Aug 302014
 

 

 

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IfYouKnowWhatsGoodForYou

If You Know What’s Good for You (Adult Spanking as Discipline)

Mostly True Stories : Men Do the Darndest Things

Mostly True Stories : Men Do the Darndest Things

 

Conversations with Spankos

Conversations with Spankos

Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline

Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline

 

Selected Spanks

Selected Spanks

Jun 272014
 
I am LOVING these entries for the Sin City Spanks story contest, aren’t you?! Here’s another fun one, titled ‘Disciplined and Properly Thanked” – enjoy.~
-  Dana
 “Disciplined and Properly Thanked”
I was very excited about my up coming week in Las Vegas, Women,Night Shows and of course the Night Life!
I was never a big gambler so that did not concern me, What I wanted was to meet a couple Wild girls and spend a week playing the bachelor Game!
The first day was just getting settled and what better way to do that then to call room service and have a meal brought up,
What happened next is a little strange, When room service showed up there was a very tall attractive lady name Elizibeth she was probably in her mid thirties and she was very assertive!
Don’t get me wrong she was very nice and told me if I needed any thing to just call,
Now me being me thought Ok how about a night on the town after you get off!
but what I said or should I say what came out of my mouth was not what she wanted to hear! How much would it cost to spend a night on the town with you?
Her response was “Why does every man think that women are for sale in Vegas? I will tell you what since you don’t know how to ask me if I am married or might be available for an evening on the town like a respectable man would, I would other wise say no but Tonight I get off at Eight and have no plans call me at the front desk and don’t be late!
Wow I know I was a little rude in how I asked but she did not have to say it like I was a Rude arrogant little boy!
Oh Well I got a date and Wow if I can get her in to bed later she will see what a real man is!
After she left I looked at my order and was a little up set, The food was cold and over cooked! So I called the front desk and said I was very disappointed with the food and would like to return it! “Really I just wanted another look at Room service!”
Sure enough Elizibeth was back at my door and listened to my comments about the food and told me she would get a new order made for me and be back in about a half hour! “
While I waited I ran to the phone book to find a nice Restaurant and Night club in the area!
Elizibeth was back with my order and I tipped her with twenty percent and said thank you! She told me I was welcome and remember Eight o’clock and don’t be late!
I laid down for just a quick nap and suddenly it was 7:30 I had to shower and get ready it was 8:05 when I got down stairs and she was standing there waiting.
She looked at her watch and ask what time was it? I told her what happened and she told me we could talk about it later!
I told her I wanted to go to Gallagers  in the New York,New York but she said she wanted to do some thing different there was a Art show at the Bellagio and they were serving a dinner after!
That sounded great until I found out it was a $250 a plate fund raiser and I was paying! She told me this is where I find out what it was going to cost me for a night on the Town with her!
I grumbled and made little singles about any and everything all during the show and dinner!A couple times I could tell I had embarrassed her and she was looking very up set!
After the show while we were leaving she stopped me and said she was very disappointed in how I acted and was going home!
I appoligised many times and asked her to forgive me! She told me I act like a spoiled child and she had hoped for a nice evening and wanted to go to the lounge and have a couple drinks and talk about our interests.
Again I continued to appoligise and she told me, She would agree to spend the evening with me but we would be going to her place instead but I had to do what ever she asked me ! “OK” This tall beautiful woman who I treated like a high priced hooker and I acted like a rude spoiled child now wanted to take me home”
She told me as we walked to her Apartment that if I did not do as she asked and started arguing I would be asked to leave!
I agreed all to quickly “Oh Boy you are getting lucky tonight!”
she had a very nice suite on the 45th floor and I was at a loss for how a person who delivers room service could afford this place!
She could see and read the look on my face and told me to have a seat in the living room while she freshened up and got comfortable!
while she was gone I found the bar and helped myself to some Johnny Walker Blue and looked around!
She startled me as she walked in to the room with a dark robe on and heels!
She told me to get my things and leave! I asked why?
She asked me what did I say to do while I was changing? To have a seat and wait for her to freshen up!
So why are you not sitting on the couch and who told you to help your self to a drink?
I thought “No you did not think you have not thought about how you behave and what your comments and actions are doing to those around you!
Now please put my glass down get your jacket and leave!
I did just what she asked, All night I thought about how I had behaved and how totally right she was!
I guess all I could think of was her she put me in my place and told me very clearly I needed to grow up in a nice way!
The next morning I asked if she was working and was told she would not be in until the next day!
