Justice for Cynthia!
A flaming, fact-inspired fictional work by Pat!
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Cynthia Knowles, an attractive woman in her early 30’s, appeared to be a sophisticated traveler. In many ways, however, she was very naive, as the rather unsavory scheme she'd been caught up in more than proved.

She had been induced by an older man with whom she had developed a relationship, to "help him liberate" certain artifacts from foreign countries. Cynthia understood that removing the small objects in question, was not technically legal, but she was lead to believe that it involved only a minor infraction & that if questioned, she could plead ignorance.

In the country in question, she had become friendly with an attractive man, an official with some influence. This friendship was to prove valuable. They had flirted briefly with each other, but Cynthia had to terminate their embryonic romance because her older friend had called her from outside the country.

She was told where to obtain the desired merchandise & when to leave the country. This was to prove to be her undoing. Attempting to leave the country, she was detained by the authorities & both her body & belongings were searched. Apparently, the valuable antique artifact, concealed in her luggage, was a national treasure. Beyond the protection of American or international law, Cynthia was to find herself subject to a medieval system of retribution.

She was given an informal hearing with the prosecuting magistrate. Cynthia was led to understand, in no uncertain terms, that it was a near certainty that a formal proceeding would find her to have violated criminal laws. At a minimum, she would be sentenced to two years imprisonment under unbearable conditions.

Cynthia, however, was able to contact her friend, the official, & he agreed to do what he could to aid her. Eventually, he did meet with Cynthia & he too impressed upon her the seriousness of her offense. There was, he said, little that he could do for her, but he would talk to the magistrate again.

The prosecuting magistrate would consider only one alternative & Cynthia’s friend feared that it was one that she might not accept. He explained that in his country, penalties for many juvenile offenses took the form of corporal punishment, & that even non-juveniles were sometimes permitted this choice as a means of redress for certain minor infractions. Although her offense did not technically come within the scope of these lesser violations, she was, nevertheless, being allowed to accept this alternative. The choice was hers. This would be the only way that she could gain her freedom & the right to leave the country.

Cynthia was incredulous, but she really had no choice. No matter how frightening the prospect, she had to opt against possible imprisonment. Imprisonment in the barbarous jails of this country was unthinkable. Reluctantly, she accepted the alternative: corporal punishment.

The prosecuting magistrate rather condescendingly counseled Cynthia that she was wise to accept this resolution of her offense. In his cultured, but broken, English, he shamed & embarrassed the young woman by suggesting that all she would be receiving would be a good, sound spanking & that was but a small price to pay, for the serious violation charged.

Mortification coursed through Cynthia, who knew with certainty that her predicament came from her naivete'... She had been so foolish! The magistrate further added that the spanking would certainly be reasonable. He even had the effrontery to surmise that she must have undergone similar "bare-bottomed corrections" as a child!

Having no real choice, the defeated woman signed the release & waiver form, wherein she agreed to accept corporal punishment. She was unnerved at the candid disclosure in the statement. It contained an admission of her "crime" & her agreement to accept, at the discretion of the matron who would administer her punishment, up to 100 strokes. As the magistrate had hinted, she was to be punished upon her "unclothed buttocks." She was to be spanked with a "regulation leather paddle."

Cynthia Knowles gulped in fear, at the realization that she was agreeing to be disciplined with a rigorous judicial (if not judicious) chastisement. She was going to be punished on her bare behind. Cynthia had little doubt that the matron would employ the paddle diligently & unrelentingly on her naked rump. She knew that she had opted for this childish punishment out of necessity, but that did not alter the fact, that she was agreeing to receive a genuine punishment, a real licking, with a leather paddle, a licking on her bare behind.

Thus, Cynthia eventually found herself awaiting her "official spanking."

"Cynthia Knowles!"

She heard the voice, in a strange accent, blurt her name. Cynthia, along with several young men & women, most of whom were in their late teens, had been sitting on a bench in a dimly lit hallway. One by one, the names had been called & the individuals had been taken down the hall, eventually to return on shaky legs, visibly chastened & subdued, usually teary-eyed & often still sobbing. The reason for their distress was obvious: they had been punished on their bottoms.

Now, Cynthia’s turn had come. Her "sentence" was to be carried out. She jumped at the sound of her name being called, & her rear end clenched in spasms of justifiable trepidation, just as it had done when she was a disobedient schoolgirl, awaiting correction.

A matron dressed in a dark skirt, white blouse, & tie was walking toward her. The matron was business-like, but not unfriendly & she directed Cynthia to walk to the end of the corridor. There, Cynthia was led into a room void of furniture, except for one odd looking device: the Spanking Bench.

