Kathy, who was sixty, was walking down the road towards the discipline centre because of the violation she intentionally committed. Being punished at a discipline centre was something that she had fantasised about for so many years, and yet she had never once been spanked or caned, and throughout her life had been looked upon as a truly alpha female.
For years now, she would look at women she passed in the street or saw at the shops, and imagine herself being across their laps having her bare bottom spanked. She so wanted it to happen but had never come across anyone yet whom she felt comfortable enough to ask to spank her.
Kathy was an attractive woman, certainly with creased skin, a turkey neck, bat wings, and fleshy thighs. However, she still turned faces because of her looks.
Discipline Centres were now scattered around the country. When the authorities had to find ways to reduce the number of people in prison, that was when they were introduced. The authorities had announced that some crimes would no longer result in prison sentences but would result in receiving the cane or similar punishment as the incentive not to break the law. At least for the first offence.
Once that change in the method of punishing offenders came about, reports were seen in the press about offenders hating being sent to the discipline centres, but that got Kathy thinking about how that could be her way of experiencing exactly that type of punishment. Of course, she had the concern that being sent to a discipline centre had pretty much the same effect as a criminal record. However, she was about to retire and as it was stated that a criminal record for being sent to a punishment centre would be expunged after twenty-four months, she began to see that as a serious option.
Once she made her mind up Kathy generally carried out what she set about to do. In her private life, she gave up her time freely mainly for the good of the community, but that was another problem for her because if she did get a criminal record, that would then have an adverse effect on the good work she did for the community and was concerned that she would be prevented from sitting on all the local committees that she did, if it became publicly known locally that she had a criminal record.
Therefore, after spinning a story of needing to go abroad for a while, in fact, she moved to another area and that was where she set up her crime. She went into a shop and put into her bag just a small item, and deliberately got herself caught on the way out. She never intended to actually steal it and was always going to hand back the stolen item, but now that she was caught, she knew that she would be prosecuted. The prosecution led to a magistrate's hearing where she pleaded guilty, with the result being that she was ordered to be sent to the local discipline centre.
As was normal now under the new rules, Kathy was placed in handcuffs and taken by police van, driven by a stern-looking uniformed policewoman, directly to the discipline centre. Kathy had to admit that from the moment the handcuffs were put on she was both very tense but also very excited. She hadn't expected to be quite as excited as she was but felt quivers flying around her vulva as she sat in the back of the van, pretty much in a cage because she was looking out through bars at the back of the driver's head and the windscreen.
By the time they arrived at the discipline centre, Kathy knew that her knickers were actually damp with excitement, but also felt an element of humiliation as she was ordered out of the van and her upper arm was clasped firmly by the police officer as she was led into the discipline centre and along to Reception. Once they got to Reception, Kathy felt that the police officer spoke to the receptionist as though she wasn't there, which made her feel just like a piece of useless dirt, but even that turned her on.
The police officer handed a Punishment Form to the receptionist and then took the handcuffs off Kathy's wrists, and walked away still without even acknowledging Kathy's existence.
Once the police officer walked away, the receptionist took over in a particularly authoritative tone of voice. Kathy looked at the female receptionist, also dressed in uniform. She wore a name tag so Kathy knew her name was Officer Forest, and she seemed to her to be in her early twenties and was very much in charge. It brought to Kathy's mind her long held fantasy of being subject to the authority and even disciplinary control of someone pretty much Officer Forest's age. She was even hoping that the disciplinarian who would punish her would be her age, or even her.
Officer Forest asked Kathy for her name, she replied, "Kathy Johnson." Officer Forest saw the name matched with the name on the Punishment Form and entered the details on her computer, still hardly glancing at Kathy and certainly not speaking to her until she was finished and ordered, "That door over there is the changing room. You must get undressed and put on this gown," and she placed on the reception desk an orange gown which Kathy thought looked just like a prisoner's gown she had seen on so many TV shows and films.
Kathy picked up the gown, nodded, and was about to turn and leave when Officer Forest said in a very stern tone of voice, "You will always address any officer here including me as, 'Miss.' Any time you do not will add six strokes of the cane to your punishment."
As Officer Forest said that, Kathy immediately responded ever so obediently, "Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss." She looked wide open-eyed at Officer Forest and it was then she realised that while she had agreed to be punished, she didn't actually know how many strokes of the cane or other implements she was going to get. Clearly, it wasn't going to be just the six strokes that she imagined she would get all the time she had fantasised about it, and that certainly got her worried, but, once again, excited as well. After all, everyone survived being caned so there was no reason why she wouldn't as well.
Officer Forest scoffed at Kathy and ordered, "Just remember that, prisoner Johnson. Now go and get changed. The officer inside the changing area will then direct you to the Punishment Room."