I could not wait I had to see her and I had to beg her forgiveness!
I knew where she lived so I had a choice go over to her apartment or wait till she returned to work!
As much as I knew I should wait I had to do some thing so I asked if there were any social events going on around town tonight and the concierge told me he knew Elizibeth and she would want to go to the SPCA fund raiser to support the local animal shelter!
Tickets were $500.00 plus there would be an auction after of a Painting by Jean Batzell Fitzgerald
I had to think all I had would be spent if I went and to try to bid on a painting was not in the pocket book for me!
But I said Ok I will take the tickets and see if she would agree to try again!
I got to her place with a dozen Rose’s and knocked on her door!
I heard some rustling but no one answered the door so I knocked again and she asked what I wanted?
Only a minute of your time and then I will leave if you ask me too!
Elizibeth opened the door and I handed her the roses and told her how sorry I was that I thought about how i had treated her and also how I acted and told her she was right!
I told her I had tickets to the fund raiser and would like to try again to make amends.
I could she the sparkle in her eyes but she told me I would need to be disciplined for last night and unless i agreed i should just leave right now and never return!
I told her any thing Please just forgive me!
she told me to come in and she would see how I acted and did what i was told this time!
I sat down and she laid it out I was going to be Spanked just like the spoiled little boy I acted like last night!
I would have my pants taken down and put over her knee and spanked with her Hair brush and then afterwards I would be bent over the back of her couch and Caned 24 times for not doing as I was told last night at her apartment!
I chuckled a little but then seen she was serious and I had the choice to make at the moment!
I agreed and she told me to go in to the bathroom at the end of the hall take off all my cloths and put on the robe hanging on the hook!
I returned to her and she was seated in the chair next to the couch1
She told me to go to her dining room and return with one of the straight back chairs! I was mortified but did as she asked!
after setting it down in the middle of the room she pointed to a corner and said to stand there till she returned and I had better not move or take my nose out of that corner before she got back or told me to move!
The wait was agonizingly long it seemed but then I felt her take hold of my ear and lead me over to the chair!
I was told to take the robe off and set it on the chair neatly!
She sat down and I was then put over her knee!
She said under normal circumstances I would get a warm up but this was not going to be normal!
That Hair brush landed with a crack that I was sure everyone for six floors up or down could hear and before I even got one cry out she had two more strikes in! I was stunned but she was only getting started and continued for “Well I really don’t know how long but  I was begging and pleading for my life and when I went limp all I can say is she had her hand on my back rubbing it saying she was done and I could get up now!
I was told to go back to the corner and she would return in a moment!
I would not of moved for my life! when she got back she asked if I needed to use the restroom and if so go now and return immediately after!
As much as I was not in a hurry I did!
She was standing behind the couch with a large cane and told me to come over and lay over the back!
I did and she said I would get the 24 and at no time was I to stand or reach back!
If I did that one would not count and if I was told more the three times I was to leave and not return!
I had never been Caned Or Spanked for that matter!
But I thought that Hair Brush hurt, the first stroke was like a shot of electricity shooting up to my brain from the pain I shot straight up and she said that was one and it does not count assume the position or leave now!
Over I went the next twelve were so bad but I stayed down, I don’t know if she made thirteen to make me stand or it was the first one across the upper thighs but Up I went!
Thats Two! was all she said!
I went back over and how I got to twenty was a loss to me!
she said Four more and remember if you stand one more time you will get dressed and leave!
I begged her to stop that I learned from my lesson!
She told me “I would not respect her if she did not finish and she would not be a Strict Disciplinarian if she let me off!
She gave me the next two that i swear I seen Lightening then she made a criss cross over the twenty two and was done!
She patted my back and told me to stay bend over!
I was thinking she was going to do more but then she was rubbing in some cool moist cream and told me to just relax and when she is done I could get up!
After we sat down “It was non to easy for me” we talked about what she did and I found out she was a Professional Life coach and Disciplinarian!
So that was how she could afford the apartment but she needed a full time job also as it in its self did not pay the bills.
I told her I was a CEO for a large accounting firm and I needed to hear what she told me!
We went out that night and she bid on the Painting the bidding topped what she had to bid so I told her I would help in the bidding she won it and it only cost me $100.00
She told me she would be in Hawaii in two months and wanted to get together! Then said “She needed to reaffirm my need to be Disciplined and Properly Thanked for her Painting”
Mar 282014
 
