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 na?et?.. 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.