“OMG, Nicky! What are you going to do?” Nicola Williams’ best friend, Lisa Holbrook, asked as they sat together on the bus that would take them from their sixth form college to the town centre. As they lived in neighbouring streets, they would then take another bus to the leafy suburb that had been their home for all their lives.
“I don’t know,” Nicola replied, twiddling with her long dark hair. “What would you do?”
Lisa looked around to check no one was sitting close enough to overhear their conversation.
“I mean, they’re getting really tight on people using cannabis now. You might even go to prison.”
“The policewoman said that would be unlikely, given my age, my previous clean record and a good report from the college. It might mean a suspended prison sentence that would only come into force if I offended again. And, believe me, I’m never going to touch another bit of cannabis as long as I live.”
“But, you’d still have a criminal record? Something you’d have to declare to a university or future employer?”
“True. It makes the officer’s proposal something I have to think about at the very least.”
“What did she actually say? I mean, what would she actually do to you?”
“She mentioned ‘a good hiding’, nothing more detailed than that.”
“What do you suppose she means?”
“I checked the internet yesterday evening. Everything I found led to a smacked bottom of some kind; spanking, paddling, strapping, caning, etc.”
“OMG! I’ve heard that sort of thing is becoming more popular again. Are you even thinking about going for it?”
“I’ve been thinking about nothing else since I left the police station. As the policewoman described it, it means a short, sharp shock that won’t come back to haunt me like a criminal record would.”
“I can see the advantage,” Lisa nodded thoughtfully. “What does your mum say?”
“I haven’t told her. That’s another thing. I’d have to tell her if I got prosecuted, if for no other reason than I’d need a solicitor and I couldn’t afford one with the little money I have saved up. If I go for the other option then my parents don’t have to know.”
The following day, Nicola and Lisa left college at 3.00 pm as they usually did and caught the bus into the town centre.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Lisa asked as they sat on the top deck, away from other passengers.
“I don’t think that would be allowed.”
“I meant, I could wait outside for you while you were, you know, being dealt with inside.”
Nicola smiled weakly. “I’m not sure what state I’ll be in afterwards, Lisa.”
“That doesn’t matter. I’ll help you, if I can.”
“Thanks, Lisa. I’d appreciate that.”
The girls stayed longer on the bus than they would usually do in order for the bus to drop them beyond the town centre and as close to the police station as they could get. It still meant crossing a busy road and walking for a good ten minutes. The police station, a large modern yellow-brick facility, then became visible.
“Do you have to be there at a particular time, Nicky?”
“No, just get there as soon as possible after college.”
“So, do you want to wait for a bit? Maybe get a coffee?”
“What’s the point? Whatever they’re going to do to me won’t change by delaying things. I might as well just get it over with.”
“Fair point.”
“Can you look after my school bags for me, Lisa?”
“Of course.”
Nicola brushed herself down with her hands, not that it was really necessary, and Lucy watched as her friend, dressed in a white blouse, blue woollen cardigan, black tight leggings and black shoes, climbed the four shallow steps towards the entrance, and then Nicola was lost from sight inside the police station.
“Can I help you?” a middle-aged woman dressed in civilian clothes asked as Nicola approached the counter.
“I need to see Police Constable Carter, please.”
The woman looked Nicola up and down before reaching for a telephone.
“Marion? I have a young lady to see you.” After a few seconds, the woman turned to Nicola. “Nicola Williams?” Nicola nodded in response, and the woman returned to the telephone. “Yes, that’s her.”
After ending the telephone call, the woman behind the counter told Nicola to take a seat and that Constable Carter would be with her shortly. Nicola sat down on one of about twenty chairs that lined two walls of the reception area and looked down at the floor.
“Nicola!”
Nicola woke suddenly from her thoughts and found Constable Marion Carter’s broad face just inches from her own. The officer was wearing dark blue trousers and a white shirt with epaulets, and her strawberry blond hair was tied back into a tight bun at the back of her head.
“Come with me, Nicola.”
The officer took Nicola to a door at the back of the reception area, unlocked it using a card entry, and ushered Nicola through. She found herself in a long corridor with steps down into a basement area about halfway along. They passed three male officers before they came to the stairs, and the grins on their faces suggested they knew why Nicola was there.
“Down here, Nicola.”
At the bottom of the stairs, Nicola could see corridors to the left and right, leading to male and female cells, and her immediate thought was that she was about to be locked up. Instead, though, Marion Carter took her along a third, shorter, corridor with several plain doors leading off.
