Severe Court Ordered Corporal Punishment!
After her belongings, garments and underwear were hulled off in a wire basket, Candy sat in a grim dingy holding cell, covered only in a baggy orange dress. She sat alone recalling how she tried not to get intoxicated at the party, but she still had too many drinks and, on the way home, she didn't see the light change. Unfortunately, her mistake caught an officer's attention. The breathalyzer was one point over the limit which allowed her court appointed lawyer's efforts to plead down the three months or $6,000 fine to one month or $2,000. Sandy didn't have 2k and the month would cause the loss of her job and her apartment. Her lawyer met with the judge again and returned with a third option: Severe Corporal Punishment - adding that he secured her a coveted Saturday appointment. Candy's felt a little faint - but felt she didn't have any choice, and signed the document that was placed on the table. Her lawyer told her what to expect, but the statement that she would be spanked hard and the city would be certain to get their two-thousand dollars' worth kept returning to her thoughts. However, she'd been a rebellious young girl and was very familiar with spanking, how much worse could it be? This thought helped her get through the next few days.
Thankfully, on the following Saturday, only one twenty-something came into the holding cell later that morning. Candy endured the painful silence for only a short time before the attendant called her name. She was handcuffed and led down a hall and into a room about the size of one of her college classrooms. The room contained: two women, a waist high heavy wood trestle with thin padding on the top bar that was in the center flanked by a stand with straps, paddles and canes hanging from it. She noticed a small group on the right: represents from the court, the prosecutor, the board of corrections and her attorney. When she drew close, she noticed that everything smelled like it had just been wiped down with alcohol. The attendant led her to an older distinguished looking muscular woman. Plastic restraints were placed on her ankles and wrists. The handcuffs were removed and the attendant told the older women: "Inmate transferred to Matron for punishment 10:15 AM." The matron thanked him and he left. The other women with the word: "nurse" embroidered on her starched white uniform pulled the orange inmate's dress over Candy's head. Candy stood nude trying to cover her-self while her BP and heart rate were assessed. Her young body was 5'-6" tall, but she only weighed 120lbs. Her youthful B-cups protruded straight out from her chest, but the matron only eyed her round firm ass. The nurse nodded to the matron who looked down at Candy with authority and motioned towards the trestle. Candy found herself moving towards the frame as though she was in a trance.
Candy was efficiently secured to the trestle in a short time. Each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards a hasp spreading open her legs to expose both her ass and her cleanly shaved pussy. Any hope Cindy had for modesty had vanished. However, modesty was soon the least of her concerns. Without any warning or ceremony, the matron took the light strap and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Candy let out a mummer with each one of the 36 lashes. Her ass was now a nice shade of red. The matron paused before switching to a wood paddle. The thick and heavily urethane coated implement had two rows of holes. Candy's endorphins worked to relieve her, but they had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both ass cheeks. Candy exhaled a muted groan and her eyes teared up. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. The matron continued alternating sides with punishing swats marking her red ass with white splotches. Candy struggled with the pain - this was much worse than anything her father had given her. Her lawyer had warned her that the punishment would include a wooden paddle - but she wasn't prepared for this much pain. The loud thud of wood striking flesh followed by her whimpering filled the room. The matron put the paddle down after 24 painful swats without a break. Candy now truly understood pain. She was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass was well spanked and already very sore. Deep red sores stood out from the redden damaged flesh on her bottom. The nurse measured her BP before nodding to the matron to proceed.
