Martha arrived once again at the discipline centre. Having suffered her punishment, she then attended the following week for a feedback meeting and to agree on future behaviour. She was told to attend a weekly session after that, in a group of other offenders, which was intended to help them behave in the future. Martha thought that was a good idea and so signed up for it.

Today, she went to the discipline centre and once again saw Officer Riley at the front desk. She thought she may have been treated with a bit more respect than previously, but that was not the case. Clearly, she was still seen as an offender and was dealt with in the same abrupt way. Martha supposed that it actually put her in her place, with the policewomen still very much in charge and, offenders like herself, subservient to them, even at her age.

Officer Riley ticked Martha’s name off on her list and ordered, “Go to the changing room and you will be met there.”

Martha wasn’t sure how respectful she still had to be and so replied, “Yes, ma’am, thank you.”

Martha walked along the corridor to the changing room. She went in and again saw Officer Masters who handed her a locker key and said sternly, “Put your jewellery and handbag in the locker and return the key to me.”

Martha again remained respectful and replied, “Yes, ma’am, thank you.”

As Martha went to her locker she was feeling more relaxed as at least, this time, she did not have to undress. She was wearing her usual style sleeveless floral dress with a very short hem which showed off her fleshy bare legs but as she was there to join the discussion group and not to have her legs smacked she saw no reason to dress any differently to normal just because she was at the discipline centre. Therefore, after putting her jewellery and handbag into the locker she handed her key back to Officer Masters.

Officer Masters was still curt, though, as she took the key and ordered, “Back along the corridor to classroom number three.”

Martha again said a respectful, “Yes, ma’am, thank you,” but smirked to herself as she saw how easy it was to make these teenagers think were respected, and, as she handed in her locker key and walked back out of the changing room, she felt much more relaxed than she did that first time, and even smiled to herself as she saw several women being led by the ear, and some still having their bottoms smacked with spatulas, as they were led along the corridor to the punishment rooms.

Martha also had to admit that she did like seeing the teenage policewomen in their uniforms. She knew they were all under a third of her age but they did have an authoritative manner about them that made it so easy to obey their every command. So, as she entered the classroom for the discussion, she immediately went up to the policewoman at the front of the class and said, “I am Martha, ma’am, and have come for the discussion group.”

Officer Larson, as shown by her name badge, checked Martha‘s name off from the list, then looked up, and ordered, “Go and sit at desk number two.“

Martha found the order quite curt but supposed it was intended to put her in her place again, and she replied, “Thank you, ma’am,” and went and sat on the seat. She sat quietly and watched the other offenders come in and sit at the desk they were designated. She saw that most of the women were her own age, but there were two that looked as though they were in their forties and one in her thirties.

There was a clock at the back of the classroom and Martha saw that Officer Larson started exactly on time. By that time, Officer Bishop had joined her and it was clear that the two of them would be running the discussion group. Both were still obviously teenagers and so nothing changed there, Martha told herself.

Officer Larson stood up and said, “I will ask you each to introduce yourselves and to say what your offence had been. We will then have a discussion about why you broke the rules and how you felt about being disciplined, and particularly whether the punishment was an incentive not to break the rules again.”

Martha had to admit that she did get rather bored by listening to each of the other women give their answers and it didn’t take long for her to realise that it wasn’t doing her any good after all because she knew why she had committed her offence and that she wasn’t going to do it again. So, it wasn’t very long before she started to glaze over.

Officer Bishop asked a question, which Martha thought was for anyone in the group to answer but had missed the fact that the question was directed at her. So, when she didn’t answer, Officer Bishop went up to her and demanded, “Do not just ignore me, you naughty old woman.”

Martha suddenly sat up straight and panicked as she hadn’t really heard the question, and spluttered, “Sorry, ma’am, what was the question?”

Officer Bishop said sternly, “Sorry doesn’t work here but paying attention does. You also failed to address me as, miss or ma’am, so that gets you four smacks. Hold both your hands out, palms up, you naughty old woman.”

Martha saw the spatula in Officer Bishop’s hand and gasped, but held her hand out as demanded. She winced as she saw Officer Bishop raise the spatula and whip it down with some force onto her palm when she let out a pained gasp. The memory of her hands being smacked with the spatula when she was disciplined flooded back, and she gasped again as the second smack landed.