“In here,” Marion Carter beckoned as she unlocked one of the doors with a key.
Inside, Nicola found herself in a small room with scruffy green painted walls. In the centre, a small metal table was surrounded by four metal-framed chairs, which made Nicola presume the room’s main purpose was as an interview room. The only other item of furniture was a metal filing cabinet. The sparse furnishings made the room seem cold and uninviting.
“Take a seat, Nicola.”
Nicola sat down at the table and the officer sat opposite her.
“So, Nicola, I take it you’ve decided to accept my offer of dealing with you informally?”
Nicola nodded. “I can’t be prosecuted. It would just mess up my whole future, like university and career and stuff.”
“I can understand that, Nicola. You’re far from the first young person we’ve had to deal with down here.” Marion Carter smiled gently, realising the girl’s extreme nervousness.
“Just relax, Nicola. Take a few deep breaths and settle yourself down.”
Nicola did her best to follow the instructions, but not knowing what exactly she’d let herself in for caused her anxiety to soon increase.
“Can we? I mean, can we…?” Nicola struggled to find the words.
“You want to get it over with? Is that what you’re asking, Nicola?”
Nicola nodded vigorously, then asked, “What exactly are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to spank you, Nicola. I’m going to spank you hard.”
The cold reply sent a shiver down Nicola’s spine, and her heart began to beat faster when the officer stood up and went to the metal filing cabinet. She delved inside the top drawer and immediately found what she was looking for. When the officer turned back, Nicola could see she was holding a rather old and decrepit table tennis bat.
Nicola was both relieved and increasingly alarmed; relieved the implement to be used on her wasn’t the strap or cane she feared from what she’d read on the internet, alarmed that her punishment was about to be inflicted.
“Obviously, I’ve made a few checks on your background, Nicola,” the officer continued. “You’re basically a good honest girl from a good family and you have a good school record. Just two detentions, I believe. What were they for?”
“I forgot my History homework once, and I was caught passing notes in a Mathematics lesson.”
Constable Carter smiled. “Not too serious then.”
“Um, I’ve never been spanked,” Nicola said nervously. “What does it involve?”
“In short, getting your bottom smacked!” the officer smiled again. “What else?”
Nicola blushed.
“Stand up, Nicola. Push those two chairs away from the table.”
Nicola did as she was told, clearing her side of the table from any obstruction. When the officer turned her round and guided her forward so her stomach was nearly touching the nearest edge, she looked down at the plastic-covered top that she presumed she would be asked to bend over. Thus, the next instruction came as a shock.
“Slip your trousers down, Nicola.”
“Do what?”
“I said, slip your trousers down, Nicola.”
“But these leggings are only thin!”
“Nicola, do you really think no girl has ever padded herself under her trousers or skirt? Do you think everyone wears nice thin underwear?”
“I never thought, I mean, I never, I haven’t put any extra padding under my trousers.”
“You’ve worn nice thin underwear so you get the full benefit from your spanking? I’m sure you have, Nicola. Now you just need to prove it.”
Nicola blushed. She inserted her thumbs into the elasticated waistband of her leggings and slowly eased them down until they hung at mid-thigh level. She was indeed wearing just thin and quite brief pink panties that left the lower parts of her bottom completely bare.
“Good girl!” Marion Carter commented as she looked carefully at Nicola’s nicely rounded young bottom. The officer had expected Nicola to be wearing the fullest, thickest underwear she could find, like most girls did for this experience, but it seemed not to have occurred to this girl. “Pull your knickers up, right up so most of your bottom is exposed and I’ll let you keep them on.”
“What?” Nicola responded instinctively. Only when she started tugging her underwear up, exposing more of her bottom, did Nicola comprehend what was being asked of her. “That means you’re going to spank me on my bare bottom!”
“You can pull your knickers down if you prefer,” the officer replied coldly.
“No, I’m fine,” Nicola answered, running her hands over the naked rounds of her bottom, and looking at the old tennis table bat. The plastic or rubber playing surfaces had been removed to leave just bare wood, and the officer’s hand covered virtually all the short handle.
“Good. Bend over the table. Grasp the furthest edge with your forearms flat on the table and your head down low.”
Nicola bent down over the table and wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table furthest away from her. Resting her forearms on the tabletop was simple enough, but she struggled to set the side of her face between her forearms. She felt Marion Carter pulling her hips back, and then patting her bottom with the table tennis bat.
