1. Pain For Cash


    Date: 10/30/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: SusanHarper, Source: LushStories

    I looked up at the sign.‘Discipline Centre.’ I had been here before so I wasn’t worried about it being the right place. I just wanted to get my mind in to the right frame. I’m Cindy. The new law was working. Prisons were over-crowded and Local Authorities didn’t want the expense of building new ones. The public demanded action though. For too long those who committed minor offences got no more than a slap on the wrist and were free to re-offend. So the Government came up with an alternative. The Authorities no longer had to worry about dealing with minor criminals; that is those avoiding local taxes through to speeding drivers and minor shoplifting. Instead once found guilty the perpetrator was sent to a Discipline Centre who handled the punishment. The punishment was normally the cane on the bare bottom. That was where I saw a way to make money. The person given the punishment was sent an email advising them where to attend. They already knew their punishment. Many though hated the thought of getting the cane and a whole business grew up to help them; by business people like me. I was self-employed and my business plan was easy. I took the perpetrator’s place in return for cash. It was all too easy. The only evidence asked for when attending the Discipline Centre was the email. It had a unique code on it. All you had to do when attending was punch the code in at reception and it was assumed you were the right person. The Administrators never imagined anyone else would want ...
    to take the guilty persons place. After all, it never happened when people were sent to prison. So why should it happen with a caning? Well they were wrong. I didn’t advertise openly. I started the business when attending a work evening drinks do. There was a temp. Charlene was her name. She was thirty-five and divorced. She was pretty, and looked sexy in her sleeveless flower patterned dress, with a hem half-way down her thigh and bare legs. We started chatting and after a couple of drinks too many she started to tell me all about herself; including her upcoming appointment at the Discipline Centre. She had two speeding offences being dealt with on the same day so that meant two separate sets of six strokes of the cane. She told me how much she was dreading it and that she would do anything to avoid going. That’s when my ears pricked up. “What would you do to avoid going and getting the cane?” I asked, smiling. I was interested just in case I ever got told to go. I was thirty-three and so a similar age to Charlene. We had a similar build as well. Both of us wore our hair shoulder length and liked short dresses. We had legs that looked good so why not show them off? We both had curves in the right place; our boobs got whistles galore. I also had had a couple of drinks more than usual as I doubt whether I would otherwise have even thought of the idea. Being a lesbian helped, I supposed. My initial thought was to get in to her knickers. Rather let her get in to my knickers. I ...
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