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   Here is part 2 of a saga of our immediate future (sure).               
    Certificate of Correction Pt 2   I came away from the experience of
attending a correctional session at the Juvenile Center with mixed
emotions. On the one hand it had been both horrific and fascinating.  On
the other, decidedly arousing.  I had watched 6 juvenile offenders spanked
on their naked buttocks while laid across a bench.  I had seen the matrons,
the lady corrections officers, smack each pair of bottom cheeks, so lewdly
offered up, between 100 and 200 times.  I had witnessed the shameful
paddling and caning of those same teenagers on their reddened posteriors as
they were held strapped in over the dreaded "Box" which elevated and
exposed their naked rear ends for punishment.    In the post session
interview with my client, Jennifer Scott, I came to understand first hand
how horrible and humiliating it was.  Jennifer had stood there, too sore to
sit down and had sobbed that she would never go through this ordeal again.
It was painful beyond anything she had ever experienced, she had said.  And
the humiliation of being practically stripped naked for it, in front of
witnesses, was so mortifying she did not know if she could face the world
again.  I tried to tell her that a lot of kids her age had gone through
this program and that her friends would be sympathetic, but all she said
she wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die.    Karen too was sympathetic,
after all Jennifer was one of her cases now.  There was an automatic
probationary period even though the slate would be wiped clean 90 days
hence.  Karen presented her with the signed Certificate of Correction which
meant that she had gone through with the program.  She or her parents would
send that to the Court.  In 90 days if there were no repeat offenses, her
record was expunged.  If there was a probation violation, Karen would take
care of determining a recomendation to the Court about disposition.    So
it was a tearful and repentant Jennifer who walked out of the Center that
afternoon in the company of her parents.  The best I could tell them was
that Jennifer hadn't suffered any more than any of the other kids, that
there was no damage to her skin, and that the staff followed proper
procedure.I added, though, that she was one well spanked little girl, and
that she should be allowed now to put this incident behind her.    I met
Karen that night at Luigi's, a favorite Italian restaurant of ours.  She
wanted to talk about what we had seen.    "Well, what did you think?" she
said, sipping some pinot gris.  She was dressed in a short sleeveless
summer dress that showed off her wonderous breasts and athletic legs.  It
exposed a generous amount of cleavage and came only to mid thigh.  When we
had met outside I remembered praying for a strong wind.  I was still in
quite a state.    "It was the most lurid spectacle I've ever seen, if you
really want to know, but I guess its better than jail or time in Juvie
Hall."   "Yeah, both of those could be worse, and, there is corporal
punishment in both of those places as well.  This way they get the whole
thing over with in one shot."   "Well, there's something to be said for
that," I acknowleged, "but, wow, it really looked painful.  That Ms Carson
was all business, and she doled out pretty hard licks, especially with that
cane or whatever it was."   "It's a hollow rod made of some synthetic. 
It's supposed to mimic rattan or something.  The real thing you have to
soak in water to keep it springy.  That stuff stays whippy, but you have to
know how to use it."   "Do you?" I inquired.    "No", but I am supposed to
know how to use the 'Sandal'".  This was an oval shaped piece of leather
covered in a thin rubber on the "business" side.  It appeared to be a
milder form of punishment, rather like a spanking with mom's beach sandal.
  "YOU?  Use one of those things to spank someone?"   "Yes.  It's part of
the job.  We have the authority to spank--not more than 100 smacks at a
time--for things like probation violations.  This short-cuts getting the
Court involved with trivial stuff.  Sometimes there are all kinds of
conditions of probation, like not skipping school.  If the kids mess up, I
can take him or her down the hall to room 211 and dish out a good old
fashioned spanking."   "You're kidding!  Have you spanked anybody?"   "No,
not yet.  But there is a little miss I have to see Monday who has been
caught trying to buy cigarettes.  She was busted at an underage party with
a lot of drinking going on and just put on probation.  I'm thinking it
might be appropriate for her.  Changing the subject...Rollin let me ask you
something.  Did you ...er get turned on at all watching?"   "I cannot lie.
You bet I did.  I mean it wasn't just the almost nude state of these
teenage girls.  It was the whole situation...the power or the exercise of
that power....the crying, the wriggling, the helpless postures, you know,
bare buns in up the air, getting smacked, the whole thing.  It kinda
bothered me with Jennifer...I mean, she's my client, but I got to say,
seeing her bare tail get a whipping was sexy as hell."   "I have to admit,
I felt the same," grinned Karen sheepishly.  " But I was imagining myself
in their place.  I did used to get spankings, but it has been awhile."  
