Police Station Corporal Punishment

Thank you for your interest in this story. This is set in my usual world where corporal punishment is a legal sentence used by the justice system regularly. This story focusses on two students who get themselves arrested for a crime which doesn't really deserve the punishment, but they both accept the offer of corporal punishment instead of going to court and risking prosecution. This picks up directly from the end of Chapter One, so PLEASE read that first for a better grip of what is going on.

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Thanks for your interest. Hope you like it

JDB.

Lisa's hands were in handcuffs and stretched above her head. The chain was linked through the ring in the wall and she was strapped down to the bed at the waist and her legs were spread painfully wide. She was naked, breathing hard and her skin was coated with sweat. Amanda was in the room too, she was also naked and tied up against the wall. The police officer who arrested Lisa was standing in the middle of the cell and was brandishing a long, dark leather whip. Amanda's back was a bloody mess and she was screaming like a banshee. There were bright red marks across her shoulders in sharp contrast to her pale skin. Her butt had been whipped harshly too, with lots of red stripes across the top of her buttocks. The cell door opened and another officer came in.

"Good morning, I've brought you breakfast," he said, brightly.

It took a moment for all the images in her mind to clear and Lisa realised she had been dreaming, or more of a nightmare. She looked around to find she still had her orange scrubs on, in her sleep she had thrown her blanket on the floor. Her mind was foggy from lack of sleep and she was struggling to focus a bit.

The guy in uniform took a step into the cell and placed a tray on the floor. It was like she used to get in school for lunch, a preformed plastic tray with separated compartments on it. One was filled with what might be porridge, there was a slice of limp, pale looking toast and a paper cup that was half full of coffee.

"It's six AM, I will be back at six thirty to collect you to get you ready. A friendly piece of advice from me -- make sure you use the toilet -- you don't want any accidents later," he said as he stepped back out of the cell and shut the door without further comment.

Lisa swung her legs around onto the floor and stood up. She paced up and down the cell a couple times -- it didn't take long. The reality of her situation was dawning on her as she came fully back to consciousness. She had barely slept as it had felt that every time she closed her eyes images of punishment and torture invaded her thoughts even though, logically the reality would be nowhere near as bad as her nightmares.

She eyed the CCTV camera up in the top corner of the cell and decided she was going to have to use the toilet, even with them looking at her. She lowered the pants of the scrubs outfit as little as possible for her to get away with having a wee. She couldn't stop looking at the camera and because she felt like she had an audience, she struggled to get started, but she got there in the end.

She looked at the breakfast tray and reluctantly picked up the cold, soggy slice of toast. It was limp and sad looking, but as she held it, she realised how hungry she was and so ate it, washing it down with luke warm coffee that was weak and would be a good contender for the worst coffee she had ever had.

Then she had nothing to do. She just had to wait in the cell, alone. It felt like forever and there was a tight knot in the base of her stomach made up of nerves for what was about to happen to her and worry for Amanda, who she had not seen or heard from since last night when they both arrived at the custody suite.

Eventually, there was another loud thunk as the mechanism in the door was operated from outside and another male officer in uniform that she hadn't seen before entered the cell.

"Miss McKenzie, I am Custody Officer Grundon and I am here to escort you over to the punishment suite for your correctional action to be administered. Please stand up and face the back wall of the cell placing both hands in the small of your back to be cuffed," he instructed in a tone suggesting he had done this probably a thousand of times. As he spoke he motioned with his hands with the stand up and turn around instruction. He had the handcuffs in his hand, an ominous silver coloured glint in the otherwise drab space.

"Please," Lisa pleaded, shaking her head, "you don't need to handcuff me, I'll be good," she said, immediately hating how pathetic and whiny her voice sounded to herself. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. The moment had finally come, after all that waiting and she was not at all pleased about it.

"Its just procedure, there's no inference you're going to kick off" he said, simply. He couldn't be doing with this bullshit -- not this early. He hated earlies and he wasn't that keen on these arrogant, self centred students who always thought they were better than the system -- and him. "Stand up and turn around," he added, making it an instruction this time, rather than a polite request.

She realised the only way she was leaving this cell was wearing his handcuffs and decided it was better to not give him any excuse. She decided he was one of them, like the medic or whatever the hell he was that did the inspection on her. She stood up and stepped towards the wall, stopping about a foot's length away from it and placing her hands together behind her back. In her last moment of freedom for what might be some time, she took a very deep breath in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. The tears were filling her eyes now, but so far weren't spilling over.

"Not like that," he said." Don't hold your hands together."

She whimpered slightly, but didn't say anything and did as she was told as he stepped towards her. He took the back of her hand in his and, pulling her arm slightly away from her body, pressed the metal cuff gently against her wrist and applied a steady, even pressure until the ratchet gave and the arm swung through its arc until the famous ratcheting sound rang in the cell and he pushed the cuff closed tighter until it dug gently into her soft skin.

The cuffs were the solid kind and as he guided her second wrist to join the second handcuff, she was forced to separate her wrists further and she ended up with her wrists locked apart and the shape of the cuffs and they way they held her wrists preventing her altering the position of her arms.