Officer Bishop tapped Martha’s other hand and then raised the spatula and brought it down with another thwack and listened to Martha’s repeated pained gasp. She had no sympathy as she knew that Martha hadn’t been paying attention and she and Officer Larson knew the best way to secure all of the offender’s attention was to make an example of one of them exactly like this, and so made sure the fourth smack was the hardest of them all, and could tell that it was from Martha’s longer and even more pain-filled gasp.

Officer Bishop turned to the others and said, “Let that be a lesson to you all.” She knew she had done the right thing to single out Martha and gave herself a silent pat on the back as she saw the looks of horror on the faces of all of the other offenders, and not one murmur from any of them either.

Martha certainly paid attention after that, but only for a while as she never was very good at concentrating and it didn’t take much longer before she once again missed a question directed at her. This time Officer Larson demanded, “Right you naughty old woman, get up and get undressed. Maybe that will help you to pay attention.”

Martha had not expected that, but knew she had to follow the instructions of the authoritative teenager. So, she stood up and unzipped her dress, slid it down her body catching her knickers on the way, and pushed them both to the floor. She stepped out of her dress and knickers, picked them up, and put them on the desk. She then unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught them, and put her bra with her other clothes. She felt embarrassed being the only offender who was naked but at least she wasn’t going to be caned, she told herself.

Martha had expected to be able to sit back down once naked but instead was ordered, “Now go and stand by the wall with your hands on your head.“

Martha again did as she was told already regretting her lack of attention, and stood with her hands on her head with her back to the wall knowing that everyone had such a clear view of her naked body. She really didn’t mind anyone seeing her naked as she felt good about her creases and sags. However, she heard one of the younger women say, “Well I am not looking forward to having a body like that.“ It was so embarrassing for Martha who started to wonder whether she should stay in the group. Getting hit with the spatula was one thing she had not bargained on when signing up to the group, but comments like that were also a step too far for her.

Martha was thinking these thoughts when she was asked yet another question and, once again, failed to realise it was directed at her. This time a very cross Officer Larson came up to her and ordered, “Go to the caning table, you naughty old woman.”

Both Officers were really getting annoyed with Martha. The offenders rarely acted like her when they were the ones they picked out to discipline but weren’t scared to impose their full authority and punish her again and again. They were trained to deal with old women just like Martha and thought that, maybe, the cane would do the trick.

Martha snapped at that point believing she could leave whenever she wanted to and argued, “I’m here because I agreed to come. Surely I am not subject to this type of discipline because if I am then I want to leave.”

Officer Larson glared at Martha and grabbed her by the ear and led her to the desk at the front of the class. Once there she opened a file and pointed to the paragraph in the contract that Martha had signed that said, ‘By signing this agreement I agree to attend the group indefinitely, and my attendance can only be terminated by the police force. When attending the group I will be subject to the leader's disciplinary decisions with the full range of punishments available to her.’

Officer Larson saw the shock on Martha’s face and realised she had signed the contract without reading it. Well, more fool her, she thought to herself, and, glaring at Martha, demanded, “Do you now understand what you have signed you naughty old woman.”

Martha suddenly saw how wrong she had been again and how it needed a teenager to show her. She felt so much more respect for Officer Larson now, although knew she would be paying for her own stupidity, in addition to the caning, as she saw the spatula in Officer Larson’s hand.

Martha was right as Officer Larson demanded, “Hold both your hands out, palm up,” as she picked up the spatula.

Martha knew that Officer Larson was right to punish her and was weepy eyed as she held out both palms and saw Officer Larson place the spatula on her right hand. Next moment the spatula was raised and then in a blur smacked down on her palm and Martha gasped. She didn’t have long to wait for the pain to be transferred to her left palm, and then again to her right palm and left palm a second time. The tears welled up in her eyes as the pain was awful and, as her right hand was smacked with the spatula again, Martha again told herself that Officer Larson was so right to be doing this. Fortunately for Martha, the third smack with the spatula on her left hand was the last but even with her tear-filled eyes, she saw how red both her palms were. Even so, she sniffed back her tears and said with real respect, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Officer Larson still had no sympathy for the creased skinned granny and ordered, “Now go back to the caning table and bend over so you can be secured to it and disciplined, you naughty old woman. When will you learn?”

Martha didn’t want to take the pain of the caning even though she had earned it and asked, “Can I leave the group, please, ma’am?”

