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Discipline Centre By Design

... gasped as the first stroke bit into her bottom. That hurt much more than she had expected, but then so did the next stroke and the one after that. Kathy was soon pulling at the wrist cuffs but to no avail, and as each stroke bit into her bottom her eyes were tightly closed and she hissed in and out through clenched teeth, at least when she wasn't gasping or yelping.

As the strokes just continued, Kathy knew that tears were dribbling down her face. Again, she had imagined this happening so many times, but the reality was so different. The pain was just increasing in intensity, and it just kept getting worse and worse. How could she have fantasised about enjoying this kind of punishment? How could anyone want to be punished like this? Yet there were so many websites that she had visited where women were smiling after being caned like this, with their makeup staining their faces. She had felt so aroused when looking at those pictures or watching videos of the caning taking place, fingering herself to huge orgasms there and then, but now she questioned all of that.

Although she had never even tried to count the number of strokes she got, Kathy was conscious that the caning had stopped and felt a huge feeling of relief albeit her bottom was stinging so intensely. Within just a few moments, though, the cane landed again, and she realised that all that happened was that the officers had switched over and so most likely she was really just halfway through her punishment. That ...

... was when she started to cry uncontrollably, because as bad as the pain felt just then, she knew that it would get much worse.

Exactly as she had thought, the pain did get worse. Much worse, in fact, and she continued to cry uncontrollably as the strokes landed one after the other. Of course, she reminded herself that so far as the two young policewomen were concerned, she had earned this punishment, and, as such, it was absolutely right that they made each and every stroke a hard one. She even respected them for doing that to her because, after all, it was only when a punishment was meaningful that it was likely to have an impact on the offender.

The next time the caning stopped, Kathy wasn't sure if it was the end, especially as she felt her bottom being rubbed again, and smacked a couple of times, and then once again her inner thighs were rubbed, and the police officer definitely ran her fingers along her pussy lips. She then heard Officer Tuckwell say, "Oh she's still damp, but not as damp as some of the others."

Officer Chisholm said, "Probably not as damp as her face is right now, either," and they both laughed.

Kathy supposed that she could understand why the two policewomen would joke between themselves because it still put the offender in her place, and of course, she was still under their control as she remained secured to the caning table. She wondered if any offenders did snap back at the policewomen, but then quickly told herself she shouldn't because ...