Caning Cathryn and Spanking the Police Sergeant

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Nothing to do with the story but the best I could come up with when it came to Police-women

My own particular tastes have always included a fascination with the spanking of women dressed in uniforms. It seemed appropriate that I should introduce a police-woman into the mix at the Woody Back to School Unit so I created the character of Police Sergeant Ellen Millar who has since become one of my favorite characters.

In this extract from the soon to be published Volume 16 – The People’s Choice the iconic ultra-cool-cat Cathryn Cassidy has been arrested for misdemeanor possession of a small quantity of wacky-baccy. The Grand Master intercedes on her behalf and brokers a deal with Plod whereby she will be caned for the pleasure of the police officers.

To add to the entertainment of the pimply plod the hated House Captain of the Red House, Sally Cobb is also forced to endure an epic thrashing after she is caught red-handed trying to engineer bogus whops.

Finally when the entertainment is thought to be over the Chief Constable of the rozzers makes a surprise announcement.

By the way, this is quite a long extract so put your feet up, pour yourself a glass of wine and hopefully you will enjoy.

The first stretch limousine pulled into the facility grounds at seven o’clock, carrying Patsy and Lindsey Butcher. The limo had dark tinted windows to obscure the passengers from any prying paparazzi that might be lurking outside the gates. The car parked beside the gymnasium and the two gals stepped out, neatly attired in full clobber.

Ms Scott mingled with the select group of inmates that had been invited to the event. The Grand Master had wasted no time in installing her in her new position and had made her responsible for ensuring the smooth running of the evening’s entertainment.

“You nervous?” she asked Cathryn.

“Hell no,” drawled Cat. “This will be good old fashioned Woody fun and we’ll be in control.”

At nine o’clock two more limousines pulled into the grounds. The front car was occupied by the Chief Constable and his most senior aides. The second car carried the six policemen and women who had got lucky in the lottery that had been drawn at the Annual Policeman’s Ball. Mr Humphries and Ms Scott went outside to greet their guests.

Inside the accommodation areas of the facility the remaining Woody gals and the Brass milled about in the various common rooms. Nix had hooked up video links to wide screen TV’s and Mr Humphries had organized appropriate refreshments to allow the mesmerized spectators to make a night of it.

Inside the gymnasium Heidi Alexander and Linda Ash took orders for drinks and offered out the canapés. Penelope Ann Evans looked elegant in a tuxedo as she stood behind the bar and poured cocktails.

The inner sanctum of mega-minxes introduced themselves to the members of the constabulary and posed for souvenir pictures. The only person in the gymnasium who didn’t seem to be enjoying herself was Sally Cobb who stood off to the side looking sullen and morose.

Mr Humphries allowed his guests thirty minutes to acclimatize themselves and to meet the gals. Then he stepped into the center of the gymnasium.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced. “If you would be so kind as to find a seat and make yourselves comfortable we will proceed.”

The police took their places in the comfortable chairs, Heidi and Linda making sure their glasses were full and that they had enough to eat. The Woody gals took their places, demurely seating themselves on rows of chairs set up against the wall of the gymnasium.

“As you are aware,” the Grand Master said, “we are here this evening as a result of a minor misdemeanor perpetrated by one of our most senior members. In a spirit of co-operation Chief Constable Collins has agreed that this trivial offence is not worthy of appearing on Miss Cassidy’s record and in return Miss Cassidy has agreed to undergo a punishment of a corporal nature as a reprimand for her actions. Miss Cassidy’s formal reprimand will occur later in the evening, however, as an ice breaker she has agreed to open the proceedings with a traditional spanking from Chief Constable Collins. So without further ado if I may ask both of you to step up to the chair we will begin.”

Cathryn stood up. As usual she was wearing her version of full clobber, her tie loose and her gymslip so short that the guests from the local constabulary could almost see her bumbags as she walked. The Rozzers whooped and wolf-whistled. Cat turned around, winked and tossed her boater into the darkness.

The Chief Constable had divested himself of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Cat folded herself across his lap and stretched herself out. The policeman rolled down her bumbags and spat on his hands. Cathryn wiggled her bottom cheekily.

In the common rooms the gals and the Brass were circled around TV’s excitedly watching the events in the gymnasium. Many of them were aspiring mega-minxes who dreamed of the day when they might be included into Mr Humphries revered inner sanctum. Their eyes boggled as they watched one of their spiritual leader’s bumbags being lowered.

