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Subject: {ASSM} Certificate of Correction Pt 2( F/F, M/F spank, whip, cons, nc)
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Here is part 2 of a saga of our immediate future
(sure).
Certificate of Correction Pt 2
I came away from the experience of attending a
correctional session at the Juvenile Center with mixed
emotions. On the one hand it had been both horrific
and fascinating. On the other, decidedly arousing. I
had watched 6 juvenile offenders spanked on their
naked buttocks while laid across a bench. I had seen
the matrons, the lady corrections officers, smack each
pair of bottom cheeks, so lewdly offered up, between
100 and 200 times. I had witnessed the shameful
paddling and caning of those same teenagers on their
reddened posteriors as they were held strapped in over
the dreaded "Box" which elevated and exposed their
naked rear ends for punishment.
In the post session interview with my client, Jennifer
Scott, I came to understand first hand how horrible
and humiliating it was. Jennifer had stood there, too
sore to sit down and had sobbed that she would never
go through this ordeal again. It was painful beyond
anything she had ever experienced, she had said. And
the humiliation of being practically stripped naked
for it, in front of witnesses, was so mortifying she
did not know if she could face the world again. I
tried to tell her that a lot of kids her age had gone
through this program and that her friends would be
sympathetic, but all she said she wanted to do was
crawl in a hole and die.
Karen too was sympathetic, after all Jennifer was one
of her cases now. There was an automatic probationary
period even though the slate would be wiped clean 90
days hence. Karen presented her with the signed
Certificate of Correction which meant that she had
gone through with the program. She or her parents
would send that to the Court. In 90 days if there were
no repeat offenses, her record was expunged. If there
was a probation violation, Karen would take care of
determining a recomendation to the Court about
disposition.
So it was a tearful and repentant Jennifer who walked
out of the Center that afternoon in the company of her
parents. The best I could tell them was that Jennifer
hadn't suffered any more than any of the other kids,
that there was no damage to her skin, and that the
staff followed proper procedure.I added, though, that
she was one well spanked little girl, and that she
should be allowed now to put this incident behind her.
I met Karen that night at Luigi's, a favorite Italian
restaurant of ours. She wanted to talk about what we
had seen.
"Well, what did you think?" she said, sipping some
pinot gris. She was dressed in a short sleeveless
summer dress that showed off her wonderous breasts and
athletic legs. It exposed a generous amount of
cleavage and came only to mid thigh. When we had met
outside I remembered praying for a strong wind. I was
still in quite a state.
"It was the most lurid spectacle I've ever seen, if
you really want to know, but I guess its better than
jail or time in Juvie Hall."
"Yeah, both of those could be worse, and, there is
corporal punishment in both of those places as well.
This way they get the whole thing over with in one
shot."
"Well, there's something to be said for that," I
acknowleged, "but, wow, it really looked painful. That
Ms Carson was all business, and she doled out pretty
hard licks, especially with that cane or whatever it
was."
"It's a hollow rod made of some synthetic. It's
supposed to mimic rattan or something. The real thing
you have to soak in water to keep it springy. That
stuff stays whippy, but you have to know how to use
it."
"Do you?" I inquired.
"No", but I am supposed to know how to use the
'Sandal'". This was an oval shaped piece of leather
covered in a thin rubber on the "business" side. It
appeared to be a milder form of punishment, rather
like a spanking with mom's beach sandal.
"YOU? Use one of those things to spank someone?"
"Yes. It's part of the job. We have the authority to
spank--not more than 100 smacks at a time--for things
like probation violations. This short-cuts getting the
Court involved with trivial stuff. Sometimes there are
all kinds of conditions of probation, like not
skipping school. If the kids mess up, I can take him
or her down the hall to room 211 and dish out a good
old fashioned spanking."
"You're kidding! Have you spanked anybody?"
"No, not yet. But there is a little miss I have to see
Monday who has been caught trying to buy cigarettes.
She was busted at an underage party with a lot of
drinking going on and just put on probation. I'm
thinking it might be appropriate for her. Changing the
subject...Rollin let me ask you something. Did you
...er get turned on at all watching?"
"I cannot lie. You bet I did. I mean it wasn't just
the almost nude state of these teenage girls. It was
the whole situation...the power or the exercise of
that power....the crying, the wriggling, the helpless
postures, you know, bare buns in up the air, getting
smacked, the whole thing. It kinda bothered me with
Jennifer...I mean, she's my client, but I got to say,
seeing her bare tail get a whipping was sexy as hell."
