Madisons Embarrassing Spanking

Chapter 1

Madison didn't know what she had gotten herself into. A month ago, she had gotten a citation for jaywalking. She had the bad luck to cross the street in front of a cop who was having a bad day, or maybe he had nothing better to do. Due to recent legal reforms she did not have to go to a courtroom to have her case for such a minor crime. Instead a couple weeks later she had received a manila envelope stuffed with a thick packet of documents stapled together.

She could tell that the giant document, titled Penal Summons and Judicial Punishment Codebook, was sent to everybody. Not everything applied to her. Somebody had handwritten the personalized detail of her case on the page titled Penal Summons:

Madison Cain

, you have been adjudged guilty of

jaywalking

. You have been sentenced to

private, short-term, physical punishment

. Please refer to the punishment codes located in the Judicial Punishment Codebook that is included in your document packet. The codes that refer to you are

J21, J25

. Please follow the directions located in the Codebook. Schedule a session of the appropriate length on the Judicial Punishment website.

She anxiously flipped through the dense document. She struggled to translate the dense, technical language. The best she could tell she was going to be whipped or caned on her bare behind. What worried her the most was that it gave directions for how she had to groom herself down there but why wasn't totally clear. "

Why did that matter,"

she wondered

.

She had thrown herself into researching her predicament over the following few days. She was disheartened to learn that she had waived her right to appeal when she had signed some forms when she received the citation. She spent an hour waiting on hold with a very unhelpful lawyer who only confirmed what she had already feared. There was nothing she or anyone else could do to get her out of her predicament. Resigned she had scheduled a four-hour session on the Judicial Punishment website.

Now that it was the morning of her appointment, she was wracked with apprehension. She daydreamed about running away and going on the lam, but she knew that wasn't a real option. Somebody would come to fetch her when she was absent from her appointment without an excuse. She was sure it would make the punishment worse. No, she had to go to her punishment session. She followed the directions that had been sent to her. She wore comfortable clothes, a white cardigan and tight blue jeans and no jewelry as she left her single-bedroom apartment.

A half hour later Madison had exited the metro and walked to the newly built Justice Center. Arriving fifteen minutes before her scheduled time she walked to a side door of the imposing concrete edifice. She entered and approached a reception window. The middle-aged woman in the window checked her ID and confirmed her information. After consulting her terminal, the receptionist pointed Madison to a waiting area located through a door next to the window. When she sat down in the waiting area another employee handed her a clipboard with forms that she had to read through and sign.

It was mostly legalese wherein she affirmed her identity, mental faculties, and that she did not have any medical ailments that disqualified her from the punishment. "

Curse my general good health

," she joked to herself.

After she handed the clipboard to the attendant, he gave her a room number and pointed her to a hallway with several identical doors on the sides and ended with a heavy metal door. She entered room four and sat down on a comfortable, rolling chair that was next to the oval, wooden table in the middle of the room.

Almost immediately a woman with a business suit walked into the room and placed a paper filled folder on the table. She sat down and started, "Alright I have to get this out of the way first. Do you affirm that you are Madison Cain and that, under the threat of perjury, you have not taken any substances that could change your mood or cognitive functions?"

"Yes, ma'am"

"Ok, good, sign this for me," she directed, pushing a form across the table.

Madison scrawled her name on the oath, as the woman continued.

"I'm going to explain to you a little bit about what is going to happen today and answer any question you have." She hesitated.

Madison thought her pause was an invitation to speak, "Ok, I don't really know what's going on."

The woman nodded.

"I bet most people have no idea what's going on,"

Madison decided.

The woman flipped through her papers. "You will be given a private, short-term, physical punishment. Private means that only the staff involved will witness the procedure, short-term is that it will take less than a day, and physical that it will be corporal punishment."

Madison had deduced all of that over the last two weeks but she still grimaced hearing it read aloud.

The woman continued her explanation, "I see you've been given a code J21 and a code J25." She perused th folder to check the codes, "J21 is twenty spanks with the hand to your bare buttocks and J25 is another 20 spanks to your labia and/or vulva."

Madison's fears were true. She suspected that she was going to be hit on her ass, but she knew there was a reason she had to shave her lips. She immediately felt sick in the pit of her stomach.

