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Certificate of Correction  Pt 5--Jane's Turn

On Monday I didn't waste any time. I contacted Harriet
Reeves, a law school classmate of mine. And a friend.
I had heard from someone that she had actually moved
to St John's and set up a practice there. We had
almost had a thing going once, but I was young and
carefree and I guess I wasn't ready for the type of
commitment she wanted. Chalk it up to bad timing. So
she had become engaged to Frank, another law student.
I hadn't seen or spoken to her in years, but she was
glad to hear from me.

"Rollin, wow, what brings you to these parts? Getting
tired of all that Ohio Valley winter weather? Come on
down!" Hearing Harriet's voice brought back sweet
memories and made me wonder what the hell I had been
thinking to let her get away? A real sweetheart. Too
bad she had to go and marry Frank.

"God, Harriet, you sound great. Island life must be
treating you well."

We caught up with each other for awhile. I was
surprised to hear that Frank was out of the picture.
"Frank was never here. I came down here after the
divorce. This place isn't cosmopolitan enough for
Frank." We caught up some more before I got around to
telling him what the problem was. 

"Whew! That's not a good situation. I'll see what your
niece's friend was charged with exactly, but I must
tell you that they come down on drug use very hard
here. Stuff that would get you a slap on the wrist in
the states will get you some serious time here. I'll
call you back."

Well I didn't know if drugs would get you just a slap
on the wrist around here--it might get you lots of
slaps somewhere else, though. I dug into office work
as I waited for Harry to call back. Jane was her usual
chipper self this morning, but I began to notice, as
my drafts came back, a lot of errors. I began to get
annoyed. Then she switched letters, putting one to the
client in the envelope addressed to my opposing
counsel and vice versa. What the hell....?

"Jane, can you come in here?"

"Right away boss." Jane strolled in notebook in hand.
I noted the sexy librarian look--hair in a bun, white
blouse, dark tight, and very short, skirt. She looked
flustered.

"Jane what is this? Your work today has been sloppy as
hell and we almost had a disaster with this switched
letter." Jane stood there twisting her hands like a
schoolgirl in the principal's office.
"I'm sorry boss, I just can't concentrate today."

"Well, you'd better start," I sad gruffly. "We can't
have a screwup like you almost made. I could be sued
for malpractice! Pay attention to what you're doing."
I was sorry to have to bark at her like that, but I
was peeved. She hastily retreated and I noted the sexy
wiggle of her rear--set into motion by those 3" heels
no doubt.

Then Harriet called back. "It's not good," she
reported. "Your niece's friend, one Susan Pemberton
was arrested for possession with intent to distribute.
The penalty can be up to 3 years in jail."

"How can this be? Erin told me they only had an ounce
of pot each."

"Yeah, well, that's the rub. When your niece and her
friend left, they left their stuff with Susan, so when
she was nabbed the total stash was presumed to be
hers. Anything over one ounce, they presume you're
going to sell some, so they charged her with a
distribution rap."

"You mean to tell me that if all three of these girls
had been caught at the same time that the charge would
be possession only?"

"Yep. And the sentence doesn't involve jail
time---although it's not very pleasant. See, St John's
has a CP law like a few of the states. For some minor
crimes the penalty is a flogging, then release."

"A flogging? How do they do it?"

"When St Johns put this law in place they decided to
make the whipping an old world punishment. So they
went back to the English tradition. Men get what is
called "upper discipline" which is a lashing at a
whipping post with a cat-o-nine-tails delivered on the
back. Women get "lower discipline" which is a birching
like the kind used oh--I don't know, way back when--in
the days of Moll Flanders or something. I know they
had something like this on some British isles until
the 50's. They use a bunch of switches bound together
and the strokes are applied to the
..er...bottom...which is quite bare at the time."

Yeouch! A bundle of switches. "How many do they get?
Strokes I mean."

"For drug possession like this, 2 or 3 dozen. There is
some discretion on the part of the court. I've been
told it is very painful and the weals take time to
heal. But they did make one change. The implements
that are used are lighter by design so that there is
less trauma to the skin. You may have heard that the
old Isle Of Man birch was a pretty fearsome scourge,
and I've heard it was. So they rejected that and opted
for a lighter thinner birch, but proportionately
increased the number of strokes so that the pain of
the punishment was pretty intense. And it lasts
longer. I've one client who was birched. She said that
the sting was really intense, burning. But she was ok
afterwards. This woman Susan, how old is she?"

