Can you describe that? Rebecca?” Dr. Lazarus asked.
“I don’t have words,” Rebecca replied. “Nothing could hurt so much. The first one is agony and it gets worse with each one.”
“So, was your crime worth it?”
“No,” Rebecca replied. “I was wrong to throw eggs at the car.”
“That’s right, young lady,” the Chairman said. “This is a free country. You are welcome to write a letter to the Committee, and we will take it under advisement, but once you commit acts of vandalism, you can expect swift and firm punishment.”
“Susan?” Dr. Lazarus asked. “If you had it to do over, would you have dispersed when the police ordered you to?”
“Yes,” Susan replied. “I had made my point already, I guess. I was foolish.” Priya suspected Susan wasn’t being sincere, but that was probably the right answer to give in front of all these people.
“Yes, class,” Professor Simmons said, “I suspect that neither of these two will re-offend, but I’d be interested to hear your thoughts when you write your reports. Would this punishment be effective on you, do you think?”
“We could try it on Ashley and see,” David said.
When the laughter died down, the Chairman of the Committee coughed. “Speaking of deterrence, Dr. Lazarus, I’d be interested in your thoughts on whether these punishments should be made public, perhaps in an arena? Would that be a more effective deterrent, do you think? After all, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
The psychologist thought for a moment. “Yes, it might. What do you think, Professor Simmons?”
“It’s worth considering,” the Professor replied.
“I’m concerned about a circus atmosphere,” the Ranking Member interjected. “It could give the state a bad name.”
“But think about the revenue from ticket sales,” the Chairman replied. “They could pay for paving some of the roads in your district that you’re always complaining about.
“True,” the Ranking Member nodded. “Let’s discuss it at our next session. Perhaps Dr. Lazarus and Professor Simmons would like to testify.” The two women both nodded eagerly.
“Speaking of which,” the Chairman said, “It’s time we headed back to the capital. I have that fund-raising dinner tonight.”
“Yes, and we should be getting back to campus,” Professor Simmons said. “I want to thank all of you for allowing us to witness this very informative proceeding. I think all of the students have learned a lot.” The students all nodded and murmured their thanks.
As Sue and Beth escorted the legislators and students out, Richard pulled Priya aside. “That went very well. I think that will firm up our legislative support.” Priya had seen the bulges in some of the legislators’ trousers and wondered if her boss was making a subtle pun. “With all these radicals marching around complaining about ‘human rights’ that can’t hurt.”
“No,” Priya said. “It can’t, though the cane certainly does.”
Richard laughed. “Yes, no doubt, it does. Fortunately for you, you haven’t had to experience it yourself.” Priya just smiled.
Soon, the visitors had left and Beth and Sue had escorted Susan and Rebecca to the cells where they would spend the night. “If you guys would like to go, I can stay here until the night guard arrives.”
“Are you sure, Doc?” Sue asked.
“No problem. I have some paperwork to finish.”
“Well, thanks, Doc,” Beth replied. “I got about a week’s worth of laundry waiting for me.”
“You and me both, girlfriend,” Sue said.
Priya gave them both a few minutes. She checked the monitor-the parking lot was empty. The night guard wouldn’t be arriving for over two hours. She put the tube of Dr. Fong’s cream in her pocket and went to check on the offenders. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was desperate for some relief.
“Very impressive!” said one of the male legislators as he leaned over for a closer look. “May I feel those welts? Just out of curiosity.”
Priya wasn’t wild about the idea, but she didn’t want to refuse the people’s elected representative. “Alright, but you must put on gloves, and, gently, please!” she said, handing him a pair of latex examining gloves.
He pulled them on and reached down to feel one of the more prominent welts on Rebecca’s ass. “Owww!” the girl cried as he rubbed the tender raised flesh, perhaps a bit harder than was necessary.
“Those must be very painful,” the legislator said. “May I compare with her mother’s?”
“OK, but you’ll have to change gloves,” Priya told him. “We don’t want to spread germs even between family members.”
He changed gloves and fingered a couple of the welts on Susan’s behind. The professor squirmed, but stayed silent. ‘So, brave, Susan,’ Priya thought.
“Now, Ashley, can I feel your butt?” David, one of her fellow students, asked.
“Shut up, David!” Ashley cried, pinching his arm. A few of the legislators laughed at these youthful hijinks, remembering their own student days many years ago.
“Does anyone have any questions for the offenders?” Richard Morgan asked.
“Perhaps they could describe for us how it felt,” Dr. Karen Lazarus suggested. “Professor Gelden?”
