Boys will do anything to get the girl of their dreams. I probably did a little more than most, admitting to the law enforcement officers it was I who crashed the car that was actually driven by Jenny, the girl I'd had a massive crush on since forever. I wasn't even in the car when it happened! As she had been drunk at the time, she would have lost the job as a Correction Officer in the Justice and Correction Department she had worked so hard to get.
Accepting full responsibility, I ended up being tied down naked to a whipping bench and given forty eight strokes of the cane for my supposed crime. I hadn't realised that was going to be my punishment before I took the rap, Jenny had told me it was only going to be a fine, which she would pay. The other thing I didn't find out until it was too late to change our story, was that Jenny was the Correction Officer given the job of caning me. It was her first caning assignment!
Three months had passed since I took the blame for Jenny's mistake. It had cost me in a big way at the time, but I was certainly reaping the rewards for the excellent decision I'd made in choosing to help her. The girl I'd had a crush on since our teenage days had moved in with me and was at this moment lying naked, next to me in bed on her stomach with one leg draped over mine and her arm across my chest. She was asleep, but I was wide awake awaiting the radio alarm to switch on and wake her up. Hopefully, my raging morning erection would receive some nice attention to get the day off to a good start.
It didn't quite work out in my favour, as the moment Jenny reacted to the music suddenly exploding in our apartment, she jumped out of bed yelling something about being late.
"How can you be late?" I called as she disappeared into the bathroom. "The alarm came on at the same time it always comes on."
"I've got that thing this morning, you know, I told you about it the other day," she called from the bathroom.
I scratched my head. "What thing?"
"It's the meeting with my team leader; I get to find out my assignment. My three month probationary period ends today, don't you remember?"
Her voice was drowned out by the sound of the shower switching on, but yes, I did remember now that she'd said it. She was so enthusiastic about her job, she talked to me about it all the time, and I just didn't share her excitement. I listened to her like any good boyfriend would, but not much of what she told me stuck in my brain.
I had plenty of things of my own to think about, I was a freelance writer with no regular income, relying on discovering good scoops that would sell to the highest bidder. I didn't do too bad though, I was developing a good reputation for providing stories and investigations of interest to the public, but every piece of work I sold could always be my last. As soon as one was done, I had to look for the next.
But, as I lay on my back, erection slowly receding, some of the things Jenny had told me about her job came into my mind. She really got off on crime and especially punishment, she did have a bit of a sadistic nature, I knew that, which was why she had been so desperate to enter a career in the Justice and Correction department.
In the recent Judicial Revolution, women had been put in sole charge of all matters relating to criminal behaviour and punishment. All judges were women, all prosecutors were women, all physical punishments were administered by women, in fact, women held all positions of authority in the police and prison services. There were still plenty of male police officers and prison guards, as brute strength was still required in dealing with some violent offenders, but overall, women outnumbered men in those roles by three to one.
During Jenny's three month probation period, she'd sampled various parts of the Department. But, at this morning's meeting, she was desperate for a placement in the penitentiary close to where we lived; she wanted a hands on job dealing with prisoners on a daily basis. She wanted to be close to those offenders to be available to give canings and floggings to errant prisoners when required. She loved administering physical punishments, as I had found out first hand.
They'd allowed her to give a few canings during those first three months she'd joined, I was her first victim. Since then, she'd been given some training in the best way to inflict maximum pain with both whip and cane. It was bad enough receiving a caning from her before she was trained, what it would be like now to be caned by her, I dreaded to think. As much as I loved this beautiful, sexy woman, and as much as I knew her to be a lovely kind, thoughtful, caring person in everyday life, I also knew of her dark side. She genuinely loved inflicting corporal punishment on anyone who qualified to receive it.
I use the word 'qualified' rather than 'deserved', purposely, because it didn't matter to her whether the person deserved such punishment or not. Even if a miscreant came before her through a technicality in the law or a seemingly unfair or harsh conviction, she still dealt with him with enthusiasm, enjoying the kick she got out of inflicting pain lawfully in this way.
How do I know this? She told me herself.
Less than half an hour after the radio alarm had gone off, she was out the door and on her way to the Justice building where she'd caned me for the crime she'd committed not so long ago. Half an hour after she left, I got out of bed and prepared my day in a much more leisurely way. I had a big article to complete and a couple of others on the go, but everything was well in hand and I chose to spend the morning in the local coffee shop with my laptop, doing my work. I found the place so relaxing to work in, very handy for the continual coffee refills from the attentive staff, and as usual, it gave me a very productive start to the day.
Jenny returned home later than usual that evening flushed with excitement and joy.
"Looks like someone's had a good day," I said as she practically ran through the door and wrapped her arms around me giving me a massive hug and kiss.
"Couldn't have gone better," she said, beaming. "I got exactly what I wanted. I've to report to City Penitentiary 21 at 9am tomorrow. I'll be working on B wing which houses category green prisoners."
"That's brilliant, Jenny, well done."
"I know, it's a real hands on role, in direct contact with the prisoners."
"Will it be safe being so close to criminals?"
"Of course it's safe, there's lots of back up support. Like I said, this wing houses category green prisoners."
"Remind me what category green is."
"No dangerous prisoners, usually white collar crime, fraud, financial stuff, petty crime, more serious driving offences, that sort of thing. It'll be good working with them, helping them get their lives back on track."
I laughed a little more sarcastically than I'd intended.
"What?" she said, stepping back and frowning.
