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Pain For Cash

Date: 9/7/2017, Categories: Spanking, Author: SusanHarper, Rating: , Source: LushStories

issues, Hart?” one of the Officers asked. “No, Ma’am,” I replied. “Are you being cheeky?” “No, Ma’am,” I replied. “Address us as, ‘Officer,’ not Ma’am.” “Sorry, Officer,” I replied submissively thinking she needn’t have been quite so dictatorial. “Put your hand in the blood pressure unit, Hart,” the other Officer instructed. I did as I was told. After a few moments I heard the beep. “150 over 85,” the Officer noted. She looked at me and said, “You passed,” before pointing behind me and adding, “Room 5.” I turned in the direction she pointed at and saw the sign that read, ‘Rooms One to Twenty-Five.’ I headed off in that direction. A woman came towards me. She was crying and there were tears running down her face. That was yet another woman who was crying from her punishment. I surely didn’t remember the cane hurting that much at school. I knew I was only ever caned over my skirt but the material couldn’t have given so much padding. I started to get nervous. I saw the number 5 on the door. It was closed so I knocked. “Come,” came a voice from inside. I opened the door and walked in. Two more Officers were inside. One Officer was seated behind a desk and the other was standing. There was also a table with leg and wrist restraints. Again something not used at school. Both Officers were also dressed in the same short-sleeved shirt but they were wearing skirts. Quite short ones; and with bare legs. I even thought how sexy they looked. Women in uniforms were a turn-on for me. It was ... part of my make-up. The seated Officer said, “Key, please,” in a rather self-important tone. I showed her the key and she again typed in the number on the tag. The Officer looked across the room at the standing Officer and said, “Hart; first timer; two lots of six strokes.” The standing Officer asked me, “Together or separate?” I wasn’t sure but thought it better just to get it over with. “Together please, Officer,” I replied. The Officer ordered, “Bend over the desk so I can secure the restraints, Hart.” I took a deep breath and bent over nestling my wrists close to the restraints. The Officer went from clasp to clasp fastening both wrists. I felt her then secure each of my ankles. Finally I felt her undo the tie-up and knew my bottom was exposed. “Twelve judicial,” I heard the Officer say as she positioned herself to my side. I supposed that was why the women I saw were crying. The caning at school certainly wasn’t judicial. Once again I momentarily questioned what I was doing, but quickly remembered the bills I was going to pay; and the cut-off notice that came this morning for the gas. Even as I was thinking about the bills I felt the most awful pain right across my bottom. I heard a yelp and it did take a couple of moments to realise the sound came from me. That and the realisation the stroke was very much harder than I ever got at school. The second stroke landed and I yelped again but this time there was less of a shock. The third stroke cut in to my bottom but I only ...