At fourteen minutes to nine, Laura Peters parked her car in her allotted slot in the staff car park at the back of the Justice Service building and went up to the door marked ‘Staff Only’. Once inside, she went straight to the women’s staff changing room.
“Good morning,” she announced cheerfully to the several women in various stages of undress as they were changing into their uniforms.
With several responses ringing in her ears, Laura went to her locker and unlocked the door. She stripped off her T-shirt and hung it on a hanger, then unfastened her jeans and took them off.
“Good morning, Laura,” a voice greeted her as she stood in just her brief pink panties and white bra.
“Good morning, Trisha,” Laura turned her head to find Trisha Parkinson standing behind her. “What’s on for today?”
“A pretty full schedule, actually.” Trisha continued to watch as Laura first put on her white uniform shirt. The single thin stripe on her epaulets showed her to be a Trainee Justice Officer (TJO). “I was thinking, Laura, you might like to deal with our first two cases. What do you think?”
“Me? Oh, okay, if you think I’m up to it.”
“You’ve had the training, Laura, and you’ve been assisting me for three weeks now. It’s about time we let you loose on our lady offenders. And I think the first two on the list would be fine for you to deal with.”
“Okay. So, what have we got?” Laura pulled her dark blue uniform trousers up and began securing the waistband button.
“First up is a twenty-one year old woman who posted something rather silly and not very nice on social media. She’s getting six strokes, and then we have a thirty-eight year old woman who was arrested for drink driving after she crashed into a parked car. She’s getting twelve strokes.”
Her trousers now fastened, Laura smoothed the material around her slim, pert bottom and declared herself ready. She and Trisha left the changing room and went along a corridor to the front reception area, passing eight closed doors marked as ‘Processing Rooms’.
“We’ll be using room Five today, Laura. Let’s get the key and then we can check it’s all clean and tidy.”
They found the key on a rack in a small store room just behind the reception area.
“You might as well select the cane you want to use while we’re here, Laura.”
Laura looked at the straight rattan canes lying on a small table. Each one was exactly twenty-seven inches long and each had tape wrapped around one end to form a handle and to provide a good grip. She selected one around the same thickness as her little finger that had blue tape as a handle.
“How about this one?” she asked Trisha.
“Fine. They’re all much the same anyway. The Department of Justice is quite particular about making sure they’re more or less identical. Let’s check room Five is fit for purpose. You can leave the cane there while we get ourselves some coffee.”
Laura took her chosen cane back along the corridor and they went into room Five. All the so-called processing rooms were identical. They were small, windowless rooms and contained just two chairs set to one side and a small padded bench placed end on to the further wall. The bench was four feet long and two feet wide, with sturdy wooden legs and a firmly padded top covered in dark green vinyl. Fluorescent strip lighting meant the rooms were well lit. Laura stood the cane in one corner of the room, such that it would not be immediately apparent to the offender when they first entered.
She was well used to these rooms, having assisted Trisha on numerous occasions over the past three weeks, but still she lingered. This would be the culmination of three months’ training at the department’s training centre and three weeks spent learning the practicalities as she assisted Trisha. Now, she felt extremely nervous about actually putting that training into practice.
Laura and Trisha returned to the reception counter and joined two other female officers. Soon, they were all standing behind the counter drinking coffee. Laura glanced up at the old-fashioned clock on the wall and saw it was now a quarter past nine. The first offenders would be due at nine-thirty.
As they looked through the front windows at the street outside, they saw a young woman wearing a black tracksuit looking up and down the road.
“Looks like our first customer for today,” one of the officers stated.
They were soon proved correct when the woman pressed the buzzer outside the door.
“Yes?” the same female officer said into the intercom.
“Sara Wilkinson. My appointment is for nine-thirty.”
“Come in.” The officer pressed a button to release the lock on the door and the woman came into the reception area and approached the counter. She handed a form to the officer who checked the details on a computer sitting on a shelf below the countertop.
“Please state your full name, your age and the reason for your being here.”