For an amateur the Chief Constable didn’t do a bad job. He started out tentatively. Cathryn wiggled in his lap to encourage him and he soon warmed to his work. Soon Cathryn’s cheeks began to ruddy and her wriggles became a little more earnest. As the senior policeman became more confident he began to build up a nice rhythm, spanking Cathryn up one side of her bottom and back down the other. By the time he had given Cat the allotted thirty six spanks on either cheek she was genuinely pleased to get her bum out of the firing line. Nonetheless, when she had straightened her clobber she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, winking at him and telling him, “Not bad big boy,” in her husky flirtatious voice. The cops roared with laughter and clapped their hands. Cathryn curtsied and went back to her seat.

The Grand Master stood up again. “Now we have special treat for you. The gals sitting down here have voluntarily entered their names into the tombola. The six lucky winners from your earlier lottery are going to dig into the tombola and select a name and as your prize you get to spank the gal you pick. So lets have our first winner Police Constable Debbie Hartley.”

With the exception of the Chief Constable the other guests were dressed in their glad rags for the evening. The woman who stepped forward looked quite young, as if she may have just graduated from cadet school. She wore a red cocktail dress, with her hair fussed up on the top of her head and a pair of high heeled sling backs. She approached the Grand Master with a slightly nervous look on her face.

The Woody gals exchanged glances, smiling apprehensively as Mr Humphries span the tombola. The policewoman reached in and picked out a folded piece of paper. She opened it and read out the name, looking at Mr Humphries for guidance.

“Patsy Butcher,” she read.

“Oh my gawd,” exclaimed Patsy. “Me and my big mouth!” Nonetheless she giggled and stood up.

The police constable gaped at the sight of the statuesque Rastafarian. She raised her head slowly until she was looking up at Patsy. Even in her high heels Police Constable Debbie Hartley was a clear four inches shorter than the Woody Old Gal.

“Holy fuck,” she mouthed soundlessly.

Patsy smiled at the policewoman. “Shall we?” she asked politely.

The lottery spankings were carried out in an atmosphere of fun and good cheer. The spankings were limited to thirty-six smacks that were nothing more than amusement to the six Woody gals whose names were picked from the tombola. Bernadette Summers, Cassie Cassy, Claire Brooks, Rachel Cox and finally the Minxster followed Patsy over the knees of the excited members of the constabulary. Everybody cheered and laughed as the six gals kicked their legs and pretended to squeal at the police officers’ efforts. Four policewomen and two male detectives had been the lucky winners and it was generally agreed that the women did far better than the chaps.

After the lottery spankings Mr Humphries announced an intermission. The Woody gals mingled with their guests, laughing and joking at the performances during the first act.

The Bounder came across to where Jojo, Nix, Rosemary and Debs were entertaining some of the senior members of the local Plod.

“I don’t fucking believe it,” she groaned. “You don’t know how much dosh I lost on you. Who would have believed that not one of the Famous Four got picked out. And you Debs, you nearly put me in fucking bankruptcy. You’re the unluckiest fucker I ever met, I bet large on you getting your bum whacked!”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Debs giggled to the guests. “Meet the Bounder.”

After glasses had been replenished Mr Humphries attracted everybody’s attention again. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would take your places, we are ready for the main event.” He waited politely while the crowd hustled back to their places. “As you are aware,” he continued, “we are here to witness Miss Cassidy make amends for her unfortunate venture into the world of recreational soft drugs. However, tonight we also have a unique opportunity to demonstrate a little about the Woody community. At this facility we consider ourselves a family, and like all families we experience the occasional familial misunderstandings, squabbles and disputes. This evening you are going to witness one of our own willingly making an act of contrition for an action she now deeply regrets, and you will see how we deal with our own.” He smiled. “Miss Cassidy, Miss Cobb, take your places.”

Cathryn Cassidy stood up, a look of intense concentration on her face; she smoothed down her skirt and stepped forward. She strode down the hall with a confident swagger. The inmates in the gym exchanged admiring glances. To her fellow inmates Cat Cassidy would always be the epitome of cool.

