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This story is set in the future when a more localised discipline regime was in place for minor crimes.

Jennifer and Alison had been friends about six years and had met at a party of mutual friends and hit it off immediately. The two women were both sixty-four-year-old grandparents. They had several similar interests and often met up and went for a coffee or shopping together.

Both ladies liked a bit of excitement and although they were not short of money did enjoy the thrill of stealing from clothes shops. They knew the risks of being caught and indeed Alison had been caught twice already, but it was like an addiction neither could shake off. Jennifer had been lucky so far and had not been caught even once.

Both ladies knew of the new laws regarding theft and other similar crimes. The Courts were getting overloaded and a new system of local administration of minor crime was introduced which involved a new body of Local Enforcement Officers who worked with the authorities and for first and second timers could dispense discipline at the scene of the crime of their capture. In most cases the discipline took the form of a spanking by the Enforcement Officer and in front of anyone who happened to be there or close-by. Alison has been disciplined twice that way.

For multiple offender’s the rules were different. The offender still didn't need to attend Court and could agree to attend the local Discipline Centre to be punished. The punishment was also with an audience who were normally late teenagers as the authorities had learned that by showing them what punishment they faced they were more likely to refrain from breaking the law.

Alison had never minded being spanked even in public, nor the age of the person spanking her. In fact, she was regularly spanked by women who were only old enough to be her granddaughters as she loved submitting to women of that young age. The youngest so far had been nineteen-years-old and the two Enforcement Officers who had spanked her so publicly were only a little older than that. Unlike most women her age she was actually turned on by being spanked even in public and so the new rules worked for her. At least they did when spanked by the Enforcement Officers but she knew though that the next time she was caught she would have to go to the Discipline Centre and be punished under their rather stricter regime.

Today hadn't gone well for Jennifer and Alison. They had gone to the Department Store in the Shopping Mall together and had both stolen a dress, or at least had tried to. They were stopped by the Store detective who had called the local Enforcement Officer. Two officers arrived, Officers Foster and Rose

Officer Cheryl Foster interviewed the two women and soon established that Alison was a multiple offender while Jennifer was a first timer. Cheryl was twenty-one-years-old but had been an Enforcement Officer for three-years and so was very much an experienced Enforcement Officer.

Officer Foster looked at Alison who she could see was in her sixty’s and wearing a summery floral dress with a hem just above her knee and with bare legs and asked in a firm tone, “Do you want to go to Court or the Discipline Centre?"

Alison was worried at the thought of attending the Discipline Centre but knew that at least the punishment was over with quickly albeit painfully, so, she replied, "I'll attend the Discipline Centre please, Miss."

Officer Foster was used to being spoken to with that type of respect, even from women Alison's age. "I will take you there and will deal with your punishment."

Alison winced as Officer Foster came over and attached a handcuff to her left wrist already having the other cuff on her own wrist. She wasn't so concerned at how young Officer Foster was as she was used to being disciplined by women her granddaughters age and it wasn't so unusual nowadays anyway. Moments later she was being led by Officer Foster out of the office and along the shopping mall towards the exit and from there it was a short van ride to the Discipline Centre. The van was waiting for them directly outside.

Back in the office Officer Rose focussed upon Jennifer who had grey hair and was wearing a summery light blue sleeveless dress with a hem just below her knees and with bare legs. She liked the dress and in fact her own grandmother had the same one. She on the other hand was in her uniform of a short-sleeved light blue blouse with a dark blue skirt. It was hot enough to have bare legs instead of the more usual and tights. 

Officer Rose looked again at the stolen dress and back up at Jennifer shaking her head. "A nice dress but stealing is a serious offence. I will be taking you to the central square where you will be paraded in front of the shoppers before you will have your bare bottom spanked."

Jennifer winced as she listened to what was going to happen to her which is what had been done to Alison when she got caught on those two previous occasions. 

Officer Rose picked up the handcuffs from her draw and attached one cuff to her own wrist and the other to Jennifer's wrist and ordered, "Come with me."

Jennifer knew she had no choice as she felt herself tugged by the young Officer. Jennifer noticed the Officer was slim and had a rather lovely bottom ad swinging hips and her hair was tied in a pony-tail and was dark black. She supposed she was in her early twenty's just like the other Officer and that she would be the one to spank her.  It would seem strange she thought being spanked by a woman young enough to be her granddaughter but so be it.

A few moments later and they arrived in the main square and made their way in to the compound. When there, Officer Rose ordered, "You will raise your dress hem up above your waist and lower your knickers to your knees and face the wall with your hands on your head. Another Officer will be dealing with you so wait to be called by her."