“I-I, er, I’m Sara Virginia Wilkinson, twenty-one, I’m, er, I’ve been prosecuted for something I posted on social media.”
“The outcome being?”
“Er, um, I was found guilty. Well, I pleaded guilty. My solicitor said I would likely get a reduced sentence that way.”
“Probably correct,” the officer commented. “Please confirm your sentence.”
““Um, I’m to, you know, get six strokes.” The woman looked sheepishly down at the floor.”
“Fine.” The officer glanced towards Trisha, who gave a nudge to Laura.
Laura coughed nervously and approached the young woman.
“I’m Laura Peters, I’ll be dealing with your case today. Would you follow me, please?”
“I’m r-really sc-scared,” Sara said as she followed Laura towards room Five, Trisha tagging on behind.
“I’m sure,” Laura acknowledged. “It will be painful, but you’ll get through it and hopefully learn from the experience.”
They reached room Five and Laura unlocked the door.
“In you go.”
Sara nervously looked around as she stepped into the room. “Sorry, is this where you, like, do it?”
“It is,” Laura answered. “Just do as we tell you and it will all be over very quickly. Please remove your shoes, your trousers and your knickers.”
“What? Sorry, I just thought I’d bend over and then, well, I’d get whacked.”
“You obviously didn’t read the leaflet they would have sent you, did you?”
“Um, no. No, I didn’t.”
“If you had, you would have known the caning is applied to your bare backside.”
“What? Oh god! No, surely not?”
“I’m sorry, but it has to be done on your bare bottom. It’s regulations. Everyone gets treated the same.”
“I can’t believe this. Surely, I can at least keep my knickers on?”
“Sorry, no.”
The young woman and Laura stood facing each other, a look of disbelief on Sara’s face and a sympathetic smile on Laura’s.
“You need to start undressing,” Trisha interjected.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then we’ll have to do it for you.”
“This is ridiculous!” Sara exclaimed, but she immediately kicked off her shoes and pushed down her tracksuit trousers. She picked the trousers up and placed them on one of the chairs.
“Knickers too, please,” Laura directed when Sara hesitated.
“Look, they’re only thin,” the young woman pleaded.
“Take them off, please,” Laura confirmed.
With an agitated sigh, Laura finally pushed down her dark blue panties and untangled them from her feet.
“Now what?” she snapped.
“Come over to the bench and stand at the end, please.”
As Sara did so, Laura picked the cane up from the corner of the room. Sara suddenly looked around and saw the implement in Laura’s hand.
“Oh god!”
“Come on, bend over the bench. Rest your upper body on the top. It’s padded so it won’t hurt your tummy.”
“You’re worried about hurting my stomach? But you’re going to hurt my backside, aren’t you?”
“I’m afraid so. That’s your punishment,” Laura replied. “Look, be sensible. Bend over and we can get this done and over with, and you can be out of here.”
Sara took several moments to consider Laura’s words. She looked at both officers and soon realised her predicament was not going to go away. She could protest as much as she liked, but she would not be leaving this room until her sentence had been carried out.
“Okay, please do it quickly.”
Finally, the young woman surrendered and bent over the bench.
“Just tuck your knees in a little more,” Laura asked, to make Sara’s bottom stick out and provide a perfect target.
As soon as Sara complied, Laura took aim and lashed the cane across Sara’s slim bottom.
“Hey, that hurt!” Sara protested.
“I know, I know,” Laura comforted, and struck the cane across the young woman’s bottom for the second stroke.
Sara remained silent and reasonably still for the next three strokes. Only as Laura was lining up the sixth and final stroke did the young woman wail, “It’s so painful!”
Undeterred, Laura completed the punishment with a stroke low down close to Sara’s thighs.
“There! All done. You can get up and get dressed.”
Sara slowly peeled herself off the bench and immediately rubbed her bottom with both hands.
“That bloody hurt!” she exclaimed.
“I’m afraid it has to,” Laura responded. “The pain will soon subdue somewhat and you’ll feel sore for a few hours.”
