Doris at the Discipline Centre

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Sixty-year-old Doris Caxton opened the official-looking envelope that was incorrectly delivered as it was addressed to a Mrs Diana Carson who lived on a road close by with a very similar name and with the same house number. She was interested, though, because the letter came from the Discipline Centre.  Doris saw when she opened the letter that it was an instruction to attend the Discipline Centre to receive fifty strokes of the cane. It seems that the lady it was addressed to, who Doris thought she knew but was not sure, had been caught shoplifting for the third time which would have meant a jail term, and she opted for the cane instead. This was now a standard alternative offered by the authorities to keep the numbers of offenders of more minor offences out of prison and so keep those numbers down with the consequent cost saving Doris had often fantasised over the years about being spanked and caned. She had never been caned at school, although almost all of her friends had been. She even thought that she could actually go to the Discipline Centre, with this letter, and experience a caning. As she read the letter time and again, she realised that the only identification that she needed to take with her was this letter. It was clearly on the assumption that no one wanted to go and get caned, as for real offenders it was the pain-filled penalty that they had to pay to avoid prison. Well, Doris thought that she could use this to get the experience of a caning that she craved. The appointment was set for two days’ time, so Doris told herself that she had time to think this through. By the following day, she was wavering although she thought it would be extremely unfair if she did nothing because the other lady would no doubt get an even greater penalty bearing in mind that Doris had signed for the letter when it was personally delivered. By the morning of the appointment, Doris had convinced herself that it would be okay to go to the Discipline Centre because, first of all, she would then satisfy her long-held fantasy, and, secondly, she would actually be doing a favour to the other lady in taking her punishment. Doris had always wondered why she fantasised about being caned or spanked or generally given any punishment that would hurt. After all, before retiring she was a senior manager of a large commercial company, with a large team of staff reporting to her. She was always seen as an alpha female and yet whenever she was alone, she would picture herself being caned or spanked.  Now that she was in his sixties, and probably for the last ten or fifteen years, she had altered her fantasy to being spanked and caned by a much younger woman. There was something even sexy about submitting to someone young enough to be her daughter Cebeci Escort or even her granddaughter, although she never married, so did not have any daughters or granddaughters. However, she started to wonder how much younger than her the disciplinarians at the Discipline Centre might be. Doris was feeling quite tense as she got dressed in a sleeveless summer dress, leaving her legs bare as it was after all the middle of summer. The Discipline Centre was just a short car drive away, and she parked the car two-hundred yards away and walked to the Discipline Centre. As she walked, she kept reminding herself that she was there because of shoplifting offences. She certainly felt tense at the prospect of the pain, but also very excited at the thought of being caned. Fifty strokes were rather more than she would have got at school, but then she was now an adult, and the punishment should, of course, be that much greater. Maybe she was just being silly, but she was determined to see this through. Doris had left home with plenty of time, and when she got to the Discipline Centre, she stood on the other side of the road for a while and watched as several women, of all ages, went inside. However, she also saw several women coming out of the Discipline Centre and every single one was rubbing her bottom, looking at the pavement no doubt because they were too embarrassed to look at anyone, but definitely needed to rub their bottoms. Doris wondered if she would be the same. The letter gave a quite specific time to walk into the Discipline Centre and Doris kept to that exact time. When she entered, there was a reception desk with three receptionists. There were two other women already being signed in and so she went up to the third receptionist and handed her the letter. The receptionist took the letter without saying anything and looked at her computer screen although Doris felt that as she did, she had a smirk on her face which she was trying to hide. Maybe she did that with all of the attendees who were going to be caned to put them in their place whilst here? She did not even look up as she printed off what turned out to be a discipline form which she just gave to Doris and instructed, “Go along the corridor, Carson, and go into Room Seven.” Doris knew that the letter was addressed to Diana Carson so did not react to the fact that she was being called by the wrong name. Why should she after all? Instead, she took the letter and form and really thought about how to address the receptionist and so said, “Thank you, Miss,” addressing her as she would a teacher. The Receptionist did not react but just looked back at the computer screen. Doris walked along the corridor and saw that each room had a number as its Cebeci Escort Bayan designation. It did not take long to get to Room Seven and she stood outside and knocked on the door. She almost immediately heard the instruction to enter, which she did do, closing the door behind herself.  