Fraudulent Punishment

The new corporal punishment legislation has provided a method of income for Lauren, but at what
cost?
As she handed over the ID document she'd been given and the summons document along with the
Warrant for Corporal Punishment, Laurens pulse quickened. This was the fourth time she had been
standing in the reception of one of the newly formed Punishment Centre inside 12 months. The ID was
checked against the name on the summons and the warrant and then casually handed back to her, the
officer behind the desk, barely taking a second glance after all -- who would be stupid enough to want
to con their way into a punishment centre for a judicial caning? Well, she would. Her pulse slowed to
not total panic level and she took a deep breath.
The Corporal Punishment (Summary Justice) Regulations (2019) was a piece of legislation that she had
become extremely familiar with having studied it at length. This allowed, as the name suggests, for
corporal punishment to be ordered by the courts and in some cases, even be offered as an alternative to
full prosecution. Then followed an amendment to the Road Traffic act that made anyone caught
speeding up to the age of 26 the subject of a Corporal Punishment Order. This was in response to
statistics and to discourage speeding by young drivers. There is no option of a fine and no option for
any other penalty, unless the person is medically exempt, but the involved a week in solitary
confinement in a prison, so most people felt healthy enough to take the basic 12 strokes of the cane.
Lauren had been caught speeding herself in the first week of the new and revised legislation. In a
moment of distraction she had passed the police car doing 35 in a 30 and had soon found herself
strapped naked over a punishment bench taking 12 strokes of the cane in a room of other young adults
facing the same fates. It had hurt a lot. But it also thrilled her. She found herself more sexually aroused
by being caned than she had ever been. It surprised and shamed her in equal measure.
While her fellow students at university did bar work around their studies to make money, she had found
that people were willing to pay to have her impersonate them and get their caning on their behalf. It
was brilliant. She got paid very well for taking a caning and got to enjoy it for weeks afterwards.
So, as she stood in front of the officer behind the desk who was patiently tapping away on her
keyboard, she began to calm her breathing and think about what was about to happen to her bum at the
hands of the state with a feeling of trepidation and portion of excitement. The girl who should be in her
place was someone she vaguely knew from uni -- a girl in her senior year of her degree. She had been
introduced by her friend and agreed the fee that would see A complete the repayments on her student
loan and perhaps have enough money for that new dress she'd seen in preparation for the ball at the end
of next month.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the officer said something that almost stopped her heart and
sent a spike of ice right into her tummy. "Rebecca Cooke, having pleaded guilty administratively to a
speeding charge of level 2 and being of prescribed age, you have been sentenced to receive a level 2
corporal punishment. You will be collected by an officer in a few minutes. Please take a seat". Lauren
nodded to the officer, dazed and sat down. Her mind raced, how could she have been so stupid. She's
assumed that the girl, Rebecca, had been caught marginally above the speed limit. She hadn't thought to
ask. Her friend had introduced them.
The punishments were graded. For up to 15% above the speed limit, a person would get 12 strokes.
This was level 1. A level 2 offence was for 'greater than 15%' and the penalty for that is graduated. So,
she had no idea what she was to expect. Her breathing sped up, she began to feel faint. She needed to
calm down quick. She hadn't read the warrant -- she had just assumed...
She thought about going back to ask the officer, but that would surely give away that she was not
Rebecca. She rapidly thought through her options which were pretty much non, unless she wanted to go
to prison for fraud.
She forced herself to calm down. How bad could it be. The whole point of this system is to be a
deterrent for speeding -- it's hardly the crime of the century. The caning hurt like hell at the time, but
each time she had been caned it had aroused her and she was wet when she got dressed again
afterwards. She had enjoyed her stripes for a couple of weeks and it was sore to sit in lectures but that
wasn't the end of the world.
She wasn't sure if she'd been conned or whether it was a genuine misunderstanding on the part of
Rebecca. She was wondering how she could increase her fee now that she was here, when she heard
Rebecca's name being called. Well -- is too late now she thought -- here we go.
A male officer was stood at the door out of reception into the changing room. She needed to remember
that she wasn't supposed to know what was what, Rebecca having never been punished before, so she
fixed what she hoped was a scared look on her face and walked towards him.
Once through the door, it locked behind her. There was a desk in the room with a senior female officer
sitting behind it. She looked Lauren over as she walked across the room to stand in front of the desk as
directed by the male officer.
"Are you Rebecca Cooke of 22 Bibly Road?" the senior officer asked?
"yes" lied Lauren.
"You are here to face a level 2 corporal punishment. There is some paperwork to be done and then I
will give you a briefing which I am sure will address some of your questions."
Lauren was handed a medical declaration form and signed Rebecca's name that she had no medical
conditions that would prevent her taking corporal punishment.
As the officer looked over the form, Lauren felt a familiar excitement begin and began to anticipate the
bondage and the punishment that was to come.
"Ok. All that seems in order. So, you are now going to need to strip. From this point forward you will
be naked until your release from the centre upon completion of the punishment."
This came as a surprise to Lauren as the last times she had done this, she had been required to remove
her clothes much later in the punishment room itself. That said, this is the first time she had been at this
particular centre. She hesitated a bit, the first moment of dread arriving sooner than anticipated, but
began to remove her clothes.
She took off her dress and placed it in the bag the junior officer held out for her. She removed her bra
and her breasts fell free, the mixture of cool air and her building arousal causing her nipples to be erect.
If either officer noticed, neither commented.
She took a deep breath and pushed her thong down her thighs and stepped out. She stood there naked,
in front of these two officers and there was an awkward moment before anyone spoke.
"Place your hands in front of you and hold them out so my colleague can handcuff you."
Lauren did as she was told and the male officer stepped over. He was close. He was young and
attractive but had a very stern face. He had big strong arms and as Lauren was imagining what could be
about to happen, the cuffs were all locked around her wrists. That sound was sure to arouse her like no
other.
She had known she'd been interested in handcuffs and more important being handcuffed, but had never
had the opportunity to explore that with the boys she slept with at uni. Since her own speeding offence
though and being handcuffed before going over the Punishment Frame, she could not hear that click
click noise without a corresponding electric shock feeling through her pussy. She was standing naked
and handcuffed in front of this officer and her excitement was building, and the fear of the unknown
punishment was receding.
The man stepped away, leaving her standing alone, naked and handcuffed in front of the desk.
The female officer spoke again.
"Miss Cooke, you have administratively pleaded guilty to traveling at 64 in a 50 zone which makes you
eligible to a level 2 punishment and that is towards the upper limit of summary corporal punishment.
One mile per hour faster and you would be going to the labour prison for a month!"
Lauren's stomach lurched. The top end! The officer was waiting for her to speak. "err. Yes miss" was all
she could think to say. Lauren felt the rise of panic again as the woman went on.
"The level of punishment you are going to receive can not be conducted here and you are to be
transferred to the labour prison where they have more advanced facilities."
She could see the look of panic cross the face of the prisoner in front of her.
"Don't worry, you'll be returned here at the end if today and released. You're not spending the night.
There's a bit more unpleasantness to get out of the way though unfortunately. As you're going into the
prison system today rather than this public Punishment Centre, there is a search to conduct. My
colleague will do this now, follow his instructions implicitly or you will get hurt".
"Ok" said Lauren, her voice shaking even with that little word.
He stepped over to her and ruffled his hand through her hair, looked in her mouth, lifted each breast
individually to check there was nothing underneath.
Then came the order that should have been obvious. "spread your legs, lean forward, put your elbows
on the desk with your wrists level with the mark."
Lauren took a deep breath and did as she was told. She felt horribly exposed. Her medium breasts were
hanging down with her nipples pointed towards the desk. She heard him squeeze a bottle which must
have been lubricant and she found her handcuffs gripped by the female officer to hold her over the
desk. She felt the cold gel on her pussy and then finger slip inside. She could tell she was soaking wet
and hoped beyond hope that he wouldn't realise. It was clear to her, that his gel was certainly not
required. She could feel her face burn in shame. His finger took her breath away and she blushed even
deeper. He moved around inside her for a moment and then removed his finger.
He put some more gel on his finger and she felt the cool liquid in her arse crack. She bucked but was
held in place by the female officer and her cuffs. "Relax. It will be easier" said the man. She felt him
inside her and her shame built. What on earth was she doing here??
Before she could think about that, she found herself standing again.
"Place your hands on your head" the woman said. "As I said, you are at the very top of the range that
we deal with. You are going to be taken to the Labour Prison today where you will receive 18 strokes to
your vagina delivered by the automatic corporal punishment machine."
Lauren thought she was going to vomit. The male guard had to grab her as she wobbled on the spot and
began to cry.
The woman continued "you are now going to be prepared for transportation to the prison. You are
going to be chained and you will then wait in the holding cell as there are three of you going today for
enhanced punishment."
The male guard stepped forward with a length of chain with cuffs dangling from it. "Keep your hands
on your head" he ordered. He reached around her and pulled the chain around Lauren's stomach and
pulled tight. She gasped as it knocked the air out of her. He locked it in the small of her back so that the
chain dug into her flesh and made her modest belly fat bulge below the chain between her belly button
and the top of her pubic hair. She had no time to appreciate her new adornment as he moved around to
the front and reached between her legs pulling a length of chain into her crotch and up to the belly
chain. She gasped as the chain pulled into her pussy and her lips settled around it. It was all she could
do to stop a moan escaping from between her lips. He locked the length of chain to the front of her
belly chain and locked her handcuffs to it so her hands were locked in front of her.