Jennifer knew this would happen. When Alison was last caught stealing in the High Street she was taken to a compound that used to be a small shop. She had to stand in exactly that way whilst all sorts of people and of all ages congregated to watch. To be fair the authorities made sure that anyone watching had to be sixteen-years-old or older but they were encouraging people of that age to come and watch so it was quite normal to see large numbers of teenagers in the audience.

The compound was opposite a large coffee shop and they found trade increased whenever a punishment was about to take place. It was similar in the shopping mall as there were several coffee shops and small food stalls around the punishment area and people congregated quickly when the announcement was made over the PA of the impending punishment.

Jennifer knew any delay on her part would lead to extra punishments and quickly secured the hem of her dress above her waist and lowered her knickers before pressing her nose against the wall and clasping her hands above her head as she did when at school. She felt just like a naughty schoolgirl in fact as she stared at the wall an inch from her eyes and listened to the chatter behind her telling her how the crowd was swelling by the minute.

"Come over here," the young Officer ordered.

Jennifer turned to see the Officer already sitting on the spanking chair and holding a wooden-backed hairbrush. She stepped across to her looking out at the audience as she did and saw a myriad of mainly teenage boys and girls looking wide-eyed at her. Feeling embarrassed Jennifer got to the Officer who close-up looked even younger than Officer Rose but scrunching up her face knew to bend down over the Officers lap. 

The Officer wasted no time and only rubbed Jennifer's bottom a couple of times before raising her hand and bringing her open palm down hard on her bare bottom. 

Jennifer gasped as the spanks landed on alternate bottom cheeks. For her the embarrassment was two-fold.  She was being spanked by an Officer a good forty-years or more younger than herself and was being watched by dozens of teenagers even younger. She did wonder if it would have made a difference if the Officer had been her own age but as the spanks continued and her bottom started to sting she supposed the spanking was going to hurt whoever spanked her. 

Jennifer looked at the backs of the Officers legs which were bare and her legs did look young as well. Jennifer could also see several of the audience and that most of the teenagers were actually smiling or even giggling as they made comments between themselves. It made sense for the teenagers to watch the discipline session but maybe they didn't realise what it was like to be spanked so publicly and especially someone her age. She told herself never to break the law again and after thinking that realised that that was exactly the purpose of being disciplined.

The Officer didn't say anything as she continued the spanking, stopping just for a moment to pick up the hairbrush and tapping the paddle on Jennifer's bottom a couple of times proceeded to land spank after spank on both bottom cheeks making sure she kept going until Jennifer's bottom was covered in deep blue bruises.

Jennifer had already dissolved in to tears and blubbering and was squiring around on the Officers lap and kicking her legs and still the spanks continued. She no longer thought the Officer was too young to spank her. Yes, she was being given a hard and most painful of spankings by an Officer her granddaughters age but that no longer mattered as all she wanted was the spanking to end as she had learned her lesson. 

The Officer decided the blue bruising covered enough of Jennifer's bottom and stopped the spanking and ordered, "Get up. Your punishment is over. Go and have your release papers completed."

Jennifer was crying uncontrollably as she eased herself up at the order. She stood and immediately started to rub her stinging bottom stepping from foot to foot as he looked at the Officer through tear-filled eyes with a sense of respect she had never expected have but without doubt this young lady certainly knew her job and had acted so professionally throughout. 

It was as Jennifer stood watching an assistant who looked about eighteen-years-old completing the paperwork that she realised all of the staff involved in the discipline process were so very young. 

When the Officer who spanked her came by and signed the form Jennifer also experienced something very new and even more unexpected.  She felt erotic flutters flying around her pussy and had a sudden urge to masturbate. Was that normal she asked herself. She knew that Alison masturbated after being disciplined but thought that was just her. Maybe it was more normal to be sexually aroused when spanked than she knew? Was it because the Officer was so young she wondered rather than because of the spanking itself? Certainly on reflection the Officer had a very dominant demeanour and Jennifer knew that she had always found dominant women attractive. Did she want to be spanked again she asked herself? Did she want to give disciplinary control to someone and accept their decision to spank her? She knew that Alison found it erotic being spanked particularly by dominant young women like this Officer and had told her how she always masturbated after being spanked. Jennifer had scoffed at the thought yet here she was thinking about being spanked again and was wanting to masturbate herself. It was incredible but so erotic and the more she wondered about her feelings and the more she looked at the young Officer through her tear-filled eyes she felt ever more aroused and wondering how soon being spanked again was going to happen.

