Jennifer then took careful aim with the paddle, and used only minimal force to make a satisfying "WHACK" as it impacted Joy's buttocks, which wobbled from the force of the first stroke. "ONE", Joy cried out after a whimper. Jennifer kept her free hand pressing down on the small of Joy's back, pinning her down. The blows fell and Joy counted each one. After the ninth paddle stroke fell, Joy squirmed and flailed her feet. "NINE!" she called out, before adding "fuck that hurts... please!"
Jennifer paused for a moment. "Language!" Jennifer warned Joy. "I won't warn you again. I don't want to hear any complaints or foul language. Just count the stroke, unless you don't want credit for this session," she added with a stern voice before resuming. The paddle continued to hit Joy's generous ass, the sounds of the blows crisper and echoing off the basement walls as Jennifer increases the intensity as the end neared. Joy tried to keep quiet aside from counting the strokes as her bottom began to burn and sting. The heat and sensation continued to build as she was exclaiming the number after each painful, stinging stroke. "NINETEEN".... "TWENTY".
When the last stroke landed, Joy felt dizzy and tried to catch her breath. She looked down at the floor, strands of her soft brown hair clung to her face. She clutched her bottom with both, surprised at how hot it felt, as she stood up.
"Okay, you may rest for a minute, and then we'll finish. You're going to have some clamps applied and then you'll contemplate this session. And I don't want to warn you again about your language -- it's not appropriate," she added as Joy nodded, her hair strewn about and her face a deep red of shame.
When Jennifer returned, she brought with her a set of alligator-style nipple clamps, with a small chain connecting them. "Okay, for your third and fourth enhancements, I'm going to attach these, and then you're going to stand against the wall for five minutes. Go ahead and stand with your back to the wall, and place your hands behind your head like before. You're not to move your hands away until the five minutes are up," she added. Joy reluctantly did as instructed. Joy had had her nipples squeezed and pinched during sex, but never had any experience with any kind of clamps, and was very unsure about what it would feel like.
Jennifer cupped Joy's right breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers, and then revealed the tiny metal teeth of the clamp, holding it over Joy's erect nipple before slowly letting the teeth sink into her soft skin. Joy sucked in a deep breath as the pain spread through her breast. Joy gasped, the clamps inflicting a different kind of pain than the spanking, and to Joy's surprise, she began to feel a buzzing between her legs. There was something pleasurable and confusing about this sensation, and Joy quickly realized that to add insult to injury, she was getting wet. "Ow, that hurts!" she finally yelped as Jennifer slowly let the clamp sink all the way in. "Can't you go slower?"
Jennifer shook her head "no". "What did I tell you - I don't need the commentary," she replied, and then quickly clipped the remaining clamp to Joy's enlarged left areola, intentionally letting it sink into Joy's sensitive nipple more quickly than on the right side, immediately giving Joy the feeling of her nipple being pinched and almost crushed. Joy was unprepared for that kind of shock, and instinctively removed her hands from behind her head and shoved Jennifer's hand away. "OW - YOU BITCH" she exclaimed. Before Jennifer could even say anything, Joy quickly realized her error retracted her hands. "Oh, I - I didn't mean that - it was just a reaction," she quickly said in apology. Jennifer shook her head. "Well, I warned you about the language. It's totally inappropriate," she replied. "Now stand there and don't move."
Joy's heart raced as she waited out the five minutes. Her nipples stung, although after the initial pain of the teeth digging it, the pain wasn't unbearable. Joy also very displayed and exposed, and she couldn't help but wonder if her reaction to Jennifer painfully clipping her nipple was going to get her in more trouble. Jennifer hadn't said anything else beyond the admonishment, so maybe it would be able to slide. To make matters worse, once the initial stinging of the clamps subsided somewhat, the pleasurable nature of the sensation of having her nipples squeezing was getting to her, and Joy felt herself becoming increasingly wet.
Finally, Jennifer mercifully removed the clamps, setting them on an end table. "All right, one more thing before we wrap up - I'll need to take photos for your file. So lean over the couch again so I can get a proper photograph. Although Joy had read about this in the Correction Match program materials, it was still so humiliating, Joy thought as she bent over the couch so that Jennifer could photograph her spanked ass for the "file".
"Okay, you can get dressed," Jennifer finally said after photographing Joy's red, glowing butt.
It's mercifully over
, Joy thought to herself as she reached for her black panties, tugging them on.
But Jennifer's next words made Joy's heart drop. "Now, I'm going to have to report back to the program on your language and insubordination," Jennifer added. I warned you and gave you a chance. What happens from there isn't up to me -- I don't know if they'll make you repeat the session, or give you additional discipline, or what."
"But - I really didn't mean it," Joy stammered as she pulled her bra on. "It was just a reaction, and I said I was sorry - please?" She hated pleading for mercy with this woman who had just sadistically punished her, but she couldn't bear the thought of having to repeat this punishment - or worse.
"I'm not going to debate it with you," Jennifer responded. "I was more than fair. It was a nice meeting you, and I hope after you reflect on our session today you'll appreciate that I was professional and fair about things."
It wasn't worth any more breath, Joy decided. When she finished dressing, she glanced at Jennifer. "Ok, fine. I'm going to head out then."
Joy's hands were shaking as she drove home. Not only had she been thoroughly humiliated and spanked hard enough that her ass hurt from sitting in the car seat, but it might have all been for nothing. The only thing she was grateful for was that Jennifer hadn't made any embarrassing comments about Joy being wet and aroused. She nervously checked her phone for updates the rest of the day. When nothing had come by the next morning, she started to wonder if maybe it had all blown over. But then, shortly after 1:00 PM the day after Joy's first session, she received the dreaded notification while shopping in the grocery store.
Correction Match - You have a notification!
Joy nervously opened the app and read the notification.
Joy Garrison, we regret to inform you that you have been assigned to a detention session. Sessions are five hours in length and are held on weeknights from 5-10 PM. These are intended to accommodate the work schedules of Correction Match program participants. If your work schedule interferes with these hours, please submit a help ticket through the app. Otherwise, please select one of the following available dates over the next 10 days. You will not be matched for any additional Correction Match sessions until you have completed your detention. Please be advised that during detention, corporal punishments will be employed, along with enhancements may be used at the discretion of your assigned detention correctional counselor.
Joy felt like she was about to cry, doing her best to keep her composure in the grocery store. The app displayed a number of available days the following week; in fact every day except Monday was available. Could she appeal, she wondered? What if she denied calling Jennifer a bitch? It would be her word against Jennifer's. But Joy reminded herself that she had been convicted of a crime, and Jennifer didn't have any incentive to make it up. So who would believe her?
When she got home, Joy selected the session the following Wednesday. That would give her 7 days to heal up and prepare, and hopefully enough time to recover after the so called "detention" in the event that she made any intimate plans with her boyfriend the following weekend. But Joy knew she needed to mentally and physically prepare for what was coming.