“Really?” Sara was clearly not best pleased with how her bottom was feeling right at that moment. “May I get dressed now?”
“Of course.”
Laura and Trisha watched as Sara slowly got dressed, and then led her back to the reception area counter where Laura completed the paperwork to confirm Sara’s punishment had been duly carried out. Sara petulantly snatched the paper from Laura’s hand and went for the exit.
When they were on their own again, Trisha asked, “How did you think that went, Laura?”
“Um, not bad. I think I applied the strokes reasonably well.”
“Yes, no problem there. How about the timing?”
“Of the strokes? Yes, I think I got the delay between each stroke fairly good. What did you think?”
“Yes, that was fine too. I did think the whole thing took longer than was helpful to us or to the offender. Try and get the offender stripped and bent over as soon as you can. The longer you leave it, the more agitated they can become.”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Anyway, there are several people in the waiting area, so I guess one of them is our next client. They’ll have already had their identities checked. You’re looking for a Mrs Avril Evans. Go ahead.”
Laura saw four women sitting anxiously on the chairs lined up along the far wall. They all looked up nervously as she went across.
“Mrs Avril Evans?”
A dark-haired woman wearing a pale blue pleated skirt and a black leather jacket began gently sobbing. Laura stood in front of her and repeated, “Mrs Avril Evans?”
The woman nodded.
“Come along then. I’m Laura Peters. I’ll be looking after you today.”
When the woman made no attempt to stand up, Laura took her by the arm and practically had to drag her to her feet.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so scared,” Mrs Peters explained. “I’ve never had to do anything like this before.”
“It’s perfectly okay. I quite understand,” Laura led the woman in the direction of the corridor leading to the punishment rooms. “I’m Laura. May I call you Avril?”
“Y-yes. What’s going to happen?” Avril Evans looked over her shoulder to see Trisha following.
“We’re simply going to carry out the court’s sentence, Avril. I’m going to smack your bottom twelve times and then you’re done. That’s all.”
“Do you really have to do it on my, you know, my bare bottom?”
“It makes it fair for everyone, April.”
“It’s so humiliating. And it’s going to hurt dreadfully, isn’t it. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it.”
“Of course you’ll be able to take it!” Laura responded with a smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll look after you. Look at it this way, the injuries you could have suffered when you crashed your car, not to mention the harm you could have caused to other people, are nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you.”
“Yes, I was very silly,” Avril agreed. “And selfish. I expect you both think I deserve what you’re going to do to me.” She looked round and realised Trisha was following.
“I expect the court offered you an alternative, Avril,” Trisha suggested.
“Yes, a fine and loss of my driving licence for eighteen months. That would have been so, well, inconvenient.”
“You don’t have to worry about that now,” Laura said as she unlocked the door.
Avril went inside and looked anxiously around.
“Is that what you’re going to use on me?” she asked, looking at the cane propped against one of the two small chairs.
Laura cursed herself for leaving it in such an obvious spot. “Yes, that’s it,” she confirmed as she picked it up. We need you to ger undressed now, Avril. Everything below your waist needs to come off. Leave your clothes on the chairs.”
Avril began by taking off her black leather jacket, then looked around for somewhere to hang it.
Laura put the cane on the padded bench and took the woman’s jacket.
“I’ll just wrap it around the back of this chair,” she explained.
She saw Avril was struggling with the zip at the back of her skirt.
“Here, let me.”
Laura soon had the skirt unfastened, but Avril held on to the waistband.
“Come along, slip it down,” Laura encouraged.
“Must I? Yes, of course I must.” Reluctantly, Avril let go of the skirt and Laura helped her untangle it from her feet.
“Knickers off too, Avril.”
Avril was wearing black French knickers, and she toyed with the elastic waistband without pushing them down. Laura inserted her thumbs into the waistband and gently but deliberately pulled them down.
“Probably better to slip your shoes off, Avril.”
The woman complied, and didn’t resist when Laura removed the underwear from around the woman’s feet and put them on top of her skirt on the chair.