He knelt down in front of her and snapped cuffs around her ankles hobbling her on a chain about 2 ft
wide that is connected to her crotch.
"Right Cooke. You're going to the holding cell to wait for your colleagues." The man gripped her on the
arm and led her out of the other door. He put her into a standard prison cell and sat her on the bench,
locking the door behind him.
She was alone in her cell and began to cry again. She thought she was heading for 12 cane strokes that
had almost been as much of a turn on as a punishment and instead her pussy was going to whipped. Did
the woman say a machine?? As she sat in the cell alone, she had tears running down her face that she
couldn't wipe because of her restraints. She sat there with a mix of emotions; fear & shame but also a
fair bit of sexual excitement.
She could feel the chains digging in to her belly and crotch and she tested her bonds. She pushed her
tummy out and found that not only did it make the belly chain feel tighter, it also pulled on her clit. The
feeling of her hands being restrained and not able to move was exciting but frustrating in that she
couldn't reach her crotch. So close and yet so far. She kept breathing deeply to keep up the pressure on
the chains and positioned herself on the bench so that the chain in her crotch could be knocked against
the edge of the bench.
She continued and her breathing was getting deeper which meant with every movement her bonds
squeezed her tighter. Her breathing was beginning to become rapid and the arousal was building in her
crotch. She could feel the inevitable orgasm on the way just as she heard footsteps and the rattle of
chains in the corridor outside.
She managed to get herself under control, frustrated, flustered and embarrassed just as the cell door
opened and another girl was pushed in. The male guard looked at Lauren suspiciously but only said that
they weren't to speak and if they did, there would be extra punishment.
The other girl was sat on the bench opposite. She was a chubby red head of about 20 and was restrained
in the same manner as Lauren but in addition had a cruel looking metal bra type device attached to her
breasts which was clearly far too tight to be comfortable and Lauren wondered if that was the
punishment in itself. The girl was clearly in pain and seemed to be trying to keep her breathing shallow.
She was red in the face and the chain digging into her cubby belly wasn't visible because her flesh had
bulged around it.
Lauren took stock of herself. She was right on the edge of orgasm, she could feel a sheen of sweat on
her forehead and the tears on her cheeks. She was itching to get over the edge into orgasm but couldn't
bring that level of shame to do it in front of a stranger.
They looked at each other and appraised each other in silence. In comparison to her new cell mate,
Lauren was slimmer but not skinny. The red head had classic pale skin with freckles where the sun
usually got but not over her tummy and thighs. She had blue eyes and orange hair with a matching
landing strip peeking out from behind her crotch chain.
"I'm Charlotte" the girl whispered. "I'm scared."
Lauren was nervous about breaking the rules but at the same time wanted to connect with this girl. "I'm
Rebecca" she lied again. "why are you here?"
"I was speeding and I crashed. My breasts hurt so bad" she pulled against her cuffs towards her chest
but couldn't get there.
"What is that?" Lauren asked.
"It's squeezing by boobs so tight. I am getting my boobs whipped as my punishment but they already
hurt so much. They said this helps to sensitize them." She hung her head slightly and then looked up
"What about you?"
Just as Lauren was about to reply, the cell door opened and the male guard was standing there. "I told
you two no taking". He stepped into the cell. "stand-up and face me" he ordered.
He took a tool off his belt that looked like a small nightstick. He pushed the end into Lauren's belly just
below the chain, almost gently and looked at her. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eye for a few
moments. As soon as she did, he activated the shock knocking Lauren to the ground. All the air had
been knocked out of her and she gasped for breath. It felt like she had been kicked in the stomach and
the pain radiated across her abdomen. She was vaguely aware of similar happening to Charlotte but
could only focus on her own pain and catching her breath.
Lauren wasn't aware of how much time had passed before a third girl arrived in the cell. She didn't
have her breasts restrained like Charlotte but had a wide metal collar fixed around her neck. She was a
brunette with a flat muscular tummy that her chain was sitting on top of rather than digging in and was
skinny and tanned. She was athletic and had tan lines where she was clearly used to a bikini. She
glanced at the girls on the floor, but sat down and started fixedly at the opposite wall.
They waited like that for what felt like could have been several hours but was in fact about 15 minutes
before the cell door opened again.
"On your feet, all of you" barked the male guard. "The van is here to take you for your punishment."
Lauren tried to get to her feet but found that her hands cuffed to her belly chain made that task much
more difficult than normal. She felt her tummy muscles push tight against the restraint chain as she
tried to sit up. Eventually she worked out that she had to roll over and kneel up by which time the other
prisoners were already standing with the guard at the door. She felt a new wave of embarrassment wash
over her having had so much trouble mastering the ability to stand while chained.
The guard stepped into the cell and behind Lauren "Come on then ladies. Out the cell and turn left,
head down the corridor and stop at the gate". Each girl shuffled forward and out of the cell at the extent
of their leg chains and their passage was accompanied by the rattle of the chains. As Lauren started to
move in line behind the other two the guard squeezed her left breast and held her, whispering in her ear
"You'd best remember the rules at the prison, they will punish you for looking the wrong way. Enjoy
bitch". Lauren fought to hold back her tears and ignore the dull ache in her breast as she followed her
colleagues out into the corridor.
The thin girl was at the front with Charlotte second in line. Lauren could see how the metal bra device
was digging into her back and could only imagine the pressure that the poor girl's breasts were under
and the pain she must be in. She could see how the crotch chain disappeared down the girls crack and
the skin pushed out around the chain. Lauren imagined what her arse must look like and she pushed her
tummy against the chain again which pulled the crotch chain up closer to cliterous and she felt that
thrill again. The chain was tightly up between her lips and every step she took was a delicious rubbing
sensation that, in any other circumstance would have been highly erotic.
The thin girl reached the barred gate and the girls all came to a stop. A new guard, a tall female with a
stern look on her face waited on the other side and took a look at her new charges. "Any trouble with
this lot Rob?" she asked the guard behind Lauren.
"Nothing a little shock or two hasn't resolved"
The new guard slipped a key in the lock and opened the gate. She reached for a clip board "Name?" she
said to the thin girl.
The thin girl with the collar looked down at the ground and replied "Janine Jennings Ma'am". The
guard looked down at her board and made a tick mark. She reached out and grabbed the girl's handcuffs
and pulled her through the gate. "Stand on the red spot on the floor Jennings".
"Next. Name?"
"Err. Charlotte " the guard reached forward and hit the breast device eliciting a scream from Charlotte.
"You address me as 'Miss or Ma'am. Try again."
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt my boobs miss. My name is Charlotte Trow"
The guard marked her clipboard and nodded Charlotte through the gate. "That makes you Rebecca
Cooke then?" the guard glanced at Lauren and pinned her through the gate by her elbow.
She slammed the gate shut and opened the other door revealing a garage where a can was parked.
"Come on ladies. We don't have all day"
As they all stepped into the garage, a man got out of the van and openly looked the girls up and down
before opening the call doors of the van.
Inside the van was separated into single solid cells with only enough room to stand. Janine was pushed
up the step first and put into the end cell. When the door was closed there was a small horizontal space
at the top where her face could be seen.
Charlotte was into the next cell, and then Lauren was gripped by the elbows and half pushed half lifted
up the step and into the back of the van and into the cell.
When the door closed behind her, it was immediately obvious to her that this was absolutely not going
to be a comfortable journey.
The female guard spoke "Right ladies, you well find a handle at waist height, I would suggest you hold
onto it tightly. We will be about 20 minutes or so. I'm going to be sat here in the back with you and I
don't expect any trouble."
The floor of the cell was ridged which made it a little uncomfortable to stand on in bare feet. There was
indeed a handle that resembled a very small bike handlebars that Lauren was able to grip while her
hands were cuffed.
She could feel her back pressed up against the wall of the cell and there wasn't much space between
each shoulder and the side walls. She wondered how the bigger Charlotte was getting on in her cell
especially with her metal torture bra device.
The back door of the van slammed shut without warning making her jump. The van moved on it's
suspension as the man could be heard climbing into the drivers seat and the engine rumbled to a start.
When the engine started Lauren could hear a fan start somewhere under the floor and warm air began
to blow up into the cell. The van lurched forward pushing her back into the rear wall and they were on
their way.
The ridges in the floor were such that Lauren had to keep moving her feet to relive the pressure on her
soles but it was bearable, perhaps akin to stepping on gravel in bare feet.
As time went on, the warm air kept pumping into the cell and it was beginning to get uncomfortably
warm and Lauren could feel a sheen of sweat begin to form on her skin.
"Please miss" Lauren heard Charlotte call "Can you please turn the heating down?"
"No" came the single word, rather unhelpful response.
Lauren reflected that the guard's response was typical of the system. A petty discomfort, but it was
really making the journey that more unpleasant than it already was.
Her hands were beginning to ache from holding onto the handle to keep from being thrown around as
the van made it's way through the traffic.
Her feet were still constantly moving on the ridged floor in a hopeless attempt to find relief.
