Page 123 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Officer Miller continued, "David's friend convinced him to wait. He told David that he thought you could be brought to see how much you need to be taken in hand by an intelligent, dominant man like David."

Taken in hand. That phrase again. Every time this "officer" said it, it made Maud's heart do a funny little leap that she told herself must be pure fright at the chauvinism of the idea.

Maud almost said bullshit, then, to show the strength of her rejection of all of it, but she stopped herself, sure that she would earn more paddling. Instead she said, "It's not true," but her voice came out in a whine rather than the declaratory tone she thought she had meant.

"Frankly, Maud," the man replied smoothly, "at this point it doesn't matter whether it's true. David's friend referred your case to the disciplinary tribunal of the Society of Saint Valentine. We observed you, and we found compelling evidence that David was correct. Tomorrow night, you will be taken in hand by the man who loves you, and you will learn to please him as he deserves, after he punishes you for the disobedience and disrespect you have shown him."

Maud's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Enough delaying, young lady," Officer Miller said. "It's time for your paddling. After you've had it, I think you'll understand how important it is to make the call I spoke of and then, tomorrow, to keep your appointment. If you don't start obeying our instructions, as you will soon obey your new master's, you'll get your punishment on your bare behind next time. You'll learn very swiftly just how sorry a man like me can make a naughty girl, unless you start improving your conduct."

Master. Obey your new master. Maud shuddered. She watched Officer Miller walk slowly and deliberately to the wall and take the paddle from its hook. He turned back to her, holding the horrible thing in his right hand, and tapped it on his left palm, three times, looking into Maud's eyes all the while. Then, with his left index finger, he pointed to the table.

"P–please…" Maud choked, starting to cry in fear. "Please don't. I'll… I'll be good. I'll o–obey."

"We both know that's not true yet, Maud. You know how badly you need this lesson as well as I do. If I didn't paddle you now, you'd never show up tomorrow, because you would think we weren't serious about ensuring that you start a new, happy life as a strong, successful man's submissive girl. Now get yourself into position for your punishment, or I'll have to put you there."

Maud, crying harder, put her hands over her face. Her mind refused to take it in, refused to consider the man's words or think them through at all. Moving as quickly as she could, as if trying to flee both Officer Miller and her own confusing response to his declarations, she jumped up and ran for the door, shouting, "Help! Please, someone! Help!"

The door knob wouldn't turn: somehow it had gotten locked from the outside. Behind her, Officer Miller said, "Yell all you want, Maud. As you've guessed, although I happen to be a real police officer, this isn't a real police station. Behind the two-way mirror are only more members of the society. This is your last chance to avoid me carrying you to the table and holding you down and then giving you ten more swats for my trouble. It's time for you to get used to the idea that you're going to be held accountable for your behavior in the old-fashioned way you need. That begins with learning to get into position, to show the man who is taking the trouble to correct you that you understand your need for discipline and acknowledge his right and his responsibility to provide that discipline." His voice suddenly became much sterner, though it remained devoid of apparent anger. "Get over the table and raise your skirt, Maud. I'm going to paddle you now."

Her knees very weak, Maud turned around to see him still standing in the same place, still holding the paddle, still pointing to the table. She saw in his eyes that he knew how much more difficult he had just made it for her to obey him. If bending over the table would mean that she had acknowledged this thing… whatever it was… this stupid sex game or this bizarre ritual or this taken in hand business — that she admitted she needed it — well, "Officer" Miller could forget that.

His face took on a severe, almost grim look. "Clearly you're not ready for that, Maud," he said in a disappointed tone. "I promise you, though, that you will be." Then he put the paddle on the table and stepped towards her.

Maud cowered against the door, and then she kicked and hit and yelled, but Officer Miller simply took hold of her around her waist, turned her around, and hauled her to the table. Once he had her there, he pushed her over it, the standard fake wood hard against Maud's cheek and the wooden paddle right in front of her eyes, lying ready there. Though she tried to move them away, make it more difficult for him somehow, he gathered her hands in his big left hand and held them behind her back.

Then he yanked up her grey work skirt. "The society has a bylaw," he said matter-of-factly, "that only a girl's master may uncover her nakedness. In the case of a girl like you who hasn't yet been awarded, unfortunately, that means that I can't give you what you truly deserve, Maud, which is some really severe bare-bottom discipline. You don't have a master to give me permission. Thankfully, I can promise you that it won't be long before your panties come down."

Then she watched him take the paddle from the table. Then she heard the soft whistling of the air through the holes in the paddle's face. Then Maud's first punishment had begun: upon her bottom-cheeks, covered in her boy-short gray cotton briefs, hard swats landed in quick succession, as Officer Miller counted, "One… two… three… four…"

At first Maud thought that it didn't hurt as much as she had thought it would. By the time he had reached "five," though, her backside blazed with pain, and she started to cry out, and then to kick.

"Don't do that, Maud," Officer Miller said. "Keep your rearend still for me. If you kick again, I'll add another ten."

Now the threat really did mean something to Maud, and she did hold still, though inside her panties she felt her bottom begin to clench uncontrollably and the thought of what that looked like to the man punishing her added shame to the terrible pain. By fifteen, she was sobbing into the table, her tears pooling beneath her face, giving little yelps at each swat but otherwise not moving.

"I'll let your wrists go, Maud, if you think you can hold still for the rest of your punishment," Officer Miller said, in what seemed to Maud a slightly less disapproving tone. She felt, to her shame, a little thrill of happiness go through her, as if to please the man who paddled her were suddenly all she wanted.

She nodded against the table, too abashed to speak, and he did take his left hand from her wrists.

"Take hold of the other side of the table," he said even more gently. "It will help. These last few are going to hurt a lot."

"Oh, God," Maud sobbed, reaching her hands out and doing as he said. The last five swats made her cry out very loud, and she couldn't help trying to move her bottom even though she gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white to keep from putting her hands back behind in a desperate attempt to ward off the paddle. Officer Miller just brought his left hand down to hold her hips still, and counted, "Twenty-two… twenty-three…," as he kept delivering swat after swat.

Finally the twenty-fifth came, and he said, "You may go ahead and rub your bottom, Maud."

Even though it seemed terribly shameful to do such a thing at all, let alone in front of Officer Miller, she couldn't help putting her hands back and holding her punished cheeks, cherishing them in her fingers through the cotton of her panties as she continued to weep with the pain, though the rubbing did help. She didn't like the feeling, but she found she felt grateful to Officer Miller for allowing her to touch her own bottom.

Then, to her surprise, she found that another feeling had begun, and that she was thinking not of Officer Miller but of David, and of his silly sex games. Before she knew it, her sobs had begun to sound much more ambiguous, as she relieved her pain with her hands upon her cotton-pantied backside.

Maud's face blazed hot and she snatched her hands away. Had "Officer" Miller known the effect it would have on her?

"You may get up, Maud," he said. She couldn't look at his face, now, but she thought she heard some amusement in his tone, and that deepened her blush even further. "Go ahead and call David, now, and then you may leave. I'll see you tomorrow in Highfield. Remember that if you don't obey, you've got a lot more punishment coming. Let the state of your bottom be your reminder to be a good girl. Take a good look at it in the mirror tonight before you go to bed, and I think you'll understand how important it is that you show up for your appointment."

Chapter Four

Preparation

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