Emma-Sue Smithson drove into the town center parking lot opposite the police station and continued slowly as she searched for her friend’s distinctive red convertible. It was at the far end of the lot, about as far away from the entrance as possible. She parked up next to her friend’s car.
“Hey, Anna.”
“Hey, Emma. You want to get in?”
“We’ve got five minutes,” Anna said, looking at the watch on her left wrist. “Five minutes before we learn our fate.”
“What do you think will happen, Anna?” Emma-Sue asked as she sat in the front passenger seat.
“I’m figuring it’s our lucky day and that sergeant, or some other officer, lectures us on the evils of cannabis until we’re bored out of our minds, or they send us to court and we get thirty days hard labor or something.”
“What? Do you really think that’s a possibility? Seriously?” Emma-Sue exclaimed.
“Not really. I mean, I guess it’s possible, but this is the first time we’ve been caught in possession of weed, so why would they be that tough on us?”
“To teach us a lesson we’ll never forget?” Emma-Sue suggested, now genuinely afraid. “We’d both have a hard time in prison at our ages.”
“I know, but hey Emma, it might not happen. Anyway, we ought to get going. Being late isn’t going to help our cause.”
The two seventeen-year-olds crossed the parking lot and then the street and entered the police station. They were greeted by a grossly overweight male sergeant.
“Good afternoon, ladies. What can I do for you?”
“Um, we have a two o’clock appointment with sergeant Wilshire, sir,” Anna replied.
The male sergeant chuckled. “Do you now? Well, I’m sure she’ll be looking forward to it.” He picked up the telephone on the counter and pushed several buttons. “Hey Jenny, I’ve got two young ladies at the counter, both desperate to be in your company.” He laughed. “I’ll tell them.”
He replaced the receiver and turned to Emma-Sue and Anna. “Okay ladies, you go through this door, straight ahead until you reach the end of the hall, turn left and take the third door on the right. Got that?”
“Straight ahead until the end, turn left, third on the right. Yes, sir. Got it,” Anna answered.
The sergeant pressed a button, the door buzzed as it unlocked and Emma-Sue and Anna went through. They were faced with a long hallway that had a number of doors off to either side. They walked silently straight ahead until that hallway ended, they turned left and walked another fifteen yards or so until they found the third door on the right, marked, ‘Interview room 9’.
Emma-Sue tapped politely on the door.
“Come in!”
The two girls entered and found themselves in a room maybe twelve feet wide and fifteen feet long. To the left, sergeant Jenny Wilshire sat behind a small desk. On the right, stood a grey-painted tall metal cabinet with its doors closed. Ahead, there was a small chair with its back facing them that seemed to serve no purpose. Otherwise, the room was empty and the dull green walls and concrete floor made it totally uninviting.
“Nicely on time,” sergeant Wilshire greeted them. “As you know, we need to discuss how we’re going to handle the case against you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Emma-Sue answered.
“How old are you two girls?” sergeant Wilshire asked, equally coldly.
“Seventeen, ma’am,” both girls replied respectfully.
“Seventeen, huh? And you both risk your whole futures by smoking pot and drinking alcohol under-age? I thought you were sensible, well-educated girls.”
Neither Emma-Sue nor Anna replied.
“Do you realize what could happen to you if I put you before a judge, like I ought to?”
“No, ma’am,” Emma-Sue spoke. Anna just shook her head.
“The very least that could happen is a $450 fine and a record of the offences. The worst, you could do jail time, maybe only a few months, but jail time in a real prison nonetheless. And do you know how your fellow inmates would treat a couple of pretty girls like you?”
Both girls shook their heads.
“Let’s just say they’d look forward to enjoying your company, and not in ways you’d find so pleasant, if you catch my drift.”
The sergeant stood up and came out from behind the desk.
“Did you two like it when I patted you down after arresting you? Did you? Because in prison you’re likely to get patted down at least three times a day, and not all those guards in the women’s prison are female these days.”
Neither girl responded openly, although both were feeling decidedly uncomfortable as they stood there.
“I can’t hear you,” the sergeant continued.
She stood behind Anna and grasped both breasts under the dark-haired girl’s white floral, fairly tight-fitting cotton shift dress.
“Does that feel nice, honey?”
“N-no, ma’am,” Anna shivered.
