Judicial caning of Agnes
You stand nervously before the female judge. You hope for some mercy as a fellow woman but unfortunately this judge is a fanatical feminist and you’re an erotic dancer and part time sex cam girl. She’ll be strict with you and you know it.
“Agnes, I hereby find you guilty of driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. I feel the only option for you is to sentence you to corporal punishment”
You gasp and feel butterflies in your stomach. You’d been expecting this bitch wanting to see your pert bottom spanked, but to hear those words makes you terrified. You bow your head and wring your hands as you wait for the judge to announce sentence...
You stand nervously before the female judge. You push your ample breasts together and give the judge a doe eyed innocent look. It’d worked many times when you needed men to give you something you wanted, maybe this judge was a lesbian and would be influenced by your pert womanly charms.
“Agnes the crime of driving whilst under the influence is a very serious one. You could have killed yourself or another innocent person. Therefore I sentence you to 25 strokes with the cane”
“No” you scream “this is my first offence! 25 strokes is fucking barbaric!”
The judge glares angrily at you “Agnes, you shall respect this court! For your language and disrespect your punishment is doubled to 50 strokes with the cane”
You and your big mouth! The guards handcuff you and take you away...
Your head spins in stunned silence as the female guards grab your wrists and cuff them behind your back. You stagger awkwardly on your high heels as you are led from the court, perhaps wearing these stripper shoes wasn’t too wise!
As you are led down the dark corridor the guards gossip about your sentence “wow, I’ve never heard of a girl getting 50 stokes before” says one “I know, you must have really upset her missy!” You shudder at the guards gossip. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, you feel the need to urinate, you start to worry about pissing yourself during the caning! The guards continue to gossip as you approach the door marked “punishment room 1” “I gave a young man 50 strokes last week, poor lad’s arse was bleeding and he was begging for his mummy by the end!” The other guard laughed “yeah, the boys are always the big cry babies!”
You are pushed gently but firmly into the room. You gasp at the sight of the frame, you stare at the leather straps that hang from the cruel looking device. Suddenly a clothes basket is slid in front of you whilst the other guard removes your cuffs. “Agnes, remove your clothes and put them in this basket please”
Your hands are shaking you struggle to find the zipper on the back of your dress, you regret your choice of clothing. The guard who removed your cuffs unzips your dress and helps it from your shoulders, she carefully unfastens your bra strap she whispers to you “good girl Agnes you do the rest” you nod and place your dress and your bra in the basket and finally you slide your panties down your legs. “Put your hands on your head” orders the first guard.
You stand naked in front of the two female guards. One is around 25 years old, slim with firm pert breasts that strain against her blue uniform. She has long jet red hair, she has a slight hint of eye shadow giving her a emo look. The other guard is a blonde, her curly hair makes her look friendlier than the first guard, she holds a clipboard and begins to read
“Agnes you have been sentenced to 50 strokes of the cane to be administered on your bare buttocks. Due to the severity of the punishment I have to ask you a series of questions”
You gulp and await the list:
“Do you have any medical conditions”
“No Miss”
“Do you believe you may be pregnant?”
“No Miss”
“When was your last period?”
“Er.. a week and a half ago Miss”
“When did you last have sexual intercourse?”
“3 days ago Miss”
“Was that with a man or a woman?”
“A man Miss”
“Did you have anal sex with him?”
“No Miss”
The blonde guard presses a stethoscope to each of your breasts and listens carefully to your racing heartbeat. She nods to the other guard..
“Very well Miss I declare you sufficiently healthy to withstand the prescribed punishment, approach the frame”
You nervously walk towards the frame you are shaking and feel wetness in your pussy.
You notice another person has entered the room it’s a female this time wearing black leggings and a sports bra, her face is covered by a balaclava. She is holding a piece of paper and begins reading from it “Agnes you have been sentenced to 50 strokes with the cane, do you have any medical conditions that prevent me from administering your punishment today?” “No miss” you whimper.
The masked punisher picks a cane from the wall and swish’s it through the air, she lines it up and gently taps it on your trembling buttocks. Then without warning she swings the first stroke, you gasp as a stinging stripe gets laid on your bottom “1” counts the redhead guard. Before you can recover the second stroke hits home. As more strokes hit the pain becomes unbearable you sob like a pathetic girl, you nearly hear the redhead counting down your punishment. At 25 strokes there’s a pause the pretty blond guard rubs her hands over your welted buttocks and tenderly wipes your tears from your cheek “good girl Agnes, half way though now” you beg for the punishment to stop and that you’ll never drive drunk. The next stroke lands on your already red bottom “26” you hear the redhead call. As the strokes continue to land you cry like you’ve never cried before, your bottom stings all over. You pull in vain at the restraints to try to get your bottom out the way of the relentless punishment.
Suddenly the strokes stop the punisher hangs her cane on the wall and says to you “that concludes your punishment Agnes, I do not wish to see you here again “
You apologise through your tears as you are being unstrapped from the frame. “ take her to the medical bay” the punisher tells the two guards.