“How it felt?” Susan asked a bit incredulous. “You’re strapped down, naked and on display, totally immobile, and the lashes keep coming, no matter what you do or say. You are desperate to get away, to run, but you can’t.”
“And the pain? Can you describe that? Rebecca?” Dr. Lazarus asked.
“I don’t have words,” Rebecca replied. “Nothing could hurt so much. The first one is agony and it gets worse with each one.”
“So, was your crime worth it?”
“No,” Rebecca replied. “I was wrong to throw eggs at the car.”
“That’s right, young lady,” the Chairman said. “This is a free country. You are welcome to write a letter to the Committee, and we will take it under advisement, but once you commit acts of vandalism, you can expect swift and firm punishment.”
“Susan?” Dr. Lazarus asked. “If you had it to do over, would you have dispersed when the police ordered you to?”
“Yes,” Susan replied. “I had made my point already, I guess. I was foolish.” Priya suspected Susan wasn’t being sincere, but that was probably the right answer to give in front of all these people.
“Yes, class,” Professor Simmons said, “I suspect that neither of these two will re-offend, but I’d be interested to hear your thoughts when you write your reports. Would this punishment be effective on you, do you think?”
“We could try it on Ashley and see,” David said.
When the laughter died down, the Chairman of the Committee coughed. “Speaking of deterrence, Dr. Lazarus, I’d be interested in your thoughts on whether these punishments should be made public, perhaps in an arena? Would that be a more effective deterrent, do you think? After all, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
The psychologist thought for a moment. “Yes, it might. What do you think, Professor Simmons?”
“It’s worth considering,” the Professor replied.
“I’m concerned about a circus atmosphere,” the Ranking Member interjected. “It could give the state a bad name.”
“But think about the revenue from ticket sales,” the Chairman replied. “They could pay for paving some of the roads in your district that you’re always complaining about.
“True,” the Ranking Member nodded. “Let’s discuss it at our next session. Perhaps Dr. Lazarus and Professor Simmons would like to testify.” The two women both nodded eagerly.
“Speaking of which,” the Chairman said, “It’s time we headed back to the capital. I have that fund-raising dinner tonight.”
“Yes, and we should be getting back to campus,” Professor Simmons said. “I want to thank all of you for allowing us to witness this very informative proceeding. I think all of the students have learned a lot.” The students all nodded and murmured their thanks.
As Sue and Beth escorted the legislators and students out, Richard pulled Priya aside. “That went very well. I think that will firm up our legislative support.” Priya had seen the bulges in some of the legislators’ trousers and wondered if her boss was making a subtle pun. “With all these radicals marching around complaining about ‘human rights’ that can’t hurt.”
“No,” Priya said. “It can’t, though the cane certainly does.”
Richard laughed. “Yes, no doubt, it does. Fortunately for you, you haven’t had to experience it yourself.” Priya just smiled.
Soon, the visitors had left and Beth and Sue had escorted Susan and Rebecca to the cells where they would spend the night. “If you guys would like to go, I can stay here until the night guard arrives.”
“Are you sure, Doc?” Sue asked.
“No problem. I have some paperwork to finish.”
“Well, thanks, Doc,” Beth replied. “I got about a week’s worth of laundry waiting for me.”
“You and me both, girlfriend,” Sue said.
Priya gave them both a few minutes. She checked the monitor-the parking lot was empty. The night guard wouldn’t be arriving for over two hours. She put the tube of Dr. Fong’s cream in her pocket and went to check on the offenders. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was desperate for some relief.
windar
Teller of Tales
The cells where the offenders spent the night after their caning were simple but clean rooms with a cot, a toilet and a sink. The purpose was simple-to ensure they would spend the first and most painful night without access to painkillers. The hope was that they would spend that time ruminating on the conduct that had landed them here. The next day, they would be released and could medicate to their heart’s content.
Susan was lying on her cot, face down, her head towards the door. She looked up as Priya entered. “Priya?” she said.
“I came to check on you. Would you mind if I sat down?”
Susan didn’t reply, but she shifted her body on the cot to make room. The movement was clearly painful for her. Priya could see that Susan’s ass was quite swollen and discolored.
“How are you doing, Susan?” Priya asked.
“How do you think? It hurts like hell, throbbing and burning. Have you forgotten?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” Priya said.
Susan shook her head. “I don’t understand how you, of all people, could do this. The others at least have the excuse that they don’t KNOW how much it hurts. But you do.”
