Karen was thirty-one, and well overweight, with fleshy arms and legs, a large bulging tummy, and huge dangling breasts. She had got twelve points for driving offences, and when given the choice between a driving ban or twenty-four strokes of the cane on her bare bottom, she chose the latter.  

In fact, as she was walking towards the Discipline Centre, wearing a vest top, shorts, and trainers, Karen was smiling to herself because she was a masochist and had fantasised for so long about being spanked and caned. The only thing was, she had never actually experienced either, but still gave herself huge orgasms when in bed, imagining herself being spanked and caned.  

Karen was a lesbian, and so she always imagined herself being spanked and caned by a woman. She pictured several women friends of hers that she would love to be spanked and caned by and pictured them doing just that as she fingered herself to huge orgasms. However, she still had never plucked up the courage to ask any of them to do it. 

The hope she had today was that the Officer who was going to discipline her would be a woman. She had made enquiries about this, and it did seem that the rule was that whoever was being disciplined was punished by a person of the same sex, so she really did hope that would be the case today. It was also the rule that each day dealt with one sex only, so there should only be other women at the Discipline Centre who were being punished.  

Karen arrived at the Discipline Centre and went up to the reception desk. She had a letter confirming her attendance, which she showed the receptionist who logged her onto the computer system. After that, the receptionist pointed down the hallway and said, “Go down there, and you will come to the waiting area. Sit on one of the chairs, but no speaking is allowed to any of the others. Keep in mind that if you are caught speaking, your punishment will be increased by twenty-five percent.” 

Karen was by now rather tense, decided that she wanted to be obedient as she didn't want any more than twenty-four strokes, and replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Karen made her way to the waiting area, saw four other women there at the same time, and took a seat. None of the women spoke to each other. 

Exactly on time for her punishment, five Officers came into the waiting area, and each called out the name of one of the women. They all got up obediently, and each went with their respective Punishment Officer. 

Karen was pleased that all of the Punishment Officers were women, and she could tell from the badge on her Punishment Officer's shirt that her name was Officer Parsons. 

What Karen liked was the fact that Officer Parsons was in a short-sleeved shirt, and, with her hair tied back in a bun, she did find Officer Parsons rather attractive and was clearly turned on by her. More so by Officer Parsons’ authoritative tone of voice.  

When they got to where the punishment was going to be given, with the name of the room on the door, Punishment Room 7, it gave Karen a very clear idea about how many people were sent here to be punished each day. 

Officer Parsons opened the door and indicated to Karen to go inside, which she did, and as soon as she got inside, Karen saw another female officer, and her name tag said, Officer Mitchell. Karen thought just how attractive Officer Mitchell was as well. 

Karen then saw the caning table, which she had read up on as well, and knew that she was going to be secured in place with leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as leather straps around her upper thighs and waist. She was looking eagerly at the caning table, although she wasn’t feeling particularly worried because she knew that it was going to hurt, and she really did hope that she would also get sexually aroused, just as she did during her fantasies when fingering herself to her huge orgasms in bed. 

Officers Parsons and Mitchell were obviously used to prisoners coming into the room and eyeing the caning table. They were also experienced enough to be able to tell the difference between those prisoners who were really scared about what was going to happen, those who were concerned but then probably had had the punishment before, and right through to those who were being punished for the first time and still didn’t look worried but just interested. After all, the Officers knew that several prisoners they punished here enjoyed being caned, and used it to satisfy their own sexual desires, fingering each other to huge orgasms in the toilets afterward. 

The two Officers both put Karen in that last category, happily wanting the punishment, and knew that with those prisoners, they could actually have more fun than just giving them the punishment. The two of them were in cohorts, because it was clearly against the rules, but they knew they could get away with it.  

Making that assumption, Officer Parsons said, “As you haven’t addressed us as ‘Ma’am,' we will be adding six strokes to your punishment. However, we don’t have to add them if you take your punishment fully naked. It just helps to show us that you are accepting your punishment and are giving us the respect we deserve.” 

As soon as Karen heard that, she told herself that she would love to be naked in front of both of these officers, so she replied, “I’ll take the naked option, please, Ma’am.” 

Officer Parson’s kept a straight face as she replied, “Then do it, now.” 

Karen didn’t waver as she immediately pulled her vest top up and over her head, putting it on the table in front of her. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slipped it down her arms, caught it, and put it with her vest top. She then kicked her trainers off, undid her shorts, and pushed them downward, catching her knickers on the way, pushed them both down to the floor, stepped out of them, and put them with her vest top and bra. 