“Agnes, I hereby find you guilty of driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. I feel the only option for you is to sentence you to corporal punishment”
You gasp and feel butterflies in your stomach. You’d been expecting this bitch wanting to see your pert bottom spanked, but to hear those words makes you terrified. You bow your head and wring your hands as you wait for the judge to announce sentence...
You stand nervously before the female judge. You push your ample breasts together and give the judge a doe eyed innocent look. It’d worked many times when you needed men to give you something you wanted, maybe this judge was a lesbian and would be influenced by your pert womanly charms.
“Agnes the crime of driving whilst under the influence is a very serious one. You could have killed yourself or another innocent person. Therefore I sentence you to 25 strokes with the cane”
“No” you scream “this is my first offence! 25 strokes is fucking barbaric!”
The judge glares angrily at you “Agnes, you shall respect this court! For your language and disrespect your punishment is doubled to 50 strokes with the cane”
You and your big mouth! The guards handcuff you and take you away...
Your head spins in stunned silence as the female guards grab your wrists and cuff them behind your back. You stagger awkwardly on your high heels as you are led from the court, perhaps wearing these stripper shoes wasn’t too wise!
As you are led down the dark corridor the guards gossip about your sentence “wow, I’ve never heard of a girl getting 50 stokes before” says one “I know, you must have really upset her missy!” You shudder at the guards gossip. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, you feel the need to urinate, you start to worry about pissing yourself during the caning! The guards continue to gossip as you approach the door marked “punishment room 1” “I gave a young man 50 strokes last week, poor lad’s arse was bleeding and he was begging for his mummy by the end!” The other guard laughed “yeah, the boys are always the big cry babies!”
You are pushed gently but firmly into the room. You gasp at the sight of the frame, you stare at the leather straps that hang from the cruel looking device. Suddenly a clothes basket is slid in front of you whilst the other guard removes your cuffs. “Agnes, remove your clothes and put them in this basket please”
Your hands are shaking you struggle to find the zipper on the back of your dress, you regret your choice of clothing. The guard who removed your cuffs unzips your dress and helps it from your shoulders, she carefully unfastens your bra strap she whispers to you “good girl Agnes you do the rest” you nod and place your dress and your bra in the basket and finally you slide your panties down your legs. “Put your hands on your head” orders the first guard.
You stand naked in front of the two female guards. One is around 25 years old, slim with firm pert breasts that strain against her blue uniform. She has long jet red hair, she has a slight hint of eye shadow giving her a emo look. The other guard is a blonde, her curly hair makes her look friendlier than the first guard, she holds a clipboard and begins to read
“Agnes you have been sentenced to 50 strokes of the cane to be administered on your bare buttocks. Due to the severity of the punishment I have to ask you a series of questions”
You gulp and await the list:
“Do you have any medical conditions”
“No Miss”
“Do you believe you may be pregnant?”
“No Miss”
“When was your last period?”
“Er.. a week and a half ago Miss”
“When did you last have sexual intercourse?”
“3 days ago Miss”
“Was that with a man or a woman?”
“A man Miss”
“Did you have anal sex with him?”
“No Miss”
The blonde guard presses a stethoscope to each of your breasts and listens carefully to your racing heartbeat. She nods to the other guard..
“Very well Miss I declare you sufficiently healthy to withstand the prescribed punishment, approach the frame”
You nervously walk towards the frame you are shaking and feel wetness in your pussy.
You notice another person has entered the room it’s a female this time wearing black leggings and a sports bra, her face is covered by a balaclava. She is holding a piece of paper and begins reading from it “Agnes you have been sentenced to 50 strokes with the cane, do you have any medical conditions that prevent me from administering your punishment today?” “No miss” you whimper.
The masked punisher picks a cane from the wall and swish’s it through the air, she lines it up and gently taps it on your trembling buttocks. Then without warning she swings the first stroke, you gasp as a stinging stripe gets laid on your bottom “1” counts the redhead guard. Before you can recover the second stroke hits home. As more strokes hit the pain becomes unbearable you sob like a pathetic girl, you nearly hear the redhead counting down your punishment. At 25 strokes there’s a pause the pretty blond guard rubs her hands over your welted buttocks and tenderly wipes your tears from your cheek “good girl Agnes, half way though now” you beg for the punishment to stop and that you’ll never drive drunk. The next stroke lands on your already red bottom “26” you hear the redhead call. As the strokes continue to land you cry like you’ve never cried before, your bottom stings all over. You pull in vain at the restraints to try to get your bottom out the way of the relentless punishment.
Suddenly the strokes stop the punisher hangs her cane on the wall and says to you “that concludes your punishment Agnes, I do not wish to see you here again “
You apologise through your tears as you are being unstrapped from the frame. “ take her to the medical bay” the punisher tells the two guards.
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