The sergeant moved along to stand behind Emma-Sue. She grabbed hold of the blond-haired girl’s buttocks through her high-waisted blue jeans.
“You’ve got a lovely pert ass there, sweetheart. Do you like how this feels?”
“No, ma’am,” Emma-Sue answered quickly, her voice a few tones higher.
“Good answers,” sergeant Wilshire said thoughtfully as she moved round and sat on the front edge of the desk.
“Was it really worth it, girls? Does a bit of weed and a couple of drinks really make up for all the unpleasantness you’re putting yourselves at risk of?”
“No, ma’am,” both replied, both looking down at the floor.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea. We’ve got a couple of cells free. How about I pat you both down properly and put you in a cell each? I bet you’d enjoy the chance to spend some time on your own, wouldn’t you? Just for a few hours. I’d let you out in time to get home for your evening meal, of course, although that wouldn’t happen with proper jail time. Of course, I’d have to strip you both and give you some nice orange jump-suits to wear.”
“We would not like that at all, ma’am,” Emma-Sue said, feeling close to tears and desperately wanting this interview to end.
“You’re correct, young lady. You would not like that at all, yet you’ve put yourselves into the situation where that could well happen if I put you in front of a judge.”
“Ma’am, we’re sorry. We didn’t realize,” Anna, also feeling tears welling up, told her. “We’ll never do it again. Believe me, we won’t.”
“That’s good to hear, Anna,” the sergeant replied, her voice sounding just a little warmer. “The trouble is, you’ve already done it, and there’s a price to pay.”
“We’ll pay any kind of a fine we have to, ma’am,” Anna offered.
“And you’ll undoubtedly get the money from your parents, and forget this little episode by next Monday, won’t you?”
By the looks on their faces, both girls knew the sergeant was correct.
“Is there any other way we could pay? Maybe do some work or something?” Anna asked.
“That’s a good thought, Anna. Maybe we could dress you in those bright orange jump-suits and get you picking up litter around town for a few weekends. Perhaps I could have a word in the judge’s ear and get him to sentence you to that?”
Emma-Sue looked at Anna, clearly not liking that idea at all. Anna, too, appeared to find the idea totally unappealing.
“Not such a good idea, girls?”
“Perhaps something else?” Anna suggested.
“Okay.”
The sergeant went past both girls over to the grey-painted metal cabinet. She opened one of the doors, rummaged around for a few moments, then returned to sit behind the small desk.
“How about this?” she held up a wooden paddle similar to those used in local schools.
Both girls gulped.
“Y’all know what this is, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Emma-Sue responded.
“I bet you have something like it at school, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Either of you had it? At school, I mean.”
Emma-Sue shook her head.
“I got one lick when I was ten years old,” Anna admitted.
“One lick, huh? But you know people who have had something more than that, I bet?”
“Yes, ma’am,” both girls answered.
“So, what’s the deal, ma’am?” Emma-Sue asked. “Are you offering us a spanking instead of putting us in front of a judge?”
The sergeant thought for several moments.
“You both take, let’s say ten swats. Then I mark the file as having issued a stern warning to end the matter, and that wouldn’t be totally untrue, now would it?” She chuckled to herself.
Anna and Emma-Sue looked at each other, but it was hard to fathom what each was thinking.
“Looks like you two need to have a few words with each other. I’m going to get me a coffee, which will take no more than a few minutes. Then I’ll be back looking for your decision. Okay?”
The sergeant left the room without waiting for a response.
“Hell, what’re we going to do?” Anna said as soon as they were on their own.
“I’ve been thinking how I’m going to ask my parents to pay a four hundred and fifty dollar fine, Emma-Sue replied. They are not going to like that one bit.”
“Same here,” Anna said thoughtfully. “Heck, I’m even dreading telling them what I did. It would be just so shameful. And ten licks could be a whole lot worse.”
“Worse? That’s double the maximum you can get in school!”
“I know. I know. But if that’s the end of the matter, well, it might be worth it.”
“Really Anna? Is that really what you’re thinking? My guess is that sergeant is not going to hold back if she spanks us.”
“I know. It’s going to be really painful. The thing is, it would all be over in a few minutes.”