Kathy made sure that she responded respectfully, "Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss." She waited a few moments to see if Officer Forest was going to say anything more but she just looked back to her computer screen as though dismissing her, so she turned and walked towards the changing room. As she did, she was once again feeling so excited and thought maybe the humiliation of being ordered about by a woman probably only a third of her own age helped cause that excitement.
Entering the changing room, Kathy went up to the officer in charge who actually didn't look any older than Officer Forest. Her name tag said, Officer Mason, and she gave her a plastic container and ordered, "Take all of your clothes off and put them in this container and then hand it back to me. Only after that will you then put on your gown."
Kathy took the container and replied, "Yes, Miss," and looked around for somewhere to put it. She realised that there were no chairs of any description so she had to stay standing as she then stripped off completely, putting everything including her bra and knickers into the plastic container, which she then picked up and took back to Officer Mason.
As Kathy handed the container to Officer Mason it was quite clear that she was being looked up and down and heard the instruction, "Turn around, prisoner Johnson."
Kathy again did as she was told and respectfully said, "Yes, Miss," and as she did so she surmised that she was being inspected for hidden weapons, but wondered if Officer Mason actually enjoyed looking at her large breasts and now her fleshy bottom cheeks. Just then she remembered that those fleshy bottom cheeks of hers were soon going to be very red and welted, and stinging crazily, which set her quivers off again flying around her vulva, so much so that Kathy was worried about having to turn back to face Officer Mason because she realised her pussy hair mound might well be glistening with her sex juice as she was still anticipating with quite some excitement exactly that pain that was about to happen.
Moments later Kathy heard the instruction, "Get your gown on, prisoner Johnson." She was actually pleased that she didn't have to turn back around to face Officer Mason and felt some relief at that.
Kathy put the gown on but she realised it had to be tied up at the back and, quite probably, when bent over to be caned, it would just be a matter of undoing it again and her bottom would be presented to the disciplinarian who would be punishing her.
Once she had the gown on, Kathy turned back to Officer Mason who kept looking at the computer screen as though again putting her well in her place, but all it did was turn Kathy on even more. After a few more moments she heard the instruction, "Go out that door, turn left, three doors down is Punishment Room Seven. Be there inside thirty seconds or you will get twelve extra strokes."
Kathy immediately replied, "Yes, Miss," and took the threat very seriously.
Kathy walked quickly towards the allocated punishment room because she didn't want to have twelve strokes added, although she did wonder how the disciplinarian would know exactly when she left the changing area to start to count the thirty seconds. However, it did show the fear instilled in people who were sent here, probably rightfully so because they were all lawbreakers.
Even though it wasn't far to walk, another offender was coming towards her, dressed in her gown, but clutching her bottom and still crying as she rushed past, and Kathy supposed that would be her after her punishment. She didn't know why, but the thought of crying like that in front of others sent quivers flying around her vulva once again because she was about to live the fantasy which did of course include ending up in tears and with a bottom that stung madly but so erotically.
As Kathy got to the punishment room, she knocked twice on the door again to show her respect and was instructed to enter. She did so, closing the door behind herself, and then turned to see two uniformed police officers. Both were dressed in uniforms of short-sleeved shirts, open-necked, and light brown skirts. She gasped at the realisation that these two officers were also clearly in their early twenties. Kathy got excited as well as she looked to her side and saw what was clearly a caning table, with leather cuffs, which she could see would definitely hold her in place no matter the amount of pain she was going to be experiencing.
As soon as she closed the door behind herself, even as she was looking at the two disciplinarians and caning table, she heard the very sternly asked question, "Name?"
Kathy quickly looked directly at the disciplinarian and replied, "Kathy Johnson, Miss."
As she looked, she saw the name tags. The disciplinarian who asked the question with such an authoritative tone of voice was Officer Chisholm and her colleague was Officer Tucker.
Officer Chisholm sneered at Kathy but spoke to Officer Tucker and said, "So another old woman who needs to be disciplined. Just look at those creases on her face, her turkey neck, and we can be pretty sure she's going to have batwings and fleshy breasts, fleshy tummy and fleshy thighs. Of course, she's also going to have a fleshy bottom and she's really going to regret having to come here."
Officer Chisholm then glared at Kathy and ordered, "Go and stand by the table, prisoner Johnson"
As much as she knew the attitude of both officers was intended to unnerve her, Kathy was actually excited about being dominated by two young women, ordered about in the way that she was, made to feel as though she was worthless, and deserving of the punishment. In fact, she was all of those things, except she knew that part of her persona that she was presenting today, being a lowlife criminal, was deliberate to maximise her experience here at the discipline centre.