A few minutes later and Jennifer was released. She could not stop herself rubbing her bottom as she walked past so many people who had been in the audience watching her being spanked and who were making giggling comments about the spanking. Jennifer knew though that instead of being overly embarrassed she was thinking about the Officer who had spanked her so hard and knew that whilst she would find sitting down so hard if not impossible for ages as she calmed down she also knew she needed to masturbate and supposed she could do so lying on her tummy. She was even smiling as she walked towards the exit and thought how she definitely wanted to be spanked again and pictured the assistant who completed her forms wondering what that might be like.

As Jennifer was being released Alison was being enrolled at the Discipline Centre. Officer Foster was still joined to her with the handcuffs and she didn't release Alison until they were in the changing room.

Alison knew she was being treated just like a naughty girl as Officer Foster spoke happily to the members of staff but said nothing to her. It did allow her to look at the staff members who she saw were all young women but knew that the men's section was elsewhere. She was somehow happier knowing only women were in her section.

Officer Foster finished the paperwork and tugged Alison by moving her arm and allowing the cuffs to pull Alison after her. There was no reason to speak and it was common knowledge that the silence usually made the person to be disciplined less easy. It was working with Alison although at the same time she was for some reason feeling aroused by the submissive way she was forced to act. Alison was once again aroused by being ordered about, albeit silently, by a woman in authority and who was so much younger than herself. Alison wasn't looking forward to being punished but history told her that she would be masturbating as soon as it was over and she got home.

"Get undressed down to your bra and knickers," Officer Foster ordered.

Alison knew that she had to get undressed as it was quite usual for those being punished to be disciplined whilst naked as it added to the humiliation and was an extra incentive not to break the law again. So, Alison unzipped the back of her dress and slid it down her arms pushing it down to her ankles and stepping out of the dress. She picked it up and placed it on a hanger and then a hook on the wall. As it was summer she had bare legs and so was now down to her bra and knickers.

Officer Foster kept a wholly neutral facial expression as she then ordered, "Follow me,"

Alison took a deep breath as she followed Officer Foster out of the changing room and into the hallway. She saw the sign that pointed to punishment rooms and followed Officer Foster in that direction. She noted two women who were in their bra but without knickers and were walking towards her escorted by two other female offices. Both had tears streaming down their faces and they were rubbing their bottoms and Alison could see how distressed both women were. As she passed by Alison turned and could see several high ridged wheals on each of their bottoms. She reckoned they were more than twelve ridges and maybe as many as eighteen so no wonder they were crying. Alison realised that she had not been told how many strokes of the cane she was going to receive as that was never disclosed until reaching the punishment room.

A few moments later Officer Foster stopped at Punishment Room Three which had a vacant sign showing electronically on the door. Officer Foster pushed the door open and ordered, "Please go in and then remove your bra and knickers and put them on the table. Please then go and press your nose against the wall where there is a cross and wait for further instructions."

Alison took a deep breath and walked through the door into the punishment room. She looked around and saw six chairs against one wall. She wasn't sure what they were for but assumed there must be occasions when other personnel watched the discipline session. She hoped that that would not be the case for her as she walked towards the desk where she unclipped her bra letting it slip down arms and caught it, before putting it on the desk. She then pushed her knickers down to her ankles, stepping out of them, and placed them on top of her bra on the desk. She looked around the room and saw the white cross on one of the walls and walked over to it pressing her nose against it and then waited although was increasingly conscious of being naked.

Moments later Alison heard the door open and was concerned to hear several voices. They sounded like young girls to her although also recognised Officer Fosters’ voice. She didn't look around though because she knew that any misbehaviour when in the punishment room could lead to additional strokes of the cane.

There continued to be the sound of people walking across the punishment room and the sound of several people sitting on the wooden chairs. Alison quickly realised that there would indeed be an audience.

Alison heard Officer Foster order, “Turn around and come over to me please."

Alison turned around and licked her lips and she saw six young ladies each in the same uniform as Officer Foster sitting in the chairs that she had seen against the wall. Opposite them there was one further chair and Officer Foster was sitting on it holding a hairbrush. At least the first part of the punishment was becoming clear to Alison.

As Alison walked across the room again conscious of being naked and stood to her side Officer Foster explained, "These ladies are a mixture of interns and almost qualified Discipline Officers. They will be watching me discipline you."