As she realised how restrictive they were -- much more than when the police officer who arrested her put them on her because this time they were much tighter, the tears she was holding broke loose and one slowly rolled down her cheek and she was powerless to wipe it.

"Come on," Officer Grundon said, not unkindly, but equally, his tone didn't offer an opportunity for further comment or discussion from her. He took hold of the cuffs, between her wrists and put the other hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, but he had up pretty much up against the wall, so she had nowhere to go, even if she had tried. He firmly but gently turned her around, and manoeuvred her so she was facing forwards out of the cell and gently pushed forward to indicate to her she should begin to walk. They exited the cell and headed back along the corridor towards the main custody suite reception where she had been booked in the previous evening. When they got there, it was much quieter than the previous evening.

Lisa noticed that the nice sergeant who had booked her in, was no longer there and had been replaced by a tall, handsome man who appraised her as she was led past. She hung her head a little as they passed through his gaze, her hair falling slightly over her face. She was grateful for the feeling of cover it gave her.

They went through another door and the temperature immediately dropped noticeably to Lisa in her thin orange scrubs. They had got into a short, bare, featureless corridor with what looked like an external door at the end. He paused to lock the door that they had just come through, and then pushed her gently again to give the indication to move forward.

Lisa was feeling a mix of emotions as she was almost manhandled towards her fate. She was scared and embarrassed, but also she was getting really pretty angry at this guy who was treating her exactly like 'just another number' and was acting like a drone, just going through the motions. Before her irritation could build though, they got to the door. He turned her away from the door and pushed her onto the wall at the side, face forward, her small breasts crushed into the cold concrete. She gasped at the surprise move, but again, was powerless to do anything. He placed one hand flat on her back, between her shoulder blades and held her in place against the wall. She heard him put a key into a lock and operate the lock.

The door opened and the corridor filled with cool air and daylight from the outside. It was early in the morning and autumn, so the air was cold and fresh compared to the recycled air of the custody suite. He eyes took a moment to adjust to the new bright light and she felt the cold sting her face, particularly along the line where the tear had run. He pulled on the cuffs, making her step backwards and pushed her forwards out of the door. He stood her still while he locked the door again behind them.

She took the opportunity to have a look around. They were in a covered walkway between two buildings across a yard. There were bins nearby and lots of police vehicles of all kinds and, in the distance, she could see a very tall blue security fence. He finished up and pushed her forward again, along the covered walkway and again, she was about to ask him to stop pushing her as much, choosing her words carefully, when she saw the sign above the door they were heading for at the end of the walkway. She involuntarily paused, or at least, she tried to, but he was ready for that and gave her another firm shove to keep momentum. The sign she had seen read 'Corporal Punishment Suite'.

This door wasn't locked. They pushed into the other building together and the door shut behind them with an ominous noise. They had entered a plain white space with four blue doors facing them that looked like the cell doors from the custody suite. Lisa immediately saw that each door had it's own number. "Ok, here we are, " he said, "confirm your name and date of birth for me."

She did so, her voice a little shaky and sounding to her like another person rather than her own voice. She watched him select her name from a list on a computer terminal set in to the wall by the door they had entered through. A whirring sounded and what looked like a blank sticker came out of the slot under the screen. He took it and then said to her, "door number 2 please," pointing over to the second door from the left.

She moved towards door number two as he stepped in front of her for the first time to open the door. This wasn't locked either, but as he opened it, she could see there was no handle on the other side. It opened into a space about the size of wardrobe that was surrounded by cage. There might be enough room for two people uncomfortably close or 3 at a real squeeze. She paused, not knowing what to do.

"Step up to the bars until you are touching them," he instructed her. He gave her another nudge of encouragement and she took two steps forwards into the confined space, but she could see another room beyond the bars. "I am going to remove the handcuffs now and then shut this door. You will receive further instructions in a moment."

She felt him work the cuff lock mechanism with his key and a removal of the metal clamping feel from first one wrist and then the other. He didn't say anything more and placed the sticker he had collected in a little plastic container fastened to the bars before he shut the door behind her. She rubbed her wrists in front of her, alternating hands as she wondered what was going to happen next.

She was about to pick up the sticker to have a look at it when a woman in uniform appeared at the bars in front of her. "Good morning," she said, who do we have here. What's your name?" she asked as she picked up the sticker to look on the back of it. She was brisk and professional with a slightly friendly tone. She had the air of an Emergency Department nurse -- happy to be polite, but probably not worth fucking with.

"L-Lisa," Lisa struggled to say, her mouth suddenly incredibly dry and her heart beating loud in her ears. Her spine was tingling and had an overwhelming desire to run away.

The woman smiled at her and tried again. "Your full name, please Lisa," she said.

"Sorry. Lisa McKenzie," Lisa said, wondering what was going to happen next. She was feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Ok Lisa McKenzie, give me thirty seconds and I will be right back with you," the woman said, smiling at her kindly before disappearing out of sight around a corner, leaving Lisa alone. She was taking the room in. There were four barred cages like the one she was standing in, but all except hers were empty. The floor was painted grey and the walls were plain cinder block, painted white. It was really quite warm, but Lisa had been cold from the autumnal morning she had just walked through so the difference was really noticeable to her. She shivered again and realised that her top was doing nothing to hide her nipples that had stood to attention from the cold morning air.