Readers,
Enjoy this fun entry to the Future Spank contest – I did!
-  Dana
By 2,500 A.D. men had turned our planet into a state of constant warfare.  Young men were taken from their families at the age of 6 and raised by the state where they were taught sports and activities designed to enhance military skills.  By the time they were 16 they were conscripted into the military where they lived in barracks and remained soldiers until they were 62.  Fossil fuels were being rationed and renewable energy proved to be a boondoggle and couldn’t be sustained without government subsidies.  Our planet had entered another mini ice age similar to the period when General Washington wintered over at Valley Forge during the American Revolution.  Because of the colder climate we weren’t able to grow as much food and the world population decreased.  Just the opposite of what happened during the medieval period of global warming when Greenland was green and the warm climate allowed a surplus of food to be produced and the world’s population increased.

My name is Boudice and I was able to unite the women of our area with a vision of a better future.  Our borders were secure and there was no need to expand.  My plan was to submit the men to my vision of peace.  I organized the women to withhold sex with their mates until they submitted to our two demands; the end of warfare and election of women to political power.  Over the next years voters realized that women made the best political leaders and we were in total charge of our government.  Men became submissive to women and wars stopped.

That is about the time I discovered an old manuscript from the early 1900’s written by Dorothy Spencer.  She was a leading authority on marital harmony and the lost art of spanking.  She advocated that couples agree to spankings to clear the air.  The spanking would sincerely benefit the party at fault and not lead to dangerous quarrels- when the spanking is over the situation is resolved.  According to her plan revenge, oppression, force, and violence are omitted.  The idea is to administer punishment and avoid arguments that can lead to divorce court.  The plan calls for willful submission to a cooperative system of beneficial discipline.  Spankings should never be administered in anger and men are to be spanked with wooden paddles.  Punishments were to be painful so that the man being spanked would not want to repeat the experience.

The Spencer spanking plan was written into our law codes.  Every willing woman was issued a Spencer style spanking paddle with the authority to apply it to any adult male exhibiting aggressive behavior.  Tracking devices were inserted in the forearms of all males when they reached their 18th birthday.  Any man committing even minor acts of aggression if confronted by a paddle carrying disciplinarian was immediately identified by his tracking device and could choose either jail time or an immediate pants down paddling.  Most men avoided these public paddlings; but, a few seemed to have a strange need for an occasional spanking. They didn’t seem to enjoy the actual spanking but always returned for more  You could tell from their expressions that the spankings were painful but they apparently received some release from the pressures of the day after they were allowed to pull up their pants and continue on their way.

Today on my way home from the government health club I stopped by a food outlet and the young man in front of me argued about his ration card with the government service agent.  I grabbed him by his ear, lowered his pants and briefs to around his knees, bent him over the counter, announced that he would receive 10 spanks for his rude aggressive behavior, and told him that if he didn’t stay in position I would start my count again.  When I finished this 20 year old man was crying uncontrollably and his entire bottom was one bright red welt.  You could make out the imprint of the holes from my paddle!  I don’t think he was one of the men who has a strange need for an occasional paddling.

Now a little more about me.  I am a 35 years old 5′ 11″ tall and an avid body builder.  I have very little body fat due to daily workouts and diet.  These attributes aided me with my leadership during the revolutionary changes in our society.  As one of five Directors and a member of the Senate I wield much political power.  I have a civil union agreement with my mate Eric.  He is very fit like me and a type A male.  Because of this he feels the sting of my paddle about three times a month.  He hates these paddlings as much as I enjoy giving them.

It was brought to my attention that he was involved in an altercation over sharing Nautilus equipment at our government run health center.  When I returned to our housing pod without changing out of my skin tight yoga pants I put a straight backed chair in the middle of our bedroom and laid my Spencer paddle on the chair.  When Eric arrived home I greeted him with a passionate kiss on his mouth and told him to meet me in our bedroom.  When he came into the bedroom I slapped his face, sit in the chair with the paddle on my lap, and ordered him to strip and get over my knee.  I raised the paddle high in the air above my head and brought it down across the middle of his bottom with a snap of my wrist leaving a perfect imprint of my paddle across his bottom as he left out a gasp.  The second spank was just below the first and just as hard leaving another perfect imprint.  Next I started alternating from cheek to cheek as he cried, begged, kicked, squirmed, and danced over my lap.  He likes no part of being draped over my lovely lap.  Twenty-five spanks later his bottom was bright red, his eyes were blood shot and puffy, and tears were running down his face.  When I allowed him off of my lap to do his spanking dance around our room I smiled and felt a feeling of power.  When he finally calmed down I gave him another passionate kiss on his mouth.

