It had been nearly a week since Sandra had her second court ordered punishment for reckless driving. The bruises on her bottom were nearly healed. Sandra could finally wear panties comfortably again. Her back to school days as a teacher were a week away and there was no contact from Marilyn, her lawyer, who schedules and administers the punishment. Nor had there been any contact from the mysterious Agent Sorensen, who called her at the end of her second punishment. Sandra played with the QR code tag on her collar. She had grown fond of wearing it, she almost felt a sense of mourning knowing it would be taken off soon.
Given Sandra lived alone, she opted to be naked. In the last week, she had masturbated more times than she could remember. She would often push in the five inch butt plug into her bottom and see she how long she could wear it. Her record was three hours. Sandra didn’t know if this was a long time, but she was proud of her butt plug wearing accomplishment.
There was a knock on her apartment door. Using the peephole in the door, Sandra peered through the hole. It was Marilyn. Sandra thought about putting clothes on but Marilyn had literally spanked her twice, so Sandra saw little point in trying to be modest. Sandra opened the door.
‘Marilyn! To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Inquired Sandra.
Marilyn was wearing black jeans, which almost disappointed Sandra as last time Marilyn was in black leather pants, and black and white dot 3/4 length t-shirt, which hugged her chest very well.
‘It is time to finish paying your debt to society. We are going to the correction facility now. Let’s go!’ said Marilyn as she reached for Sandra’s arm.
‘Wait! I’m naked! Can’t I put some clothes on?’ Questioned Sandra
‘Are you getting mouthy with me? I can tell the judge you are not obeying and he will sentence you to jail,’ Marilyn said rebuking Sandra.
‘I’ll…be…good…’ Sandra said, realizing what was about to happen.
Marilyn pulled a set of handcuffs from her purse and handcuffed Sandra’s hands behind her. Next, Marilyn produced a ball gag. Sandra gave Marilyn the puppy dog eyes, but it was of no use.
‘We had some noise complaints last time, Sandra,’ Marilyn said as she put the gag into Sandra’s mouth.
Sandra’s jaw was forced open, not a huge amount, but it was uncomfortable. What was worse was the drool that quickly dropped from her mouth.
Next, Marilyn produced a ten foot rope. She looped it around Sandra’s collar and tied a knot. Marilyn felt exposed, on display, humiliated and small. But her nipples hardened and she could fell the dampness between her legs building. She groaned into the gag. Marilyn tugged on the leash as she started to walk down the hall. Sandra hoped her neighbors weren’t going to see her or she didn’t see anyone she knew on the walk to the correction facility.
As Marilyn led Sandra through the streets of the city, people gawked, stared. Sandra heard various degrading comments. About her tits, pussy, ass. That she was a naughty girl. That she needed to be punished. Each humiliating comment sent a bolt of electricity through her skin. After about ten minutes of walking, they arrived at the correction facility. Outside the building was the newly constructed wooden pillory. In the pillory was some poor woman, who was naked. There was a countdown timer above her head, and it read four hours, thirty-two minutes, and twelve seconds. Sandra gave Marilyn a worried look.
‘Don’t worry, Sandra. That won’t be you. That unfortunate person violated the court’s order for punishments,’ said Marilyn.
As they got closer to the pillory, they were able to see the woman’s severely punished bottom. Cane marks crossed her bottom and the backs of her thighs. A ring gag was in her mouth, causing her to drool even more than Sandra and weighted nipple clamps hung from her small tits. People from the crowd would randomly go up to her and take selfies, rub her tits or pussy.
‘At the two-hour mark, a machine will be brought out. I guess the best way to explain it is as a fuck machine. Her ass will be fucked for thirty minutes. After which, a second machine will be used to fuck her mouth for another thirty minutes,’ Marilyn explained.
It dawned on Sandra, who couldn’t take her eyes off the woman in the pillory, that this could happen to Marilyn. The phone call from agent Sorensen jumped to her mind, Soon, Marilyn was tugging in the leash and was leading Sandra up the steps of the correction facility. At least Sandra wouldn’t have to strip in the lobby this time, she found that to be the worst part.
They entered the building and a very attractive female guard scanned Sandra’s QR tag on her collar.
‘Oh, you’ll finally be a good girl again after this punishment,’ the female guard said.
Sandra gave a nod, causing drool to fall from her mouth. Drool streaked from her mouth and chin, down her chest to her pussy.
Marilyn pulled on the leash and they went through the familiar double doors to find their room for Sandra’s punishment. When they entered the room, there was a paddle, belt and cane waiting on the table. There was no spanking chair, instead, there was a spanking bench.
‘Your last punishment will be the most intense. You’ll probably have marks for a few weeks, but nothing that won’t heal. I’m going to cane your tits first,’ Marilyn said in a businesslike fashion.
Sandra bit down on the gag, she was still handcuffed. There was nothing she could do. Marilyn was already picking up the cane and taking practice swings with it. It made was whooshing noise as it passed through the air. Marilyn tapped the cane across Sandra’s tits, and gave her five cracks of the cane. Sandra's screams were muffled by the gag, she felt lines of fire on her tits. Angry, red lines appeared quickly on her tits. Each line seemed to be raised. The pain was intense. As she was processing all of this, Marilyn on landed five more strokes of the cane. Sandra’s chest burned. She was already close to tears.
‘Wearing a shirt, let alone a bra, will be difficult for sometime, Sandra. Let this be a reminder to you, to remember what happens when you break the law! Now get over the spanking bench!’ barked Marilyn.