Sally Cobb was looking anything but the epitome of cool. She sat rigidly in her chair, the look on her face a mixture of terror and uncertainty. Mr Humphries statement regarding her willingness to participate in the event was not entirely accurate. She hadn’t slept for several nights; the prospect of her forthcoming ordeal had left her in a blue funk. Stripped of the protection of her Elite status she had become a figure of ridicule. She slunk about the campus dressed in full clobber and avoiding contact with the other inmates.

Patty Hodge had summonsed her to her study and given her a vicious thrashing for failing to complete her mission. Katie had dragged her over her knee and slippered her for grassing her up to the Grand Master. It was a miserable time for Sally but at least she had escaped the terrible prospect of being sent back before the System and the awful consequences that might have faced her.

Sally turned and looked forlornly at Lady Vix. The Red-shirt stared at her pointedly. Finally with a look of hopeless resignation on her face the disgraced former Captain of the Red House stood up.

At the end of the row of seats the Butcher Twins also stood up, watching and waiting as Cathryn and Sally approached the beam that had been lowered at the end of the gymnasium. When the two gals reached the beam they positioned themselves ten feet apart and placed their hands on the bar at shoulder width. The Butcher Twins followed them down the gymnasium.

“You ready?” Lindsey whispered in Cathryn’s ear.

Cat nodded and released her grip from the bar and bent forward in one fluid movement. Her skirt was so short that by the time she was in the full hangover it had turned itself up her back, exposing her tautened bumbags.

“Good luck,” whispered Lindsey.

Patsy was having more difficulty with Sally, having to coerce her into assuming the full hangover, but eventually Sally acceded and raised herself up onto the balls of her feet and allowed her head and arms to dangle unsupported towards the floor.

With the two gals suitably positioned the Butcher Twins turned and walked back to the far end of the gymnasium, where Suzy Scott was waiting with a pair of super canes in her hands.

The atmosphere in the gymnasium of jovial bonhomie that had prevailed during the lottery spankings had changed to more somber feeling of tense excitement. The Woody gals stared at the two gals prostrated across the wooden beam with mixed emotions. Much as they hated to see their beloved Cat in this unfortunate predicament they knew she would do them proud. They sent subliminal messages of good will and strength to their favorite sister.

Woody gals were not by nature malicious souls but the onlookers were delighted to witness Sally getting ready to receive her comeuppance. Although she was viewed as a pathetic specimen of the human race with the protection of her handlers on the Radical Right she had managed to cause a good deal of unnecessary unpleasantness for the inmates.

There was very little in the way of goodwill or positive vibes being directed towards Sally Cobb as she bent over the beam.

The Butcher Twins loosened their ties and rolled up their sleeves. They accepted the super canes from Suzy and tested them by swishing them through the air.

Ms Scott stepped between them and flipped a coin in the air.

“Heads,” called Patsy.

Cathryn Cassidy narrowed her eyes and focused on a small square of floor. She concentrated on keeping her breathing even and her muscles relaxed. She knew that she had to get into the moment and ignore her surroundings. This was no different to the many public floggings she had received during her illustrious career and besides the audience had already seen her bare bum. It’s really no big deal she told herself.

Sally Cobb’s heart was pounding. She had never been so terrified in her life. This was a very big deal for the former House Captain. Unlike Cathryn she didn’t have the experience of a catalogue of public floggings to draw upon. Sally did not appear amongst the top ten of the All-Time Hall of Shame, quite the opposite.

Prior to her incarceration at the Woody facility Sally had been a low ranking foot soldier amongst the Confederacy of Yoofs. Yvonne Godfrey had scouted her and given her a position on her staff. Sally had possessed all the attributes that Yvonne looked for; she was a sniveling sycophant, she reveled in the misfortune of others and she was not much brighter than three sheep. Just the type of sacrificial pawn Yvonne liked to surround herself with.

When Yvonne and her cronies at the top of the Confederacy had first been arrested they had been charged by the Serious Crime Squad. In return for the charges being reduced to Extreme Ladetting Yvonne had promised to blow the whistle on the higher echelons of the Yoof movement.

However, Yvonne Godfrey was a wily bird and far brighter than anything Plod had on offer. She had no intention of damaging the criminal organization she had worked tirelessly to create. She effortlessly concocted a diversionary tale that implicated the hapless Sally as her heir apparent as the top female Yoof. Within twelve months Sally Cobb had been arrested three times and was immediately dispatched to the Big House for a mandatory seven year sentence without the possibility of parole.