The matron reached for the rattan cane and the nurse placed a disposable plastic bit in her mouth. Several moments later, the matron forcefully swung it into the middle of her sore ass. Candy whimpered loudly in response; the pain felt like it split her ass in half. The second stroke fell just below the first stretching another welt across her bottom. She continued to whimper loudly with each assault of the cane. Tears were running down her face to drop on the floor as the matron continued to march the cane down her bottom. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. A thick white line quickly rose to form a purple welt each time the cane fell on her bottom. After the first dozen strokes, the overwhelming pain of the cane cutting into her sore skin caused her wiper to graduate to a loud cry of pain with each stroke. The matron paused after 18 strokes and Candy was thankful that she could enjoy the little relief her endorphins offered during this brief respite. The remaining 18 strokes were more painful than anything she had ever felt. The relentless assault on her ass continued to be punctuated with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered and her arms were fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. She cried out screaming when the cane embraced existing welts - which happened many times towards the end.
Candy was bowling with a study stream of tears and her lower lip was quivering at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the trestle relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with deep purple welts and a few of them were weeping blood. The nurse immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. Fortunately, the bleeding stopped quickly. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Candy was removed from the frame. When they removed the restraints, red bands imprinted into her wrists and ankles remained from pulling against the restraints so hard. The nurse wiped her tears. When the matron glanced down at her again, Candy thanked her for keeping her out of jail with broken speech. This took the matron by surprise, but a moment later, she responded with a: "your welcome, I hope this teaches you not to drink and drive" Candy nodded. As soon as Candy was stable on her feet, the nurse escorted her to a small changing room closing the door behind them. Each step painfully flexed her sore ass, but Candy held her head high and walked stiffly ignoring the discomfort.
Once inside, the nurse sat down on the bench, held up a jar of balm and motioned for Candy to assume the position. Candy looked back at her quizzing, but something clicked and she understood. Candy placed herself over the nurse's lap. To Candy's surprise, the nurse told her to finger her clit and started to hand spank her. Candy instinctively complied and climaxed after less than a half dozen swats that were painful, but after what she'd been through, they were almost therapeutic. Candy's spasms shook her violently for several minutes. She'd never cum so hard before. Her respiration quickened with one wonderful orgasm after another. When the spasms finely subsided, the nurse covered Candy's frightfully punished bottom with a cool salve ointment before they rose. The nurse told her she was proud of how well she took her punishment as they embraced. Candy was exhausted, but she thanked her before the nurse left to resume her role in the punishment room. Candy reached for her basket and found an energy sports drink in the corner. A post-it read: "drink me ". The cool elect o-lights and caffeine helped revive her as she slowly dressed. As she was finishing, the sound of leather striking flesh came through the gaps around the door. The 20-something let out a blood curdling scream following each lash. Candy tried to be sympathetic towards this drama queen, but her mind easily wondered to the joy her fingers would give her for the next week.
Thankfully, on the following Saturday, only one twenty-something came into the holding cell later that morning. Candy endured the painful silence for only a short time before the attendant called her name. She was handcuffed and led down a hall and into a room about the size of one of her college classrooms. The room contained: two women, a waist high heavy wood trestle with thin padding on the top bar that was in the center flanked by a stand with straps, paddles and canes hanging from it. She noticed a small group on the right: represents from the court, the prosecutor, the board of corrections and her attorney. When she drew close, she noticed that everything smelled like it had just been wiped down with alcohol. The attendant led her to an older distinguished looking muscular woman. Plastic restraints were placed on her ankles and wrists. The handcuffs were removed and the attendant told the older women: "Inmate transferred to Matron for punishment 10:15 AM." The matron thanked him and he left. The other women with the word: "nurse" embroidered on her starched white uniform pulled the orange inmate's dress over Candy's head. Candy stood nude trying to cover her-self while her BP and heart rate were assessed. Her young body was 5'-6" tall, but she only weighed 120lbs. Her youthful B-cups protruded straight out from her chest, but the matron only eyed her round firm ass. The nurse nodded to the matron who looked down at Candy with authority and motioned towards the trestle. Candy found herself moving towards the frame as though she was in a trance.