There was now beads of sweat appearing and running down her body. She could feel the dampness
under the chain cinched into her belly.
The van came to a stop and Lauren could hear muffled voices at the front of the van before they
lurched into motion again but only for a few seconds before pausing and moving forward again.
"Here we are. I hope you're all ready to repay society for your crimes" called the female guard
accompanying them in the back of the van. "When the doors open, you're going to be taken out of the
van and you will meet me colleague and wait for further instruction."
Lauren's cell door opened and she was ushered out of the van into a loading dock surrounded by bars.
As she waited for her fellow prisoners to disembark, she cooled down in the comparative cool air and
pulled at her chains again pondering why they would bother with so many bars of all prisoners were
restrained like her. It was clear she was going nowhere quickly.
She found that the more she pulled her hands up, the more her cuffs pulled the belly chain which in
turn pulled the crotch chain up between her lips. She was close to orgasm despite her situation, or
potentially because of her situation she pondered. Either way, she was enjoying herself when Charlotte
joined her on the platform.
She looked very hot and sweaty as if she had been in a sauna and her hair was stuck to her face and it
was obvious to Lauren that she'd been crying. Lauren took a step towards her and rubbed her arm
against hers as moral support. The other girl looked grateful and returned the push.
Jennings joined them on the platform and without further ado they were all marched into a door marked
'Day Intake'.
Inside was a tall reception desk that came to almost head height of the prisoners and was extremely
imposing on the prisoners who stood infront of it naked and tightly chained.
The female guard sitting atop of the desk said "This must be Jennings, Trow and Cooke. I need all of
you into intake straightaway -- we have a schedule to keep."
The female guard from the van led them to the door marked intake and allowed them to shuffle through
and the door slammed shut behind them. The three of them were left in a room alone that had a four
chains hanging from the ceiling.
The guard from the reception desk came into the room accompanied by the driver and the escort from
the van. Jennings was grabbed by the man and dragged to one of the hanging chains. He found keys on
his belt and released the handcuffs from her belly chain and attached them to the chain hanging from
the ceiling. A moment later, her hands were raised above her head as the chain went up on a pully until
she was at full stretch but with her feet on the floor.
Charlotte was next and once she was in place the female guard grabbed Lauren and within seconds the
handcuffs that had brought her pleasure back at the centre, we're digging into her wrists as her hands
were forced above her head. Her shoulders screamed at the change of position after being chained at
her waist for so long. She spread her legs as far as the leg chain would allow for stability.
The guard from reception grabbed a clip board and moved over to Jennings. "So. You are Janine
Jennings?"
"Yes ma'am"
"And you have been sentenced to a ninety minute electro therapy session."
"Yes ma'am" Jennings replied meekly.
Lauren looked over her in interest wondering if that was actually as scary as it sounded. She also
wondered why she was made to wear the collar, but no explanation for that seemed to be forthcoming.
"Your body is now going to be photographed so that we have a record of marks and any injuries you
have before you are punished"
The male guard appraised her and started taking pictures of Jennings, paying particular attention to any
mark or blemish on her skin. The female guard gathered the prisoner's hair up and quickly clipped it up
so it was up off the prisoner's shoulders.
She moved to Charlotte. "You are Charlotte Trow?"
"Yes miss"
"And you've been sentenced to thirty strokes to the breasts from the automatic flaggation machine with
this enhancement" she said, indicating the metal bra.
"Yes miss" Charlotte said again. Lauren thought she was about to cry and it looked like she was being
held up by the chain.
"Right then. Let's get this discipline device removed" said the guard reaching for a key from her belt. "I
warn you -- when I take this off, it's going to hurt!" she said as she inserted the key into a lock on the
bra. A little whimper escaped from Charlotte before there was a resounding click and the bra sprung
open. The guard pulled the bra off Charlotte's chest and her breasts escaped their confinement.
Charlotte screamed and began to cry as blood rushed back out of the compressed breasts and as the
guard moved away, Lauren could see the deep red marks around Charlottes breasts which were a deep
purple in colour. The most surprising thing though that would have had Lauren grasp her own breasts
protectively had she not have been chained, was the red puncture marks all over. The device had
obviously had lots of spikes on the inside of the cups which had been driving into Charlotte's breasts all
this time.
Charlotte stood sobbing with her hands chained above her head. Her chest was heaving and her breasts
were moving up and down. Her chubby belly was bulging around the chain and the lower part that was
forced outwards was wobbling in time with her sobs. She looked the very sight of pity and suffering.
The routine with the camera paid special attention to the severely marked breasts and Lauren was sure
she could see a slight bulge in the male guard's trousers.
Before she knew it, the guard was on top of her and Lauren was being appraised by her.
"Rebecca Cooke sentenced to 18 strokes to your vagina from the automatic flaggation machine. Is that
right?"
"Yes ma'am" lied Lauren again.
"You got summonsed to be here, is that right?" The guard went on.
Lauren had another feeling of dread, noting the deviation in script from the other two "Errmm yes
miss" she stammered.
"Then why haven't you shaved your dirty little pussy like you were told?"
A cold bolt of lightning shot down Lauren's spine. Oh god. How could she have been so stupid to not
read the summons she had been given. Her breathing sped up and she was beginning to get a bit light
headed.
"Well?" demanded the guard
"I don't know miss. I'm sorry miss"
"For goodness sake. Like I've got nothing better to do than shave you" the guard was clearly extremely
pissed.
"Right Cooke. You're only here for a day, we don't have time to deal with your penalty for not
following instructions so I'm going to write you up and report you for the consideration of further
prosecution for this offence. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do
not mention now anything which you later rely on in this matter. Do you have anything to say?"
Lauren was totally broken. This was so unfair. This was supposed to be a way of earning a little bit of
extra cash by taking some simple cane strokes on her arse. She began to cry again.
"No miss. I'm sorry miss"
The guard made notes on her clip board before moving to a computer terminal in the corner of the
room while the male officer leered at her with the camera. Lauren felt more exposed than she had ever
experienced in her whole life, especially when he got down on his knees for a closeup of her pussy. The
female guard came back to Lauren and lifted a clear sticker off a sheet. She stuck it on Lauren's bulging
belly between the chain and her pubis before pulling it back off again. "This is the same stuff they use
for henna tattoos -- it will come off by itself in a few weeks".
Lauren couldn't see what was now on her but equally didn't dare to ask. The guard went and put
Charlotte's sticker on her chest between the top of her breasts and her neck. Lauren could see it was a
barcode about the size of an A6 piece of paper. They were marked like cattle.
Jennings didn't get one. "The barcodes are for the flaggation machine to read to make sure you get the
correct punishment.
The guard spoke to her colleague "How about you take Jennings to get her tits fried in electrotherapy
while I sort out this one's illegal cunt?"
Jennings' leg chains and crotch chain were removed leaving her cuffed with the belly chain and the
collar. Her wrists were let down and she was led out of the room by the van guard.
Charlotte had managed to calm down and Lauren was able to see the effect on her breasts. Each breast
had a deep red line across the top at the base where they had been compressed. Lauren assumed there
would be a matching mark underneath her ample breasts. Each breast was covered by lots of pin marks
which each looked very sore. The skin wasn't pierced but it must have been at the absolute limit of its
tolerance. Despite Lauren's own problems, she felt very sorry for Charlotte.
The guard approached Lauren carrying a long bar with cuffs at the end. It's purpose was immediately
obvious when the guard knelt down in front of Lauren. She removed the cuffs from the leg chain and
attached the other cuff. "Spread wider" the guard barked.
Lauren did her best, but the guard ended up pulling her leg wide enough to accommodate the spreader
bar. Lauren's stability was severely compromised and she ended up pulling to the extent of the chain to
the ceiling. Her wrists hurt, her shoulders hurt and the muscles in her thighs were already screaming at
their newly forced position.
The guard unlocked the crotch chain and removed it. "You're wet. That's disgusting!" declared the
guard. Lauren burned in shame and could feel Charlotte's eyes on her.
A little "Sorry miss" was all Lauren could make in reply.
The guard tutted and moved away dropping the chain in a box on her way to the cupboard.
She came back with a bottle and some medical gloves. She donned the gloves and started rubbing
cream into Lauren's crotch. Despite her utter humiliation, within seconds, Lauren found herself pushing
against the guard's gloved fingers as the orgasm reached crescendo. Her breathing was rapid and she
again felt the thrill of her stomach muscles pushing against the belly chain. She loved the feeling of
being restrained that gave her.
She couldn't control herself and the raging orgasm washed over her. It was, without a doubt, the most
powerful orgasm she had ever felt. She shuddered and was only kept on her feet by the chain
It was several long moments before she became aware of her surroundings to see the guard with a
satisfied grin on her face.
"You are definitely going to regret that you little slut" she said. Lauren couldn't even respond as her
body calmed down again. The pain in her wrists and shoulders broke through her pleasure again but
there was something else happening.
Oh god. Her pussy was tingling. 'That's never happened before, maybe it was the chain?' she thought to
herself. The tingling increased and soon began to burn.
"Miss. What have you put on me? It huurrrttsss" Lauren cried.