Sally Cobb was not cut out for a regime of being spanked, slippered and caned. She quickly gained a reputation as a total muff, regularly breaking the Woody code by howling and blubbing when she was punished.

Whereas Cathryn had consistently remained in the top ten of the All-Time Hall of Shame throughout her sentence Sally had successfully remained at the opposite end of the scale. She was amongst the handful of inmates in the facilities history not to accumulate double figures during the first six years of her sentence.

Yvonne used her as her personal gopher and snitch. During Godder’s heyday as commandant of the SS Sally’s snitching had caused many of the inmates to find themselves upstairs in the library having their bumbags cut to tatters.

The Radical Right had known that she was not cut of the same cloth as Yvonne but they had limited options for creating a new SS amongst Lady Victoria’s Elite.

It was a miserable year for Sally. Victoria watched her like a hawk and left Sally in no doubt that her lethal hairbrush was always just seconds away from landing on her backside if she even suspected the Red House Captain of delivering bogus whops.

When Sally broached the subject of tendering her resignation form the SS Patty Hodge brought Sally to her study and subjected her to a vicious thrashing with her wye-tipped cane and warned Sally that if she failed in her duties Patty would personally target her. Once she had finished giving Sally her ominous warning Patty had bent the prefect over for a second time and thrashed her again just for shits and giggles.

Patty, Katie and the Wart kept her focused by beating her regularly. Although her official record did not reflect these private thrashings, during her prefectorial year Sally Cobb accumulated more canings than she had in the previous six years combined.

Bent over the beam in the gymnasium, with the skirt of her gymslip turned back, Sally Cobb felt her eyes welling up with tears of frustration and humiliation.

Cathryn and Sally tensed. They had no idea what was happening behind them except for the slap of a single pair of feet approaching at speed. A cane whined through the air, the two gals squeezed their eyes closed. THWHACK!!! The cane lashed down across Cat’s bumbags making her gasp.

Lindsey Butcher strode back up the gymnasium and stood next to her sister. Ms Scott nodded at Patsy who set off at pace.

Sally Cobb’s head jerked up and she screamed as the stripe of heat imploded through her nerve endings. It was a good clean strike, precisely placed across the crown of her arse. Sally’s body jolted back down pathetically and she hung upside down panting.

The two gals heard feet behind them. Cat gritted her teeth and braced herself. Sally concentrated on trying to deal with the burning stripe the cane had left. The cane swept through the air and Sally let out a scream of surprise and anguish. The stroke caught her totally unprepared and raised her several inches further over the beam. Tears flowed freely down her face.

Ms Scott nodded and Patsy Butcher took off for the third consecutive time. Despite her hapless circumstances, when she heard the cane swipe down across Sally’s bumbags Cat grinned to herself.

“Clever,” she thought, “very fucking clever!”

There was no rhythm to the way that Ms Scott cut the twins loose, so Cat and Sally had to prepare themselves each and every time that they heard the clatter of feet approaching. It was an effective strategy and even the experienced Cat was finding the constant uncertainty disconcerting. At first Sally had been seeing most of the action receiving her first six strokes while Cathryn only got two. Then, to even things up, Ms Scott released Lindsey to unleash a four-stripe salvo that took Cathryn’s breath away.

At the halfway mark neither of the Butcher Twins were showing any sign of slowing up. They sped down upon their prey, delivered their swipes, and then returned to the end of the gym without breaking a sweat.

At the far end of the gym the two victims were a study in contrasts. Predictably Cathryn Cassidy was taking her beating in stoic silence. Beside her Sally was shaking and shuddering. She was letting out full-blooded howls as each stroke sliced across her bumbags. Between strokes she hung upside down making gurgling sounds in a most disagreeable manner.

Ms Scott gave Patsy the nod and she set off at a trot, accelerating slightly then going in low and cutting the cane across the lower flesh of Sally’s cheeks. Not quite a low rider but enough to raise Sally’s feet clear off the ground. The disgraced House Captain was in danger of toppling so far forward that she would slide clear over the beam. Patsy leaped forward and caught her, helping her back down. Leaning over and checking Sally was okay, Sally just gurgling, unable to make words. Patsy waiting, keeping her hand on Sally’s back, telling her to take her time and catch her breath. Then when Sally finally muttered that she was okay, turning and walking back.