“True,” Emma-Sue said thoughtfully, looking down at the desk. “What do you think about that paddle? It looks bigger than the one I got swatted with at school.”
“Probably because you were younger back then,” Anna also looked down at the paddle, a solid-looking piece of maple maybe twenty inches long and three-and-a-half inches wide, one end narrowed down to form a handle eight inches long. “I’ve not seen one, but I guess the school paddle we’d get at our ages is not that different.”
Emma-Sue nodded. Before she could reply, the door burst open and sergeant Wilshire returned.
“Okay girls, time to let me know your decision.”
“Would you have to tell our parents?” Anna asked.
“If I put you in front of the judge? Yes, they’d have to be informed. That’s the law.”
“But if we went for the spanking?”
“It all stays off the record. It’d be up to you whether you told your parents. I’m certainly not saying you shouldn’t, but if they enquired, there’d be no record.”
Anna looked at Emma-Sue and gave a slight nod.
Emma-Sue mumbled, “Okay.”
“We’ll both take the spankings,” Anna told the sergeant.
“You’re sure? Both of you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” both girls replied in hushed tones.
“Okay,” sergeant Wilshire picked up the wooden paddle from the desk and went over to where the small chair had been placed. “Guess you know what this is for, huh?”
Neither girl spoke. Anna visibly shivered.
“So, which of you wants to go first?”
Emma-Sue looked at Anna, sending the clear message she really didn’t want to be the first.
“I’ll go first, ma’am,” Anna said disconsolately, her trepidation apparent in her voice.
Sergeant Wilshire looked Anna up and down, then looked at Emma-Sue.
“It seems to me, girls, Emma-Sue is wearing jeans with back pockets, while you, Anna, are wearing a thin cotton dress. Seeing as I mean you both to get equal punishment, and Emma-Sue has extra protection with two layers of denim, including the back pockets, I do believe it would be only fair to have you both strip down to your panties.”
“What?” Anna reacted.
Emma-Sue just glared.
“Come on, Anna,” the sergeant continued. “Take that dress off and lay it on the desk. Besides, I wouldn’t want that old paddle marking your nice pretty dress none.”
Anna sighed impatiently, but reached over her shoulder for the back zip fastening her dress. It was a struggle, and Emma-Sue stepped forward and slid the zip down for her. Anna then carefully stepped out of the dress, leaving her in pretty white panties with blue polka-dots and a white bra. She picked the dress up, folded it carefully, and placed it on the desk.
“Okay,” the sergeant continued, looking down at Anna’s panties. “Now, I suggest it would be best for you, Anna, to bend over the back of this chair, get your head right down low, and hold on to the edges of the seat. But, if you prefer, you may just bend over and grab your shins. What do you want to do?”
“I’ll go over the back of the chair, ma’am,” Anna replied, thinking it would help her to hold still and take her spanking.
Anna stepped forward a couple of paces and bent over the back of the chair. She found it better to rest her forearms on the seat and grab the leading edge of the seat rather than the sides. She then dipped her head as low as she could, causing her long dark hair to flop over her face.
“Will this do, ma’am?”
Sergeant Wilshire chuckled to herself, as she admired the girl’s shapely backside. “That’s fine girl. Just aim to keep nice and still. Now, do you want it fast or slow?”
“Slow, please ma’am.”
“Okay, here we go.”
The sergeant began rubbing the wooden paddle in a circular motion over the seat of Anna’s white polka-dot panties, then without warning she drew the paddle back and applied a hard swat to the girl’s backside.
“Uuh!” Anna squealed as sheer pain quickly spread across her bottom.
After maybe ten seconds, another swing of the paddle slammed into Anna’s backside.
“Uuh!” she cried more loudly.
The cries were of more concern to Emma-Sue than the sergeant as she watched her friend being spanked. Her heart was beginning to thump against her chest as she realised that every stroke of the paddle across Anna’s bottom meant her own spanking was drawing ever closer.
Meanwhile, the sergeant proceeded with Anna’s spanking, delivering each stroke around ten seconds apart. She stopped after the fifth stroke had caused Anna to cry out the loudest.
“That’s five. Do you want to take a break here? Maybe give yourself a few minutes? It’s up to you.”
“Yes please, ma’am.”
“Okay, stand up and catch your breath.”