Candy was efficiently secured to the trestle in a short time. Each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards a hasp spreading open her legs to expose both her ass and her cleanly shaved pussy. Any hope Cindy had for modesty had vanished. However, modesty was soon the least of her concerns. Without any warning or ceremony, the matron took the light strap and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Candy let out a mummer with each one of the 36 lashes. Her ass was now a nice shade of red. The matron paused before switching to a wood paddle. The thick and heavily urethane coated implement had two rows of holes. Candy's endorphins worked to relieve her, but they had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both ass cheeks. Candy exhaled a muted groan and her eyes teared up. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. The matron continued alternating sides with punishing swats marking her red ass with white splotches. Candy struggled with the pain - this was much worse than anything her father had given her. Her lawyer had warned her that the punishment would include a wooden paddle - but she wasn't prepared for this much pain. The loud thud of wood striking flesh followed by her whimpering filled the room. The matron put the paddle down after 24 painful swats without a break. Candy now truly understood pain. She was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass was well spanked and already very sore. Deep red sores stood out from the redden damaged flesh on her bottom. The nurse measured her BP before nodding to the matron to proceed.
The matron reached for the rattan cane and the nurse placed a disposable plastic bit in her mouth. Several moments later, the matron forcefully swung it into the middle of her sore ass. Candy whimpered loudly in response; the pain felt like it split her ass in half. The second stroke fell just below the first stretching another welt across her bottom. She continued to whimper loudly with each assault of the cane. Tears were running down her face to drop on the floor as the matron continued to march the cane down her bottom. She clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. A thick white line quickly rose to form a purple welt each time the cane fell on her bottom. After the first dozen strokes, the overwhelming pain of the cane cutting into her sore skin caused her wiper to graduate to a loud cry of pain with each stroke. The matron paused after 18 strokes and Candy was thankful that she could enjoy the little relief her endorphins offered during this brief respite. The remaining 18 strokes were more painful than anything she had ever felt. The relentless assault on her ass continued to be punctuated with the fall of the cane ripping into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered and her arms were fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. She cried out screaming when the cane embraced existing welts - which happened many times towards the end.
Candy was bowling with a study stream of tears and her lower lip was quivering at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the trestle relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her dark red ass was covered with deep purple welts and a few of them were weeping blood. The nurse immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. Fortunately, the bleeding stopped quickly. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Candy was removed from the frame. When they removed the restraints, red bands imprinted into her wrists and ankles remained from pulling against the restraints so hard. The nurse wiped her tears. When the matron glanced down at her again, Candy thanked her for keeping her out of jail with broken speech. This took the matron by surprise, but a moment later, she responded with a: "your welcome, I hope this teaches you not to drink and drive" Candy nodded. As soon as Candy was stable on her feet, the nurse escorted her to a small changing room closing the door behind them. Each step painfully flexed her sore ass, but Candy held her head high and walked stiffly ignoring the discomfort.
Once inside, the nurse sat down on the bench, held up a jar of balm and motioned for Candy to assume the position. Candy looked back at her quizzing, but something clicked and she understood. Candy placed herself over the nurse's lap. To Candy's surprise, the nurse told her to finger her clit and started to hand spank her. Candy instinctively complied and climaxed after less than a half dozen swats that were painful, but after what she'd been through, they were almost therapeutic. Candy's spasms shook her violently for several minutes. She'd never cum so hard before. Her respiration quickened with one wonderful orgasm after another. When the spasms finely subsided, the nurse covered Candy's frightfully punished bottom with a cool salve ointment before they rose. The nurse told her she was proud of how well she took her punishment as they embraced. Candy was exhausted, but she thanked her before the nurse left to resume her role in the punishment room. Candy reached for her basket and found an energy sports drink in the corner. A post-it read: "drink me ". The cool elect o-lights and caffeine helped revive her as she slowly dressed. As she was finishing, the sound of leather striking flesh came through the gaps around the door. The 20-something let out a blood curdling scream following each lash. Candy tried to be sympathetic towards this drama queen, but her mind easily wondered to the joy her fingers would give her for the next week.
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