Men have learned not to be submissive and not aggressive and warfare is a thing of the past under our new regime.

Mar 192014
 
The Future Spank contest really revved some imaginations. Here’s another fun one, called ‘A New Beginning’.
- Dana
A New Beginning
By 2,500 A.D. men had turned our planet into a state of constant warfare.  Young men were taken from their families at the age of 6 and raised by the state where they were taught sports and activities designed to enhance military skills.  By the time they were 16 they were conscripted into the military where they lived in barracks and remained soldiers until they were 62.  Fossil fuels were being rationed and renewable energy proved to be a boondoggle and couldn’t be sustained without government subsidies.  Our planet had entered another mini ice age similar to the period when General Washington wintered over at Valley Forge during the American Revolution.  Because of the colder climate we weren’t able to grow as much food and the world population decreased.  Just the opposite of what happened during the medieval period of global warming when Greenland was green and the warm climate allowed a surplus of food to be produced and the world’s population increased.

My name is Boudice and I was able to unite the women of our area with a vision of a better future.  Our borders were secure and there was no need to expand.  My plan was to submit the men to my vision of peace.  I organized the women to withhold sex with their mates until they submitted to our two demands; the end of warfare and election of women to political power.  Over the next years voters realized that women made the best political leaders and we were in total charge of our government.  Men became submissive to women and wars stopped.

That is about the time I discovered an old manuscript from the early 1900’s written by Dorothy Spencer.  She was a leading authority on marital harmony and the lost art of spanking.  She advocated that couples agree to spankings to clear the air.  The spanking would sincerely benefit the party at fault and not lead to dangerous quarrels- when the spanking is over the situation is resolved.  According to her plan revenge, oppression, force, and violence are omitted.  The idea is to administer punishment and avoid arguments that can lead to divorce court.  The plan calls for willful submission to a cooperative system of beneficial discipline.  Spankings should never be administered in anger and men are to be spanked with wooden paddles.  Punishments were to be painful so that the man being spanked would not want to repeat the experience.

The Spencer spanking plan was written into our law codes.  Every willing woman was issued a Spencer style spanking paddle with the authority to apply it to any adult male exhibiting aggressive behavior.  Tracking devices were inserted in the forearms of all males when they reached their 18th birthday.  Any man committing even minor acts of aggression if confronted by a paddle carrying disciplinarian was immediately identified by his tracking device and could choose either jail time or an immediate pants down paddling.  Most men avoided these public paddlings; but, a few seemed to have a strange need for an occasional spanking. They didn’t seem to enjoy the actual spanking but always returned for more  You could tell from their expressions that the spankings were painful but they apparently received some release from the pressures of the day after they were allowed to pull up their pants and continue on their way.

Today on my way home from the government health club I stopped by a food outlet and the young man in front of me argued about his ration card with the government service agent.  I grabbed him by his ear, lowered his pants and briefs to around his knees, bent him over the counter, announced that he would receive 10 spanks for his rude aggressive behavior, and told him that if he didn’t stay in position I would start my count again.  When I finished this 20 year old man was crying uncontrollably and his entire bottom was one bright red welt.  You could make out the imprint of the holes from my paddle!  I don’t think he was one of the men who has a strange need for an occasional paddling.

Now a little more about me.  I am a 35 years old 5′ 11″ tall and an avid body builder.  I have very little body fat due to daily workouts and diet.  These attributes aided me with my leadership during the revolutionary changes in our society.  As one of five Directors and a member of the Senate I wield much political power.  I have a civil union agreement with my mate Eric.  He is very fit like me and a type A male.  Because of this he feels the sting of my paddle about three times a month.  He hates these paddlings as much as I enjoy giving them.