Anna wasted no time unfolding herself from over the back of the chair. She busied herself by rubbing her bottom through her panties and trying to sort out her long hair that had somehow become something of a tangled mess.
Sergeant Wilshire turned to Emma-Sue.
“While your friend is taking a break, do you want to take some swats?”
Emma-Sue thought quickly. “Er, no ma’am. I’ll wait my turn, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind, but don’t go thinking it’s going to be any easier in five minutes’ time.”
“No, ma’am.”
The sergeant and Emma-Sue stood silently watching Anna complete the massaging of her bottom and the untangling of her hair.
“Ma’am, I’ve got a band in my purse. Do you mind if I tie my hair back? Bending over like that, it all gets in my face.”
“I don’t mind, Anna. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”
Anna then searched her purse and drew out an orange rubber band which she then quickly and expertly used to secure her hair in a ponytail.
“Ready for the next five, girl?”
“I guess, ma’am.”
“Get yourself back into position then.”
Anna went back to the chair and bent over again. Emma-Sue watched as her friend forced her head down low and presented her bottom ready for the remainder of her spanking. It was then she noticed how red her friend’s bottom really was, where she could see the lower bare portions not covered by the white polka-dot panties. She had to assume her own bottom would get heavily marked after ten swats, and how would that look if she went swimming on Saturday, as she usually did, at the local amenity?
A loud bang brought Emma-Sue’s attention back to the present. Anna’s spanking had resumed. A shiver ran through Emma-Sue’s body as she watched the sergeant apply another swing of the paddle that terminated in a painful blow to Anna’s backside. There were just three more swats left, and then she would have to take Anna’s place. Emma-Sue started to panic.
Anna cried out when the eighth swat slammed into her sparsely covered bottom. Tears filled her eyes and she started moaning in a continuous low whine as she was spanked again. She was sore, so sore, and although she reckoned her spanking must be about over, she had lost precisely which swat that was. After the paddle hit her bottom again, she gripped the front edge of the chair and waited to be spanked again.
“Okay, girl. You’re done.”
The words didn’t register with Anna. It was only when the sergeant put the paddle back down on the small desk and physically lifted the teenager up from her bending position that Anna realised her ordeal was over. Now she tried to rub her sore bottom, dry her eyes and flip her ponytail back behind her head all in one go.
“There’s a box of tissues in the right-hand drawer, Anna. Go help yourself. Maybe put the box on the desk. I daresay your friend will appreciate them in a few minutes’ time. Ain’t that right, Emma-Sue?”
“I guess, ma’am.”
Slowly, Anna got herself together. The tears slowed, the pain in her bottom steadied to a raw soreness, and she removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail. She handed it to Emma-Sue, who was nervously awaiting the instruction to assume the position.
“Perhaps you ought to put your dress back on, Anna,” the sergeant suggested.
Anna blushed bright red, almost as red as her backside, when it was pointed out to her she was standing in just bra and panties. The sergeant helped her on with her dress.
“Thanks,” Anna said in return, although she grimaced when the sergeant smoothed the back of the dress over her backside.
“Sore, huh?”
“That was some spanking, ma’am.”
“You deserved it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, Emma-Sue, I guess it’s your turn.” Sergeant Wilshire picked the paddle back off the desk and used it to gesture Emma-Sue towards the chair. “You going to go over the back of the chair or just bend over and grab your shins?”
Emma-Sue didn’t reply immediately, instead busying herself with securing her own blond hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Her nerves were totally on edge as she took a couple of steps forward and looked hard at the chair. She knew there was no way out of taking her ten licks, just as Anna had done, albeit with a lot of blubbing. Taking a deep breath, she decided bravado was her best policy.
“I guess I’ll grab my shins, ma’am.”
“Okay, about here would do just fine,” the sergeant said, using the paddle to point to a spot right in front of her. “But you won’t forget to slip your jeans down first, now will you?”
Emma-Sue swallowed. She’d completely forgotten that bit.
“Sorry, ma’am,” she muttered quietly, as she now stood on the spot indicated by the sergeant.
Conscious of both the sergeant and Anna watching her every move, Emma-Sue unfastened the front of her jeans and slipped them down to her ankles. Without thinking, she pulled the hem of her T-shirt down so it acted as a kind of skirt and covered her panties, much to the sergeant’s amusement.