"It's a cream to remove the hair and it burns like a bitch even when you've not just had a dirty little
orgasm" she sneered. "It takes ten minutes. Enjoy yourself"
She went to leave the room and said to Charlotte on the way "You're both on the machine, so you're
going to need to wait for her" she left with her colleague and the room went quiet save for Lauren's
whimpering and crying as her pussy burned.
It was obvious to Lauren that the guard had gone right into the cleft of her buttocks as her arsehole was
on fire too.
She was hopping from foot to foot to the extent she could with the spreader bar fixed to her ankles and
crying. She couldn't find anyway to relieve the burning.
Charlotte looked on with concern on her face. "Rebecca. Look at me. Rebecca!"
Lauren didn't immediately realise that Charlotte meant her but turned her head towards Charlotte.
"Right. Good. Keep looking at me and let's breathe together. Slowly in and slowly out."
Charlotte calmed Lauren right down and by the time the guard came back, the burning had subsided.
The guard had new gloves on and some cloth. She rubbed the remaining cream off along with Lauren's
pubic hair. "There you go. All ready for punishment. We don't want any protection from any illegal
hair, do we?"
Lauren's feet were released and her wrists were let down as were Charlotte's. That left both prisoners
still handcuffed to the front with their bellies still bulging around their tight chains.
They were led out of the room and down the corridor to a door marked 'Flaggation'. The guard pushed
them through the door.
The girls both stopped in their tracks at the sight that awaited them. There were two big machines
who's purpose was horribly clear to the girls along with some imposing frames that also had only one
purpose.
The girls looked at each other, a look of panic on each of their faces.
There were four frames in the room. All made from a combination of metal and leather. Each frame
was in a different shape, clearly designed for holding their prisoners in a different position. They all
had a series of cuffs and straps attached, the purpose of which was very clear to the girls stood in the
doorway.
One wall had a lot of kit on it. All the kit was obviously designed to cause lots of pain to soft, delicate
flesh. There were all manner of whips, canes, floggers, and straps along with various handcuffs and
ropes. The collection was certainly impressive and in any other circumstances, Lauren's interest may
well have been piqued.
However, the frames and the equipment, as imposing as they were, were not what had primarily caught
Lauren's attention.
In addition to the frames were two machines which were about to be used to whip her pussy and
Charlotte's breasts. That was clear.
There was a technician attaching a leather strap to the arm of one machine. It was essentially a motor
on a trolley with a single arm to swing the whip. A thick cable trailed away to a computer desk where
some screens were lit up.
Lauren felt a hand grab the chain in the small of her back and she was propelled forward into the room.
Charlotte got similar treatment and they each ended up standing on a spot painted on the floor.
"Ok ladies" the guard said. "Me and my colleague intend to treat you fairly and with respect. The next
thirty minutes or so is going to be unpleasant for both of you. That's kind of the point of course and
there's nothing anyone here can do to change that."
Lauren and Charlotte looked at each other again. Lauren was sure she heard the other girl audibly gulp.
"But" the guard continued "there's a hard way to do this and a slightly easier way to do this. I can
promise you, any resistance from you or not doing what you're asked will not improve this situation. It
will cause you additional pain and humiliation which is simply not necessary. Do we understand each
other?"
"yes miss" both girls said in unison. Lauren wondered if there was really much more that could be done
to add to the humiliation of her current situation, but felt it was probably better not to test the theory.
Charlotte glanced at Lauren and said "We're going to be fine. Stay positive."
This earned her a sharp look from the guard, but she clearly chose not to do anything further.
Charlotte too realised her error and looked truly relieved when the guard moved on.
"Ok. Merson, we're going to get you set up first. You will both be restrained and then receive your
punishments together. I repeat what I said earlier: provided you do everything you are told and don't
resist; this will be easier on you."
Lauren watched Charlotte being led over to one of the frames with a mixture of delight that she wasn't
going first and guilt because she was delighted. It was going to make practically no difference in any
event because the guard had just said they were to be punished together. Lauren felt a strange comfort
from that.
Charlotte's walk was over and she stood in front of the tallest frame in the room.
It was essentially an inverted 'Y' with some pads and straps near where the two legs met the main
upright.
The guard gently but firmly pushed Charlotte backwards until her back was pushed up against the post.
The technician had moved around to the rear of the frame and did something at Charlotte's waist height
that made Charlotte gasp. A look of panic crossed her face, but she managed to maintain her
composure.
Next, the guard removed the handcuffs completely and Charlotte's hands were temporarily free. That
relief was short lived though as the technician returned with some much wider leather cuffs. He and the
guard took a hand each and within a few moments, Charlotte's wrists were again encased. Each wrist
was lifted above the head of the hapless girl and fastened to the rear of the post at neck height.
The technician wound a handle on the frame which lifted her wrists upwards and backwards naturally
pushing her chest out.
Lauren stood on her spot with her wrists chained to her belly chain in morbid fascination of what was
happening on the other side of the room.
The plumper girl was now standing with her chest thrust out past her belly which was still tightly
chained, looking for all to see like she was presenting her chest to the room. Her face was framed
between her raised arms and she was crying silently to herself.
Her heavy breasts and belly were wobbling gently with her sobbing. Lauren could see all of Charlotte's
curves and additional weight laid out bare. There was absolutely nothing the girl on the frame could do
to hide herself except keep her legs clamped together.
Lauren felt a great deal of sympathy for her, but knew she was soon to be in a similar position. She
could feel the panic begin to form again in her stomach and she concentrated on her breathing. With
each in-breath she could feel the chain restricting her muscles. Despite the situation and to distract her
from the panic, she focused on the fact that she quite liked that feeling.
Charlotte's legs couldn't be free though, and the technician and the guard got to work securing her
ankles into straps on the two legs of the inverted Y. This had the effect of spreading Charlotte so now
her pussy was clearly visible too. Moving her feet apart lost her precious height and her breasts lifted
still further as the strain on her position increased.
Further straps were added to her thighs and fastened tightly so there was yet more bulging of flesh.
What little modesty the girl had been able to maintain had been taken from her. There was a sound of
compressed air and a squeal from Charlotte.
One of the pads on the frame had been inflated behind her shoulders to push her chest even further our
and taking up any slack that was in her restraints. Her chest was pushed forward against her arm
restraints, bringing her breasts still further out towards the room.
As a finishing touch, the guard leant around and tightened a further leather strap around the girl's rib,
cage immediately under her breasts, securing her against the frame.
Lauren was momentarily thinking how unnecessary that final strap was when she was snapped out of
her thoughts by Rebecca's name being called by the guard. Lauren looked over to where the guard was
beckoning her over, took a deep breath and began what felt like a very long walk across the room.
Her frame was different to Charlotte's. It was a cross between a bed and big chair. Lauren had never
needed to see a gynaecologist, but the contraption in front of her now is exactly what she'd have
expected to see. Well, probably more in the way of comfort and less in the way of restraints in the
doctor's office.
The guard gripped her handcuffs and pulled her into position facing away from the seat. She gently
pushed back until Lauren had no choice but to sit on the seat.
"Lie back Cooke' instructed the guard. Lauren really did not want to lie back but eyeing the electric
baton and thinking back to the holding cell and the pain of the electric shock, she decided her options
were limited. Even if she somehow managed to overpower the guard with her hands cuffed to her belly
chain, she had no idea how to get out of the prison and even if by some miracle, she managed to escape
to the street she'd still be naked and chained.
Lauren laid back. The back of the frame on which she was lying had a leather cover but was hardly
luxurious. It was made up of two panels that allowed a gap along the length of her spine. She was at
about 45 degrees, so her head was higher than her bottom, like she was sitting up in a lounge chair, but
considerably less comfortable.
She was aware of the technician over her right shoulder and felt her belly chain get tighter with a click.
As she tested her chain with her stomach muscles, she realised she was now attached to the frame. That
explained Charlotte's squeal earlier, Lauren mused.
The guard and technician were both beside her, one on her left and one on her right. The guard reached
over and uncuffed both her hands. The relief she felt surprised her in its intensity. She wasn't sure how
long she'd been cuffed for, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours at most. Her wrists
had deep red marks on them where the steel had dug into her skin.
She was about to take advantages of her freedom to rub some circulation back in when her wrists were
seized by the guard and the technician. Each took an arm and laid it against arm supports that came out
from the chair at a slight angle. In a moment, her wrists were restrained with leather straps and another
moment later, there were straps over her biceps.
This left her with her bottom on the seat, laying back at a 45-degree angle with her arms and wrists
restrained out to the sides slightly. The position almost reminded her of the US execution gurney, but
she pushed that from her mind. Now, her legs were dangling over the edge of the seat.
The technician lent across her. He smelled of aftershave and there was a hint of cigarettes. His body
pushed against hers lightly as he reached over and retrieved the end of another leather strap which he
fastened under her breasts. He pulled it much tighter than Lauren thought necessary: it wasn't like she
could go anywhere already. The pressure of the strap pushed against her rib cage and added to the
feeling of abject helplessness.
He repeated the process above her breasts too and that strap was quite low, giving the effect of
squeezing her breasts slightly against the lower strap. Her breasts pushed forward by the restraints now
looked out of shape and were bulging slightly forwards.
They both moved to her ankles where she could feel cuffs being attached. Her right ankle was brought
up to the edge of the seat and the cuff was clipped to a fixing there near the base of her right buttock.
