Disciplined At Home

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Grace opened the front door after hearing the bell ring and saw the two discipline officers. One handed her a Notice confirming the appointment. She saw the name on the form was Jasmine Carson, but knew she wasn’t going to query that even though her own name was Grace Mason. Jasmine was her girlfriend and lover which was why she had agreed to take her place. She quickly read the Notice and saw it confirmed that she was going to get thirty-six strokes of the cane because of the offence that Jasmine had committed and been found guilty of. She stole a single bar of chocolate, on a whim, and was caught and had to attend Court where she pleaded guilty. The punishment was set, as was now the case for so many minor offences, and she chose to have it carried out at home. It was later that Grace agreed to take the punishment for her. She was worried about it but had a long-held fantasy of being caned, which she had missed out on when at school, and saw this as a way to live out that fantasy. The Notice also specified this was the first of three punishment sessions. Grace was twenty-one, with long dark brown hair which for today she had tied back into a bun. She was wearing just her summer dressing gown but knew she would have to remove it once upstairs.  Jasmine was also twenty-one. She was upstairs hiding in the second bedroom, but both women felt she had to be there in case the officers discovered that Grace wasn’t Jasmine. The two officers were women probably a couple of years older than Grace, and they were dressed in their official uniform of a white short-sleeved blouse and a dark blue skirt. Grace noticed that both had bare legs, but then it was the middle of summer. They were both carrying holdalls and Grace knew what was inside them. Once the officers came into the hallway and the door was closed, one of them demanded, “Please take us to have the bedroom.” Grace wasn’t surprised at all by that demand because it was in the paperwork that Jasmine had given to her. She was a little surprised that there wasn’t a better form of identification, because whilst Malatya Escort her hair was a similar colour as Jasmine’s they couldn’t be taken as sisters. However, Grace was happy that she wasn’t tested on that. Grace led the two officers upstairs into the main bedroom. She looked at the double bed which she shared with Jasmine, where they of course made love, but that wasn’t going to happen right now. The two officers put the holdalls on the bed and unzipped them. Grace watched as three thick hook-ended canes were taken out of one of the holdalls together with a thick pillow.  Of more concern to Grace was what was taken out of the other holdall. There were three metal rods, two of which were metal rods with leather cuffs towards the end of each. She knew that they were there to secure her wrists and ankles. Both were about 120 cm in length. The one that would secure her wrists had the cuffs at 90 cm apart, but the extra length of the rod was designed to prevent her from trying to turn herself over. She watched as the metal rod when taken out of the holdall was only about 60 cm, but it pulled out and doubled in length and twisted in the middle to secure it as though it was a single rod. The rod for her legs ended up the same length and had the cuffs about 60 cm apart. That meant her legs were well apart, and once again the extra length of the rod prevented her from turning over. The two rods were connected by the third rod that would run under her body, but she wouldn’t feel it as the officers placed the thick pillow over it where her tummy would be, and that meant her bottom would be well raised up and be ideally placed to be caned. Grace had looked on the internet and saw exactly this frame there so knew that once secured in place her movement was totally restricted so far as avoiding the cane was concerned. When she looked at it on the internet it always got her so aroused imagining being secured in place. Her feelings weren’t the same today. Knowing how she was going to suffer Grace was pleased that she had taken photographs Malatya Escort Bayan of her unmarked bottom in the bathroom mirror as she knew that would change significantly by the time the caning had ended. As the officers quickly put the rods together, one demanded, “Okay, Carson, you need to get undressed right now.” Grace knew from her investigations of the discipline centre’s located around the country that those being punished had to undress completely but were given robes to dress in first of all. She knew from the paperwork that as she was in her own home, which at least was true, that wasn’t necessary. So, she quickly undid her dressing gown and slipped it down her arms putting it on the dressing table chair, leaving herself fully naked. She stood with one arm covering her breasts, and the other dangling between her legs and so covering her hair mound, feeling extremely exposed, but knowing that wasn’t the worst of her problems by a long way. Grace was aware that the two officers glanced across at her from time to time and was pretty sure they were smirking. She wasn’t surprised by that, although at least she knew she did have a rather good figure with large breasts and wondered if the two women might even be turned on by her nakedness. As a last gesture of defiance, albeit she wasn’t feeling defiant at all, she clasped her hands behind her back so her full breasts and pussy were on show and could see both officers stare at her for rather longer than before. At least that made her feel better about herself. Grace’s feeling of superiority vanished in a second as one of the officers commanded, “Lie on the bed, Carson, and let’s get you secured in place.” Grace swallowed hard and winced in anticipation as she knelt on the bed and then positioned her tummy over the thick pillows knowing that her bottom was going to be positioned well above the rest of her body. She then placed her arms right out and watched as the two officers secured her wrists in the leather cuffs. She didn’t have nearly as good a sight as Escort Malatya the officers took hold of her ankles and moved them well apart and secured them both in the ankle leather cuffs. Finally, the officers had already placed a thick leather belt under the pillow, and they then secured it around her waist. She knew there would be nothing she could do to protect her now fully exposed bottom from what she knew were going to be extremely hard strokes of the cane.  Grace had read a lot about discipline centres, quite a new phenomenon for punishing offenders. Until quite recently all punishments had to be given at a discipline centre itself. However, the rules changed and permitted those sentenced to be disciplined to choose to have those sentences carried out in their own home. It actually made sense, particularly where the discipline officers had to travel further to get to a discipline centre than they did to get to the home of someone sentenced to be disciplined. Grace then heard the swishing sound as both officers were bringing her attention to the fact that she was about to be caned. Next moment she heard a very stern tone of voice say, “Thirty-six strokes. There will be no gaps and we will count them out. Any requests to stop will mean that that stroke doesn’t count and will be replaced by two more strokes. Is that understood, Carson?” Grace said a very submissive sounding, “Yes, ma’am.”  In fact, Grace felt more than submissive and was positively worried. She knew that when Jasmine told her about the punishment and said how scared she was, she was delighted when Grace offered to stand in for her. Grace had explained at the time that she had fantasised for so long about being caned, although in a school or college environment. She had read about discipline centres in the newspapers and on the internet and she had even played with the idea of committing an offence on purpose to earn being sent there. Grace knew that whenever she thought about it her nipples were taut, as was her clit, and she fingered herself to some amazing orgasms. She knew all of that was very different to what was about to happen to her, but she told herself that actually being secured in place in the way that she was made it easier because all she had to do was lie there and take it, making sure she didn’t beg for the punishment to stop before it had ended. 

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