It was brought to my attention that he was involved in an altercation over sharing Nautilus equipment at our government run health center.  When I returned to our housing pod without changing out of my skin tight yoga pants I put a straight backed chair in the middle of our bedroom and laid my Spencer paddle on the chair.  When Eric arrived home I greeted him with a passionate kiss on his mouth and told him to meet me in our bedroom.  When he came into the bedroom I slapped his face, sit in the chair with the paddle on my lap, and ordered him to strip and get over my knee.  I raised the paddle high in the air above my head and brought it down across the middle of his bottom with a snap of my wrist leaving a perfect imprint of my paddle across his bottom as he left out a gasp.  The second spank was just below the first and just as hard leaving another perfect imprint.  Next I started alternating from cheek to cheek as he cried, begged, kicked, squirmed, and danced over my lap.  He likes no part of being draped over my lovely lap.  Twenty-five spanks later his bottom was bright red, his eyes were blood shot and puffy, and tears were running down his face.  When I allowed him off of my lap to do his spanking dance around our room I smiled and felt a feeling of power.  When he finally calmed down I gave him another passionate kiss on his mouth.

Men have learned not to be submissive and not aggressive and warfare is a thing of the past under our new regime.

Mar 132014
 

‘Disengaging Autodrive’ is just another example of the creativity of spanko minds at work in the Future Spank story contest. Enjoy!

- Dana

Disengaging Autodrive
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Jeff Miller was the kind of self-absorbed jerk that gets promoted to Vice-President just a little too quickly. He stood at the point in his office where the south and the west windows intersected and looked far down to the roof of the executive parking structure, his eyes fixed on a single vehicle parked there. He had parked on the roof instead of in the covered parking this morning so that he could observe his new Nikola sportscar from a new angle several times throughout the day. The sun in the west window was almost parallel to the floor now, and it was Friday, and it was time to go.

The Nikola was a purchase that people like Jeff made when they wanted to show off. It was beautifully put together and very powerful, but it was also three times the price of the sweatshop-made warehouse-club cars that most people used, barely any bigger, and only slightly more comfortable. For all the power that the Nikola had, it was a slave to the ubiquitous autodrive feature that guided every car on the road to its destination, which meant that it didn’t actually arrive any faster than the cheapest plastic bubble on the road. But it was beautiful, and sitting in one told the world that you had more money than them, which is why Jeff had to have one.

On the ride this morning, the Nikola’s autodrive had moved him efficiently from home to work while Jeff had used the heads-up display to read some messages, surf the web, watch the news, and make some video calls. He hadn’t even touched the Nikola’s steering wheel nor any of the pedals. As he slid into the soft leather seat of the Nikola for his evening commute he instructed the car, “Nikola, take me home.”

“Destination set: home. Enjoy your ride,” replied the car.

Before the car had started, Jeff blurted out, “Wait. Screw it. Disengage autodrive.” A small smile spread across Jeff’s lips.

“Command not understood.”

“Nikola, Disengage autodrive.” Jeff’s smile faded.

“Are you sure?” Asked the car.

“Dis-engage-auto-drive!” Jeff shouted.

The car began to display and read a section from it’s user manual, “Mandatory government warning: Since 2025, all vehicles have been fitted with mandatory autodrive capability for your safety and efficiency. Disabling autodrive is highly discouraged and is for emergency use only. A $20 per mile tax will be assessed upon vehicles driving without autodrive to compensate the victims of road accidents. User is solely responsible for all traffic violations incurred while driving without autodrive. To continue to disengage autodrive, you must digitally sign a waiver by scanning your thumb on the fingerprint reader. Continue?”

Jeff’s smile was gone and he muttered something about the “bloody nanny state” under his breath. He swiped his thumb across the fingerprint reader and a moment later a small whirring sound announced the appearance of the steering wheel and pedals from a hiding place behind the dashboard. He flicked the start button, tapped the Nikola into forward gear, and eased silently out of the parking lot.

In his college days, Jeff drove one of the last gas-powered sportscars made, too old to be fitted with autodrive, and too much fun. He got his fair share of speeding tickets too, and under the government’s financial-means-tested penalty policy, when he was a college student he didn’t make enough money to be assessed a financial penalty. Not being assessed a penalty didn’t mean getting off lightly though.

When the government first introduced a financial-means-tested sliding scale of financial penalties for misdemeanors based on people’s ability to pay, there was a huge complaint from the middle classes. Average people’s nest-eggs for vacations and bigger TVs were eaten away by fines, whereas college students with no assets and little income got small fines or no fines at all. College students started to commit misdemeanors for fun knowing that they would not have to pay a fine for it. Something had to be done. A year later, the so-called ‘spanking bill’ passed through the government easily.