When she turned into the room, she saw a young female dressed in a uniform of a short-sleeved blue shirt, a blue skirt, and dark blue tights standing in the room. As she got closer Doris saw the name tag that said, Officer Tate. Officer Tate looked stern as she ordered, “Get undressed and put all your clothes in the basket.”  Doris looked in the direction that Officer Tate was pointing at and saw the clothes basket. Doris had not realised that she had to get fully undressed but saw that as part of the experience she was going to have, and so immediately kicked off her shoes, bent down and picked them up and put them in the clothes basket. She then unzipped her dress, slid it down her arms, pushed it down past her waist catching her knickers on the way, pushed both to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them all in the clothes basket. She then put her arms behind her back, undid her bra, slipped that down her arms, caught it, and put that with her other clothes. As she stood there naked, she was standing in front of a full-length mirror and was able to look at herself in the mirror and saw how attractive she thought she was even with her creased face, turkey neck, bat wings, fleshy tummy, and thighs, and then turned around and saw her equally fleshy bottom cheeks. It was then she realised that the next time she looked in the mirror there were going to be plenty of welts painted across her bottom cheeks, and no doubt an awful lot of pain. As Doris was looking at her bottom in the mirror, Officer Tate gave the very firm instruction, “This way, Carson.” Doris saw the door that Officer Tate was pointing at which had a sign that read, Punishment Area. Doris walked towards Officer Tate and thought that she only looked in her very early twenties and hoped that she would be the one who would discipline her because that would satisfy her longing to be disciplined by someone that age. It made her really excited and felt that her vulva was throbbing and might quite possibly be damp.  Officer Tate did not wait for Doris to come across but just walked straight into the punishment area, clearly expecting Doris to follow her, which she did as well as closing the door behind herself.  Doris followed Officer Tate obediently but smirked to herself thinking how at work others would have stayed and waited for her, keeping the door open, and then closing it behind them. Well, this was certainly very different, Escort Cebeci but then she was not the alpha female here whereas this rather young officer was. Once inside the punishment area, the officer instructed, “Stand against the wall with your hands on your head, Carson.” Doris did as she was told and stood with her back to the wall placing her hands on her head, and immediately saw the caning frame. She could see that she would have to stay standing, and bend over at waist level, stretching her arms forward so that her wrists would be secured in leather cuffs. She saw that her waist would also be secured as well as the tops of her thighs and her ankles. She could see the reason for it because if she was going to get fifty strokes, and no doubt others got rather more, then the last thing the disciplinarian would want is for the person being caned to jump up after every stroke and mess around. When ordered to do so, Doris bent over the caning frame and got tense again as the cuffs and straps secured her tightly in place. Once Officer Tate had secured Doris in place, she rubbed her bare bottom a few times knowing that Doris could hardly complain. It was all part of transferring control, which also helped Office Tate feel more confident about her position of disciplinary control. After all, she was still training to be a disciplinarian but was very close to qualifying. Officer Tate then made a point of going to another wall and taking off the hook a hook-ended cane and swished it as she walked back towards the caning frame and ordered, “Right, Carson, let’s give you those fifty strokes.” Doris winced as she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom. She had found having her bottom rubbed by Officer Tate’s hand rather nice, but having her bottom rubbed with the cane was certainly scary. Even so, although tense, Doris still wanted to be caned and have this experience. Now she would find out whether the reality was the same as her fantasy. Whilst rubbing the cane from side to side, Officer Tate said in a very stern tone of voice, “The room is soundproofed, so it doesn’t matter how loud you cry out.” That actually helped Doris as she was worried about making too much noise as she was caned. Officer Tate then landed the bombshell as far as Doris was concerned. “Of course, I know that you are not Carson. What is your real name?” Doris was startled by that and taken completely by surprise. She did manage to get out, “How,” but before she could continue, she received the first stroke of the cane which bit into her bottom and caused her to yelp. Officer Tate said sternly, “Now you are being silly. We have photos of the real offenders, and they flash up on the screen in reception. You are showing your age if you did not think that would happen.” Doris realised just how silly she had been in thinking she could pass off as the real offender and was worried. With that, Officer Tate pulled her arm back and landed two hard strokes on Doris’s bottom and got the expected gasps. 

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