“I’m going to need you to raise your T-shirt up so your panties are not covered by it, Emma-Sue. Tuck it well up and make sure it ain’t going to fall down.”
“Oh heck! This is so embarrassing!”
“Don’t you go worrying about that,” the sergeant said. “We’re all girls together here.”
With a sideways glance at the sergeant, Emma-Sue carefully rolled the hem of her T-shirt up until she’d exposed her brief lemon-colored panties and her midriff, right up to her white bra. She looked round and saw Anna still watching her through tear-stained eyes.
“Okay, ma’am, I guess I’m ready.”
“Good girl. Bend over and grab your shins nice and tightly.”
The blond-haired teenager bent over and grabbed her shins just above her ankles, knowing her bottom would be prominently presented for the spanking that would start at any moment.
“You ready, girl?”
“Yes, ma’am. Go for it.” Emma-Sue sounded a lot braver than she was really feeling.
Not sure how to take Emma-Sue’s bluster, sergeant Wilshire swung the paddle and delivered a solid smack to the seat of the teenager’s brief panties. Emma-Sue grunted, but held her position. A second swipe of the paddle made the girl wriggle about, but she soon held herself still again. The third swat had a similar effect.
“You okay, girl?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Emma-Sue looked round briefly at the sergeant, then immediately looked back down at the floor in front of her as she awaited the next stroke.
Sergeant Wilshire drew the paddle back and applied a good, firm swat to Emma-Sue’s bottom. The teenager wriggled just a little, so the officer rapidly gave her another swat. Emma-Sue grunted.
“You want to take a break there, honey?”
Emma-Sue took a deep breath.
“Um, no ma’am. Let’s get this done.”
“Okay.”
The sergeant wasted no time in applying the sixth swat, and Emma-Sue ouched as it met her backside.
Anna, meanwhile, had finished trying to massage away the soreness in her own backside, her tears had subsided, and she began to focus more on the spanking being given to her friend. She could see Emma-Sue’s bottom where it wasn’t covered by the lemon-colored panties, and it already looked red sore, as sore as her own bottom was feeling.
The loud smack of another swat applied to her friend’s backside brought Anna back to the here and now. She marveled at how Emma-Sue managed to stay stock still and take her spanking, and with just small cries of distress as each swat landed.
Two more swats seemed to be administered in quicker succession, though they were no less hard than all the others. Then, for the final swat, the sergeant rubbed the paddle in a circular fashion over the seat of Emma-Sue’s lemon-colored panties, seeming to want to relish the final swat. The paddle came back extra high and the loud crash left no doubt that was the hardest swat of all.
“Aaahh!!” Emma-Sue finally cried out loudly.
“Okay, girl, you’re done too.”
As Emma-Sue straightened up, her first priority was to rub her bottom gingerly through the thin material of her panties. Her second was to reach down and try and pull up her jeans from where they were puddled around her ankles. It was clearly a struggle, and Anna went forward and helped her. Fastening the jeans was the next difficulty they faced. It seemed as though the jeans had become a size or more too small.
“I guess your bottom has become a little swollen with that pounding I gave you,” sergeant Wilshire remarked as she watched the two girls struggle.
Anna helped Emma-Sue by pulling the zip of the jeans up as far as it would go, and then pulling the hem of her T-shirt over the jeans and as far down as it would go, so the shirt would act as a kind of skirt and hide the exposed portions of panties caused by the half-fastened zip.
“I bet you two girls are feeling quite hard done by and pretty sorry for yourselves right now, huh?” sergeant Wilshire said as she put the paddle away. “But hopefully that will persuade you to avoid getting into trouble smoking pot and drinking alcohol in future. If it does, then it will have been worthwhile. And remember, when you’re older it won’t be possible to avoid appearing in court by getting spanked. You might not believe it right now, but those consequences can be a lot worse than a sore butt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” both girls responded.
“You all ready to go?”
“Yes, ma’am. I guess,” Emma-Sue answered for both of them.
“Okay, I’ll show you out.”
As they went out into the reception area, the male sergeant at the counter smiled broadly as he watched the two girls walking stiffly across to the main entrance door.
“You all have a good day, ladies,” he called, and laughed.
The End
© Kenny Walters 2023