“That’s good, Nicola. Now all you need to do is keep nice and still for the next few minutes. Okay?”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
And then the spanking started; firmer pats to begin with, harder wallops following. Nicola found it uncomfortable, but wholly bearable, but then the spanks began to get harder. Now, she found each smack was beginning to sting, and the mounds of her buttocks felt increasingly sore. She fidgeted, and the spanking stopped.
“Nicola, you need to keep still for me.”
“Sorry.” Nicola gripped the far edge of the table a little tighter and flopped her body on the uncomfortably hard top with every intention of cooperating and allowing Constable Carter to punish her properly. She had agreed to the spanking, and now she wanted to get on with it.
“Good girl,” Marion Carter acknowledged.
And so the spanking continued. Nicola knew she was being spanked harder now. Each smack stung more and more, and her entire bottom was being covered by the table tennis bat. It hadn’t occurred to her that she would have to lower her trousers to be spanked, although the initial embarrassment was soon forgotten as the spanks seemed to rain down harder and harder.
She had thought of taking Lisa for a coffee afterwards, but she was beginning to think sitting down might be awkward. And then there was the ride home on the bus!
How much longer was this going to go on for? Nicola hadn’t counted, but she reckoned she’d received at least twenty spanks so far, and the officer showed no signs of stopping. She knew, though, that having accepted the alternative unofficial punishment, she was at the mercy of Constable Carter. The spanking was really hurting now and she couldn’t help but grunt and sometimes cry out each time the table tennis bat hit her bottom.
With the pain feeling almost insufferable, and Nicola beginning to think she would just have to beg for the punishment to stop, it did stop. Was this just a pause? Or was that it?
“There! I think that’s taught you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.”
Nicola heard the words, but still couldn’t quite believe her ordeal was over. She looked over her shoulder at the officer who was looking down at her handiwork.
“May I get up?” Nicola asked, still wondering whether the officer intending applying yet more spanks to her mightily sore bottom.
“Of course.”
Nicola let go of the further edge of the table and pushed herself up until she was standing on legs that struggled to support her. She carefully touched her bottom where her tiny pink panties failed to cover her. It felt hot and sore, and she gently eased the flimsy material down to shield at least some of her backside from view.
Constable Carter laughed.
Looking over her shoulder, Nicola could see the officer still scrutinizing her backside, so she asked, “May I pull my trousers up now?”
Marion Carter laughed again, but confirmed, “Of course. When you’re ready, I’ll show you out.”
Nicola cautiously pulled her black leggings up, flinching when the tight trousers wrapped around her bottom, then turned and took the lead when the officer gestured for her to go first out of the room. Nicola was conscious of the officer looking directly at her bottom as she climbed the stairs, and then she was released into the bright world outside the police station. Lisa was there waiting for her.
“How did it go?” Lisa asked anxiously as she watched Nicola wiping several tears away.
“Well, at least it’s done. How long was I in there?”
They started walking towards the bus stop, Lisa continuing to carry Nicola’s school bags as well as her own.
“About fifteen minutes,” Lisa answered. “So, what did you have to do?”
The officer I had to see to, you know, came to collect me quite quickly, so at least I didn’t have to wait long. I got the sense everyone in the station knew why I was there, though, so that was a bit embarrassing. Then she took me down some stairs into the basement and into a tiny little room.”
“Just her?”
“Yes. Then, basically I just had to take my leggings down and bend over a table.”
“OMG! What about your knickers?”
“She let me keep them on, although she made me lower them to show I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, not that my brief panties could have hidden anything. But then I had to pull them right up so most of my bum was naked.”
“That is just so embarrassing!” Lisa commented. “So, what happened then?”
“I bent over a little table and she spanked me with an old table tennis bat. The rubber facings had been peeled off, so it was the wood underneath that actually hit my bum.”
“I bet that hurt. How many did you get?”
“How many smacks? I didn’t count, but I’d say forty or more.”
“OMG! Did it hurt?”
“Durr, yes! Then, that was the idea, wasn’t it?”
“I suppose it was, yes. Sorry, silly question. So, what happens now?”
“Nothing. That’s the good part. That was my punishment, so no court attendance necessary. At least I won’t need to tell my parents now, and they won’t have to pay out for a solicitor and fine and stuff.”
“So, glad you did it?” Lisa asked as they reached the bus stop.
“Yes, and I’ll be even happier when my bum heals up. Why?”
“No reason,” Lisa lied.
The End
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