"Really?  When did you get your last spanking?"   "Oh I was 14 and it was
at camp.  It all started when a bunch of us girls tried to sneak over to
the boys camp across the lake.  We were going to meet the boys in the woods
but the counselors caught us.  They were pretty upset, they could have lost
their jobs and all.  They said that they wouldn't report us if we took
punishment from them and we all said ok.  Our cabin counselors Sue and
Janey and their assistant Carrie were college girls.  Sue and Janey were
seniors  and Carrie was a freshman.  The next day at noon rest time they
took us girls out to the nature cabin.  There were 8 of us in on it.  They
pulled out some chairs and put them in kind of a circle.  One at a time we
had to pull our pants down, bend over a lap, and take 25 whacks with the
flat of the hand.  They took turns at dishing out the spankings.  I don't
remember it hurting so much, it was just humiliating to be spanked like a
little kid, bare butt on display and all.  And that wasn't the end of it.
From then on when any of us acted up, it was out to the nature cabin for an
over-the-knee session with Sue or Janey.  I got it several times that
summer."   "Tell me all about it!  Inquiring minds want to know!"   "Some
other time, Rollin...now be serious-- you're getting me sidetracked.  And
here I am, I'm trying to give you an overview."   Karen contiued: "Other
than that, mom spanked me when I was younger, but it was usually over
quickly.  That camp spankings though, we had time to think about it.  The
weird thing was that it was kind of exciting.  I always had butterflies so
bad, but seeing my friends getting it bare made me feel funny, you know? 
And it felt all warm afterward...my butt I mean.  Our counselors were kind
of semi-serious about it, like it was a joke.  You know, they would smile
and say stuff like, 'ooh, Karen and Cathy didn't make their beds in time,
looks like a spanking', and everyone would troop out to the nature cabin or
sometimes this clearing in the woods to see justice meted out.  But it was
just a game, you know?"   I didn't know.  But what the hell, the image of a
younger Karen with her little camp shorts pulled down and being spanked on
the bare fanny over the knee of some buxom sorority sister beauty was
giving me a woody.    "What about you Rollin.  I bet you got spanked all
the time.  You can be so.....exasperating.  C'mon, you can tell me."   "Ok,
ok.  I was a handful.  Until I was about 10, mom did the honors.  When she
was at her wits end, Mom would haul me into the bathroom.  She'd say it was
time for a real "pantsdowner", that's what she called it.  She'd yank my
pants down, take a seat on the commode, and pull me over her knee.  Then
she would spank.  Hard and fast.  No set number.  What I remember is how
loud all that smacking was in that bathroom.  I'd howl, all right.  I'd
wiggle and yell but she would smack away til it felt like my ass was on
fire.  She would sting my little backside until she figured I was real
sorry for whatever it was I'd done.  Then she would give me a hug and a
kiss and that was it."   "How did you feel about it?"   "It was just part
of being a kid.  I could be a holy terror at times, I know."   "You still
can," said Karen grinning mischievously, "but see, thats what's
interesting, when it was over it was over, you were fully paid up and life
went on.  That's why I'm thinking this system isn't so bad."   "So are you
going to paddle little whats-her-name on Monday?    "Antonia, her name is
Antonia DuBois.  She's a rich kid and a snotty one to boot.  And yeah, I
might just have to spank little Antonia.  I'd say based on her attitude,
she could use a good spanking.  But I need more data," said Karen with a
kind of faraway look.  Then a look of determination crossed her face, as if
she had made up her mind about something.  "Rollin, lets go home to my
place.  I need your help with something."   "We just got drinks," I
protested.    "We'll eat later.  First we have to do something."   Stranger
and stranger, I thought, but ok, I'm game.  Karen rose and once again her
beauty almost knocked me over.  That is not much of a dress to put so much
girl into, I thought.  We drove back to her place.  When we got there she
asked me if I wanted another drink.  I said I was ok but she said something
about liquid courage and made herself a double.  Then she sat down next to
me on the couch.    "Rollin, we've been close for a long time and I have to
say I have, well, certain feelings for you, so I hope what I'm about to ask
doesn't spoil things.  I don't think it will, knowing you, but I have to
say that."   "Karen, I feel the same way, and I doubt that there is
anything you would ask me to do that would change that.  I have felt so
much affection for you for so long.  I just want us to be closer."   With
that Karen looked at me for a moment then leaned forward and planted a kiss
right on my mouth, her tongue working its way in to find mine.  Her arms
went around me and she hugged me fiercely.  I took her in my arms.  It
seemed as if a wall of passion that had been restrained for so long was
about to burst.  Finally we broke.    "Whew!" I said.  "What was that for?"