Alison knew that she would have no say in this and remained silent. She glanced again at the girls and could see they were all so very young but knew the youngest would be at least sixteen-years-old. She wondered if any would be envious of her full breasts although showed any facial expressions to indicate that.

Officer Foster got Alison's attention with a stern, "Please get across my lap."

Alison winced as she eased herself down across Officer Fosters’ lap. She was now very used to being spanked by young women and their age was of little consequence to her compared to the pain that she knew that she would receive. Indeed, having gone across the laps of so many young girls she was now quite used to looking at the backs of legs that clearly belonged to much younger women. She didn't mind that at all and, as usual, she even felt the flutters flying around her pussy particularly when Officer Foster rested the palm of her hand on her bottom.

Although Alison had initially been uneasy at seeing so many young women sitting on the chairs to watch her, in fact she had calmed down and no longer minded. She even giggled to herself that it would be quite nice to be passed from one girl to the other and to be spanked by each one in turn. Maybe each one would also run their fingers along her wet pussy lips and give her an orgasm, she mused as she lay across Officer Foster’s lap?

Realism however returned very quickly when Officer Foster brought down her open palm hard on Alison's bare bottom cheek. Alison gasped more in surprise rather than pain but then as spank after spank continued to fall on alternate bottom cheeks she could feel the stinging taking a hold. She wasn't surprised because she knew that Officer Foster will have been trained to give hard stingy spankings.

Alison did glance from time to time across to the other girls and saw them whispering to each other clearly discussing the spanking and in a strange way that turned Alison on.

Alison started to squirm around on Officer Fosters’ lap as the spanks started to land time and again on the same bottom cheek which intensified the pain. She hoped that Officer Foster would pause for a while, maybe because her hand would be stinging, but she knew that was really a forlorn hope.

There was in fact a momentary pause in the spanking but that was only to allow Officer Foster to take hold of the hairbrush which Alison had seen her holding. It was a particularly large oval wooden-backed hairbrush which Alison knew from experience of being spanked with a hairbrush was going to hurt a lot.

Anyway, Alison was surprised that Officer Foster did not give any explanation to her audience as she continued with the spanking. Maybe that was because watching was the best way to learn and it wasn't necessary to give a commentary as she went along. That didn’t matter to Alison once the spanks started with the hairbrush as Alison was quickly dissolving into tears and knew she was going to be crying uncontrollably very soon. Even as the pain was cascading across her bottom she knew though that she was only part way through the punishment as she still had a caning to come.

Alison lost count of the number of spanks she received with the hairbrush but knew that her eyes were now tear-filled and could even feel some tears running down her face. She wasn't surprised nor was it the first time that she had cried when being spanked. Somehow though she just didn't feel as sexually aroused as she normally did when being spanked. Maybe that was because it was so official in terms of being spanked by a Discipline Officer and being watched by six trainees, she wondered?

Officer Foster did eventually stop spanking with the hairbrush and although Alison was crying freely she ordered, "Get up and prepare yourself for the cane."

 
Alison winced as she eased herself up from Officer Foster’s lap and stood in front of her. Her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed furiously as you always did after a spanking. She wasn't sure that she should've done that but in the event of the Officer Foster simply glared at her as she stood up and walked towards the wall where there was a cupboard which she opened and took out a long cane with a hooked handle.

As Officer Foster walked back towards the chair holding the cane in both hands flexing the middle she ordered, “Bend over and grab the sides of the chair. Drop your tummy, and part your legs. I want your bottom presented correctly for the cane.”

The tears were still flowing down Alison's face as she bent over and grabbed the sides of the chair. She was sniffing back sobs as she parted her legs and dropped her tummy. She knew that left her bottom stretched upwards. Of course, it also meant that those girls sitting directly behind her would see her pussy lips and pussy hair and even her large dangling breasts. Alison was surprised that rather than being embarrassed she once again felt aroused at the thought of so many girls seeing her very private parts. She imagined that at least some of them would want to run their fingers along her pussy lips which she knew would be quite wet by now or maybe suck on her taut nipples.

Once again Officer Foster diverted Alison's attention with two light taps of the cane across her bottom. Alison knew that she would now be told the tariff.

Officer Foster waited just a moment before saying firmly, "You will be getting 18 strokes."

Alison let out quite a loud sob because that was far more than she had hoped for. However, she again knew that she could not argue with the tariff and would have to accept whatever Officer Foster had set. 

The first stroke landed and Alison cried out as her bottom was already stinging from both the hand spanking and hairbrush spanking. The cane stroke was a very hard one and Alison knew that it could only get harder. That proved to be the case as the second stroke was even harder than the first, and the third stroke was most certainly harder than the second.