Priya took a deep breath before replying. “After we got back from Trabbia, I put the whole thing aside. I finished my degree, went to Med School, did my residency, got married. I worked in the ER at the hospital here for many years. I was busy and really didn’t think much about Trabbia. You left Dorsbury and I was too torn about what had happened to try to get in contact.”
“Then, the corporal punishment laws came in and that brought it all back. How erotic the whole experience was. And, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I find it fascinating to look at all the different bodies, all shapes and sizes and colors. To watch how they react to being made to strip, to being searched and how they take their caning.”
Susan was staring at her. “When I saw Rebecca’s name and figured out who she was, I got a jolt. And then when you showed up and got yourself arrested, I got an even bigger jolt.”
“I can sense that you’re turned on, Priya. I know you well enough from our time together.”
“You were turned on, too, in Trabbia.”
“Yeah, I guess I was,” Susan said.
Priya pulled the tube of cream out of her pocket. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.
“No,” Susan replied.
“You remember the cream they rubbed on our wounds in Trabbia? Fong, the doctor who attended our canings made it.”
“I remember it really made the cuts heal, with no scars, or virtually undetectable, anyway.”
“Well, this is it, though it’s even been improved on since then. I got some on my trip to Trabbia, though it isn’t approved here yet. Would you like me to put some on your ass?”
Susan smiled. “Yes, of course. That’s very kind of you, Priya. Would you put some on Rebecca’s as well?”
“Yes, Susan, as soon as we’re done here.” Priya began pulling her scrubs top over her head.
“What are you doing, Priya?”
“I want to be naked like you are, so we are on an equal footing,” Priya replied as she unhooked her bra and let her tits out. “It feels good, just like how we were in Trabbia,” she continued as she stood and lowered her scrub pants and underwear to her feet, before peeling off her shoes and socks and pulling her pants off and throwing them into the corner of the cell.
“Now let’s get your ass taken care of,” Priya said. She spread a generous bead of the cream on her index finger.
“No gloves?” Susan asked.
“Shh, just lie there and be quiet,” Priya told her. She reached her finger out and touched one of the welts near the top of Susan’s buttocks, stroking gently along the ridged flesh.
“That feels really good!” Susan said. “It’s soothing the burning.”
“Good!” Priya said, continuing down to the next welt. Susan was soon sighing in pleasure as the healing cream worked its way into her tortured skin and Priya’s hand moved ever lower on her former professor’s cheeks.
Soon, Priya’s hand reached the bottom of Susan’s ass, where it joined her thighs. She had treated all of the marks left by the cane, but her hand didn’t stop. It continued between Susan’s thighs. She used her other hand to spread Susan’s legs apart.
“You don’t have to do this, Priya,” Susan told her.
“I know I don’t, but I want to,” she said. “And by how wet you are, I think you want it too.” Susan didn’t reply, except to moan in pleasure as Priya inserted two fingers inside her and reached her thumb up to rub Susan’s clitoris.
“Oh, God, Priya!” Susan moaned. “This is just how I remember it from Trabbia.” Her ass was rising and falling in rhythm with Priya’s fingers. Priya imagined that even after treatment with Dr. Fong’s cream, that was causing Susan some pain, but she seemed not to mind.
“I want you to come, Susan,” Priya breathed.
“Oh, just keep going and I will!” she said. Priya kept going, her thumb circling Susan’s clit more rapidly now.
“I’m so close!” Susan cried. Her legs were straight out behind her, shaking, as she humped Priya’s hand. “Keep going!” she begged.
Priya had ignored Susan’s pleas to stop the caning, but she didn’t ignore this plea. She kept going.
“Oh, fuck! I’m coming!” Susan cried. Priya continued her stimulation as Susan’s body shook and she felt the walls of Susan’s pussy squeezing her fingers as the spasms of ecstasy peaked and then slowly ebbed. Finally, Susan collapsed, her body limp and exhausted as it had been when they had unstrapped her from the caning frame.
Priya stroked Susan’s grey hair, as she came down from her orgasm. Susan turned to look at her. “That was fantastic, just like I remembered from back in Trabbia.”
Priya smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Now I suppose I should return the favor.”
“I wouldn’t say no,” Priya said.
“You promise you’ll put the cream on Rebecca’s ass, too?” Susan asked.
“You have my solemn oath as a doctor,” Priya assured her. She lay down on the cot on her back-something that she, unlike Susan, could do without experiencing agony in her buttocks.
”Get between my legs,” she ordered. Susan got on all fours in between Priya’s legs. Priya could see that the movement was painful to Susan, but she really didn’t care. She had been aroused all day and now It was her turn to be pleasured.