"There aren't any codes mandating any enhancements to the procedure, so you are luckier than some guests."

The judicial employee continued, "You'll be stripped naked, of course. And you'll be blindfolded so that you cannot identify the people who carry out your procedure. You will be restrained in two different positions. I am asked to ask, on behalf of the technicians, that you follow their directions. They do have it in their power to file new charges if you are resistant to their orders."

Madison felt too paralyzed with fear and anxiety to speak. The thought of being tied up naked and blindfolded was mortifying. She would never in a million years try to get away or resist. It was too hopeless.

"Miss, do you have any questions?"

Madison could only shake her head as her thoughts raced through her head. She could fill in the blanks of the punishment anyway.

The woman added one last piece of information, "Also, everybody involved with the procedure from this point forward will not know your name. There are laws in place to protect your privacy. Good luck." The judicial employee rose from her seat and opened the door and gave a signal. A guard with a khaki uniform and baseball cap entered the room and ordered Madison to follow him.

Madison rose apprehensively and followed the guard out of the room and through the metal door at the end of the hallway. She felt that she was walking deeper into the depths of hell.

Chapter 2

The guard led Madison down the gray cinderblock hallway to another room. She walked through the only door and took in the room. Next to the door was a desk and a handwashing sink next to the desk. There was a metal table connected to the wall to the right of the door that jutted toward the center of the room, on the opposite side was a metal chair bolted to the floor. She shuddered as she realized the building had transitioned from a bureaucratic office to a prison designed to prevent her escape.

Instinctively, Madison went to sit on the chair on the other side of the table. The guard sat down at the desk and started to fill out paperwork. He made no effort to speak with her, so she silently waited on her side of the room.

After a couple of minutes, a second guard, a middle-aged man with graying hair, came into the room. He glanced at her before turning to the guard who was at the desk. He seemed like he was double checking the first guard's work. Madison got the feeling that he was in charge. After a minute, he turned around and announced, "Hello, miss. In a few minutes we will be conducting your strip and cavity search, but first I will explain the routine, so you will know what is happening while we examine you."

"Strip search?"

her internal voice screamed. She should have guessed this would happen, she'd seen prison comedies. It didn't seem like a joke now, this was how the humiliation started. The gravity of the situation was starting to set in even more.

"Um, ok," she stammered as she lowered her head.

The guard continued. "We perform the strip search to maintain the safety of the individual who will be administering the, um, procedure later and we do it with a stringent view toward sensitivity and with the upmost hygiene standards."

Madison realized they had been instructed that procedure was the preferred vocabulary to describe her punishment.

"Believe me it is better to tell us now if you're trying to sneak something in. So do you have anything hidden on your body you're trying to hide?"

"No, sir"

"Ok, now that that is out of the way. I'd like to say up front that we know that this is an embarrassing and difficult process and we try to make it go as fast and with as least fuss as possible."

That heartened her some. Fast was better than slow in any case.

"First we will check your hair and anywhere you might hide anything on your face, like your mouth or ears. Just listen to our directions and that part will be easy. Then we will ask you to take off your shirt and place it on the table. My associate here will check to make sure you weren't trying to hide any contraband in it. Then you will need to take off your bra, which will also be searched by my partner. You will have to give us an unimpeded view of the front, back, and sides of your upper body. Unfortunately, that includes an unimpeded view of your breasts. We have to be able to visually inspect you thoroughly. Since your breasts are large, we will also instruct you to lift them up so that we can see underneath them. After that then you are free to hide yourself with your arms as best you can. As long as we don't see anything out of the ordinary then we won't have to touch you." He glanced at her to search for understanding. "Miss, did you understand the first part of the instructions?"

She snapped back to attention. She had started to zone out from his speech as she imagined her boobs on display to these men. At least they spoke like they cared about her state of mind but she doubted it would help her to feel any better. "Yes, I understand," she replied.

The guard continued, "Good. Now after that then you will have to take off your jeans. We will search your pockets and such just like before. Then you will have to remove your underwear. Just like before you will have to let us visually inspect them both for any contraband and to ensure that they meet the requirements that were sent to you when you received your penal summons. They do meet those requirements, correct, miss?"