The next few strokes were delivered alternately. Cat, Sally, Cat, Sally and then Cat again. Next Ms Scott released Patsy to unleash two super swipes across Sally’s defenseless behind. Both swipes were greeted with raucous howls. Her tally had now reached eleven.

Ms Scott nodded at Lindsey. Cat braced herself, sensing her turn was coming. She flexed her calves and got up on the balls of her feet, bracing her hips over the beam and reaching down so her bum was up high and proud. She heard the feet accelerating and the whine of the cane cutting through the air before it cracked down across her bumbags. She whistled and clenched her fists, regrouping as she heard Lindsey stepping away, fairly sure the next swipe would be hers too. She wasn’t mistaken and she gasped as another perfectly controlled stroke swiped down across her beleaguered bum. The two gals had now received eleven strokes each.

Patsy and Lindsey looked down at Ms Scott, waiting for her signal. The new Head of Operations looked from one to the other and then gave Lindsey the nod.

The crowd watched breathlessly as Lindsey started her final run-up. Under the subdued lighting that Nix had designed only the white of her crisp blouse was visible until she burst into the spotlight overhanging the beam, like a predatory Amazon with her cane arcing through the air towards its defenseless quarry. The crack of the cane echoed around the gymnasium causing everybody to squirm and not the least Cathryn Cassidy. The super cane sliced across the stripes under Cat’s bumbags like a heat seeking missile. Cathryn groaned.

Lindsey stood beside Cathryn, waiting to help her chum up, while her twin sister started her approach. Looking equally formidable Patsy burst in to light and swung her arm fast. She slashed the cane down in a perfectly clean strike, a fitting finale to a beautifully executed dozen. Sally screamed. She bucked and squirmed, kicked and wriggled. She opened up her lungs and continued to howl. Patsy leaned over and told her to take her time and collect herself.

Lindsey helped Cathryn to her feet. Cat smiled gamely and hugged her chum. “Good shooting,” she laughed in a hushed voice.

“Well taken, sis,” said Lindsey returning Cat’s hug.

Mr Humphries stepped forward and was beginning to thank the guests for visiting the facility when the Chief Constable interrupted.

“If you don’t mind Grand Master, there is one last piece of business I’d like to take care of,” he said.

Mr Humphries shrugged.

The Chief Constable spoke into his cell phone. “Bring her in,” he said.

Momentarily the doors of the gymnasium swung open and two strapping police officers walked in. Between them was a uniformed policewoman, neatly clad in a tunic and skirt over her white blouse and tie, and a hat with a black and white chequered band on her head. She had three sergeants’ stripes on the sleeves of her tunic.

“Please come in Sergeant Millar,” said the Chief Constable in an authoritative tone.

The police sergeant narrowed her eyes slightly, squinting around the room, before she shrugged her arms loose from the two male Plod and stepped forward.

The inmates couldn’t help noticing that when she stood before the Chief Constable she assumed exactly the same pose they assumed when they were in trouble with the Brass. Shoulders back, eyes straight-ahead, arms by her sides and her knees together.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Chief Constable addressed the room, “this is Police Sergeant Ellen Millar. For the past several days I have had Sergeant Millar’s disciplinary file on my desk and I have been considering what action to take. This is not the first time that her file has appeared on my desk. In fact, during the past six months Sergeant Millar has already received two informal reprimands. I will not dwell on her specific transgressions except to say that they relate to internal Police disciplinary procedures and that she has done nothing in the least bit illegal. Under the circumstances it would be normal practice for me to give her an official reprimand and to pass her file to internal affairs to discipline her.”

The Woody gals watched the policewoman intently. She looked about the same age as them, in her early to mid-twenties, looking neat in her well-pressed uniform. But, it was the look on her face that they were watching. It was a look that they saw everyday at the facility. Part defiant, part anxious, part resigned. It was the look of a gal who had been caught and was waiting to discover her fate.

“However,” the Chief Constable continued, “consider this. The internal affairs department will not take into account that Sergeant Millar is an outstanding officer in the field, nor will they care that she is amongst the youngest female sergeants on the force. What they will care about is that she has made three unfortunate errors of judgment, trivial errors of judgment, and in all likelihood they will demote her.”

The Woody gals empathized big time when they noticed Sergeant Millar’s mouth involuntarily twitch into a momentary grimace.