Officer Larson stayed calm but authoritative as she replied sternly, “No, and my decision is final in accordance with the contract. You have a simple choice, you naughty old woman. Take the punishment, or go back to the reception and be taken to one of the punishment rooms and dealt with there. You will still be brought back here to honour the contract you signed, anyway.”

That certainly put Martha in her place as having to be the obedient granny to the teenage policewomen and again realised it was her own fault she was here. Also, the teenage policewoman was totally correct in enforcing the contract and making her comply. So, once again, Martha respected the teenagers more than she had expected because they were doing their jobs so well, and it was she who was being silly, immature, and, clearly, a trouble-maker.

Martha was now so contrite as she realised she really did have to obey everything that these two policewomen told her to do. So, she knew she had no choice but to go back to the caning table and accept yet another punishment. As she got to the caning table, and bent over, stretching her arms up towards the leather cuffs, she wondered how she could’ve been so silly, and realised that she needed someone who could take care of her, and once again wondered if it could be one of these policewomen.

Martha bent over the table and looked up to see the faces of the offenders looking at her, knowing they would see the pained look etched on her face when she was caned rather than her welted bottom. Some of the offenders looked had sympathetic looks on their faces and were no doubt thankful it wasn’t them.

Both policewomen glanced around the room and saw the concerned looks on all of the offenders faces, and knew that this was exactly the right thing to do to make sure that they listened to everything that was said and didn’t do anything to disrupt the group.

Officer Bishop went to the end of the table and secured Martha’s wrists in the cuffs and then nodded towards Officer Larson who rubbed the cane back and forth across Martha’s bottom and looked up at the group and said, “This is intended to be a lesson for all of you not to mess around when in the group. You are here because you committed an offence and need to change your attitude so that you don’t break any rules in future. This is what happens when you break any of those rules.”

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened and Martha was horrified to see a group of six young policewomen enter.

One of the policewomen said to Officer’s Larson and Bishop, ignoring the offenders, “These are five trainee policewomen, so please continue with your group discussion and they will listen.” She then added, “No problem with continuing with the caning, Officer Larson. In fact, one of our trainees here has just passed the caning training programme and would be perfect to carry out the caning.”

However, it was then that Martha spotted Lucy Mason. She gasped as Lucy was the adopted daughter of Tina and her much younger girlfriend, Miss Cindy. Martha knew Miss Cindy and Tina from the card club. Martha knew that Lucy was eighteen-years-old, and a trainee policewoman, whilst Miss Cindy was now a senior officer. However, neither Tina nor Miss Cindy had known about her having to attend the discipline centre, and she was concerned they would be very annoyed about it and tell everyone at the card club.

Martha’s vision was still slightly blurred after the smacks with the spatula but she could see the young trainees looking at her and whispering to each other although none had any looks of sympathy on their faces. It was even more humiliating having so many more people watching her being caned but as she was secured to the caning bench there was nothing she could do in any case.

Officer Bishop wanted to encourage the trainee and said, “That will be good.”

Officer Mason loved the chance to use the cane for the first time on an offender, and as she walked towards the caning table she recognised Martha and froze, for just a moment, but quickly recovered and, being totally professional, went and took the cane from Officer Larson and positioned herself behind Martha. She looked at Martha’s stretched bottom cheeks but still, they were flabby, as were her thighs, but she had seen those thighs before when Martha had been at her house for card evenings and had worn her trademark short dresses. She could even see the batwings with her arms stretched out, and she reminded herself she had even pictured herself caning Martha when she practised using the cane on a cushion. Now, though, she had the granny nicely secured for a real caning and intended using the opportunity to test her own skills.

Officer Mason focused on Martha's bottom, pulled her arm back, and landed the first very hard stroke on the fleshy bottom and saw the cane disappear in the fold of flesh, which was so different to what happened to the cushion. She had been trained well and was satisfied as she saw the red welt develop and could also tell from Martha’s gasp that the stroke had been sufficiently painful. Also, and perhaps more important, Officer Larson could tell from the looks on the faces of the offenders in the group that they didn’t want to be caned themselves and so this was going to be an added incentive to them not to disrupt the group.

Officer Mason pulled her arm back again and landed the second stroke just below the first. and watched the red welt nicely appear.

Martha cried out again as the third stroke landed. It really was painful and seemed to be more painful than when she was originally at the discipline centre for her actual punishment but wondered if she was just getting used to the pain levels. As the fourth stroke landed and she cried out again, closing her eyes and shaking her head, she knew that all the offenders looking at her would be more and more horrified when looking at her face, and she certainly would have preferred to have been sitting with the rest of the group watching one of the others being caned, but, yet again, had to accept that it was her own fault that she was the one singled out.