I told Harriet she was 21. That was why the girls had
gone with her. It was her boyfriend who had the place
down there--or his family did.  He told me that made
her an adult. The penalty was 3 years in jail.
Also, I thought about this. If the three of them had
been equally responsible they would have been charged
with simple possession. They would have been flogged,
but they could have walked, with no jail time. For a
young woman in her last year of college, the thought
of spending three years in jail must be pretty
devastating. I suddenly had an idea that came from
some old movie I'd seen on cable.

"Harriet, has Susan gone to trial yet?"

"Er, no, it comes up soon though."

"What if Susan's two friends, Erin and Allison were to
come back to St Johns, admit responsibility, and
testify that 2/3 of the pot was theirs?"

Harriet thought a minute. "They'd all be guilty of
possession of less than an ounce....I see where you
are going, it might work. If that's the case they
could plead out. But do they know what they are
getting into? If the prosecutor accepts the plea, he
will no doubt invoke the CP law. They would all have
to take floggings for the possession charges. Will
they do that for their friend?"

"They might, but would they be subject to punishment
as adults? These girls are 18."

"That puts them in a different category. Juveniles are
treated more leniently."

That sounded better. "Like how much more leiniently?"

"Under 21, the strokes are given with the correctional
strap and it's privately done in a special room at the
prison. Only the wardess actually giving the
strapping, the warden, the prisoner's attorney and a
medical officer and guards are allowed to be present.
I had a couple of juvenile clients who got it, so I
know. I had to learn the procedure."

"What? Well what happens to adults?"

"Oh. That's outside in the prison courtyard. Every con
with a window gets to see it. As do all the prison
personnel and any dignitary who cares to show up.
There is a scaffold with a whipping post in the middle
of the yard. It's like Tyburn, Lord Jeffries, the
bloody assizes.... only without the gallows."

"Sounds intimidating."

"Yes, let me tell you," Harriet replied, "we've got
some real law and order types that really believe in
this corporal punishment treatment. They justify it by
pointing to the fact that there is no permanent
damage, the criminal gets punished and they don't have
to keep building jails."

So Susan would get birched in the yard and the two
girls would receive the strap. Erin wanted to help
Susan. I wondered though in light of their experience
the past weekend, if friendship went that far. In a
figurative sense, Erin might have to take that walk
out to the barn for a date with the harness strap
after all. I asked Harriet to talk to Susan in jail.
She had no representation. Harriet could also sound
out the prosecutor about a possible deal. I would talk
to the girls who were due to go back to UVA tommorrow.

Then it was back to work. The next glitch that day was
a motion I had to file. Jane put the wrong court in
the caption. Luckily I caught it, and told her
pointedly to fix it. I felt bad about growling at her,
but the sloppiness was driving me nuts. I was
surprised when at the end of the day Jane knocked on
my door.

"Can I talk to you boss?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah come in. I won't bite your head off."

"I don't know what's wrong with me today," she
started, " I can't seem to concentrate. I'm really
sorry."

"It's ok," I said, "everybody has days. You're
forgiven. But just be more on the ball, ok? Stuff like
you did today can be embarassing at best and
disasterous at worst." 

She drew herself up and took a deep breath. "Then I
think you need to give me something to help me
remember to stay focused." 

"I don't have any magic pills, Jane."

"I know, but there is something you need to do," she
said mysteriously, and, seeming to have made up her
mind about something, walked resolutely out. I heard
her lock the outer door. Then I heard some clattering
as Jane fumbled for something in her desk drawer. When
she returned she was holding an 18" ruler.

Holding out the ruler she took a deep breath. "If you
want your secretary to stop making stupid errors,
you're going to have to correct her bad habits. I
suggest you use this." He took the ruler from her hand
and she turned and bent over, hands on knees,
thrusting out a delectable bottom that strained
against the confines of the tight skirt.

I looked at the cute posterior and smacked the ruler
in my hand while I asked, "This is going to help you
focus on the job?"