  "Partial payment in advance", she said coyly.    "In advance of what you
little minx?  What I want to do right now is ravish you royally!"  
"Ummm...so masterful too.  This is good." Then she got serious again. 
Women are so mercurial.  It drives me crazy.    "Rollin,...here it is," she
began, "I...I...need to know what it feels like.  If I'm going to give one,
I have to know what it is like."   "Huh?  What what is like?  What are you
talking about?"   "Spankings, Rollin, spankings....with the sandal.  My
job, I might have to do it."   She sat up and squaring her shoulders, said
with a look of determination,   "Rollin I want you to spank me.  I want you
to give it to me just like at the Correctional Center.  With one of those
spankers, the Sandal.  I have to know what they feel, what they go
through."   You could have knocked me over with a feather.  Karen, she of
the beautiful ass who had just taken our simmering friendship to the next
level with that passionate kiss, who had treated me to this lurid
spectacle, who had regaled me with recollections of her delightful
adolescent paddywhackings, wanted me to spank her!  Like it was some big
favor??    The 'ol computer figured this one out pretty quick.   
"Uh...well, I guess so." I said, feigning reluctance.    "Then you'll do
it!" She breathed in relief.    "Yes, but don't be too grateful yet," I
warned.    "Ummm...yes, " she said, biting her lower lip.  Then she
straightened again.    "I need this, Rollin, and I need it to be authentic.
Don't hold back, ok?"   I nodded.    "I'm going to get ready.  I brought
one of the Sandals home.  The best way is for you to sit in the middle of
the sofa.  When I'm over your lap it will be the way we have it in room
211. We just have a wide padded bench, not one of those special spanking
benches.  I'll be right back."   She walked into the next room and returned
with a "sandal".  This was an oval shaped piece of leather with a
rubberized backing held between two pieces of wood that were clamped
together to form a handle.  Karen handed me the bat.    "We can give, at
most, 100 licks with this.  That is what you should give me.  Here...". 
And she handed me the wicked little paddle.    She looked for all the world
like a contrite schoolgirl handing daddy the paddle that he would spank her
with.    She turned around and asked me if I would "please help the lady
out of her dress".  She explained that it was underwear only in the
punishment room and she wanted to be treated "like one of the kids."  
"Just like the teenagers?  Are you sure?" I asked.    She did not flinch.  
"Everything.  Just like you saw Jennifer get tanned by Doreen."   "Ok," I
said, unzipping her dress, "Take this dress off and your shoes."   She
slipped the flimsy dress over her head, which left her in bra and panties.
Her nicely endowed breasts strained against the bra and her luscious ass
was barely contained by the tiny panties.  I had seen her in a bathing suit
before but nothing could compare with this.  She had a narrow waist and a
firm fully fleshed posterior that jutted out impudently.    "Are you ready
for this?" I asked taking the spanker in hand, flexing it, testing the
weight.    She looked me straight in the eye.  "Yes, Rollin, I am.  Take me
across your knee and give it to me good.  100 smacks, well laid on, as they
say."   "Then get yourself across my lap, young lady" I said, taking a seat
on the couch.    She prostrated herself across my lap, resting her pelvis
directly over my groin, arching those magnificent buttocks up.  I took the
paddle in hand and rested it on her rear.    "Aren't you forgetting
something, Rollin?" she said with a grin as she turned her upper body
slightly.  "My panties, they need to come down." And she lifted her bottom
up so I could slide her panties down to her knees.  I took the waistband of
her panties and tugged them down revealing her glorious nude hind cheeks.
She turned forward and rested her face on her hands.  I was ready to begin.
  I took the Sandal raised my arm and brought it down with a loud SMACK! 
squarely in the middle of of Karen's nude fanny.  The cheeks wobbled
deliciously and a patch of red arose where I had struck.    "Oooh..."
breathed Karen.    SMACK!  again I whipped down the leather paddle smacking
her left cheek.    "Owwww...." yipped Karen.    Taking a firm grip I
started to spank in a  slow but steady rhythym, one side....smack!.... 
