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 story has quite a lot of 'world building' in it and absolutely no punishment (that's coming in the next chapter) but does have a humiliating physical inspection of a naked student by uniformed corrections staff. If you are just after the punishment, this is not the story for you, so please don't give low stars -- I have told you upfront! :) Feedback is always very much appreciated and helps to motivate my writing.
Comments and stars on the story are good, direct feedback is even better, good and bad. I am always willing to discuss the theme, and who knows, you might inspire what happens to Lisa next if you're quick!
Thanks for your interest. Hope you like it
JDB.
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Sgt. Carrie Bennet was in charge of the Public Order van in the city centre on a Saturday evening in the summer. The point of this high visibility policing presence was to deter public order breaches and then when they did happen deal with them rapidly and conclusively. She and her five male police constables had done nothing so far other than grabbing coffee at McDonald's, but it was getting to the time where pubs, bars, and clubs would be closing and so the drunken revelers would be pushed out onto the street and into queues for taxis and late-night takeaway food. Always the perfect time for a minor disorder that, if not nipped in the bud, had the potential to become a big deal.
This was a university town and there were a lot of students out who had clearly been at it for hours. There were groups of girls being chased by lads, but no one was pushing the limits. The male officers sat in the van watching the pretty young girls while Carrie paid attention to the chatter on the police radio. Within minutes the first call came in from HQ "Papa 1 from control." Everyone bristled as the familiar jolt of adrenaline spiked at the potential for a job. Sgt. Bennet picked up the radio and paused before she replied. You should never seem too keen, but equally, she understood that they were part of a wider team and they ultimately had a duty. "Papa 1 receiving, go ahead."
"Thank you Papa 1," came the voice of the controller, "Make your way to the junction of Whitewood Lane and Birch Road please; there are reports of a disturbance outside of the strip... er sorry correction, the 'gentleman's bar'" the controller said with enough tone in her voice for all the officers in the van to both sigh and smile in equal measure. The venue was a thinly veiled strip joint with both strippers and punters being made up largely of the student population. The driver started the engine and put on the blue lights. He wasn't in a rush but needed to be seen to be responding on the CCTV that covered the main student areas. "Papa 1, that's all received," she replied keeping her voice even and professional.
Arriving at the scene they found two scantily clothed women shouting and balling at each other. From inside the van, it was impossible to make out what was going on. From the front passenger seat, Sgt. Bennet assessed the situation as the driver brought the van to a stop at the curb nearby. "Gwenno and Robbie," she instructed, indicating whose turn it was to deal with their public.
"Yes Sarge," PC Roberts, or 'Robbie' replied, evenly as they both got out of the side door and made their way over to the women. The city centre was under a 'no nonsense' policing policy at the moment, according to the pointy heads at HQ. Essentially, there are only very limited circumstances where an arrest shouldn't be made, and the Inspector would require positive action to clamp down on public order and anti-social behavior. In reality, almost every job they went to tonight would result in at least one arrest, which just wasn't Carrie's style. She prided herself on being able to de-escalate situations and where there wasn't true criminality, get all parties on their way without creating a generation of criminals by overzealous arrests. She watched from the comfort of the van as the two male police officers engaged with the women.
Robbie went 'hands-on' immediately. 'Ooh bad move,' she thought. He was often overzealous and he had a lot to learn about how to police a community with respect and understanding. He was one of those all too familiar testosterone fuelled knob heads who gave policing such a bad name, at least in her opinion. Sure enough, the woman, whose back was to him, reacted to the unexpected touch by swinging around and lashing out, catching him by surprise and knocking his hat to the ground. The van erupted in laughter as Robbie fought to control the woman who was unarmed, half naked, and about half the man's size. Gweno, on the other hand, simply stepped his woman back and had her unrestrained, away from the other woman. She was being perfectly cooperative. Under normal circumstances, she'd be told to 'calm the hell down and fuck off,' and be sent on her way, but not under tonight's initiative. Carrie hated it. This was not why she joined the police.
Robbie had his woman's hands cuffed behind her back. He began leading her towards the van, holding her by the elbow. As he approached, Sgt. Bennet got out of her seat and walked to the rear of the van to open the van. The captured girl was wearing a pair of hot pants and a boob tube top, with heels. Her outfit left very little to the imagination and it was obvious that she didn't have a bra to hold her pert breasts in place. She was breathing hard and her chest was raising and falling with each breath.
Carrie raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question to Robbie. "Section 5 public order and assault emergency worker," he said as he propelled her up the back step and into the clear plastic cell, leaving her hands cuffed behind her. The Public Order Act was the legislation they used most on this shift. Section 5 was the lesser of the options open to them and was essentially designed entirely for this circumstance. Under the new Corporal Punishment Regs, it could be dealt with at the police station and neither the police nor the offender would hear any more about it.
Assaulting an Emergency Worker was an entirely different matter and a more serious offence. The girl would be summoned to court with a prosecution file and perhaps most importantly to Carrie, she would walk away with a criminal record. This was not what she was about in her policing. This was bullshit, especially because it was as much Robbie's fault for approaching it in the manner he did. 'Dick Head!' she thought to herself. Carrie cleared her throat, "Can I have a word, PC Roberts?" she asked indicating he should step away from the van with her. She shut the cage door keeping the woman secure but visible. They took a few steps and she said in a low voice, "Robbie, are you taking the fucking piss?"
"Huh?" he replied, genuinely surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Assault an emergency worker?"
"She hit me," he protested.
"You call that a hit?" she said, "she barely tickled you, and of course, I am sure you identified yourself and warned her to stop before you went to grip her, didn't you?" she asked him, knowing full well the answer and that he knew that she knew.
"But..." he started, his eyes still wide in surprise. He was struggling to form a sentence, completely surprised by his sergeants reaction.