Karen knew that she was well overweight and even saw the smirks on the faces of both officers. However, she was used to getting those looks whenever she was on a beach in a swimsuit. She knew that she had tried to diet but just never could. She therefore accepted the smirks and even hoped that both officers were getting damp knickers as they looked at her, particularly her huge breasts. 

Mind you, Karen also realised as she stood there that she was already getting taut nipples, so both officers would know that she was turned on. 

Once Karen had got undressed, both officers did see her taut nipples, and that told them that the prisoner was one of those whom they could push further than the rules allowed.  

Officer Parsons instructed, “Go and bend over the caning table.” 

Karen did as she was told, went over to the table, bent down across it, knowing to place her wrists next to the wrist cuffs. She wasn’t even so worried when her wrists were secured in the wrist cuffs, and then Officer Mitchell secured each leg in the ankle cuffs, leaving Karen’s legs well apart. Then the leather strap was secured around her waist, followed by the two leather straps securing her upper thighs.  

As Karen lay there, pulling slightly at the cuffs, she knew she was properly secured in place, and that turned her on even more as she was now living out her submissive masochistic nature.  

Right in front of Karen’s face was a screen with the number 24 on it. Karen certainly liked the idea that she would be able to see the number as each stroke landed, although, of course, in her fantasy she had always imagined that her eyes would become blurred as they filled with tears and supposed that would be the case here as well. 

Karen was now a bit more concerned about whether she would cope, but, as she knew there would be twenty-four strokes of the cane, she reckoned that she could control her mind in such a way that she could actually enjoy the caning as she would not have to wonder how many strokes were left. At least, she hoped so. 

Officer Parsons went to the cupboard by the wall and knew that the prisoner would be able to look sideways and see that the cupboard was full of senior hook-ended canes. She also knew that the prisoner would be able to watch as she took out one of the canes and swished it as she walked with the cane towards the caning table. 

Once by the table, Officer Parsons positioned herself, laid the cane on Karen’s bottom, making sure that the cane would land wholly on her bottom. Officer Parsons smiled at Officer Mitchell, knowing that she did realise that as the prisoner had such a large fleshy bottom, it would be pretty much impossible to miss.  

Officer Parsons announced, “We will now start.” 

Without any further warning, just moments later, Karen felt the first stroke bite into her bottom. She knew that she gasped because it was much more painful than she thought it would be, but told herself that at least the first stroke was over.  

Officer Parsons then proceeded to land stroke after stroke, each time watching the cane bite into the fleshy bottom cheeks of the prisoner and reckoned that this was one of the fattest bottoms that she had ever caned. However, she knew that she was enjoying herself doing her job, which was to make the prisoner suffer, as always.  

Karen struggled more and more with each stroke. It really was far more painful than she had expected, but, even so, she told herself that she wasn’t going to scream out and beg the Officer to stop, because she wanted to be caned, and that was the reason why she got those speeding offences. So, she told herself that even if she struggled and couldn’t cope, this was the experience that she wanted, because she was a submissive and a masochist and wanted to experience someone else having the power over her to punish her, just like was happening now. It delighted her, even as she gasped after another hard stroke landed on her bottom. 

With those thoughts, Karen knew that she was actually getting sexually aroused as each stroke landed, to the extent that she was also gyrating and so grinding her stretched pussy lips against the tabletop, and knew that she experienced a huge orgasm, even as another one of the painful strokes landed. 

By the twelfth stroke, Karen knew she had by then had two orgasms. 

It changed, though, after eighteen strokes of the cane. Karen knew that her eyes were full of tears and that she was sobbing, but when the eighteenth stroke bit into her bottom, she couldn’t stop herself from crying. What was even worse was that she heard Officer Mitchell say, “I don’t think the strokes are hard enough, so make them harder.” 

When Officer Parsons replied, “I think you are right. Mind you, I can see this prisoner has sex juice dribbling down her thighs. I think she’s turned on.” 

With that, Karen felt Officer Parsons running her hand up and down her inner thigh, then running a finger along her pussy lips, and knew that as she was leaking her sex juice, Officer Parsons would feel it and know for sure that she was turned on by being caned.  

At the same time, Karen felt a hand going underneath one of her breasts, and realised that it was Officer Mitchell doing that, who all of a sudden squeezed her taut nipple so hard that Karen couldn’t stop herself from gasping. At the same time, she realised she was having a third orgasm, because she was loving the pain she was suffering.  

Then, Karen felt something much harder than a finger tap her stretched pussy lips, and a moment later she cried out in pain as she realised that the cane had been used to flick her pussy lips. As awful as it was, though, Karen knew that she would love that to happen again. When it did, she cried out in pain again but still wanted a third stroke. She even got that, and tears flooded down her face, but she knew how seriously turned on she was by having her pussy lips caned. 