"Yes, Boss. I promise. This lady needs a good spanking
to make her mind and pay attention."

"Well, I do want to keep you...and I don't want a
repeat of today...so I guess I'll have to give you
what you need."

"Oh, yes, boss--please...and don't hold back."

"Ok, Jane, but remember you asked for this," I said as
I got up and walked around the desk, hefting the
ruler. It was really too light to be a serious
punishment tool. She wasn't going to feel this
much--especially over the skirt, thin as it was. But
then, it was what she wanted. A little drama. The
little minx had engineered this. I should have seen it
coming. The way she flirted with me after overhearing
the call to Linnea, her "volunteering" to witness the
punishment of the girls--and showing up with that
paddle, the way she had watched the girls getting
it...oh yeah..I had noticed the hard nipples straining
the front of her blouse, and finally the repeated
"mistakes" she had made today, they all convinced me
that this was a setup. There was this need deep
inside. And once she had seen me deal with the girls,
she must have decided to pick me as her designated
disciplinarian. Not that I minded, but I was a bit
ticked about the way she gone about it. So I was going
to give her her money's worth.

I got to her side and with my left arm encircled her
waist. She gave what I would describe as a delicious
shudder as I tapped the ruler against the drum taut
posterior straining against her skirt.
Then, Smack! Smack! Crack! I started whipping the
ruler down on the crowns of the proffered buttocks
with firm steady strokes.
"OOh...ohh...ahhh..." Jane squeaked as the ruler
splatted against her hiney.
The way Jane wiggled I knew the ruler stung through
the thin skirt, which was rayon or something. I could
see the panty line of French cut panties in her tight,
bent over position. After about 20 cracks of the ruler
I decided to switch gears and get serious. Jane rose
thinking we were done.

"Yeow, boss. That really stung!" she said rubbing her
rear cheeks through the thin material.

"Oh, really? Well march yourself over to that corner
and face it while I go get something." I commanded. 

Jane's jaw dropped in reaction to the order. "Boss?
What..?"

"Just get your little nose right in that corner!"

Jane gulped, flustered, but she moved. I went into the
outer office and retrieved her chair. It swivelled and
had no arms. Dragging it into my office, I spun it
around in the center of the room and sat down. Miss
Jane was about to find out what a hot stinging
spanking was all about.

"Jane, get over here." Jane reluctantly approached,
hands on her hiney, still rubbing.

I guided her around to my right side and rolled up my
sleeves. Her eyes got big as she watched. Then I
looked up. "Jane, you wanted a spanking, now you're
gonna get one. The thing is, spankings are 99% more
effective when given on the bare bottom as you
observed Saturday night. Now lift up your skirt."

"But boss, I..."

"Lift your skirt now or my belt is coming off!"

Jane gulped and tugged the tight skirt up. She had to
shimmy a bit to get it up over her hips. When she did,
I was presented with a very nice view of a black
garter belt holding up her stockings along with French
cut black silk panties. She had obviously dressed for
the occasion. I guided her over my lap until she was
jacknifed over my right knee, bottom pointed at the
ceiling, hands on the floor to my left, legs straight
out to my right. Her lovely pert posterior was a
classic teardrop shape, swelling globes that spilled
out of the edges of the skimpy panties. Bands of pink
caused by the ruler laddered the exposed flesh.

Jane gave a little wriggle as I rested my hand on her
left cheek cupping it.
"Ok, Jane, lift up a bit." She groaned with
embarassment but lifted her hips. I tugged down the
little panties until they fluttered at her ankles.
Clamping my arm over her back and pulling her closer I
said, "Jane, I am now going to give you something that
will help your concentration immensely. Remember this
when you are sitting at your desk tommorrow." 
Jane managed to choke a quavering, "yes, boss."

