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Discipline Centre By Design

... more. After a few more moments she heard the instruction, "Go out that door, turn left, three doors down is Punishment Room Seven. Be there inside thirty seconds or you will get twelve extra strokes."

Kathy immediately replied, "Yes, Miss," and took the threat very seriously.

Kathy walked quickly towards the allocated punishment room because she didn't want to have twelve strokes added, although she did wonder how the disciplinarian would know exactly when she left the changing area to start to count the thirty seconds. However, it did show the fear instilled in people who were sent here, probably rightfully so because they were all lawbreakers.

Even though it wasn't far to walk, another offender was coming towards her, dressed in her gown, but clutching her bottom and still crying as she rushed past, and Kathy supposed that would be her after her punishment. She didn't know why, but the thought of crying like that in front of others sent quivers flying around her vulva once again because she was about to live the fantasy which did of course include ending up in tears and with a bottom that stung madly but so erotically.

As Kathy got to the punishment room, she knocked twice on the door again to show her respect and was instructed to enter. She did so, closing the door behind herself, and then turned to see two uniformed police officers. Both were dressed in uniforms of short-sleeved shirts, open-necked, and light brown skirts. She gasped at the realisation that ...

... these two officers were also clearly in their early twenties. Kathy got excited as well as she looked to her side and saw what was clearly a caning table, with leather cuffs, which she could see would definitely hold her in place no matter the amount of pain she was going to be experiencing.

As soon as she closed the door behind herself, even as she was looking at the two disciplinarians and caning table, she heard the very sternly asked question, "Name?"

Kathy quickly looked directly at the disciplinarian and replied, "Kathy Johnson, Miss."

As she looked, she saw the name tags. The disciplinarian who asked the question with such an authoritative tone of voice was Officer Chisholm and her colleague was Officer Tucker.

Officer Chisholm sneered at Kathy but spoke to Officer Tucker and said, "So another old woman who needs to be disciplined. Just look at those creases on her face, her turkey neck, and we can be pretty sure she's going to have batwings and fleshy breasts, fleshy tummy and fleshy thighs. Of course, she's also going to have a fleshy bottom and she's really going to regret having to come here."

Officer Chisholm then glared at Kathy and ordered, "Go and stand by the table, prisoner Johnson"

As much as she knew the attitude of both officers was intended to unnerve her, Kathy was actually excited about being dominated by two young women, ordered about in the way that she was, made to feel as though she was worthless, and deserving of the punishment. In ...