Her left leg followed suit, the effect of which was to make her knees naturally fall apart, exposing her
pussy to the room.
Lauren wasn't thrilled with that idea and kept her knees tightly together to preserve what little was left
of her modesty. Further straps were produced by the technician and each knee was soon bound and an
electric motor could be heard. Lauren was mortified to find her knees spreading. She fought it, but the
motor and the pulleys did their work and she ended up with her ankles restrained at her buttocks and
her knees spread wide.
She was totally and utterly exposed. She could see down her body over the two leather straps encasing
her breasts, the chain, the bulge of her belly with the barcode printed on it, all the way to her now bald
and open pussy. She tugged hopefully against the straps holding her arms down but was disappointed
when she could barely lift them from the leather bench.
The air was on her pussy, and to her shame, she could feel the dampness from her previous orgasm. She
could only imagine what the view must look like to the male technician and felt almost sick from the
humiliation of her position. She could tell she was fully exposed and guessed her anus was on full view
too.
They weren't done yet though. The technician went behind her out of sight and she could hear a packet
being opened. When he returned to her sightline, he was carrying what looked like a medical oxygen
mask with a tube trailing down from it. She was momentarily confused as he knelt down to the floor
between her legs. She heard a hissing sound of rushing air and as the man stood up again he placed the
mask over her pussy. The vacuum created by the air stuck the mask down and soon the pressure was
building as the air was sucked out pulling her delicate flesh with it.
Lauren lifted her buttocks against the restraints of the straps and the chain in a vain attempt to meet the
pressure. She could feel blood rushing to the area, but it was clear there was absolutely nothing for her
to do except lie there and take it. She relaxed her buttocks and she collapsed back onto the seat.
The technician turned off the air, leaving the pressure in place.
The last thing that happened was that the front section of the seat disappeared. Suddenly, Lauren was
glad of the tightness of the restraints, otherwise she was sure she'd have ended up on the floor. She felt
the change in tension and could tell she was being held against the frame by the leather straps
surrounding her breasts. Her entire crotch was now suspended in mid air and available to any sort of
attention that anyone or anything in the room wanted to give it.
"Ok. You're all set. We'll leave that there for a few minutes while we set the machine up. That makes
the flogging more effective."
"Please. It hurts. Please don't." Lauren was beginning to panic again. "I'm sorry. Let me out!" she cried.
The female guard came into view. "Listen. I said at the beginning, none of this is going to help. This
whipping is going to happen no matter what. It's going to hurt like hell, but on the other hand, it'll be
over quickly. You're going to be out of here in 20 minutes. Try and calm down."
'Easy for you to say' Lauren though as she fought to get herself under control again. The guard was
right- there was no point getting excited. Especially now she was tied down so tight, there was nothing
Lauren could do to change what was about to happen.
She took in her surroundings and made eye contact with Charlotte. They both shared a tentative smile
across the room.
Charlotte's breasts looked a mess already and her flogging hadn't even commenced yet. They were
covered in the marks from the metal bra she had been forced to wear and almost all the breast flesh was
red in colour.
Lauren could feel the pressure of the vacuum on her pussy and could only imagine what that must look
like. She was scared of what was about to happen but was also starting to enjoy the straps. Although
they were keeping her tightly pinned to the punishment frame, she kept finding herself pushing against
the unyielding restraint and was beginning to feel the unmistakable signs of arousal. She began to
wonder what on earth was the matter with her. Her mind was scared, but her body was getting into this
big time. She forced herself to think about something else and was about to think about Rebecca and
how she was going to settle this account with her, when she was distracted by the technician returning.
He was wheeling one of the whipping machines across to her. Lauren tried to recoil but could
practically go nowhere. The technician carefully positioned the machine in front of her and it ended up
menacingly close to her. There was not much to see. It essentially looked like a small motor and had a
metal arm with a whip attached. From her knowledge of BDSM, she could tell it was a flogger-type
whip with lots of individual leather strands. It was hanging from the arm limply at the minute, but
Lauren had little doubt this was going to sting.
The technician gripped the plastic vacuum cup and Lauren felt her intimate most flesh being pulled
towards him. He pressed a button on the outside edge and with a hiss of air, it came away from
Lauren's pussy. She looked down and could see that her lips were bigger than they usually were, and
she felt a tingling sensation as the blood was able to leave. The overall effect of the suction was that her
pussy now stood proud and was openly exposed to the whip.
The technician used a handheld scanner to scan a barcode on the side of the machine and then used it to
scan the barcode that was now inked onto the fat of her belly. An orange light appeared on the top of
the machine and a bleep noise sounded.
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath expecting the whip to lash down on her delicate
flesh. But it didn't. Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and saw the technician was wheeling the second machine over to Charlotte. The
guard appeared in front of Lauren.
"I am now required to read the Warrant of Corporal Punishment to you. If you have any questions, wait
until the end, ok?"
Lauren nodded.
"Rebecca Cooke. Pursuant to Section 37a of the Criminal and Civil Justice Act (2018) and The
Corporal Punishment (Summary Justice) Regulations (2019), you have been duly sentenced to corporal
punishment in the form of 18 strokes delivered by a machine-powered whip to the female genitalia in
the manner prescribed by the relevant Secretary of State. This warrant will now be executed in this
place by order of the Greater West Magistrates Court. Do you have anything to say before your
sentence is carried out?"
This was the first time she had heard the formality of what was going to happen to her. It sounded so
clinical. She was somewhat overwhelmed. She was lying there stark naked, strapped to a bench and
expected to talk to the guard in a meaningful dialogue.
"Errr... No. I don't have anything to say." She replied to the guard quietly.
The guard continued, "Ok. I am now going to explain how this works, " Lauren wasn't sure, but she felt
that the authoritative woman had softened her tone considerably from earlier, "the machine will whip
you 18 times at a regular intensity which is set at level 2 out of 5 for this offence code. The whip head
will move around slightly after each stroke, which will mean the punishment is evenly spread across
your entire pubic region."
Lauren figured that was maybe better than having all 18 strokes in one place, but really didn't know. It
spread the pain which had to be good, didn't it?
The guard continued "there will be a random delay after each stroke of between 5 and 45 seconds. The
machine will offer no warning before the stroke happens and the first stroke will happen within a
minute of the programme being commenced by my colleague. Do you have any questions?"
Lauren had about a million questions but the one at the forefront of her mind was "will I be scarred?"
"We can never say 'no' but the whip is designed specifically to not break the skin. You will be red and
sore for a week probably. This will go quite quick now. After we commence the programme, the
maximum time it can possibly take is 15 minutes. It will probably be quicker than that. I know this
sounds silly but try to relax. Honestly, it goes a lot easier for girls who relax"
"Yea. Right" Lauren replied, clearly unconvinced. So. This was it. There was nowhere she could go,
nothing she could say, she was about to have her pussy whipped and she hadn't even done the crime.
Rebecca had better cough up some extra cash.
"One last thing to do and I'm afraid it's reasonably unpleasant" the guard said. She held up a metal
contraption in front of Lauren's face. "It's to stop you damaging your teeth. Open your mouth."
Lauren gulped but saw little choice and opened up. "Wider" said the guard and Lauren could taste
metal and disinfectant in her mouth. The guard operated the mechanism and she felt pressure pushing
against her jaw upwards so her mouth was pushed as wide as she could ever remember it being open.
She made a noise in her throat in surprise but was unable to form any words.
"Ok. We're just waiting for your friend to be ready to start and then you will hear a beep when the
program starts. Like I say, it can be anything up to a minute before the first stroke."
The guard left Lauren's side and she felt more alone than ever, despite there being three other people in
the room. She watched as the technician fussed with the machine in front of Charlotte. Her machine
was at a different angle and much taller to catch her breasts and had a strap on the end of the arm rather
than a whip.
The waiting was already excruciating. She had been strapped to the frame for maybe 10 minutes in all,
but it already felt like an age. Her pussy was still tingling although she couldn't tell whether that was
the arousal that she still didn't fully understand, or the results of the hair removal she had undergone in
the previous room. She was able to focus on her restraints again, which still on balance she was quite
liking even though they were facilitating the whipping of her pussy. She couldn't help herself looking
over the machine again. The orange light was still on and the whip was just hanging there. It was a
horribly imposing sight and she fought to move her thoughts to something else. She began to think
about Jennings, somewhere else in the prison having her breasts shocked with electricity. She couldn't
decide who was better off. She wondered what kind of restraints she was in. Although Lauren had
never actually been with a woman and considered herself straight, she could tell that Jennings was very
attractive with everything in the right places and the right shape. At this thought, she surveyed her own
body again, looking at effect the restraints had had on her. There was a distinct bulge below the belly
chain, made up of the bit of extra weight she knew she carried. The chain was digging in tightly and
she couldn't see it from her position as it was hidden behind the flesh of her belly. The straps around
her chest pushing her breasts were doing her a favour she thought. Her breasts had always been a bit
smaller than ideal although no-one had ever complained...
Her thoughts were interrupted. "Ok ladies. The program will commence now. We will be here
observing so you are safe but will not intervene in anyway unless your safety is at risk." With that, a
loud claxon sounded for 2 seconds and the amber light on the machine switched to green.
