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Discipline Centre By Design

... otherwise she would be bound to end up with more strokes of the cane. Then, just for a moment, she thought this might be her one and only time at a discipline centre, so maybe she should add further strokes of the cane. However, she bottled, and remained obediently silent, playing over in her mind what had just happened.

She realised that the young policewomen had left her secured to the caning table even after they had finished caning her, just waiting to see whether any further strokes would be earned. All Kathy knew was that the pain was far more intense than she had ever imagined it would be, but then she had survived it and really hoped once she had calmed down that she would see all the benefits of having now experienced her fantasy, such as huge orgasms.

As she lay there, thinking those thoughts, she felt the straps securing her waist and thighs being undone, and then the cuffs securing her ankles and then her wrists, were all released. She heard the instruction after that, "Get up, prisoner Johnson."

Kathy pushed herself up, albeit slowly, but once she was standing, holding onto the table to balance herself, she again realised just how much her bottom stung, and instead of doing up her gown, her hands flew to her stinging bottom cheeks and she rubbed and clutched them, and knew her tears continued to fall down her face.

After a few moments when she assumed the two policewomen were enjoying the sight of her distress, she heard the instruction, "Do your gown ...

... up, prisoner Johnson, and get back to the changing area. We will be sending a message to say that your punishment is complete, so long as there are no flippant comments."

Kathy had given up on the idea of doing anything that might earn her more strokes of the cane, and she knew she had better stay obedient and replied as she had seen so many women responding after they had been caned on those websites, "Yes, Miss, and thank you for caning me." As soon as she said it, she realised that her words couldn't have sounded anything like that because she was still crying, and supposed that both policewomen would be smiling although she couldn't see it because her vision was blurred with the tears that filled her eyes.

Kathy then turned and walked in the direction of the door, still rubbing her bottom with one hand but given her blurred vision holding the other hand out in front of her for when she got to the door. When she did, she managed to open it and walk through and close it behind herself and knew which way to turn to walk back towards the changing area and then walked still rubbing and clutching her bottom cheeks just as she had seen the other offender do before she was punished. Well, if anyone saw her, they would know how they would be looking after they were punished.

Kathy managed to get back to the changing area and the container with her clothes in was already waiting for her on the floor. She took off the gown not caring that she was in the open room and again ...