Update Diana

As you walk out you fish your phone out of your bag again to see if Diana has replied. It turns out she did just now asking you how long will you be. As you are starting to type your response it suddenly occurs to you that she lives very close by and will have to pass the station on the way to yours anyway. You ask if she wants to find you here and make most of the way together and get an immediate agreement followed by a kiss emoji. You send one back and head to the punishment area; if you have to wait, what better place to do so?

The caning has stopped while you were inside and the young women apparently had no time-out to follow because she’s gone. The redhead girls are too but not far just yet, they are both taking a shower. As fas as you can see from the distance they are identical twins. The traffic offender is still where she was, she is now drinking from her bottle. There is also a new arrival; a glum looking tall blonde is stripping out of what looks like a waitressing uniform on the edge of the corrections area. You are not alone in making a small sound when she pulls her shirt over her head to reveal a most impressive pair of boobs; when she unhooks and drops her bra the bounce is simply mesmerising. The offender slips off her panties with more confidence than you can ever imagine yourself having under such circumstances and shoved her clothed into the locker opened for her. She heads towards the toilets rather than directly to her punishment place however; it seems she has done this before.

She goes about her business quite casually and ignores the jeers from the slightly grown audience. The large screen changes: the list disappears, replaced by a text outlining the new offender’s details. It goes some way to explain the blonde’s attitude; she is a repeat offender with a run of disrupting public behaviour under influence but the last instance was a long time ago and although it is on record, it will not affect today’s punishment. She (or Ms Kay, rather, now that you know her name) obviously knows her way around but the latest punishment was too far back to still show marks or make her terrified of offences building up. She will be paddled with a heavy paddle in suspension before being put into stocks until 11PM.

Another officer, a strong man with graying hair, has joined the one already present by the time Ms Kay finished her very public ablutions and together they help her up into the suspension device. You note how her naked body is not subject to any more contact than strictly necessary to support and secure her. This is exactly as you intended but you do think it would be worth it to relax the purely professional approach in some carefully selected instances. You promise yourself to come back to that thought once you have a chance to sit down with the Rulebook again. Meanwhile the miscreant is up in the air, her bottom facing the audience as she is hanging mostly horizontally, face up, legs bent and open. So far she takes everything in her stride, even having her bald pussy open and shown to everyone. Even on her back her boobs look astonishing and you think the ropes were adjusted to her measurements to give the best possible view of her.

The announcement on the screen is also being read on the loudspeaker and once it is over the screen flashes back to its earlier state, just with a new name on it. The older officer approaches the blonde; now he is carrying a heavy paddle which he lines up with no further delay to the encouraging murmur of the audience. His female colleague stands near but right now she does not seem to have a role to play. Even in an open space the crack of the paddle is loud and you can hear the girl groan. She will not start screaming for a while, you imagine, but looking at the paddle and the person wielding it, you are quite certain this is worse than what you have had. It all depends on the number of swats too, you guess. The officer continues his efforts and by the time half a dozen hits has landed the blonde’s bottom is already starting to turn into one big spot of pain and deep colour. You are so mesmerised by the show you barely feel a hand on your bare shoulder.