"I have to admit, I felt the same," grinned Karen
sheepishly. " But I was imagining myself in their
place. I did used to get spankings, but it has been
awhile."
"Really? When did you get your last spanking?"
"Oh I was 14 and it was at camp. It all started when a
bunch of us girls tried to sneak over to the boys camp
across the lake. We were going to meet the boys in the
woods but the counselors caught us. They were pretty
upset, they could have lost their jobs and all. They
said that they wouldn't report us if we took
punishment from them and we all said ok. Our cabin
counselors Sue and Janey and their assistant Carrie
were college girls. Sue and Janey were seniors and
Carrie was a freshman. The next day at noon rest time
they took us girls out to the nature cabin. There were
8 of us in on it. They pulled out some chairs and put
them in kind of a circle. One at a time we had to pull
our pants down, bend over a lap, and take 25 whacks
with the flat of the hand. They took turns at dishing
out the spankings. I don't remember it hurting so
much, it was just humiliating to be spanked like a
little kid, bare butt on display and all. And that
wasn't the end of it. From then on when any of us
acted up, it was out to the nature cabin for an
over-the-knee session with Sue or Janey. I got it
several times that summer."
"Tell me all about it! Inquiring minds want to know!"
"Some other time, Rollin...now be serious-- you're
getting me sidetracked. And here I am, I'm trying to
give you an overview."
Karen contiued: "Other than that, mom spanked me when
I was younger, but it was usually over quickly. That
camp spankings though, we had time to think about it.
The weird thing was that it was kind of exciting. I
always had butterflies so bad, but seeing my friends
getting it bare made me feel funny, you know? And it
felt all warm afterward...my butt I mean. Our
counselors were kind of semi-serious about it, like it
was a joke. You know, they would smile and say stuff
like, 'ooh, Karen and Cathy didn't make their beds in
time, looks like a spanking', and everyone would troop
out to the nature cabin or sometimes this clearing in
the woods to see justice meted out. But it was just a
game, you know?"
I didn't know. But what the hell, the image of a
younger Karen with her little camp shorts pulled down
and being spanked on the bare fanny over the knee of
some buxom sorority sister beauty was giving me a
woody.
"What about you Rollin. I bet you got spanked all the
time. You can be so.....exasperating. C'mon, you can
tell me."
"Ok, ok. I was a handful. Until I was about 10, mom
did the honors. When she was at her wits end, Mom
would haul me into the bathroom. She'd say it was time
for a real "pantsdowner", that's what she called it.
She'd yank my pants down, take a seat on the commode,
and pull me over her knee. Then she would spank. Hard
and fast. No set number. What I remember is how loud
all that smacking was in that bathroom. I'd howl, all
right. I'd wiggle and yell but she would smack away
til it felt like my ass was on fire. She would sting
my little backside until she figured I was real sorry
for whatever it was I'd done. Then she would give me a
hug and a kiss and that was it."
"How did you feel about it?"
"It was just part of being a kid. I could be a holy
terror at times, I know."
"You still can," said Karen grinning mischievously,
"but see, thats what's interesting, when it was over
it was over, you were fully paid up and life went on.
That's why I'm thinking this system isn't so bad."
"So are you going to paddle little whats-her-name on
Monday?
"Antonia, her name is Antonia DuBois. She's a rich kid
and a snotty one to boot. And yeah, I might just have
to spank little Antonia. I'd say based on her
attitude, she could use a good spanking. But I need
more data," said Karen with a kind of faraway look.
Then a look of determination crossed her face, as if
she had made up her mind about something. "Rollin,
lets go home to my place. I need your help with
something."
"We just got drinks," I protested.
"We'll eat later. First we have to do something."
Stranger and stranger, I thought, but ok, I'm game.
Karen rose and once again her beauty almost knocked me
over. That is not much of a dress to put so much girl
into, I thought. We drove back to her place. When we
got there she asked me if I wanted another drink. I
said I was ok but she said something about liquid
courage and made herself a double. Then she sat down
next to me on the couch.
"Rollin, we've been close for a long time and I have
to say I have, well, certain feelings for you, so I
hope what I'm about to ask doesn't spoil things. I
don't think it will, knowing you, but I have to say
that."
"Karen, I feel the same way, and I doubt that there is
anything you would ask me to do that would change
that. I have felt so much affection for you for so
long. I just want us to be closer."