The government’s spanking bill meant that those who were getting away without paying a fine would now be physically punished instead. It was usually 12 strokes of an 8mm diameter, meter-long synthetic cane. Rather than having a sweaty police officer haphazardly striking the offenders, a spanking robot was developed that could clinically strike the offender’s bottom, with equal force in each stroke, and place the strokes parallel and slightly separated so as not to overlap the strokes. A room in the police station was used for the canings, and a police officer was present in case of a machine malfunction.

Jeff had received about 10 canings over the course of his college career, more than anyone he knew. The first ones were pretty scary, but after a while he realized that the canings weren’t that bad; the pain went away with aspirin and beer, and the marks went away after a few days. He even played “naughty speeder and angry police officer” with his college girlfriend from time to time and thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving end of the inevitable spanking, but he was too stupid at the time to keep her as his girlfriend. Once he had graduated from college, he cleaned up his act and got a real job, he was assessed a few financial penalties for speeding, but then he replaced his old gas-guzzler with an electric autodrive car and never received a ticket after that.

Tonight, the fun was back. With the autodrive disengaged and Jeff at the wheel of the powerful Nikola, he surged past clusters of autodrive cars causing them to move erratically as they adjusted their trajectories for the single non-autodrive car around them, awakening their drivers or interrupting their entertainment. At some point in Jeff’s journey, a yellow light illuminated on the Nikola’s dashboard, indicating that he was exceeding the speed limit, but Jeff knew this section of freeway and knew that they had taken down the speed cameras years ago, and that it wouldn’t have a motorcycle patrol on it unless there was an accident. Besides, with his new salary, he knew he could easily afford whatever financial penalty that might be assessed for a speeding ticket.

As soon as Jeff arrived home and put the Nikola into park, he accepted an incoming video call on the Nikola’s heads-up display. It was the image of a female police officer, about his age, attractive, and somehow familiar. “This is officer Kane from the city police. Jeff Miller, your vehicle has reported that you have exceeded the speed limit at mile marker 217 of the President Wendy Davis Memorial Freeway at 6:15PM tonight, Friday the 23rd of March. Do you wish to contest the ticket?”

“Rat Bastard,” thought Jeff to himself – he had been turned in by his own car! There was no point in arguing, the police undoubtedly had all the evidence they needed from the Nikola’s telemetry. All that was left to do was to pay the fine. “No, Ma’am,” replied Jeff.

“Very well, report to the police station in precinct 7 immediately. I’ll send the coordinates to your autodrive,” said the image of the woman.

Jeff thought this was all wrong. Normally when you get a fine you just put your thumb on the fingerprint reader and pay it from your vehicle. Why did he need to go to the station? “Officer Kane, how much is the means-tested penalty for this offense? I’ll happily pay it by thumbprint right here on my dashboard,” said Jeff.

“The penalty is 18 strokes of a 12mm diameter, 1 meter synthetic cane. Report to the police station immediately. Officer Kane out.” The image disappeared.

Jeff’s mind raced. How could this be? Then it dawned on him, when means-tested financial penalties were introduced, there was a public outcry when financial penalties were being assessed on people with high salaries that were more costly than the cars the offenses were being committed in. The government’s spanking bill had both a lower salary limit and an upper salary limit, and his new salary put him above the limit. As he re-engaged the autodrive, the Nikola’s steering wheel retreated into the dashboard as if it had taken a cold shower.

Officer Kane was waiting on the steps of the police station as Jeff pulled up, having been alerted of Jeff’s arrival by the Nikola’s telemetry. Jeff got out of the car and instructed it to find the nearest available parking. Officer Kane was an amazing sight with her dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and muscular body displayed beautifully in her aerodynamic skin-tight motorcycle officer’s uniform. She was also taller than Jeff due to the tall stiletto heels on her boots that engage into the motorcycle’s safety system.

“Nice outfit,” said Jeff. “Do I know you?”

“Nice car,” replied officer Kane. “You’d better hope not.”

“Can I take you for a ride later?” Asked Jeff.

“You’re going to be taking a serious caning, Mr Miller. You’re not going to want to ride anything afterwards. Let’s go inside,” and with that, Officer Kane led Jeff into the punishment room that was just off the station lobby.

