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Discipline Centre By Design

... uniformed policewoman, directly to the discipline centre. Kathy had to admit that from the moment the handcuffs were put on she was both very tense but also very excited. She hadn't expected to be quite as excited as she was but felt quivers flying around her vulva as she sat in the back of the van, pretty much in a cage because she was looking out through bars at the back of the driver's head and the windscreen.

By the time they arrived at the discipline centre, Kathy knew that her knickers were actually damp with excitement, but also felt an element of humiliation as she was ordered out of the van and her upper arm was clasped firmly by the police officer as she was led into the discipline centre and along to Reception. Once they got to Reception, Kathy felt that the police officer spoke to the receptionist as though she wasn't there, which made her feel just like a piece of useless dirt, but even that turned her on.

The police officer handed a Punishment Form to the receptionist and then took the handcuffs off Kathy's wrists, and walked away still without even acknowledging Kathy's existence.

Once the police officer walked away, the receptionist took over in a particularly authoritative tone of voice. Kathy looked at the female receptionist, also dressed in uniform. She wore a name tag so Kathy knew her name was Officer Forest, and she seemed to her to be in her early twenties and was very much in charge. It brought to Kathy's mind her long held fantasy of being ...

... subject to the authority and even disciplinary control of someone pretty much Officer Forest's age. She was even hoping that the disciplinarian who would punish her would be her age, or even her.

Officer Forest asked Kathy for her name, she replied, "Kathy Johnson." Officer Forest saw the name matched with the name on the Punishment Form and entered the details on her computer, still hardly glancing at Kathy and certainly not speaking to her until she was finished and ordered, "That door over there is the changing room. You must get undressed and put on this gown," and she placed on the reception desk an orange gown which Kathy thought looked just like a prisoner's gown she had seen on so many TV shows and films.

Kathy picked up the gown, nodded, and was about to turn and leave when Officer Forest said in a very stern tone of voice, "You will always address any officer here including me as, 'Miss.' Any time you do not will add six strokes of the cane to your punishment."

As Officer Forest said that, Kathy immediately responded ever so obediently, "Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss." She looked wide open-eyed at Officer Forest and it was then she realised that while she had agreed to be punished, she didn't actually know how many strokes of the cane or other implements she was going to get. Clearly, it wasn't going to be just the six strokes that she imagined she would get all the time she had fantasised about it, and that certainly got her worried, but, once again, excited as ...