Susan bent her head down into Priya’s crotch and began licking up and down her slit. “I’m very aroused,” Priya said.
“I can tell. You’re really wet.”
“Watching canings does that to me. And that it was you and your daughter, well…”
Susan flicked the tip of her tongue against Priya’s clit. “I’m glad my suffering and Rebecca’s made you hot,” she said. Priya doubted that was true, but she didn’t care. The pressure of Susan’s tongue against her most sensitive spot was all that mattered to her right now. She placed her hand on the back of Susan’s head to make her increase the stimulation.
“That’s it, Susan, that’s the spot. You know what I like,” Priya purred. She felt the tension all the way down to her toes as her excitement mounted. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Visions of Susan and Rebecca’s canings earlier that day mixed with memories of the punishments she had suffered in Trabbia. Soon, the excitement that had been building all day released itself in an overwhelming wave of pleasure that rolled through her body.
It took Priya what seemed like hours to come down from her orgasm as Susan slowly lifted her head from between Priya’s legs and slid her naked body against Priya’s naked body until they lay together holding each other on the cot in that jail cell.
Finally, Priya’s heartbeat returned to normal. “Your caning and Rebecca’s weren’t my fault. I’m just doing my job and following the law, which both of you chose to break. Still, I know you can’t help blaming me. That’s OK. I will remember this and you will too.” Susan said nothing. There really was nothing to say.
Priya got up off the cot. “I’ll see you in the morning for your release.” She picked up her clothes and the tube of cream.
“You will put the cream on Rebecca, right? You promised.”
“Yes, I’m going to do that right now, Susan. And I’ll give you what’s left tomorrow for both of you to use later.” Priya went to the door, flashed her key card in front of the reader and entered her PIN.
“Aren’t you going to put your clothes on?” Susan asked.
“That’s OK,” Priya replied. “I won’t need them.”
Susan was lying on her cot, face down, her head towards the door. She looked up as Priya entered. “Priya?” she said.
“I came to check on you. Would you mind if I sat down?”
Susan didn’t reply, but she shifted her body on the cot to make room. The movement was clearly painful for her. Priya could see that Susan’s ass was quite swollen and discolored.
“How are you doing, Susan?” Priya asked.
“How do you think? It hurts like hell, throbbing and burning. Have you forgotten?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” Priya said.
Susan shook her head. “I don’t understand how you, of all people, could do this. The others at least have the excuse that they don’t KNOW how much it hurts. But you do.”
Priya took a deep breath before replying. “After we got back from Trabbia, I put the whole thing aside. I finished my degree, went to Med School, did my residency, got married. I worked in the ER at the hospital here for many years. I was busy and really didn’t think much about Trabbia. You left Dorsbury and I was too torn about what had happened to try to get in contact.”
“Then, the corporal punishment laws came in and that brought it all back. How erotic the whole experience was. And, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I find it fascinating to look at all the different bodies, all shapes and sizes and colors. To watch how they react to being made to strip, to being searched and how they take their caning.”
Susan was staring at her. “When I saw Rebecca’s name and figured out who she was, I got a jolt. And then when you showed up and got yourself arrested, I got an even bigger jolt.”
“I can sense that you’re turned on, Priya. I know you well enough from our time together.”
“You were turned on, too, in Trabbia.”
“Yeah, I guess I was,” Susan said.
Priya pulled the tube of cream out of her pocket. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.
“No,” Susan replied.
“You remember the cream they rubbed on our wounds in Trabbia? Fong, the doctor who attended our canings made it.”
“I remember it really made the cuts heal, with no scars, or virtually undetectable, anyway.”
“Well, this is it, though it’s even been improved on since then. I got some on my trip to Trabbia, though it isn’t approved here yet. Would you like me to put some on your ass?”
Susan smiled. “Yes, of course. That’s very kind of you, Priya. Would you put some on Rebecca’s as well?”
“Yes, Susan, as soon as we’re done here.” Priya began pulling her scrubs top over her head.
“What are you doing, Priya?”
“I want to be naked like you are, so we are on an equal footing,” Priya replied as she unhooked her bra and let her tits out. “It feels good, just like how we were in Trabbia,” she continued as she stood and lowered her scrub pants and underwear to her feet, before peeling off her shoes and socks and pulling her pants off and throwing them into the corner of the cell.
“Now let’s get your ass taken care of,” Priya said. She spread a generous bead of the cream on her index finger.
“No gloves?” Susan asked.
“Shh, just lie there and be quiet,” Priya told her. She reached her finger out and touched one of the welts near the top of Susan’s buttocks, stroking gently along the ridged flesh.