The punishment room was similar to the ones Jeff remembered from his college days, simply furnished with a punishment frame in the center, a punishment robot just off to the side of the frame, a coatrack, and a selection of canes on the wall, with the 12mm one being the thickest.

“Remove all your clothing and place it on the coatrack,” instructed Officer Kane, “and scan your thumb over the punishment docket.” Jeff did as he was told. Officer Kane then led Jeff over to the punishment frame and secured the straps for his wrists, upper arms, waist, upper thighs, and ankles. No movement was possible, ensuring an accurate, safe and even set of stripes from the punishment robot. Officer Kane loaded the 12mm cane into the punishment robot and gave it a fearsome-sounding test ‘swoosh’ before locking the robot in position.

Officer Kane stood in front of the punishment frame, face to face with Jeff. “Jeff Miller, you have been sentenced to 18 strokes of the 12mm diameter cane for the offenses listed in the punishment docket. You have declined a court trial. Your punishment begins now,” said officer Kane dispassionately, and then she lifted the safety cover on the spanking robot master control, dialled in 18 strokes, flicked the start button, and returned to the front of the spanking frame so she could study Jeff’s face.

The first stroke exploded on to Jeff’s backside, near the top of his buttocks. He yelled out in pain for a short moment until the second stroke landed just a little below the first. He was preoccupied with his pain but briefly noticed officer Kane studying his face intently. The third and fourth strokes elicited loud grunts from Jeff. The fifth stroke surprised him, despite being perfectly aimed and timed by the punishment robot, and he opened his eyes to notice that officer Kane was no longer standing in front of him. The sixth stroke landed and made him gasp, and then he heard a small click. The seventh stroke was late.

“Machine malfunction,” announced Officer Kane. “I’m going to have to complete the punishment manually.” Jeff heard the sound of the cane being removed from the punishment robot. “I’ll just move the punishment robot out of the way, after all, I need my space,” said officer Kane with a slightly sarcastic tone.

It was in that moment that Jeff realized where he recognized Officer Kane from. The words, “I need my space” were the last words that Jeff had texted to his college girlfriend. They were both older, and she had been working out, and had changed her hair, and was using a married name, and was taller in stiletto boots than the flats she wore in college, but it was definitely her. And he knew the rest of his punishment wasn’t going to be any easier.

“Disengaging the autodrive? Mr Miller, you should know better.” With that came three quick strikes from the cane, perfectly landing below the other ones, and if anything they were harder than the ones the robot had delivered. “Did you know you could have killed someone?” chided Officer Kane, before delivering three hard strokes right on top of one another in the crease between his buttocks and upper thighs that bruised almost immediately.

 

Jeff let out a yell and then grunted a “No Ma’am” as best he could. He was sweating hard.

“Six more,” announced officer Kane, “Did you know you’d be punished?” She landed three hard ones barely a second apart across the tops of his thighs creating three more bright stripes.

 

Jeff struggled against the restraints and then succumbed, grunting a further “No Ma’am”.

“Did you know that I have punishment duty on Mondays and Fridays?” Asked officer Kane, before delivering the last three strokes at an angle, intersecting several of the stripes on the fleshy part of his buttocks and causing him to squeal in pain.

 

“No Ma’am, but I do now” replied Jeff. Jeff relaxed a little against the restraints and unclenched his buttocks, exhausted from the ordeal. Then he heard a couple of quick footsteps behind him and felt an immense pain squarely across his backside and extending around his side as the tip of the cane wrapped around and struck his hip. Jeff yelled out as a piece of the synthetic cane snapped off and hit the wall. Officer Kane had used all her strength for that 19th stroke, and had surprised herself a little by breaking one of the so-called “unbreakable” canes.

 

“That one’s from me. Now get out of here,” said officer Kane as she undid the straps, “and you’d better hope you don’t get another punishment from me.”

While Jeff was dressing, he noticed that the spanking robot looked fine, other than that the emergency stop had been depressed. He thanked Officer Kane, gingerly walked out of the station, called the Nikola over to the station steps, and let the autodrive take him home while he lay face-down across the back seat.

Over the course of the weekend, and with the help of some aspirin and good whisky, Jeff’s pain subsided to a dull glow and he felt rather good about the incident. So much so in fact, that the following Monday evening Jeff left work as the sun was setting, disengaged the autodrive on his Nikola, joined the freeway, and pressed the accelerator down until the yellow light came on.