Alison threw her head back and yelped with the fourth stroke gritting her teeth as she hissed breathes in and out trying to cope. She then opened her tear-filled eyes and noticed for the first time the mirror that was actually on the wall behind the chair and could see the outline of the six trainees watching the caning. They were all looking intently and again Alison felt aroused at the thought of those young girls watching her being disciplined. It was so much more erotic than being disciplined by someone her own age or older and made her feel so much more submissive which always turned her pussy lips wet.

The fifth stroke landed and Alison cried out again and when the sixth stroke landed she threw her head back and had to force herself to stay in position by grasping the chair more tightly than before. She told yourself she was only one third of the way through this punishment and didn't know how she would cope.

As it turned out the seventh stroke didn't seem to be as hard and the eighth stroke was even less so. She didn't suppose for a second that the strokes were any lighter really and reckoned that the pain was now so great that each extra stroke was actually easier to cope with. That certainly seemed to be the case when the ninth stroke landed. The tenth stroke did seem to be rather more intense but Alison reckoned that maybe the strokes were now criss-crossing earlier strokes which she knew would be more painful.

Alison looked up at the mirror and although all the faces were blurred she could still see that they were talking to each other. It must've been a whisper of course because Alison could not hear what was being said. All she heard was murmuring but even that was difficult to comprehend as the eleventh stroke landed quickly followed by the twelfth.

Alison had hoped for at least a small gap but the thirteenth stroke followed and for her that was the tipping point from being able to cope to being unable to cope. She did look down behind her towards the floor and saw Officer Fosters’ bare legs and was surprised that even with her tears she could see the muscles tense indicating that the cane was on its way back down towards her again and that proved to be the case because the very next split second the cane did cut into her bottom once again for the fourteenth stroke.

The pain was now just awful for Alison but she still kept a firm grip on the seat of the chair to make sure she didn’t stand up and earn extra strokes. The caning did seem to be going on forever though.

Alison even wondered how these girls decided to become Discipline Officers. She wondered whether it was a desire to give pain and to be dominant or whether it was something that they just got into by chance. She also wondered whether any of them masturbated when they got home thinking about the bottoms that they had turned red and blue and welted. 

Of course, Alison could only think of these things between the strokes and.as the fifteenth stroke landed she knew that she cried out again although at the same time she was also promising herself not to break the law again. She was also thinking just how focused Officer Foster was throughout the spanking and caning even at her young age.

Alison had lost count of the strokes but Officer Foster had not. She looked down at Alison’s bottom and could see that most of the strokes were separated although just a couple of them had crisscrossed and she made a mental note to practice the technique to prevent that. However, she also knew that the last three strokes were historically criss-crossing all of the other strokes to maximise the final element of the punishment and so she therefore adjusted her position and landed the sixteenth stroke across about six of the other strokes. She could tell from Alison's reaction that it was particularly painful for her. The seventeenth stroke crisscrossed six more of the strokes and the final stroke, which she made sure was the hardest of all of them, crisscrossed the remaining strokes.

Officer Foster looked at the raised wheals and blue bruises and was satisfied with what she saw. She hoped it would teach Alison not to break the law again but knew that if necessary she could dispense and even harsher punishment if need be.

Even after the caning ended Alison stayed in position with her bottom presented for all to see.

The trainees were nodding their heads and had clearly learned from what they had seen.

Alison was slowly recovering and when told she could stand up and rub her bottom she did so turning towards the trainees and rubbed her bottom and stepped from foot to foot knowing her pussy lips would be clearly on show and her breasts would swing and bounce. She was sure that some of the girls would get as aroused as she was getting. Indeed, now the caning was over Alison was relishing the far more intense stinging and couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate. She would love it if one or more of the trainees would go with her but knew that wouldn’t happen. One thing was for sure which was the caning wasn’t going to put her off stealing again and was even wondering what twenty-four strokes might feel like.

I few minutes later and Alison had put her bra back on and was being led back to the changing room fully understanding why the two women she had seen coming the other way hadn’t put their knickers back on. She reckoned they wouldn’t be going back on at least until tomorrow.

Once dressed and released Alison made her way back home knowing that the first thing she would be doing was masturbate and she would definitely be picturing the gorgeously dominant Officer Foster who would maybe be naked this time, and only then would she phone Jennifer and see how she was. Hopefully the two of them would be ready to go shopping again by next week, she was thinking.