As she stood in the small cage with the solid door behind her, the only way forward being through this caged door to her fate, she did some breathing exercises, in the through the nose and out through the mouth. She closed her eyes to shut out reality for just a moment, but before she had begun to block out her surroundings, the woman was back.

"Ok Lisa," she said, "I am Custody Officer Shiri. I have this sticker here which I need to stick onto your lower back. It identifies you, what your offence was and the punishment you will given this morning. It's easier if we do it now, so if you want to turn around and just pop your pants down to your hips and lift your top a little bit, that'll be great.

"Huh?" Lisa asked, surprised.

The woman repeated herself and then added, "don't worry -- it won't hurt."

Lisa did as she was told. She turned around first so that she didn't have to look at the woman and then pushed her pants down until the elastic reached the top of her butt cheeks and then she bunched the bottom of the top up to her tummy button, which meant there was a bad of exposed skin about six inches wide. "Like this?" she asked, nervously.

"Perfect," she replied as she reached through the bars to place the sticker on the girl's back. She aimed it at the base of her spine, about an inch or so above the cleft of the buttocks, and below the tattoo that went across the bottom of Lisa's back. "Here we go, keep still" she said as she pushed the sticker down onto the girl. "This is actually a transfer so it will just take a minute," as she rubbed the back of the sticker with her thumb.

It was weird for Lisa to be stood there with the woman rubbing her back through a barred door. She stood there, slightly awkward, holding onto the orange top e with both hands.

"It will take a few days to wash off," she said to Lisa, "think it's like a henna tattoo, but it only lasts a few days," she explained as she used her thumbnail to lift the backing off,, leaving a black bar code on the girl.

"Just keep still for another minute while I scan and calibrate it," she said as she used a mobile device to scan the barcode. A cheery little beep sounded. "Ok, thanks. You can turn around now and pull your pants back up."

Lisa did so and turned around to face the women in uniform. She was beginning to feel a little bit calmer. This officer was bring quite nice and she had been gentle with the sticker. Lisa wasn't overly pleased they had marked her, but then, she figured, the next marks they were about to leave her with weren't going to wash off as easy.

"So, let's confirm some details again," she said, "we don't want to get you mixed up with someone else. So, you are Lisa Charlotte McKenzie, is that right?"

"Yes," Lisa replied. Several questions later she was done with her details check.

"You have admitted the offence that without a reasonable excuse or lawful purpose, you used threatening or abusive words or behaviour in a public place, likely to cause harassment, alarm or distress to another person. You have been examined and declared fit for impact punishment to the naked buttocks. This is a level one offence punishable by a fixed penalty of six strokes of the cane or ten strokes of the punishment strap," Officer Shiri explained, having read the statement from a sheet on a clipboard.

"Following statements from the arresting officer, his supervising sergeant and her own assessment of the situation, the custody sergeant who you met last night has selected the punishment strap. You will therefore be taken through to the Punishment Room in due course and have your buttocks struck with a punishment strap ten times."

Lisa sighed with relief. She had been absolutely terrified of getting the cane. She has heard some horrible things and was sure that no matter what the police said, her arse would be striped forever. The strap though seemed so much better to her. Like a regular spanking almost. Her skin would probably be red, but there wouldn't be welts. She looked at the women through the bars and almost smiled. Her shoulders seemed to lift a little and she suddenly felt a whole let better.

"There's four of you this morning, so you won't be waiting long and then you get to he put behind you," the officer said. "Shall we get you out of here and get you into the holding cell? We don't want to keep the punishment officer waiting!" She put her key into the lock as she spoke, the metal gate swinging open allowing Lisa to step out and in to the bigger room that reminded her slightly of the custody desk back in the other building.

"Is my friend here?" she asked the officer in a voice that was more nervous that she thought she felt. She was missing her friend, still worried about hoy much more trouble he mouth had got her into.

"Ah yes, she sure is," the Officer Shiri chuckled, "she can certainly make an impression, can't she!" The officer gently guided Lisa over to another painted square near to the far wall, next to a worktop that was against the wall. "Don't worry -- she's in the holding cell, you will see her in a minute. Now, I'm afraid it's time to take your clothes off again. From this point forward to you being released, you will be naked, but don't worry, you won't be alone, the other three are naked too. They are waiting for you to get started. Punishment starts at seven, so you don't have long to wait. Do you want to start with your top please."

Lisa sighed again. They seemed to have a real obsession with nudity and humiliation here, she thought. She made sure to remain standing on the square, although she hadn't been told to, she assumed that was required. She took a hold of the bottom of the scrub top and lifted it up, over her head first exposing the paunch of her stomach and then her small breasts to the new stranger. She was the third who had seen her topless in the last 12 hours by Lisa's count but she was pleased it was female again and not another man. She shivered again at the thought of the inspection guy from last night. She was left holding the top awkwardly and the female officer stepped forward and took it from her.