Lauren inhaled deeply and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her fists clenched and her toes curled as she
tensed ready for the onslaught of the whip onto her most sensitive parts. Then, nothing happened. She
was puzzled and her muscles relaxed. She opened her eyes to find nothing had changed. The machine
was sitting there patiently with its green light on and the whip hanging motionless. The guard and the
technician were behind their desk and Charlotte was strapped to her frame with her machine also
motionless.
Suddenly, the whip blurred and without warning she was flogged fully on her pussy by the whip
catching her totally by surprise. She jumped up from the bench but was restrained by the chain and the
straps so didn't go anywhere, even though everything felt tighter again as she tried. A squeal escaped
her gagged mouth, but it wasn't really a scream. Then the pain started to build.
It was however, nowhere near as bad as she had thought it would be. It stung and had hurt, but she was
beginning to think this wasn't going to be as bad as all that. She focused her thoughts on her pussy and
closed her eyes again, trying to visualise the red mark that must now be appearing across her pubic
area. Her thought process was interrupted by a slap and a scream from the other side of the room.
Clearly Charlotte had just received the first stroke of her punishment.
There was a warm feeling across her pussy, but she was sure this was going to be ok. She opened her
eyes again and looked at the machine between her legs. It was sitting there placidly with its green light
on and its whip hanging down.
She was watching the machine, hoping for a sign so she could prepare herself. The machine whirred,
the whip swung and she was struck again right across her pussy. She breathed in sharply. That had
definitely hurt more than the first one. The sting was beginning to build, and the machine struck again,
this time higher with the whip strands reaching almost to her newly acquired barcode.
The quick succession of the third stroke made her catch her breath. The area with the greatest sting
from that last stroke was the very low belly and Lauren could feel how wide the spread of the lashes
had gone. Clearly the machine was doing its move around thing that the guard said would happen.
Lauren was back to watching the machine now. She was looking for any sign of when or where the
next stroke would hit. Her mouth and jaw were aching, and she couldn't keep her saliva under control.
She could feel that she was beginning to drool.
She took a deep breath and pushed her belly against her chain again. It was becoming something of a
comfort.
The fourth stroke landed again without warning. This time, the tip of the whip caught her clitoris.
Every muscle she could move tensed, and she screamed a guttural scream through her gag. Her clitoris
exploded in pain. She tugged at the straps holding her to the punishment frame to no avail. Her
breathing was ragged and all over the place and almost immediately her naked body was covered in a
sheen of sweat.
She was still sucking in a lungful of air when the fifth strike landed a full 45 seconds after it's
predecessor.
Lauren couldn't imagine any pain greater than what she was experiencing now. Her pussy was on fire
and she could barely breathe; the chain around her belly and the straps around her chest were
preventing her breathing as much as she felt she needed to. She'd completely lost count of the strokes.
She was tugging on her arms to try to get away from the machine. She was beginning to panic.
On the other side of the room, the guard and the technician were watching the girls in their various
stages of punishment. The breast whipping was taking her punishment well enough with minimal fuss,
but the pussy whipping was getting herself into a right state. The procedure was very much mundane
for the correctional staff, and indeed the actual punishment phase represented an opportunity for a brew
and a break from the routine of the day. Officer Smith had been a correctional officer for some time.
She welcomed the opportunity for 15 minutes taking the weight off her feet. As she watched the pussy
whipping, she mused that the prisoner seemed to be somewhat less aroused than she had been earlier.
Aroused prisoners were not common, but neither was it unheard of. She assumed the restraints were
somewhat akin to bondage but on a more advanced basis. She'd never been interested in that herself but
understood the attraction. Officer Smith had to admit that in her 20-year career in the correctional
services, no time had been more interesting than since the introduction of the Corporal Punishment Act.
In her humble opinion, it was much better for society too. In prison, kids like these two, who are
basically decent people who've made a mistake, mix with the wrong sort and that can have lifelong
consequences. This way, they get a short sharp shock with no real harm done and they are all done
within a day or two.
She took a stroll across the room to check on the pussy whipping girl. She was red faced with tears
streaked down her cheeks, drool down her chin and running down between her breasts into her belly
button. Her naked skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was still tugging at her restraints for
what it was worth. She was going to be ok though. She didn't have long to go.
Lauren was aware of the guard in her peripheral vision. Her earlier assumption that the punishment
wasn't going to be that bad was well and truly disproven. She was in pain and her pussy was on fire.
She could see red marks at the very top of the belly bulge below her chain but no further. She was
desperately watching the machine for any sign at all. She'd lost count of the strokes early on, but she
must be finished. It felt like there'd been about 30 so far.
Not knowing when the next stroke was coming made it so much harder to bear. She was thinking that...
Another stroke hit and she screamed and cried through her gag. She looked at the machine again and it
made a beeping sound. The light went from green to orange.
Did that mean she was finished? Had she made it? She looked over to the staff through her tears, the
whole room misty and unclear. She couldn't even wipe her eyes or her nose. Neither the guard nor the
technician were making any move towards her or even acknowledging her.
She jumped as she heard another slap, but realised there was no new pain. It took Lauren a moment to
realise the pained scream was Charlotte's breast whipping still going. Lauren struggled to remember
what Charlotte's punishment was. It was more than her 18 she was sure.
Lauren was desperate for her hands to be free. She wanted to try and sort herself out, but more than
anything she wanted to assess the damage to her poor pussy. There were two types of pain: the stinging
from the slap of the whip but also a deeper pain that seemed to travel all the way to her cervix. Her feet
had pins and needles from the position they were in and her wrists hurt from pulling against the straps.
That one was her own fault, she had to admit.
Charlotte screamed again and Lauren was now aware of her ongoing crying. The claxon sounded again,
and the guard stood up.
"Ok ladies. All done. We will release you in a few minutes. Bear with us and we'll be right there".
Fraudulent Judicial Punishment Chapter 4
This story line picks up that if Janine Jennings who is taken off for electrotherapy when the other two
girls head to the flagellation suite for their punishments.
It's the first time I have written in the first person and I would genuinely welcome feedback. Please feel
free to comment or feedback through the link -- all comments gratefully received.
Thanks -- hope you enjoy.
JDB
I am Akeem Ishola, I'm 36 years old and have been a Corrections Officer for 11 years. I started my
career way before the changes to the legislation to introduce corporal punishment to the statute for most
non violent offenders.
I jumped at the chance to get qualified for this specialty. It's not that I'm particularly mean or cruel, at
least I don't think I am, but I do have a very kinky side that I don't get with in my private life, so I
couldn't resist the thought of being able to punish people for the state. Well, I actually want to punish
nice attractive women, but I tolerate the men and the other women as part of my job.
I am looking forward to my shift today as I am in the electrotherapy suite. That's a more politically
acceptable term than 'electrotorture' which is essentially what we do here.
Offenders are sentenced by the Court to a period of time on the machine which delivers electric shocks
to their most intimate parts at random intervals and for random strength and duration. It's all computer
controlled.
The suite is a series of 6 cells in a wing of their own off the main corridor. There are three different set
ups with two of each.
There are 3 rooms on each side of the control room which is behind one way glass and usually where
the Correctional Officer sits. Once the offender is secured and the program started, there's little for us to
do except watch. Everything from that point is automated.
The chair, which is what I will be using today, is modelled on the classic electric chair. Made of solid
wood with leather restraints, right down to a metal head cage with a metal mouth bit which, in my
opinion, is a slightly grotesque attempt to instil fear into the offender. It has almost no practical benefit
whatsoever and certainly isn't wired up to the system.
In fact, none of the chair is wired up. Almost all of the room is actually for psychological impact on the
offender. The big imposing chair, the dark coloured walls, dim lighting and caged door and the one way
glass are all to add to the experience. In reality all we'd need is a normal dining room chair, a pair of
handcuffs and the computer controlled shock box to do our work here, but the fear is a huge part of the
punishment. Even the worst shock to the most intimate areas of the body are nowhere near big enough
to cause any actual damage. We're not barbarians.
The other two setups are similar, but in the second, the offender is restrained to a bed lying on their
backs, and in the third, the offender is restrained to a large 'X' shaped cross in a standing position. All
three feature the heavy leather straps to hold them down tightly.
The chair and the cross allow dildos with electrodes to be added to the punishment.
When the sentence doesn't stipulate the area of the body, electrodes can be placed pretty much
anywhere. We have a large range to choose from. For a female offender, it is usually each nipple wired
independently, a dildo in the vagina, there's a clip on electrode for the cliterous which we don't often
use, and then we have stick on electrodes that we normally limit to a couple just above the pubic hair
line and two between the navel and the bottom of the rib cage.
All of the electrodes have integral positive and negative terminals so we don't allow the electricity to
travel through the body for any real distance. So both nipples might be shocked together, but the
electricity will not be travelling from one breast to the other.
First up today is a female who has been sentenced to a 90 minute session which wasn't the most severe
I'd ever seen, but neither was it going to be a walk in the park for her. She's been sentenced to
electrotherapy on her breasts only which has plusses and minuses for her. On the plus side, her crotch
gets left alone, but then all the pain is focused on the breasts. Arguably, it is less intrusive than having
someone like me lube a torture device and insert it into her anatomy. Breast only necessitates the metal
bands that tightens around the base of the breasts which have electrodes on the inside rim, and
depending how large the breasts are, potentially a couple of stickers on each breast.
