It had been three days since Sandra had her first punishment at the correction facility. Her bottom was sore for the first day. Days later a hint of redness from the spanking she took from Marilyn, who was also her lawyer, was still visible. Sandra walked around her apartment in an oversized white t shirt, with no bra or panties. She was enjoying the unintended effects of her punishment. The court mandated collar was still safely secured to her neck. Over the last three days she had masturbated to the events of the day countless times. Sandra sipped on a cup of coffee lost in her thoughts when her cell phone buzzed bringing her back to reality. She looked at the caller ID. It was Marilyn.
‘Hello,’ said Sandra as she picked up the phone.
‘Sandra, it’s Marilyn. I’ve scheduled your next punishment to be tomorrow. 9AM at the correction facility. I’ll be administering your punishment again. As this is your second of three court ordered punishments, it will be longer and more intense than your first one. Do you have any questions?’
‘What do you mean longer? How could it be more intense?’ asked Sandra.
‘Have you forgotten the court said your tits and pussy can also be punished? Or that clamps can be applied to your tits? Or that you could be forced to have a plug in your bottom?’ said Marilyn.
Sandra gulped. She kinda zoned out while the judge sentenced her. Suddenly, she was nervous. She had never worn nipple clamps and while she tried anal sex with a boyfriend once, she didn’t particularly enjoy it.
‘Listen, you said you wanted this ordeal over with before the new school year happened. So I’ve expedited your punishments. Unless you want to do back to school night in that collar you’re wearing,’ Marilyn added in, it seemed like she was enjoying this just a little too much.
The thought of having to wear a collar to school, in front of her students, parents, filled her with dread. Suddenly, the collar felt very heavy. She tugged at it, hoping it would suddenly disappear.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow at 9, Marilyn. Thanks, I think,’ Sandra said, a mix of fear and anticipation filling her voice.
Sandra spent the rest of the day in a haze. She was anxious. She worried what Marilyn had in store for her. Sandra realized more than her bottom would be sore very soon.
****************THE NEXT MORNING, 8:30AM*****************
Sandra stood at the steps of the correction facility. She wore a knee length black skirt and a red tank top. She skipped the bra and panties. She figured there was no point as she was be naked most of the day and not wearing a bra and panties might make the trip back home more bearable. She swallowed hard and walked up the steps. She knew she was early, but she wanted to get it over with. She opened the door and saw the familiar plastic bins for her clothes and the sign instructing her to strip. In almost a trance like state, she unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor. She stepped out of it. She was glad the bikini wax from over a week ago still looked fresh. She pulled her tank top over her head. She quickly deposited her clothes into the bin.
Like her previous visit, a male guard appeared from the double doors. He held a collar scanner in his hand. Without his eyes looking at her naked body, he scanned the qr code on Sandra’s collar.
‘You’re early,’ he said. She could smell the bad coffee on his breath. ‘Go stand in the corner, with your hands behind your back until it’s your time to be punished,’ he added on. There was a sense he was annoyed at Sandra’s early arrival. Like somehow she was giving him more work.
Sandra obediently complied. She walked, naked, to the corner of the lobby and placed her hands behind her back. She had no choice but to stare at the wall. The eggshell white paint was smooth. She felt completely on display. It was as if her hearing was magnified. The noises of the lobby seemed to echo in her ears. She could hear those who were freshly punished sniffle and struggle as they got dressed. Sandra could hear the sorrow in the voices of those pleading to not to be stripped and punished. All the while, the ache in her pussy was building.
After what seemed to be an eternity, she heard, ‘Alright, it’s time,' and the same guard as before grabbed her arm and yanked her from the corner. Sandra nearly fell as she was caught off guard. She let her tits sway and bounce and he nearly dragged her down the hall with the familiar sounds of spankings in process. They soon arrived at the punishment room for her session. The guard opened the door and nearly pushed her in. Sandra stumbled in. Once again, Marilyn was there to punish her. Marilyn was dressed in black leather pants and a black tank to.
‘Are you ready to pay your debt to society, Sandra?’ asked Marilyn.
Sandra was still recovering from being shoved by the guard. All she could manage was a simple nod of the head.
‘Good, I have many more tools of correction this time. Of course, there is the brush paddle. But this time we also have a wooden paddle with holes, a flogger, clover clamps and a five inch plug. Which is yours to keep. Think of it as a souvenir,’ Marilyn said with a demure tone in her voice.
Marilyn sat on the same straight back chair as last time. ‘Sandra, you know the drill.’
Sandra meekly walked over to Marilyn and dutifully climbed over Sandra’s leather clad lap. Marilyn rubbed Sandra’s legs, causing Sandra to moan softly and spread her legs slightly. Marilyn let her fingers slowly explore Sandra’s bottom, tracing her fingers over Sandra’s skin. Marilyn found her way between Sandra’s legs, testing to see how Sandra would react to her touch. Marilyn found Sandra to be very aroused. Sandra’s pussy seemed to glisten in the light of the room.
Marilyn reached for the brush paddle and without warning spanked Sandra six times on each cheek. Sandra immediately kicked her legs, and tried to reach her hands back to protect her bottom. Marilyn quickly pinned Sandra’s hand down.