Jenny and Sara were very good friends but they always were up to mischief in the community, wherever they were. One looked at the other and evil was on the way. Nonetheless they never did things to hurt anybody, mostly misleading their victim to do things they did not want to do. For example, they would push a friend against a wall so the poor fellow had to put his hand out to avoid falling against it. Or they might jump out and frighten their fellow schoolgirls, causing them to startle.

One day, however, they crossed a line, causing a police woman in civilian clothing to drop all the things she was carrying and break her eye glasses when they hit the floor. Laughs on the girls’ faces vanished as soon as they saw the chipped glasses and specially when they learned that the woman in question was a police officer.

The woman, in her forties, was part of the staff of the nearby police station.

“You have gone too far. I will report this to the District Attorney.”

Both girls knew that if the threat was carried out, they were in deep trouble. In this country, judicial corporal punishment was in effect and certainly their action could get them a painful punishment.

Three days later, letters arrived at each of their homes summoning them to go before a judge. He or she would hear their case and dispense whatever punishment was felt appropriate.

“Well girls,” Miss Yardley, the lady judge, began. “I know there was no ill-intention in what you did, but Officer Denton was extremely inconvenienced and you have to understand she now has to buy new glasses, and they are not cheap. Are you owning up to your mischievous behaviour?”

“Yes, your honour,” they both agreed.

“That at least is good to hear. I feel you both need a short, sharp shock to bring this matter to a conclusion, six strokes each. On Friday afternoon at six o’clock you will both report here, wearing skirts, for your punishment. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” both girls nodded.

“Now go home now and reflect on your actions.”

Jenny spoke up and asked, “Is there an alternative for this?”

“Yes,” Miss Yardley promptly answered. “Fifteen days in jail. And, of course, you’ll have a criminal record.”

Both girls looked at each other in dismay.

“What will your choice be?”

“We will come in on Friday,” Sara said.

It was Monday, so both girls had several days to reflect on what was in store for them. They both had some experience of being spanked by their parents, but presumed a judicial punishment would be far worse.

Days went by at a really slow pace that week. Every time they met up, they talked about the punishments they would receive on Friday.

“The judge said to wear skirts on Friday,” Jenny commented. “I wonder what that’s all about.”

“Easier to lift out of the way?” Jenny suggested. “I wonder what they’ll use to punish us. I reckon we’ll either be paddled or caned. I can’t see it being a simple hand spanking.”

Sara nodded. “True. Which would you prefer? The paddle or the cane?”

“If we get offered a choice,” Jenny replied thoughtfully. “I’d choose the paddle.”

All foreboding finally came to an end that Friday. Both girls knocked on the court office door and they were summoned in by the judge.

“Well girls this is what is going to happen next. There’s a small office next door,” Judge Yardley said, pointing at a door at the side of the office. “There you will take your skirts and panties off and lean over the benches in the centre of the room. You will be restrained and a female police officer will deliver your spankings using a paddle. No men are going to be in the room, so you need not be shy about undressing.”

“Yes, your honour,” both girls answered in unison.

“We’re really sorry for the upset we’ve caused,” Jenny added, hoping it might help their cause.

The Judge simply opened the door and ushered both girls into the neighbouring small office, occupied by a female police officer.

The girls’ eyes widened as they came face to face with the two benches mentioned by the judge. Each was meant for culprits to stand behind, lean over a matted surface, inclined so that the head and torso had to go down lower than the waist and then be secured using three sets of straps.

“Please remove your skirts and panties. You can hang your clothes there,” said the judge, pointing at hooks on one of the walls.

Both girls did as they were asked, unzipped their skirts, and took them off together with their panties. They laid over the contraptions, and the policewoman immediately tied them to the bench with the leather straps; one belt securing their ankles, another belt keeping their waists immoveable, and then they were asked to put her arms forward so their wrists could be restrained with the third strap.

“Start when you are ready,” the judge said, handing a wooden paddle to the policewoman. “Give them both a good hiding and let the message get through. Apply three swats to one girl, then do the same to the other. Return to the first girl to complete her punishment, then the same for the second girl. Start when you’re ready.”

The policewoman placed the paddle on Jenny’s bottom as she took aim. Moments later, a loud whack sounded off Jenny’s backside. She winced and kicked but the restraints kept her tied down. Ten seconds later, another hard swat was applied. It met with the same reaction accompanied by a yelp. Then a third swat, which the policewoman with the paddle really meant to give a memorable sting, hit with full force. Jenny cried out.

“Well done, officer,” Judge Yardley commented. “They were good punishing strokes. Do the same for the other girl now.”

Sara was petrified. She’d seen and heard her friend’s punishment, and now it was her turn to suffer the same. Seconds later, and three hard strokes of the paddle later, Sara’s backside felt like it was on fire.

Next, it was Jenny’s turn to receive the final three swats of her punishment. Being spanked on an already sore bottom was agonising, but strapped down across the bench as she was, Jenny had no choice but to suffer the final three swats. It left her in a flood of tears.

Then, wide-eyes and scared, Sara had to lay there while the policewoman approached, paddle in hand. Sara’s three swats were just as hard, harder even, then her first three, and she too was left in a flood of tears.

“Thank you, girls. You’re free to go,” Judge Yardley said briefly and left the room, leaving the policewoman to release the girls.

The officer unfastened both girls and, as soon as they were loose, they hugged for a long minute, crying. When they finally got dressed and dried their tears they walked back to the judge’s office.

“I’d ask you to take a seat but I’m afraid that you won’t be comfortable, so please stand and listen to what I have to say.

“Leave now, girls, and bear in mind your actions that earned you your sore bottoms. Do not appear before me again, because if you do you will undoubtedly face a similar punishment.”

Jenny and Sara rushed back to Jenny’s home and practically ran into the bathroom where they bared both bottoms and compared the redness and smarting.

The End

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