She was due in soon, so I had better get myself sorted. I got the restraints out and ready. 3 large belts
for around the torso, 8 small for the limbs and two medium for the thighs. I laid them out on the table in
full view for when she arrives. The head cage sits on the chair already so that was fine.
I readied the electrodes on the table next to the belts. I changed my mind and put one of the long belts
through the slats in the chair. If she was resisting, it would help me and my colleague to get the belt
around her belly as she would then be anchored.
I went back into the control room to download the program to room 2 which was where she was going
to spend the next 90 minutes. A lot of the 90 minutes didn't actually have shocks, the recovery of what's
just happened and the anticipation of what is next is a big part of this punishment. In fact, looking at
this program, she was going to receive only 41 minutes of shocks on various electrodes at various
strengths and lengths.
I heard the buzzer sound that indicated the door at the end of the corridor had opened. Here we go.
I moved into the corridor to see what was coming. One of the transport staff was escorting a naked
woman of about 5'9" with long brunette hair that had been tied up. She had a transit collar on which
was both irritating and interesting. Irritating because that wasn't going to work with the head cage and
so would need to be removed, but interesting because that suggested she had already been less than
perfectly behaved. I unconsciously rested my hand on my electric baton on my utility belt.
She was absolutely stunning to look at. She was muscular and clearly spent a lot of time at the gym or
doing sports. She was tanned except for white lines following the shape of a bikini. I immediately saw
that I was going to have plenty of room on those breasts for a couple of stickers in addition to the
nipple and the band around the base. I could entirely understand why the Punishment Assessment
Officer had recommended breasts only.
As she walked along the corridor they swayed gently with the uneven steps caused by the standard
chains the offender was adorned with. This image was going to go straight into my memory store --
wow! For now though, I focused on the job in hand and the professionalism that is required of me by
the Ministry of Justice.
"Good morning," I said to them, but mainly the transport officer.
"Morning Officer," my colleague said. We are always careful to use surnames or position in addressing
each other in the presence of offenders.
"This is Janine Jennings for you," he said. He pushed her forward a step before continuing, "she's been
absolutely no trouble to us, or the centre, but as you can see has a collar. This was sentenced by the
Court, but it isn't clear why."
"Well ok. Step this way please Jennings," I replied.
I took her to the booking in desk at the side of the corridor to confirm her name, date of birth and any
medical conditions. I had her look into the camera and read the declaration from the card.
"I am Janine Jennings. I have been sentenced to corporal punishment and I understand that is to be
carried out now. I have declared any and all medical conditions and I confirm I have taken no
medication for pain relief in the last twenty four hours. I understand that giving a false declaration may
result in a conviction for perjury."
She sounded as lovely as she looked. She read it in a soft but confident voice with a slight accent.
Maybe Scottish? Or perhaps Irish, I wasn't sure but I knew I liked it.
She looked back at me and I looked her in the eye. She had big brown eyes which had a mix of
defiance and fear. I didn't think I was going to get any trouble from her.
I read from my screen and cleared my throat. "Janine Jennings, pursuant to Section 37a of the Criminal
and Civil Justice Act (2018) and The Corporal Punishment (Summary Justice) Regulations (2019), you
have been duly sentenced to corporal punishment in the form electrotherapy to the breasts for ninety
minutes in the manner prescribed by the relevant Secretary of State. This warrant will now be executed
in this place by order of the East Darwestry Magistrates Court. Do you have anything to say before
your sentence is carried out?"
A look of panic cross her face and her nostrils flared. I heard her chains rattle slightly and I tensed, but
she controlled herself and simply replied "No."
"Ok then. That's the formal bit over. I'm Officer Ishola and I will be administering your punishment
today. I want us to come to an understanding early on if possible.
"I'm here to do my job, but I will do so fairly without fear or favour. I will treat you fairly and as
pleasantly as possible given the circumstances. All that I ask is that you do what you are told and this
will be over before you know it and you can get on with life.
"Does that sound ok?" I asked her.
"Yes. I'm scared though," she said.
I genuinely believed in treating offenders with as much compassion and dignity as is possible. The
system doesn't allow for much of the latter, but I don't see that should change my approach. "Yes. That's
perfectly natural. I won't lie to you, it is going to hurt, that is of course, the whole point, but you won't
be damaged permanently and you're going to be all done in two hours. You're going to be home tonight
and you can put this behind you.
"Come this way please," I said, pointing towards room 2.
She took the step towards the room that I needed her to take to get me in the right position behind her
for the moment she saw the room, and more specifically, the chair, for the first time. She took in the
room seeing the table with the restraints and the electrodes next to the chair.
Sure enough, as expected as she looked into the room and her fight or flight instinct kicked in and she
stopped and dug he heels in. I was ready and gripped her waist chain with one hand and gave a healthy
shove to her lower back to propel her into the room.
"Come on, let's get this done," I said quietly in her ear and I felt her resistance subside a little and in the
few steps to the chair she remained compliant.
We got to the chair and I turned her and pushed her back until her legs touched the edge of the seat. I
could have kept pushing to get her seated, but instead I said, "please sit down."
She did so without comment. Her chains rattling against the wood of the chair.
"Shuffle backwards please, until your back is against the back of the chair," I instructed using a tone of
voice that hopefully communicated how little choice she had in the matter.
She moved back, allowing me to reach between her cuffed arms and her torso to get the restraint belt
for around her stomach. My hand rubbed against her skin. It was cool and smooth and I had a sudden
urge to cup those delicious breasts that would soon be the source of so much pain to her. I resisted
though, maintaining my professionalism, at least outwardly. She had stiffened at the touch anyway, so
clearly my attention would, understandably, not be welcome.
I pulled the belt through the buckle and tightened it against her stomach. She was now restrained to the
chair and with her hands cuffed where they were, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
I took the next belt off the table and went for the upper chest restraint, which was above her breasts and
under her arms.
"As you can see, I'm now restraining you to the Punishment Chair, I just need you to sit still while I do
this please," I said, just wanting to keep the dialogue going.
She barely grunted at me. I could see that she was on the verge of tears and I felt a pang of sorrow for
her, which, if I'm being honest, was more than off set by the sexual excitement I was feeling for her
predicament. I tried to push that from my mind as I buckled the second restraint tightly to keep her
pressed against the back of the chair.
The third belt across the torso goes immediately below the breasts and on this particular female, given
the size of them, it was going to be impossible to do so without touching them. I readied the belt
through the slots in the wood and used the back of my hand to move the breast up and out of the way
while I placed the belt. I did the same for the other side and without drama, the third belt was secure.
At this point of the procedure, the offender is deemed secure and without a moment's hesitation the
Transport Officer cleared his throat and said, "Right then, see you in a couple of hours," and without
waiting for my reply, turned and walked off down the corridor. I didn't bother to reply to him and me
and Jennings were left alone.
Her arms were next, but they were still currently chained to her waist, so I readied the belt at the wrist
points and then unlocked the handcuffs using the key from my utility belt.
"I'll give you a brief moment if you want to give your wrists a rub, but then you need to place them on
the arms of the chair, please."
She looked at me with perhaps a hint of gratitude, or perhaps not, but either way took the opportunity
to do as suggested.
"How are you doing?" I asked her. A bit of a silly question, given the circumstances, but whatever she'd
done to get herself here, she was still a human and it costs nothing to be nice.
"I'm really scared. I'm kind of freaking out here," she replied in a 'aww shucks' kind of way that seemed
very casual for her situation.
"Well. Like I said, it's going to hurt in the short term, but you'll be fine in the long term. Now come on,
it's time," I said, indicating the wrist straps awaiting her.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and put her wrists on the arms of the chair without further
comment. I could see her taking in her reflection in the one way glass and could see it wasn't helping
her calm down. Another point scored for the system and the psychological trauma we were putting her
through.
I quickly buckled both straps and then unlocked the chain from her waist and pulled it out from behind
her. When I pulled the length from between her buttocks and through her pussy, she shuddered and I
caught the unmistakable smell of female arousal. These chains often make that happen involuntarily,
they sit right on the clit. I didn't pass comment and neither did she.
I knelt down and unlocked the ankles from the chains and restrained them to the legs of the chair in the
same manner. This left her pussy exposed to me at eye level which I studiously ignored.
She opened her eyes again and tested her new restraints. She gave a tug and then gave up when it was
clear she wasn't going anywhere. I added straps to her thighs, securing them to the seat of the chair and
to her upper arms which secured them to the back of the chair.
I stopped to check out how she was looking. She still had the metal collar on, and the thick brown
leather belts blended with the olive tone of her tanned skin and contrasted at the paler pallor of her
breasts where she wasn't tanned. Her arms and legs were restrained and she was held completely open,
unable to resist anything I wanted to do. It was pretty hot. I usually appreciate this point for most
female offenders, but Jennings had really caught my fancy. I was going to have to be careful.
"Ok," I said, to get her attention, "I have good news and bad news at this point. The good news is the
collar you are wearing needs to be removed, but the bad news is I will be replacing it with a head
cage."