“Demotion in the police force is a very serious matter and for a young sergeant it may prove irrecoverable.” The Chief Constable sighed. “Until earlier today I felt I had no choice but to do the usual and throw Sergeant Millar to the piranhas. But then I got to thinking, perhaps I have options. Perhaps I could cut her some slack, perhaps I could take a lesson out of the Woody handbook and how they look after their own.” He looked at the Sergeant sternly. “But of course that will be up to you young lady!”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” laughed Lady Vix in disbelief. “You want me to spank Plod?”

“Exactly,” said the Grand Master.

“And you don’t think she might take umbrage to this particular proposition?”

“Well she might,” he admitted, “we’ll find out soon enough.”

The policewoman bit her lower lip nervously. “I’m not sure I understand,” she muttered, but from the look on her face the Woody gals could tell that she understood very well.

The Chief Constable sighed. “Don’t pretend to be obtuse Sergeant. Obtusity doesn’t become you,” he told her.

“No sir, sorry sir,” said Sergeant Millar somewhat numbly. “I think I get the gist, but what exactly are you proposing?”

“What exactly is a double dangling?” the Chief Constable asked Mr Humphries.

Mr Humphries leaned over and whispered in the policeman’s ear.

“Oh!” said the boss Rozzer. “Well that certainly sounds like a plan.”

Police Sergeant Ellen Millar unbuttoned the silver buttons of her tunic and let it fall open. She took off her hat with the checkerboard band and handed it to Heidi Alexander. Her eyes flitted from the spanking stool that had been brought from the library to Lady Vix who was slapping the hairbrush against the palm of her hand.

“When you were at school, were you ever sent to the Headmistress’ office Sergeant?” asked the Chief Constable.

The policewoman flushed. “Yes sir, once or twice.”

“And what happened to you?”

Sergeant Millar’s flush transformed into a full cherry blush. “I got the cane sir.”

“Whoa,” giggled Nix. “PC Minx!”

“Goes to show,” laughed Jojo. “Once a minx always a minx.”

Lady Victoria Brompton climbed up onto the spanking stool.

“Remove your jacket Sergeant,” she said firmly, “and come here and bend over my knee.”

Ellen Millar’s mind was racing. It was hard to believe that this was happening to her. At twenty-six years old she was an admired and commended policewoman. Yet standing in the gymnasium she felt as if she had come full circle from her schooldays.

At school Ellen had a reputation as an athletic tomboy, happier hanging out with the jocks than her prissy girl classmates. One afternoon, while hanging with the boys a fight had broken out and although a mere onlooker she had been marched back to the school and brought up before the Headmaster. As a result of their unseemly behavior they were told they would be caned, Ellen Millar included. She remembered waiting outside the office as the boys went in one by one, and listening nervously to the sound of the cane bouncing off the lads tautened trousers emanating through the heavy door.

It was rare for girls to get the cane, she had only ever heard of two or perhaps three girls before her. She was left until last, to avoid embarrassment. She watched as the boys came out of the study, looking nonchalant, and then it came to her turn. She was made to wait some more while the Deputy Headmistress was brought up to witness the punishment. Then she was told to raise her skirt and stretch out across the big desk while she got six swipes that made her eyes water. She remembered desperately trying not to let them see that they had hurt her and sniffing back her tears when she found one of the boys waiting at the foot of the stairs to make sure she was okay.

To her surprise and delight the fact that she was the first girl ever to be caned who hadn’t cried elevated her to legendary status amongst her schoolmates.

Although she continued to enjoy a reputation as a reckless tomboy she was by far the most popular girl in the school. Unlike the other girls who had been caned and had never gone back for seconds Ellen was caned on three more occasions. Each time she increased her legend with her fearless performances and never once howled or blubbed.

When it came time for her to become a prefect she held the majority of the popular vote to be appointed Headgirl. However, on the eve of the final ballot her closest opponent managed to fabricate evidence that Ellen was responsible for vandalizing one of the school cloakrooms.

Ellen Millar didn’t much care that she was caned again but she was horrified when she was informed that she would no longer even be eligible to act as a prefect. It was a painful year for Ellen. She threw caution to the wind and ran with a fast crowd. She established a school record for being caned but her popularity continued to grow.

After leaving school she had gone to secretarial college and then into the typing pool at a large department store. She hated every moment and missed the cut and thrust of being the school’s resident tomboy and chief troublemaker. She craved for danger and excitement and then she saw an advertisement for the police academy at Hendon and applied.