The fifth stroke landed and Martha cried out again and the pain was overtaking all of her other senses. She hated the fact that she was being caned in public and what was worse was that Lucy was caning her. As the sixth stroke landed she even heard some more derogatory comments from the room, which she assumed came from the policewomen trainees as the group of offenders would be too scared to speak given what was happening to her, and those comments included, “Nice to see the tears run down her face,” and, “Yes, and the pained look shows you it’s teaching her a lesson,” and, “You would think these grannies would know better.”

Lucy allowed herself a lingering look at the six red welts and told herself how great it was that the first granny she caned was Martha. She had a soft spot for her, actually, and loved her turkey neck, batwings, and fleshy bottom cheeks and thighs, and her large drooping breasts. She had even reckoned that she could love her in the way her mummy Cindy loved her mummy Tina, with her in charge of Martha as she was most definitely more like her mummy Cindy, and had the same authoritative manner, rather than the less mature nature of her mummy Tina.

Officer Larson allowed the offenders to gaze at the crying Martha for a short while, and then announced, “The time is up for the group meeting today.”

Martha saw the group leave the classroom and only Officer Larson and Lucy remained and they undid her leather cuffs.

Officer Larson said to Officer Mason, “I need to get to my next group, Officer Mason. Can you deal with the paperwork for this naughty old woman.”

Lucy loved the idea and replied with a straight face, “Of course, Officer Larson. I know the procedure.”

Lucy waited for Officer Larson to be by the door and ordered, “Get up you naughty old woman and stand in front of my desk with your hands on your head.”

Martha eased herself up and knew not to try to use her friendship with Lucy’s mums and said, “Yes, ma’am,” and obediently went and stood in front of the desk.

Lucy didn’t go and sit down directly but sat on the front of the desk and rubbed the side of Martha’s leg.

Martha realised she had forgotten to thank Lucy and quickly said, “Thank you for caning me, ma’am.”

Lucy replied sternly, “Too late, you naughty old woman,” and pulled her hand back and landed a heavy smack on the side of Martha’s fleshy leg. She then pulled her arm back and landed more smacks, hearing Martha gasp after every smack. She kept on smacking until she was happy with the redness of the side of Martha’s leg and then ordered, “Half-turn.” As Martha half-turned Lucy rubbed the back of her leg and landed hard smacks on the back of her near leg and then on the back of her far leg until both were also a lovely glowing red. She then smacked the side of Martha’s other leg and finally positioned Martha so she could smack the fronts of both her legs, ensuring that her legs were red from whichever direction anyone saw them when she was in her very short dress and walking home.

Martha was again in tears but knew that Lucy was right to be giving her this very hard and memorable leg smacking and knew she would be getting lots of humiliating comments as she walked home.

Once she had finished smacking Martha’s legs Lucy went and sat on the chair behind the desk and took out a punishment pad. After filling out the form she glared up at Martha and said, “Mummy Cindy has told me she thought you needed more discipline and now I can tell her how I have punished you.” After a few moments, Lucy added, “You really do need a girlfriend who you give disciplinary control to, and who would direct you and make sure your behaviour improved.”

Martha blushed as she hated the thought of her friends knowing she had been disciplined by a teenager, but at the same time knew there was so much truth in what Lucy was saying. In fact, Martha had been thinking about asking one of the policewomen to befriend her on the basis they had disciplinary control over her, and suddenly it made sense if that policewoman was Lucy, or Officer Mason, or indeed, ma’am. She knew Lucy hadn’t actually offered, but Martha asked, “Would you do that for me, ma’am?”

Lucy smiled and replied, “Of course.” After a moment she added sternly, “However, you will need to sign up to the, ‘behaveorelse,’ social site so neighbours and locals can report any misbehaviour. After every request, I will spank you very hard and for a very long time, and after three requests you have to return to the discipline centre. However, with me as your girlfriend, I think you will find yourself behaving far better very quickly. What do you say you naughty granny?”

Martha felt flutters flying around her vagina at the thought of the teenage Miss Lucy being her girlfriend and also her disciplinarian and was sure that she would deal with her strictly but fairly. That could change her life, she reckoned, and so said, “Yes please, ma’am.”