She looked forlorn at the news. I stepped towards her and got my keys ready to unlock the heavy collar
and remove it from her neck. The lock sprung open with a loud click in the otherwise quiet room and I
opened the hasp freeing her neck and pulled the whole thing from the back of her neck. She breathed an
obvious sign of relief. I could see the red colour where the collar had been placed and she moved her
head around to ease the cramping muscled that had been held immobile, "I will put the head cage on
last," I said, "I will do the electrodes first."
She said "Thank you," but it sounded weird, even to me, for her to be thanking me for attaching the
electrodes that would soon be torturing her.
I picked up the conductive gel we use to ensure a good electrical connection, "This is going to be cold,"
I said as I squeezed some onto my finger and smeared it around the base of the breast, where it joined
the chest. She gasped at the contact with her skin and involuntarily took a deep breath.
I selected the first band that goes around the base of the breast and held it up to her eye line so she
could see. "This band goes around your breast where I have just rubbed the gel. You can see, on the
inside are four electrodes, 2 negative and 2 positive, so you will be shocked in two places around each
band. I am going to tighten this around your breast which you may find uncomfortable." I wasn't asking
permission, so I didn't wait for a response, but got an "OK" anyway.
I slipped it over her left breast and pushed until it was flush with the skin on her ribcage and over the
gel. I grasped the flesh of the breast with my other hand and pulled to ensure the band was snug at the
bottom. I used the tool to tighten the band around the base of her breast, much like the jubilee clip you
find on a hose pipe. I continued until the band was pressing into the flesh and I was sure of a good
contact for the electrodes against the skin. Whilst this wasn't designed to be compression punishment, it
did usually result in the breast gaining a bit of colour as not all the blood could escape as normal. I gave
it a tug and it was clear that wasn't going anywhere.
I repeated the procedure for her right breast and then stepped back to check my work. Both breasts
were clamped at the base which was forcing the flesh forwards towards the nipple and making a slight
bulge. It looked very hot indeed!
Next up, I opened a draw in the table and brought out a tube of cream. "This is a mild irritant
compound which will make your nipples erect. It may sting a bit, but doesn't hurt," I explained. I had
always thought this statement to be ludicrous given the pain that would be shortly surging through the
offender's nipples, but the procedure is clear. I applied the cream to each nipple, noting her attempt to
push back in the chair to get away from the applicator.
Next, I got the electrode stickers and again held them up so she could see. "Same deal -- but this time
only two electrodes on each sticker." I put one on each side of the left breast and then repeated on the
right. Again, she tried to pull away, but she had nowhere to go. I admit that I enjoyed smoothing the
sticker over her nice soft flesh.
There was panic in her eyes and her breathing had become more rapid which was providing a nice base
of movement for her breasts. This was usual at this point as the reality of the situation was hitting
home. She was tugging at her wrists, but with the three points of restraint on her torso and two on each
limb, she was going nowhere. After a couple of years of experience, I have found that no words help at
this point and so I simply continued in my preparations.
Next up were the clamp electrodes that attached to the nipples by pressure. An extremely
uncomfortable situation for the offender, even without the addition of the electric charge. Her nipples
were now standing proud and covered in the cream which was also a conductive solution. I again held
up what I was about to attach to her. "This is the nipple clamp. It locks down onto your nipple with the
positive electrode at the top and the negative at the bottom so that the current will pass through your
nipple...," I was interrupted from my speech.
"Nnoooo," she screamed, "please don't do this, I am sorry!" She was openly crying now and I inwardly
smiled to myself. Without a doubt the expectation and the build-up is the worst part of this punishment
for offender, but then, that's easy for me to say.
"This is the order of the Court and you have been sentenced for a criminal offence," I said calmly
which only made her scream and plead louder and tug wildly at her restraints.
I gripped her breast with one hand and pushed the electrode onto her nipple and screwed it down tight.
This compressed the nipple and elicited another, more definite scream from Jennings. I did the same to
her other breast and again, took stock. She was naked and sobbing, her breasts bulging slightly and now
getting a bit of colour from the bands tightened around the base, the four white stickers were on the
sides and the metal clamps were compressing both nipples in a manner that was obviously painful. Her
eyes were taking in her situation in the one way glass.
Next up were the wires to be attached. All colour coded, so perfectly quick and easy for me to ensure
that everything was connected to the correct bit. Each of the connections are essentially 'plug and play',
so no matter how much commotion the offender is causing, it is easy to do.
Realising she wasn't getting anywhere with me, she'd actually calmed down a bit. I got everything
attached without any drama, making sure the wires were trailed neatly behind the chair from each of
the electrodes.
I opened the other drawer in the table and brought out some ECG stickers. I stuck the three stickers
onto her arms and leg which would enable the computer to monitor her heart rate during the procedure.
"So, we're about set," I said, to which a small whimper escaped her lips, but she didn't verbally reply. I
saw her give her wrist restraints a further hopeless tug.
"Two things remain, the first is a test run. So, in a moment you should feel a tingling in both your
nipples. It will be very minor. Here goes," I said as I pushed the button marked 'test 1'. Three machine
beeped and she jumped to the full freedom of her restraints which wasn't much. She yelped, more in
surprise than pain. This test shock shouldn't be more than a tingle.
"Was that in your nipples,?" I asked, knowing this is a pointless formality, because it couldn't be
anywhere else.
She nodded " Please," she said "this is so unfair," in a tone that was an odd mixture of resignation and
panic.
I decided to ignore that and without further warning, pressed 'test 2'. She again yelped and jumped.
"That was the sticker electrode on the mid breast," I said and then without pause pushed button 3,
eliciting another pull in the restraints, "and the base of your breasts. Is that what you felt?"
She was now openly crying as she nodded her head in confirmation, her chest rising and falling with
each sob, a movement the was magnified by the bondage of the bands locked tightly around the base,
and the wires that trailed away from her breasts, jumping around slightly.
Her breasts had taken on a slightly pink colour because of the minor impediment of blood flow around
the bands. Her nipples were crushed in the clamps. The straps holding her to the bench were thick and
unyielding against the soft feminine flesh and her face was already tear stained. If I were to choose a
single word to describe her at this point, that word would be 'vulnerable'. It was going to be a huge
shame to spoil my view with the head cage.
Perhaps one of the most cruel twists in this room, is as the chair sits in front of the one way glass
between us and the control room, from where I would be observing, she was able to see herself in all
this detail in the mirrored surface. It didn't seem to me, that she was liking the view.
The head cage was sitting in its runner above her head and I moved to fix it into place. "Keep your
head very still, I don't want to hurt you any more than we need to today," I said as I released the catch
and slid the frame over her head.
This was remarkably similar to a medieval Scold's Bridle, made of a heavy metal that prevents the
offender twisting their head. They are forced to face front and most of their face is covered by metal
bars. A lot of offenders are sent into sheer panic at this moment, but not Jennings. She took it in her
stride. I twisted the mechanism using the turn key and the frame compressed until the metal was flush
against her head, her face completely enclosed and there was just one more minor adjustment to be
made.
"Open your mouth wide," I instructed which she did. I pushed in the bit gag that would keep her teeth
forced apart for the next 90 minutes, and locked it into place.
She tried to speak around it. I was pretty sure she'd said 'no please don't' but it was a bit hard to make
out the words so I ignored her. No amount of begging or promises of reformed behaviour was going to
help her now.
"You have been sentenced to 90 minutes of shock therapy to your breasts. The computer will randomly
assign the strength, duration and location of each shock. The gap between shocks will be randomised
and you may find that you are shocked in two or more locations simultaneously.
"My advice to you is, try to keep your muscles at relaxed as possible and concentrate on managing your
breathing.
"I am now going to go into the control room. I will be watching you throughout, but you won't be able
to see me.
"I'll be back in about ninety minutes from now," I said as I turned and left the room, closing the heavy
barred door with a loud and definite clang as the locking mechanism fell into place. A gesture with no
practical use given how tightly she was strapped to the chair, but of important psychological use.
I took my seat at the control desk and took in my view. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she
took deep, ragged breaths. I had a unhindered view of her pussy because of the spread of her legs and
the mandate all offenders be clean shaven for punishment.
I imagined she was looking at me as she waited, although I knew she could only see herself. The longer
I left her waiting, the more intense that first shock was going to be for her and I left it only a few
moments, which I knew would have been amplified many times in her head.
While I waited, I took in the view. She was fidgeting tapping her feet ok the floor, her fists were
clenched tightly in anticipation. I could see her eyes through the bars of the head cage and could see
that they were darting all over the room. Had her breasts not have been bound by the electrodes, they
would be sitting against her chest, due to their size, but the compression was causing them to stand up
perhaps more than they might. The colour of them had changed from a pale, almost white pallor to a
pinkish hue where the blood was collecting in the tissue. There was already a bit of saliva sitting on her
chest between her breasts where the gag had stopped her lips sealing.
As lovely as this was, it was a shame I hadn't got the chance to insert a dildo electrode. There's
something very special about seeing that first shock delivered there. I was going to have a lovely time
for the next ninety minutes. Unfortunately the CCTV throughout prevented it being a truly lovely time.
I checked the screen, seeing that all was in order and the body outline with the electrodes identified as
all 'green' and ready.
I hit the start button on the machine. The clock began counting down from 90:00 and i was just
wondering what would be first when the first heavy shock was delivered to the band electrodes. I could
hear her scream through the glass.