With that Karen looked at me for a moment then leaned
forward and planted a kiss right on my mouth, her
tongue working its way in to find mine. Her arms went
around me and she hugged me fiercely. I took her in my
arms. It seemed as if a wall of passion that had been
restrained for so long was about to burst. Finally we
broke.
"Whew!" I said. "What was that for?"
"Partial payment in advance", she said coyly.
"In advance of what you little minx? What I want to do
right now is ravish you royally!"
"Ummm...so masterful too. This is good." Then she got
serious again. Women are so mercurial. It drives me
crazy.
"Rollin,...here it is," she began, "I...I...need to
know what it feels like. If I'm going to give one, I
have to know what it is like."
"Huh? What what is like? What are you talking about?"
"Spankings, Rollin, spankings....with the sandal. My
job, I might have to do it."
She sat up and squaring her shoulders, said with a
look of determination,
"Rollin I want you to spank me. I want you to give it
to me just like at the Correctional Center. With one
of those spankers, the Sandal. I have to know what
they feel, what they go through."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Karen,
she of the beautiful ass who had just taken our
simmering friendship to the next level with that
passionate kiss, who had treated me to this lurid
spectacle, who had regaled me with recollections of
her delightful adolescent paddywhackings, wanted me to
spank her! Like it was some big favor??
The 'ol computer figured this one out pretty quick.
"Uh...well, I guess so." I said, feigning reluctance.
"Then you'll do it!" She breathed in relief.
"Yes, but don't be too grateful yet," I warned.
"Ummm...yes, " she said, biting her lower lip. Then
she straightened again.
"I need this, Rollin, and I need it to be authentic.
Don't hold back, ok?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to get ready. I brought one of the Sandals
home. The best way is for you to sit in the middle of
the sofa. When I'm over your lap it will be the way we
have it in room 211. We just have a wide padded bench,
not one of those special spanking benches. I'll be
right back."
She walked into the next room and returned with a
"sandal". This was an oval shaped piece of leather
with a rubberized backing held between two pieces of
wood that were clamped together to form a handle.
Karen handed me the bat.
"We can give, at most, 100 licks with this. That is
what you should give me. Here...". And she handed me
the wicked little paddle.
She looked for all the world like a contrite
schoolgirl handing daddy the paddle that he would
spank her with.
She turned around and asked me if I would "please help
the lady out of her dress". She explained that it was
underwear only in the punishment room and she wanted
to be treated "like one of the kids."
"Just like the teenagers? Are you sure?" I asked.
She did not flinch.
"Everything. Just like you saw Jennifer get tanned by
Doreen."
"Ok," I said, unzipping her dress, "Take this dress
off and your shoes."
She slipped the flimsy dress over her head, which left
her in bra and panties. Her nicely endowed breasts
strained against the bra and her luscious ass was
barely contained by the tiny panties. I had seen her
in a bathing suit before but nothing could compare
with this. She had a narrow waist and a firm fully
fleshed posterior that jutted out impudently.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked taking the spanker
in hand, flexing it, testing the weight.
She looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, Rollin, I am.
Take me across your knee and give it to me good. 100
smacks, well laid on, as they say."
"Then get yourself across my lap, young lady" I said,
taking a seat on the couch.
She prostrated herself across my lap, resting her
pelvis directly over my groin, arching those
magnificent buttocks up. I took the paddle in hand and
rested it on her rear.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Rollin?" she said
with a grin as she turned her upper body slightly. "My
panties, they need to come down." And she lifted her
bottom up so I could slide her panties down to her
knees. I took the waistband of her panties and tugged
them down revealing her glorious nude hind cheeks. She
turned forward and rested her face on her hands. I was
ready to begin.
I took the Sandal raised my arm and brought it down
with a loud SMACK! squarely in the middle of of
Karen's nude fanny. The cheeks wobbled deliciously and
a patch of red arose where I had struck.
"Oooh..." breathed Karen.
SMACK! again I whipped down the leather paddle
smacking her left cheek.
"Owwww...." yipped Karen.
Taking a firm grip I started to spank in a slow but
steady rhythym, one side....smack!.... then the other,
smack!.... sometimes....smack!... right across the
middle. Karen gripped the cushions of the sofa and
gave little yelps with each few smacks.
"Are you counting?" I said. "You wanted 100,
remember?"
"Oooh..yes Rollin, I think you've given me 8 or 9.