“That feels really good!” Susan said. “It’s soothing the burning.”
“Good!” Priya said, continuing down to the next welt. Susan was soon sighing in pleasure as the healing cream worked its way into her tortured skin and Priya’s hand moved ever lower on her former professor’s cheeks.
Soon, Priya’s hand reached the bottom of Susan’s ass, where it joined her thighs. She had treated all of the marks left by the cane, but her hand didn’t stop. It continued between Susan’s thighs. She used her other hand to spread Susan’s legs apart.
“You don’t have to do this, Priya,” Susan told her.
“I know I don’t, but I want to,” she said. “And by how wet you are, I think you want it too.” Susan didn’t reply, except to moan in pleasure as Priya inserted two fingers inside her and reached her thumb up to rub Susan’s clitoris.
“Oh, God, Priya!” Susan moaned. “This is just how I remember it from Trabbia.” Her ass was rising and falling in rhythm with Priya’s fingers. Priya imagined that even after treatment with Dr. Fong’s cream, that was causing Susan some pain, but she seemed not to mind.
“I want you to come, Susan,” Priya breathed.
“Oh, just keep going and I will!” she said. Priya kept going, her thumb circling Susan’s clit more rapidly now.
“I’m so close!” Susan cried. Her legs were straight out behind her, shaking, as she humped Priya’s hand. “Keep going!” she begged.
Priya had ignored Susan’s pleas to stop the caning, but she didn’t ignore this plea. She kept going.
“Oh, fuck! I’m coming!” Susan cried. Priya continued her stimulation as Susan’s body shook and she felt the walls of Susan’s pussy squeezing her fingers as the spasms of ecstasy peaked and then slowly ebbed. Finally, Susan collapsed, her body limp and exhausted as it had been when they had unstrapped her from the caning frame.
Priya stroked Susan’s grey hair, as she came down from her orgasm. Susan turned to look at her. “That was fantastic, just like I remembered from back in Trabbia.”
Priya smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Now I suppose I should return the favor.”
“I wouldn’t say no,” Priya said.
“You promise you’ll put the cream on Rebecca’s ass, too?” Susan asked.
“You have my solemn oath as a doctor,” Priya assured her. She lay down on the cot on her back-something that she, unlike Susan, could do without experiencing agony in her buttocks.
”Get between my legs,” she ordered. Susan got on all fours in between Priya’s legs. Priya could see that the movement was painful to Susan, but she really didn’t care. She had been aroused all day and now It was her turn to be pleasured.
Susan bent her head down into Priya’s crotch and began licking up and down her slit. “I’m very aroused,” Priya said.
“I can tell. You’re really wet.”
“Watching canings does that to me. And that it was you and your daughter, well…”
Susan flicked the tip of her tongue against Priya’s clit. “I’m glad my suffering and Rebecca’s made you hot,” she said. Priya doubted that was true, but she didn’t care. The pressure of Susan’s tongue against her most sensitive spot was all that mattered to her right now. She placed her hand on the back of Susan’s head to make her increase the stimulation.
“That’s it, Susan, that’s the spot. You know what I like,” Priya purred. She felt the tension all the way down to her toes as her excitement mounted. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Visions of Susan and Rebecca’s canings earlier that day mixed with memories of the punishments she had suffered in Trabbia. Soon, the excitement that had been building all day released itself in an overwhelming wave of pleasure that rolled through her body.
It took Priya what seemed like hours to come down from her orgasm as Susan slowly lifted her head from between Priya’s legs and slid her naked body against Priya’s naked body until they lay together holding each other on the cot in that jail cell.
Finally, Priya’s heartbeat returned to normal. “Your caning and Rebecca’s weren’t my fault. I’m just doing my job and following the law, which both of you chose to break. Still, I know you can’t help blaming me. That’s OK. I will remember this and you will too.” Susan said nothing. There really was nothing to say.
Priya got up off the cot. “I’ll see you in the morning for your release.” She picked up her clothes and the tube of cream.
“You will put the cream on Rebecca, right? You promised.”
“Yes, I’m going to do that right now, Susan. And I’ll give you what’s left tomorrow for both of you to use later.” Priya went to the door, flashed her key card in front of the reader and entered her PIN.
“Aren’t you going to put your clothes on?” Susan asked.
“That’s OK,” Priya replied. “I won’t need them.”
Jackie1111
Tribune
Need to get me some of that magic healing cream.
windar
Teller of Tales
I'll be over shortly to rub some on...