Her years as a police constable were exciting and successful. She received several citations for bravery in the course of duty, opening the door to her promotion to Sergeant at the youthful age of twenty-five. At first her laudable career continued without a hitch, and then suddenly over the past six months things had begun to go awry.

She began to date a detective, a hard-drinking, independent man, and she began to call in sick a little too frequently and was occasionally late for roll call. Twice she was carpeted and given informal reprimands, before this latest incident when she had drunk a little too much and although she wasn’t squiffy, she had been put on desk duty for the day while the Chief Constable reviewed his options.

The policewoman finally shrugged off her tunic and handed it to Linda Ash and then she walked across the gymnasium towards the spanking stool and Lady Victoria Brompton. In her white blouse and black tie, and black skirt and flat shoes she could have passed for an inmate of the Woody Back to School unit. The Woody gals watched in interest as she stepped forward.

Lady Victoria had Ellen Millar over and up, with her skirt turned back. The Red-shirt looked over at Mr Humphries who nodded. Vix put her fingers in the elastic of the policewoman’s bumbags and yanked them down, along with her nylon hose. Ellen tried to look back over her shoulder but she was in a full dangle and it was impossible. The gals watched as she finally hung her head between her dangling arms and lay helplessly waiting for Vix to pop her with the hairbrush.

Ellen Millar felt the wooden back of the hairbrush being circled over her naked flesh. She tried to take stock of the situation. She was trained to keep calm under the most difficult of circumstances and circumstances did not become more difficult than this she decided.

The sensation of being dangled was quite disconcerting. It was quite unlike being bent over a desk like she had been when she was being caned at school. She felt completely at the mercy of Lady Victoria.

It had been seven years since her last caning and she was suffering from a bad case of the butterflies in the pit of her tummy.

All in all, she concluded, the situation did not look promising.

Victoria Brompton was laying it on with familiar gusto. She had tucked Ellen Millar in tightly and was working her arse from top to bottom, up one side and down the other. The inmates watched intently as the upturned pink flesh began to transition from a ruddy rouge to resembling an orange sunset.

Ellen Millar dangled head down arse up experiencing the full blazing glory of a double dangling. Helpless to defend herself she felt smack after smack rebounding off her bottom. The burning in her behind intensified as each stroke landed on the already red and swollen flesh. Her legs kicked back frantically and she waved her fists in the air hopelessly. She had lost count of the slaps and was willing the spanking to finish.

Vix looked down at her handiwork. The policewoman’s beleaguered bum was completely reddened, not a square centimeter of pink flesh was visible. She took a tight grip on the hairbrush and readied herself to unleash a final six spank blitz.

The police sergeant’s buttocks twitched spastically as the final salvo slapped down on the already steaming flesh. She felt her bumbags and hose being rolled back into place and her skirt being turned down. She hung upside down panting until Victoria gently helped her back to her feet.

Ellen Millar buttoned her tunic and replaced her hat on her head. She smoothed down her uniform and stood to attention. Her face was pale and her lips set in a tight line but she hadn’t howled and she hadn’t blubbed. Police Sergeant Ellen Millar was feeling quite proud of herself.

The Chief Constable approached her. “Consider yourself officially reprimanded Sergeant Millar,” he said not unpleasantly. “Perhaps we should order one of these spanking stools for the station house. It could save a lot of fuss and bother.”

Ellen Millar looked at him suspiciously. The Woody gals could see that she didn’t think that would be a good idea.

The police sergeant took her punishment with considerably better grace that Sally Cobb. The disgraced House Captain asked to be excused from the post spanking socializing, throwing a hateful look at Lady Vix and stomping out of the gymnasium. Lady Vix just chuckled and went back to the party. The police officers were clearly enamored with Woodyworld and mingled with the gals, laughing at anecdotes and having their pictures taken.

Ellen Millar quickly overcame her initial embarrassment and bonded with the inmates and laughing good-naturedly when her colleagues joshed about her double dangling.

It was midnight before Mr Humphries finally called a halt to the revelries and said goodbye to the guests. Claire and Melons were tasked with doing their best to settle the unit down for the night without having to hand out too many lickings.

Ellen Millar seemed to be having a good time despite the steam funneling out from under her skirt and volunteered to stay behind and help the inmates clean up the gymnasium. Penny Ann kept the bar open long into the night.

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