Amy’s Punishment

Amy, who was eighteen, slim, with long black hair with a fringe, had deliberately been caught stealing a very cheap item from the supermarket. To reduce the numbers sent to prison, the alternative to a prison sentence for convicts was to be sent to the local Discipline Centre to be caned on a caning machine.

Amy knew she was turned on when she fantasied about being spanked or caned, and so did the theft so openly that she had to be caught. She had never been spanked or caned but got sexually aroused every time she thought about it, so was really up to being caned and by much more than six-of-the-best.

Today was the day she had to attend the Discipline Centre. When she arrived, she saw how almost everyone else was dreading the punishment they were due to get, but Amy saw it as something she wanted to happen to her. She separately saw it as far better than going to prison, and the convict could choose this alternative three times, but the fourth offence still meant prison.

Amy knew to wear skimpy easily removable clothes so she wore a vest top, shorts, bra and knickers, and kick-off sandals. She knew that she would have to remove her shoes, shorts and knickers to be strapped to the caning machine.

Amy signed in at Reception and was sent to the waiting room. She only had to wait about five minutes before she was collected by a female guard to be taken to the Punishment Room, where she would be caned. The Officer addressed her as Convict 364 rather than by her name, which Amy saw as really putting her in her place as the lowly, perhaps even irrelevant convict that she was.

As she was escorted along the corridor, Amy forgot any concern she might have about how much the cane would hurt, but was quite taken with the rooms she had to walk past on the way.

She looked into one room and saw five women standing with their noses pressed against the wall, their hands on their heads, and were naked below their waist. She reckoned that they would be spanked afterwards. The next few rooms had a 'Spanking Room' sign with a number on the door. Amy knew that some crimes meant a spanking rather than the cane, but she had deliberately committed a crime that earned her the cane.

Amy even smirked as she walked past the spanking rooms, twenty of them, and heard what were obviously spanks coming from inside, followed by gasps. Amy knew each spanking would be carried out with a wooden-backed hairbrush, which she knew she would love to have happen to her, but she wanted to be caned even more.

Another room she passed had the door open, and she looked in and saw a caning table. She knew the choice was hers to be caned by a machine or by an Officer, but Amy wanted to be caned by a machine as being less personal and more painful. An Officer could be sympathetic, but a machine wouldn't be.

Amy also loved how other convicts were being led back to Reception, and they had red, tear-filled eyes and were still sniffing back those tears. Amy loved the thought of being made to cry, and really hoped that the thirty-six strokes she was due to receive would do just that. In fact, she reckoned that her knickers were already damp as she was feeling sexually aroused by what she was seeing and hearing as she was walked to her Punishment Room.

As they came up to Punishment Room 7, the Officer directed Amy towards the door, opened the door for her, and then followed her into the Punishment Room.

Amy looked around the room, but her eyes focused on the caning horse. She could see how she would be kneeling on the horse so that her wrists and ankles could be secured in place, with her bottom positioned in just the right position for the machine to land the cane strokes.

As soon as she was instructed to, Amy pushed her shorts and knickers down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on another table. She then went and knelt on the caning horse, as instructed by the Officer. She positioned her wrists very close to the leather cuffs that would secure them in place, and her ankles very close to the leather cuffs that would secure them in place. She then lay there, obediently, as the officer secured each of the wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as a leather strap around each upper thigh, and a final leather strap securing her waist.

Amy got more and more excited as she was being secured to the caning horse. She knew that she was hugely sexually aroused by the fantasy of it, so far, not the reality of it. She had built this up in her mind, and her desire for it was confirmed when she had taken her knickers off and realised that they were already damp with her sex juice.

All of a sudden, the computer screen, which was positioned so that she could see it from her position secured to the caning horse, lit up, and she saw two numbers. The first confirmed she was going to receive thirty-six strokes of the cane. The second stated that the level of severity of each stroke would be seven out of ten. She certainly knew what thirty-six strokes meant, but didn't know what the level of severity meant. However, she did get even more excited thinking about that.

It was quite noticeable that the Officer didn't give her notice of when the caning would start. However, Amy suddenly saw a third number on the screen, which was a ten, followed by a nine and then an eight, and she realised it was the countdown to the start of the caning.

Just a moment after Amy saw the zero, she heard a swishing sound, which had to be the cane, and then a loud thwack, which was then immediately followed by the pain cascading right across her bottom. She wasn't sure whether she let out a gasp but was pretty sure that she had done. Wow, she told herself, if that was the first stroke, she was really looking forward to the next thirty-five strokes.

Amy already knew that each stroke would land with just five second gaps between each one, that each stroke would be millimetres below the stroke before, and she was looking forward to seeing the tramlines as soon as she could look in a mirror afterwards.

