The strapping

The room is not the one where Rhea strapped Jane earlier, but it is more or less identical. Rhea does not know the officer Adrian passes their little group to before heading back; for a moment she has a crazy fantasy of pretending that her uniform is there as just a long-term punishment and she is actually escorting Jane for another strapping, since Adrian did not mention any names. Rhea has to suppress a very inappropriate nervous giggle; she would not sit down for a month if she tries something like that. A moderate strapping is certainly not worth that.

The officer is just disposing of the cleaning material he was using to disinfect the bench. The punishment uniform leaves nothing to be taken off so with a final nod to the mother who is looking at her kindly and the daughter who is trying her best to remain expressionless, Rhea climbs onto the bench. She can feel her heart beating faster in the anticipation of the inevitable, but she is controlling herself well enough. When the officer confirms her details her voice is steady. Her ankles and wrists are then securely cuffed. Rhea knows that many see the bondage and the loss of whatever freedom was left to them as an additional punishment; to her, however, it was almost a relief to have fewer things to worry about while her bottom is being roasted. The sense of helplessness was sometimes scary, but despite the horror stories she sometimes heard from other girls, she has always been released promptly when the punishment was over.

All preparations are done and the small audience is seated; Rhea lets herself sag on the bench, glad for its support, knowing a relaxed bottom will hurt less. It will not make a massive difference, but Rhea will take any improvement gratefully. She even closes her eyes, but the soft swishing sound still tells her that the first stroke is on its way. Her cheeks sway gently as the first wide red line is drawn across them. The second is placed perfectly below the first, but Rhea knows that with twenty-eight strokes still to come, it will not be long before they begin to overlap, intensifying the pain. Having a large bottom will not save her from that.

Even though the punishment is not the hardest possible under the circumstances, it is enough to drive Rhea to grunts of pain followed by moans and then sobs. She cannot help that, but at least she does not begin to yell out-loud. She takes a small pride in that, although it is pretty much expected of an officer in her position. Her legs strain against the cuffs on occasion, but she is not reduced to thrashing in her bonds, which would have made an even greater spectacle of her. Even in her still position, both women behind her can see straight down between her legs, she knows. Absent-mindedly Rhea wonders how much is Jane enjoying the show. The girl handled herself decently too for someone of her age and experience, although her reaction was more audible.

The near-naked officer loses count around the twenty-third stroke, as a particularly viciously placed one leaves her focusing all her will on only screaming inwardly and the next two or three blend into one big painful fire. Not knowing the precise number left makes the last strokes seem as many more than they are in reality, but Rhea still makes it through with most of her dignity intact. Of the dignity she started the punishment with, at least.

Her dignity, of course, is exactly the target of the next punishment.