Then I started to spank. The smacks were deliberate
and firm. I alternated sides. Smack! left cheek.
Smack! right cheek. The bottomcheeks giggled. Jane
made little yipping noises as the spanks rained down.
I stepped up the pace a bit, peppering her nude fanny
with smacks that echoed off the walls. She wriggled.
She drummed her feet on the floor. "Ow, boss...
Smack!...yeow...Smack!...ooh that one hurt...Smack!
crack!...please, it stings...really! Smack! Spank!
Whap! I gave her a long rapid-fire barrage of crisp
hard spanks that bounced off her well reddened buns.
"Owwwweeeee!" She yelled arching her back and lifting
her feet off the floor. Then I slowed down. Smack! "Do
you think this will help Jane?" Smack! "Will you
really try to avoid thoughtless mistakes?" Smack!
"Ow...ow...ow! Yes boss. Please stop now?"

"Ten more good hard ones Jane to really drive the
point home," I said rubbing the beet-red globes.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Just as I raised my hand again, I
heard a key in the lock and the door was pushed open.
There stood a middle-aged Hispanic lady in a bluish
smock with a large wastebasket on a trolley. The
cleaning lady! Shit!

Jane, however, maintained her composure. She lifted
her head, and said very straightforwardly, "We are
having a private conference, now. Could you please
come back later?"
The cleaning lady, her eyes bulging out of their
sockets, nodded dumbly, crossed herself and backed out
of the room, closing the door. We heard the clattering
of her cart as it receded down the hall.

"Where were we?" I said. Unbelieveable.
"That was three," said Jane. She was looking back at
me tearfully. "You were going to give me ten."
"I think under the circumstances, we are finished,
Jane."
There was silence for a moment, then Jane said in a
small voice, "I think you should finish boss...finish
what you said."
Better give the lady what she needs, I thought, and I
laid on 7 more hard stingers that had Jane gasping and
writhing over my lap. 

Jane moaned softly as I rubbed her flaming hiney. I
could see glistening in the furry patch between her
legs. She responded to my caress by humping her hips
up and down. My fingers found her warm wetness and she
moaned louder, "Oh, yes, bossss....please."
I slipped one finger in---then two. With my encircling
arm I reached around and found her clit. Massaging her
clitty with one hand and finger-fucking her with the
other, it wasn't long before she shuddered in a
violent wracking orgasm.

I let her slip to the floor on her knees. She moaned
softly massaging her inflamed rear and rested her head
in my lap. Then she brought her hands up, lifted her
head and deftly reached for my zipper. She pulled my
zipper down and reached in to grasp my penis which by
this time was as hard as a rock and threatening to
burst from the confines of my pants. She pulled it,
and it popped out, pointing straight up. Jane regarded
it for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked
wistfully into my eyes. "Shall I go ahead boss? I
think you need this after giving me such a throrough
spanking---and what you you did after." I nodded and
she lowered her head to the turgid shaft. A shock wave
of pure pleasure passed through me as I felt her lips
engage the head. Then it slipped between those lips
and slid into her warm wet mouth. She sucked in long
slow pulls at first, dragging her lips the length of
my shaft before letting it nearly pop out of her sweet
mouth before doing it again. Then she sort of bobbed
up and down and swirled her tongue around. She sucked
harder after awhile and the bobbing motion became
faster. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as
my accomplished fellatrix worked her lips and tongue
on my cock. I gripped her shoulders as I started to
cum. I thought I would rise up out of the chair, I
came so hard. Jane kept her head down and gulped the
gism that filled her mouth.

When it was over I slumped back in the chair. Jane
rocked back on her heels for a moment, then in a very
businesslike way, rose, adjusted her clothing, and
stood before me. "Boss, I..." she started, but I
interrupted her. "It's ok, Jane---look neither one of
us knew..."

"But Boss, I did. I knew from Saturday night. I wanted
you to treat me like your niece and her friend--I was
so turned on by you spanking them...I wanted to see
for myself," she said haltingly, eyes downcast. The
admission shamed her.

"It's ok Jane," I reassured her but at the same time I
thought, what does this mean now? "Jane, I have to ask
you--do you still want to work for me?"

"Oh, yes! I do. And I'll really do my best, not like
today. But boss?" she said questioningly. "Yes?" I
lifted my eyebrows. "If I really do screw up...you
can...what I mean is...I want you to punish me. Will
you?"
"After tonight, I don't see any other way, " I smiled.
"And Jane,..."

 "Yes, Boss?"

"Bring that paddle of yours to work with you
tommorrow, ok?"

Life was getting interesting.



 


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