As expected, after five seconds, the second stroke landed, and this time Amy could focus a bit more, and knew that she had gasped with the pain. As stroke after stroke continued to land, Amy saw the real benefit to her having such a consistent gap between each stroke. If the cane was given by an Officer, they might well give some shorter and some longer gaps, which, she reckoned, wouldn't let her enjoy the strokes quite so much. What would be worse, from Amy's point of view, would be if the Officer started to show some sympathy towards her, and, perhaps, made the strokes lighter. She certainly didn't want that.

What also helped Amy was that as each stroke landed, the number changed on the screen. As soon as that first stroke had landed, whilst she hadn't been overly aware of it, the number changed to a one. Then, after each stroke, the number changed so that she was kept fully informed of the number of strokes that she had received.

On and on the strokes landed, and whilst Amy knew she was giving out louder and louder gasps that soon turned into yelps, she was really pleased that she had manoeuvred being sent here to be punished. She realised that she was also pulling at the leather cuffs which were securing her wrists, but there was no movement there. She loved the fact that there was no way of avoiding a single stroke. She had no control, which she also found sexually exciting.

Amy just about saw the number twenty-four, but then realised that her vision was becoming blurred, which meant her eyes were filling with tears. She didn't have a problem with that, and, in fact, loved the fact because it did mean she wasn't able to cope with the cane strokes. Then, as she realised that she was letting out really loud yelps, she thought that would be fun for anyone walking past the door to hear her yelps and know a punishment was taking place inside the room.

When the cane stopped landing, Amy realised that she was disappointed. Mind you, she also realised that she was crying, so she wasn't disappointed about that.

As she lay on the caning horse, the Officer undid the leather cuffs and straps that were securing her in position, and as soon as that was done, she didn't wait at all before saying, "Up you get, convict 364, you need to go back to Reception and sign out."

When Amy heard the instruction, she carefully manoeuvred herself off the caning horse, but as soon as she was standing, she couldn't help herself but start to rub her stinging bottom and feel those welts.

Almost immediately, the Officer commanded, "There is no time for that, convict 364. Just put your knickers and shorts back on, so we can get going."

Being the true submissive, Amy did as she was told, still loving the fact that her bottom was stinging so much, as she eased her knickers and shorts back on, and then slipped her feet into her sandals.

The Officer then opened the door, pointed to the corridor, and Amy did as she was told and went out of the room, and waited for the Officer to close the door and then escort her back to the Reception area.

This time it was other convicts walking towards her who were looking at her and seeing her red eyes, and probably her tear-stained face. Amy didn't mind that, as she was one of the convicts who was happy to be there.

As soon as they got back to Reception, the Officer left Amy there, presumably going to the waiting room to collect another convict.

Amy had to sign a form confirming she had received the punishment, which she happily signed, before being told to leave.

Amy would have preferred to have been able to go to the toilet to inspect her bottom before leaving, but she was only a short bus ride away. She did smile to herself when the bus came, and she remained standing, knowing that it would be far too uncomfortable to sit down.

As soon as Amy got home, she kicked off her sandals and went straight to the bathroom. Once there, she immediately yanked her shorts and knickers down to her thighs, turned, and looked at her bottom in the mirror. She gasped with delight when she saw the tram lines that had been painted right across her bottom, although she was not able to count all thirty-six of them, because so many of them had merged. However, she knew from the computer screen that she had been given thirty-six strokes and was happy with that.

Amy also saw that she was smiling as she looked in the mirror. She had watched some caning videos online, and whenever she watched a woman being caned or whipped, and the woman was crying out during the punishment, it almost always ended with the woman smiling into the camera, and Amy could certainly understand now why that was the case. If you were sexually aroused by the submission, loss of control, and huge amount of pain, as she was, that was exactly what you would do.

The next thing that Amy did was push her shorts and knickers right down to the floor, stepped out of them but left them there, and then went to her bedroom. When there, she lay on her tummy on her bed, eased her hand underneath her tummy and down to her still very damp pussy lips. It took her just seconds to bring herself to a huge orgasm. It didn't end there, because she happily took longer to give herself a second huge orgasm.

As Amy lay on her bed, now with her hands gently rubbing her stinging bottom cheeks and feeling the welts, she did think over the whole experience. Her conclusion, reached within seconds, was that she was so delighted with the way things had gone. She also knew that she could commit two further offences and go back to be caned again. She had no doubt that she would be doing that.

What's more, Amy told herself that it really was the best sex she had ever had. After all, she saw having been caned as a sexual act, ending with two huge orgasms, and with the certainty of more orgasms when she woke up again.

As she fell asleep, she wondered what forty-eight strokes would feel like, as she was certain that she would work out how to earn them next time by stealing something more expensive, and fell asleep smiling about it.