then the other, smack!....  sometimes....smack!...  right across the
middle. Karen gripped the cushions of the sofa and gave little yelps with
each few smacks.    "Are you counting?" I said.  "You wanted 100,
remember?"   "Oooh..yes Rollin, I think you've given me 8 or 9.  I'll
count. Please continue my spanking, kind sir."   "Ok, here goes...."   And
I started up once again, determined to make it meaningful.  I smacked the
sandal down against her nether cheeks at the rate of about one smack every
two seconds.  I figured this was a good way to let her feel each spank
distinctly.  Her behind started to redden and the succulent bottomcheeks
bobbed and jiggled.  After a while Karen was wriggling her luscious body
all over my lap.  I just knew she had to be able to feel my hardening
penis. All the while she breathlessly maintained the count.  SMACK!  "37"
SMACK!  "38" SMACK!  "Oooh...39" SMACK!  "oww...40".  I was mesmerized
watching the lascivious jiggle of her bare buns with each hearty smack of
the Sandal.  As I neared 70 her movements became more animated and the
yelps which accompanied the count became more vocal.  Karen began to
flutter her feet and hump her body up and down.  It almost seemed as if she
were deliberately raising her sit spot to meet the descending crack!  of
the paddle.  She wanted a bare fanny tanning and she was getting it. 
Having watched the correctional officers I had a pretty good idea of how
hard to spank and I laid the spanks on very firmly.  As we neared 100, a
climax of sorts seemed to be building.  Her cries now more frantic, the
noisy smacks seeming louder, the bucking and wriggling of her nude bottom,
all of this culminated in the last few smacks of the wicked Sandal.  SMACK!
"yeowww...97" SMACK!  "Ohh...Rollin...98" SMACK!  "99" and...SMAAAACK!!! 
"ow..ow..ow...Rollin you beast!...100".    I stopped.  She lay for a moment
across my lap seemingly drained and making little noises like
"Ah...ah...ah...".  Then she jumped up.  Her hands flew to her red seat and
she rubbed as she bent halfway over sticking out her behind lewdly.  Her
mouth was open and her eyes were wide as saucers.    "My God!!  That really
stung!  Oh wow!"   She did a little dance, hopping from one foot to the
other.  It was as sexy a thing as I had ever seen.  Finally she slowed
down. She didn't even pull up her panties, she just stretched out her arms
and fell into mine.  Gripping my head with one hand she pulled my lips to
hers and proceeded to kiss me passionately.  I ran my hands all over her
body.  She winced when I first touched her bottom.  The cheeks were hot to
the touch and I slowly rubbed and kneaded them, hoping to assuage some of
the sting.  My hand eventually found the bush between her legs.  As I
suspected, she was wet.  She gave alittle moan as I ran my fingers along
the slippery folds of her labia.  She moaned louder as my fingers found the
little button of her clitoris and I massaged it gently.  She broke off the
kiss and stood back.  Her fingers reached behind her as she undid the clasp
of her bra.  Shucking the bra, she freed her glorious tits.  Her hands went
to the waistband of my pants and she yanked them down.  Falling to her
knees she reached into my undershorts and pulled out my engorged member. 
My prick disappeared between her lips as she took me into her mouth, slowly
drawing her lips across the glans and swirling her tongue around the head.
  I couldn't stand much more of this!  I pulled her head back and stood her
up, then I took off the rest of my clothes.  We walked hand in hand to her
bedroom where at long last she got her royal ravishing.  I took her in
every way I could think of.  She was wet and yielding but her tight tunnel
gripped my member as I slid in and out of her building that delicious
friction to shattering crescendo.  I especially liked taking her from
behind as she knelt on all fours, my tummy now spanking her wobbly globes
as my hard rod disappeared between the red-suffused cheeks, over and over
again.  Then she rode me, astride my legs as I grabbed her breasts pinching
the nipples.  I held out as long as I could but finally gave up and came,
pumping furiously.  She said later that she came more than once.  We
collapsed in a heap on the bed.    Later we dressed and puttered around in
her kitchen.  We were both famished.  She fixed some pasta and a salad and
we sat down to eat.    "When you were spanking me, toward the end, my rear
was so hot and burning that I thought I couldn't stand it.  Each smack was
like a splash of fire on my hind end that just got hotter and hotter."  
"Isn't that the idea?" I said.    "I think so.  It was really a sharp
shock. But you know what?  It made me feel sexy.  Maybe 'cause it was you
and I knew what was coming next.  And when you stopped and I got to rub my
bottom, soon it felt all pleasantly hot and tingly."   "Well, then I guess
your experiment is a success.  Little miss Antonia might not be sitting
comfortably for a while after Monday, I'm thinking."   "Uh...Rollin, the
experiment isn't over yet."   Whatever did she mean by that?    Next ----
Pt 3