Karen couldn’t see the two officers, but they were smiling at each other, and really were enjoying making Karen suffer, but the smiles were because they also knew that what they were doing was getting the prisoner aroused. After all, part of the fun for them was to get her so aroused she orgasmed, and that had clearly happened multiple times. 

Officer Parsons knew that the prisoner having orgasms meant that whilst she had given eighteen properly hard strokes with the cane, as usual she could increase the strength of each of the last six strokes, which she did. Each of those last six strokes was harder, but even then, the two officers were wondrous when the prisoner let out another huge orgasm after the last stroke. How could anyone do that, Officer Parsons asked herself, but she had no doubt that she had just watched the prisoner have that orgasm. It made her own knickers wet, and, looking at Officer Mitchell, she was sure that her knickers were wet as well. 

Karen was surprised at how she was still sexually aroused after all twenty-four strokes, plus those on her pussy lips, and even felt that final orgasm was the strongest that she had ever had. It definitely told her that she had to find a girlfriend who could be this dominant with her, punish her this thoroughly, and then make love. Once again, she told herself that she was so pleased that she had put herself through this, willingly and happily, and got so many of the orgasms that she had really hoped that she would get. 

Of course, Karen knew that whilst she had all of the orgasms, there was no way that these officers were going to make love to her.  

Both Officers also knew that was the case, because neither wanted to be caught out actually getting one of the prisoners to lick them to an orgasm. It could only be one way, with them giving the orgasms to the prisoner, and, frankly, that already happened multiple times. Of course, both officers would be on a break afterward and knew they would give each other orgasms then, hopefully to match the huge ones that the prisoner had got from them. 

Officer Mitchell had left her hand caressing the prisoner’s huge fleshy breast, and now that the caning was over, she did squeeze the prisoner's nipple once again and enjoyed the gasp of pain the prisoner let out. Of course, she reckoned the prisoner would also have enjoyed it, borne out by the gasp the prisoner gave, and how the prisoner was once again gyrating and gave herself another orgasm.  

After that, Karen was conscious that she wasn’t being touched anymore and calmed down. When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t see the number on the screen in front of her but assumed it was now zero. After a little while longer, though, she could just about make out that it was a zero. 

Karen then felt the straps around both of her thighs being released, as was the strap around her waist, followed by the release of the two ankle cuffs, and, finally, the two wrist cuffs.  

Straight after that, Karen heard Officer Parsons instruct, “Get up now, and get dressed.” 

Karen knew that she had to obey, although she did struggle to get back into a standing position. At least she did that and, asking permission, which was granted, sat down on the chair next to the table where her clothes were. She put on her knickers and shorts while she was seated. She did the same with her bra and vest top too. Finally, she put her trainers back on. 

Once dressed, she stood up. Her vision was clearer now, and she looked at both Officers and decided to stay standing until she was told what to do. 

It was Officer Parsons who then said, “When you go out of the room, turn right, and keep going along the corridor to the reception desk. Report there, and they will sign you out.” 

Karen realised that she was still sobbing, but replied, “Yes, Ma’am,” and made sure that she looked at both officers. After that, she turned, went to the door, opened it, walked through, and closed the door behind herself. She then walked down the corridor, passing no one on the way, which did surprise her, although she did hear several loud gasps as she walked past the other punishment rooms and assumed they were from prisoners in the rooms being caned.  

What Karen didn't hear was the orgasmic gasps coming from Punishment Room 7 as Officer Parsons and Officer Mitchell happily gave each other multiple huge orgasms, as they had both been so turned on by the orgasms that they had given the prisoner. 

When at the reception desk, Karen remained obedient and respectful as she was signed out and told that she could leave.  

After walking out of the Discipline Centre, Karen made her way home, thinking how she would love to have either of the Punishment Officers as her girlfriend. It got her knickers damp again.  

Once home, the first thing Karen did was to go to the bathroom, push down her shorts and knickers, turn and look at her bottom in the mirror, and she quickly gasped. There were so many thick welts right across her bottom, so she really could understand why it had been so painful. 

On the other hand, as she ran her fingers along the welts and ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips, in hardly any time at all she gave herself yet another huge orgasm. 

Karen was just so delighted with the way things had gone. She even wondered that, as she now had no points on her Licence, she could get caught several times again and be sent for another punishment.  

However, Karen quickly told herself that she really would prefer to find a girlfriend who would do just the same to her and decided that should be her focus. At least that was the preferred option, she told herself, smiling.