In the center of the room, Cynthia saw a strangely shaped bench, the lower portion of which was broad, about 18 inches high & was covered with a leather padding, so that a person could comfortably bend over it.

The matron, a woman of about Cynthia’s age, was not harsh & she politely & gently offered Cynthia an opportunity to utilize a small bathroom adjoining the punishment room. When Cynthia returned, she was directed to remove her clothing. Cynthia first removed her shoes. Eventually, her dress, stockings, brassiere & underpants were hung on wall hooks. The matron helped the naked beauty to kneel & bend over the padded bench. Cynthia’s torso was inclined downward &, with her arms stretched over her head, her wrists were fastened to the far legs of the bench, near the floor.

The matron obviously had experience in this sort of thing & took her time competently securing Cynthia further to the spanking bench, by drawing a belt tightly around her waist. The matron also bound Cynthia just above each of her knees, below her thighs. Cynthia was attached to the bench; it served but one purpose: to properly position a malefactor’s behind, to receive punishment.

With her round, exposed rump, charmingly jutting outward & upward, Cynthia Knowles found herself oddly titillated. This feeling was exacerbated, when she felt the open palms of the matron’s hands, running smoothly over the trembling flesh-mounds of her naked rear, as if the matron were testing their resiliency & adaptability to discipline.

Cynthia shivered in shame, knowing that her anchored posture, over the spanking bench, caused the plump rounded cheeks of her bottom to be immodestly spread open, not only to the matron’s gaze but also to the soon to be displayed potency of the punishing paddle. The matron’s manual testing of the sensitive area, appointed for correction, left Cynthia with a profound awareness of a unique, inherent sensation. It was a sensation that she had not experienced since her years at the convent boarding school.

Cynthia & the girls in residence there, were frequently called upon, to uncover their behinds, to receive the strap. Cynthia was re-experiencing those agitated, anticipatory emotions, that she had felt as a girl, awaiting bare-bottomed correction. Years had passed, but she was again exquisitely conscious of her now womanly rump, aware particularly of the fact that it was bare & perilously poised for chastening correction.

The matron retrieved the leather paddle from its hook on the wall. It was an odd looking instrument. Its sturdy but flexible cylindrical handle was over a foot long, while its business end was comprised of a quarter inch thick, compact rectangle, of supple leather, between 3 to 4 inches wide & 8 inches long.

Standing behind Cynthia, the matron viewed the expanse of the beautiful woman’s naked, distended, protruding rear haunches. Cynthia, with surprise, felt a series of reassuring hand smacks landing firmly & solidly (but not painfully) over the center of her behind. The matron, a consummate disciplinarian, had until then, been virtually silent. Now, she was simply getting Cynthia’s attention.

"Prepare yourself, madame. I am going to spank your behind." She said.

Then the matron’s arm began to rise & fall & the leather paddle began to wholesomely connect with Cynthia’s bare rear end. The pain was potent, but not unbearable. The bottom smacking was steady & compelling. The matron had given Cynthia ten earnest swats on her behind.

Walking around the bench, so that she could look at Cynthia’s face, the matron announced, that she had completed the first segment of Cynthia spanking. Cynthia’s rump was now warm & tingly but, except for the obvious embarrassment, she was not in great distress.

The second ten strokes of the paddle were somewhat more compelling. The matron was now imparting a discernible smart to the bright pink feminine rump proffered so suggestively for chastisement. Cynthia found herself grunting aloud, in response to stinging wallops of the leather upon the sumptuous expanse of her buttocks.

With only a brief respite after the twentieth stroke, Cynthia’s paddling resumed. Uncontrolled verbal responses were elicited from Cynthia, after each new punishing crack of the paddle, upon her gyrating behind. Because of the way she was secured over the Spanking bench, Cynthia’s hind end was the only portion of her anatomy, which could readily move, in response to the licking which it was receiving. And as the thirtieth stroke landed, Cynthia’s reddened fanny, bounced & rotated, as if trying to throw off the soreness, which the relentless paddle had imparted.

The matron again spoke, & Cynthia felt oddly proud.

"You are doing well, madame. Your rump flesh is coloring evenly. I admire a woman who so bravely accepts her spanking. You must be warned, however, that in carrying out your sentence, it is my duty to see that your behind is appropriately paddled. We have not yet attained the desired result."

The next two sets of strokes, a total of twenty, were rather rapidly & crisply directed to the broad undercurve of Cynthia’s helpless behind. The undiluted shock & the bracing, sharp briskness of these powerful bottom-spanks, seared Cynthia’s naughty behind & filled her eyes with tears. She gasped for breath. And in a moment of humbling benediction, the burning pain in Cynthia Knowles’ behind, brought her to a total, instantaneous insight: eventually she would have to accept the futility of failing to surrender, to the irresistible persuasion of the leather paddle. She knew intuitively, that her naked behind was to be diligently & proficiently spanked, until she visibly demonstrated the efficacy of her punishment. Cynthia already could feel the inevitability of her arrogant rump being poignantly humbled.