I'll count. Please continue my spanking, kind sir."
"Ok, here goes...."
And I started up once again, determined to make it
meaningful. I smacked the sandal down against her
nether cheeks at the rate of about one smack every two
seconds. I figured this was a good way to let her feel
each spank distinctly. Her behind started to redden
and the succulent bottomcheeks bobbed and jiggled.
After a while Karen was wriggling her luscious body
all over my lap. I just knew she had to be able to
feel my hardening penis. All the while she
breathlessly maintained the count. SMACK! "37" SMACK!
"38" SMACK! "Oooh...39" SMACK! "oww...40". I was
mesmerized watching the lascivious jiggle of her bare
buns with each hearty smack of the Sandal. As I neared
70 her movements became more animated and the yelps
which accompanied the count became more vocal. Karen
began to flutter her feet and hump her body up and
down. It almost seemed as if she were deliberately
raising her sit spot to meet the descending crack! of
the paddle. She wanted a bare fanny tanning and she
was getting it. Having watched the correctional
officers I had a pretty good idea of how hard to spank
and I laid the spanks on very firmly. As we neared
100, a climax of sorts seemed to be building. Her
cries now more frantic, the noisy smacks seeming
louder, the bucking and wriggling of her nude bottom,
all of this culminated in the last few smacks of the
wicked Sandal. SMACK! "yeowww...97" SMACK!
"Ohh...Rollin...98" SMACK! "99" and...SMAAAACK!!!
"ow..ow..ow...Rollin you beast!...100".
I stopped. She lay for a moment across my lap
seemingly drained and making little noises like
"Ah...ah...ah...". Then she jumped up. Her hands flew
to her red seat and she rubbed as she bent halfway
over sticking out her behind lewdly. Her mouth was
open and her eyes were wide as saucers.
"My God!! That really stung! Oh wow!"
She did a little dance, hopping from one foot to the
other. It was as sexy a thing as I had ever seen.
Finally she slowed down. She didn't even pull up her
panties, she just stretched out her arms and fell into
mine. Gripping my head with one hand she pulled my
lips to hers and proceeded to kiss me passionately. I
ran my hands all over her body. She winced when I
first touched her bottom. The cheeks were hot to the
touch and I slowly rubbed and kneaded them, hoping to
assuage some of the sting. My hand eventually found
the bush between her legs. As I suspected, she was
wet. She gave alittle moan as I ran my fingers along
the slippery folds of her labia. She moaned louder as
my fingers found the little button of her clitoris and
I massaged it gently. She broke off the kiss and stood
back. Her fingers reached behind her as she undid the
clasp of her bra. Shucking the bra, she freed her
glorious tits. Her hands went to the waistband of my
pants and she yanked them down. Falling to her knees
she reached into my undershorts and pulled out my
engorged member. My prick disappeared between her lips
as she took me into her mouth, slowly drawing her lips
across the glans and swirling her tongue around the
head.
I couldn't stand much more of this! I pulled her head
back and stood her up, then I took off the rest of my
clothes. We walked hand in hand to her bedroom where
at long last she got her royal ravishing. I took her
in every way I could think of. She was wet and
yielding but her tight tunnel gripped my member as I
slid in and out of her building that delicious
friction to shattering crescendo. I especially liked
taking her from behind as she knelt on all fours, my
tummy now spanking her wobbly globes as my hard rod
disappeared between the red-suffused cheeks, over and
over again. Then she rode me, astride my legs as I
grabbed her breasts pinching the nipples. I held out
as long as I could but finally gave up and came,
pumping furiously. She said later that she came more
than once. We collapsed in a heap on the bed.
Later we dressed and puttered around in her kitchen.
We were both famished. She fixed some pasta and a
salad and we sat down to eat.
"When you were spanking me, toward the end, my rear
was so hot and burning that I thought I couldn't stand
it. Each smack was like a splash of fire on my hind
end that just got hotter and hotter."
"Isn't that the idea?" I said.
"I think so. It was really a sharp shock. But you know
what? It made me feel sexy. Maybe 'cause it was you
and I knew what was coming next. And when you stopped
and I got to rub my bottom, soon it felt all
pleasantly hot and tingly."
"Well, then I guess your experiment is a success.
Little miss Antonia might not be sitting comfortably
for a while after Monday, I'm thinking."
"Uh...Rollin, the experiment isn't over yet."
Whatever did she mean by that?
Next ---- Pt 3
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