“Okay, now all you need to do is bend over the bench. The top is padded so it’s not too uncomfortable. Get right down and rest your upper body on the padded surface.”
“I can’t do this!” Avril wailed.
“Yes, you can.” Laura took the woman by the arm and forced her over to the bench. With Avril still resisting, Laura pushed the back of her head and compelled her down across the bench. The young officer had to grip the woman by the hips and wriggle her into a suitable position.
“Right, you just need to stay nice and still and let me do what has to be done.”
Laura picked up the cane and placed it lightly across both naked buttocks.
“Oh god!” Avril just managed to utter before Laura whipped the cane down.
Avril screamed.
“Keep still, Avril,” Laura advised and whacked the cane down again.
“God!”
Laura quickly administered another stroke. This time Avril cried out and began climbing off the bench.
“No, Avril!” Laura shouted. “Stay where you are. Otherwise, we’ll have to hold you down.”
“I can’t! I just can’t take this!”
“You have to. It’s your punishment. Please bend back over for me.”
The woman stayed standing as she rubbed her bottom frantically.
“Avril!” Laura said firmly. “Avril, you’ve already had three strokes. There’s nine to go. Don’t be stupid, bend over and let me finish your punishment. You need to bring closure to the predicament you got yourself into. Bend over!”
Avril looked over her shoulder at the young officer.
“Yes, you’re right. I am being silly. You must do what you must.”
Laura was surprised both by her own resolute command of the situation, and the effect it had on Avril, who meekly bent back over the padded bench. Laura launched another stroke across the woman’s naked buttocks.
“God, that really hurts!” Avril exclaimed, although she lay still and was apparently committed to taking her caning.
“Just think of the pain you could have caused to anyone you hit when you crashed your car,” Laura retorted.
“Yes, you’re right. I deserve this.”
Avril continued to keep still as Laura carefully applied stroke after stroke across the woman’s naked buttocks. She could see the angry red weals forming as she tried to cover the whole of Avril’s slim backside. This woman would not be sitting down comfortably straight after this!
Laura paused. In her resolve to punish this drink driver, she had lost count of the strokes already applied. She looked round at Trisha.
“Ten,” was the whispered response.
Laura turned back to the task in hand. The final two strokes would be applied firmly and aimed at the lower part of the woman’s bottom, making sitting down as painful as she could make it.
Avril flinched as each stroke of the cane hit, but she submissively kept still.
“That’s done,” Laura announced. “You may get up now and get dressed.”
It took several moments for the words to sink in, and then Avril carefully eased herself up into a standing position. She looked around and smiled awkwardly at Laura.
“I’ll leave you to get Mrs Evans sorted out,” Trisha said. “I’ll get her completed paperwork ready at the counter.”
When the senior officer had left the room and closed the door, Laura felt ill at ease as Avril stood, naked below the waist, holding herself up with one hand on the padded bench while she massaged her sore bottom with the other.
Avril seemed aware of the young officer’s misgivings.
“Don’t worry, I deserved a damn good hiding,” Avril spoke softly. “I know you really laid it on, and I know you lost count near the end. It’s not a problem, really it isn’t.”
Laura blushed.
“You had to be punished,” Laura responded defensively.
“Yes, and you did a fine job. I needed to learn my lesson, and I have. I’ll never drink and drive again. And that’s what it’s all about.”
“Perhaps you should get dressed,” Laura suggested. “I can help if you need it.”
“I think I might leave my knickers off for now, but maybe you could help me with my skirt?”
“Of course.”
Laura picked the skirt up and held it while Avril stepped into it. Laura pulled it up and gently fastened the waistband before helping the woman on with her jacket. Avril pulled a handkerchief from a pocket in the jacket and began wiping her tear-stained face.
“I expect my make-up is all smudged now,” she suggested, trying hard to smile at the young officer.
“Just a little. It’s not too bad.”
“I think the other officer said I needed to collect some paperwork?”
“Yes, to confirm you’ve received your punishment. It will be at the reception counter.”
As Laura held the door open, Avril paused and gave Laura a hug.
The End
© Sara Davies 2025