The matron, again, came around & placed a hand under Cynthia’s chin & lifted her head, so that she could look into her eyes. She saw the tears beginning to brim over & she saw how Cynthia’s lips pouted in childish dismay. The matron returned to Cynthia’s heated rear to resume her duty. Before doing so, however, she stated, "the remaining fifty spanks, I shall apply, to your behind, in one continuous unit. Please madame, do not hold back. You have been so brave, but now you are to be truly punished. Accept this. You may sob & cry as you need. All will remain in this room. Let your tears come freely; there is no need to feign dignity now. I hold no malice toward you. I do not intend to be overly cruel, madame, but I have been informed that you broke our law. I now have my duty. You must be properly punished, madame. I am going to spank your tender behind, as it has never been spanked. This is your due."

The matron was true to her word. Fifty unremitting, uncompromising slaps of the leather paddle, punishingly caressed & purged the entire surface of Cynthia’s glowing rump, as well as the impressionable puckered rosette of her bottom’s exposed vent.

Bent over the spanking bench, her behind radiating a scorching passion, Cynthia Knowles let herself be & feel punished; she let go of her emotions; she wept & wailed her distress; she reached the point where she found herself bawling, forlornly & begging the matron to relent. Her penetrating bare-bottomed torment induced her to revert to childish beckoning for parental intervention. All to no avail. The matron, ever the professional, calmly persisted, until she achieved the desired effect. To the matron, & now to Cynthia as well, there was a simple quid pro quo. Cynthia had misbehaved, & now she was getting the well-earned licking she deserved.

No American woodshed had ever produced a more candid response. The paddling of Cynthia’s bare behind had, for the moment, irrevocably regressed her to the point where she was seeking some repressed, long sought, unfulfilled desire.

Cynthia, still bawling madly, as her naughty bare behind was painfully & profoundly stimulated, began to crave the burning titillation of her compelling, bare-rump chastisement. Her excoriated buttocks were in motion, lewdly thrusting outward; Cynthia strained at her bonds, attempting to have her behind greet the final conquering wallops of the paddle, as the matron’s accomplished arm, continued to rise & fall.

The metamorphosis was conspicuous. Cynthia’s blooming, feminine rear, now sorely hungered for the sensation of completeness that this discipline had initiated. As the final biting stings of the leather paddle issued deep within the crack of her behind, Cynthia cried out plaintively, as her bare-bottomed pain, merged with bare-bottomed ecstasy, into a consummate sensation. Her body stiffened involuntary in an unexpected ecstatic response, to her "official spanking."

Cynthia collapsed on the spanking bench, exhausted & subdued, with her naked, crimson rump, emanating heat & openly thrusting outward, as if it had been vindicated & absolved.

The matron gave the punished woman some time to compose herself. Cynthia felt a twinge of shame as the matron’s cool hands, again, moved over her very naked bottom, now seared with deep painful sensations. The matron then considerately helped Cynthia up from the spanking bench. Cynthia’s buttocks were red, swollen mounds of punished, womanly bottom-flesh. They radiated a deep, continuous warmth, yet the unexpected, sensuous culmination of her most thorough spanking, had left Cynthia almost pleasantly dazed. She felt different than she had expected; she was physically chastened, but emotionally cleansed.

Cynthia held no resentment toward the matron. She recognized how uncivilized such spanking punishments must seem to most of the world; yet, in some strange way, she knew that she had merited this kind of basic, primitive correction on her behind. She shivered slightly, when she thought of how her paddling had been both so painfully punishing & ultimately so sensually fulfilling.

The matron, sensing Cynthia’s confusion, smiled knowingly at her. Once again she assisted the hot-bottomed, teary-eyed girl to the adjoining bathroom &, afterwards, helped her dress. Upon leading Cynthia to the hallway & the beginning of her trip home, the matron, the very woman who had so overwhelmingly punished her bare behind, the woman who had witnessed the odd culmination of her discipline, said to Cynthia:

"Do not be ashamed. I administer such punishment routinely as judicial corrections, & you have gallantly accepted a very forceful spanking, as I am sure your poor, beautiful behind will attest to for days to come. I have seen that you are a lovely, physical woman &, as such, have demonstrated strong impulses under demanding yet very personal circumstances. There are many who react as you have to such a total & intimate correction. Perhaps this too was a lesson you needed to learn."

And so Cynthia’s spanking marked the start of her new, long journey home...