"Yes." She had read the directions in the Punishment Codebook over and over while she waited for the day of her punishment. They clearly stated that she must remove any jewelry in her pubic region (not that she had any, anyway) and that she must remove any hair from a quarter inch above the top of her vaginal cleft to her anus. It had even included a diagram to illustrate the directions. For the first time in her life she had shaved herself the previous night.

The guard looked relieved after her affirmation. She was sure it was because it meant less paperwork to fill out. "Alright, that's good." He nodded to his partner. "That means we can skip the next set of instructions. Again, unfortunately the next part is likely the most uncomfortable for you. We will search your cavities . . ."

"Cavities

." It hadn't registered when they told her it was a strip and cavity search. "

They were going to stick their fingers? tools? inside of me?"

For the first time, her stomach dropped and she felt like she was going to puke.

The guard had never stopped talking, "Both your vaginal and anal. Don't worry we will use a different glove for each one and we will also be using lubrication. If you relax and work with us this is quick and painless procedure."

"Quick and painless,"

she mused. She doubted that.

"Also in order to lessen your embarrassment, because," he digressed, "again, it should be stated that this search is not part of the punishment and is just for the safety of our officers, we try not to look while we are conducting the search. It is by feel only."

She hated that he spoke like he was doing her a favor. This obviously makes her punishment, which is bad enough, even worse.

"Anyway, my associate here will apply lubrication to the area. Say, which cavity would you like us to search first?"

"It doesn't matter," she managed to choke out.

"Please choose. We try to make this as easy as possible for you."

They were going to make her participate in her own humiliation. Madison thought for a second. "Search my vagina first," she finally decided, mimicking the guard's formal speech. Nobody had ever touch her butt before, might as well put if off, she figured.

"Ok, we will search your vagina first. Where was I? You should spread your legs about shoulder width apart. Many girls close their eyes, so that could help. And then my associate will apply lubrication to your vaginal opening with his gloved fingers. He will insert two fingers and search the cavity for any contraband. It only takes maybe five seconds so it isn't too bad. Depending on the formation of your labia, he might also manually search through them"

She had not paid attention when the other guard had walked her to this room. Now that he was the man whose fingers would be between her legs she examined him closer. He wasn't anything special. He looked young, maybe 30 at most. He had short, dark hair and looked professional in his uniform. He kept a blank face as his superior described his part in the process. She shuddered thinking about how many other women's privates he had probed.

"After that I will direct you to turn around and then, again your choice, you can bend over the table or you can bend over against the wall so that we can access your anus. He will wash his hands and change his glove. He will apply lubrication to your anus, and he will insert one of his fingers in as far as he can reach. If you relax your muscles this will also only take five seconds or so, although I've seen it take longer if you don't cooperate."

She had started to cry during his explanation. She put her face in one hand and sobbed loudly enough that the guard noticed.

He stumbled over his speech, "Oh, honey. We will give you a minute. Sorry, we know it's a lot."

Chapter 3

Madison just couldn't believe it. She knew today was going to be terrible but she couldn't believe it was going to be this terrible. This was so embarrassing and invasive and this wasn't even the real punishment. And it was two men. Couldn't there be a woman in here to conduct the search? She decided it was worth a shot to ask, since it might slow everything down and let her catch her breath. She stammered, "Can there be a woman in the room please?"

The guards looked at each other. The leader shook his head slightly, more to his partner than to Madison. "No, miss. There is no right to be searched by someone of the same sex. We are both trained to conduct the search and have undergone substantial sensitivity training. We will make this as easy as we can." Both of the guards looked very apologetic as they let her have another minute to exhaust her sobbing.

She tried to compose herself. It was time to face up to the situation. She was embarrassed by her sobbing and resolved to try to hide her discomfort. She took a few deep breaths and looked at the guard.

The guard took the hint, "Ok, miss, it's time to get started. Stand up next to the table." Madison stood up in front of the much taller guard, only 5'4", she was on the short side, and her average build was much smaller than his muscular physique. She felt very vulnerable now that she only stood up to his chest.

He continued, "Bow your head forward and push your hair over your face." She followed his directions. "Run your hands through your hair for me, please." She did that for five or ten seconds. She could tell he was looking through her hair and swaying side to side. He must have been satisfied.

"You can look at me again." She lifted her head and tried to push her hair back behind her ears and out of her face. "Open your mouth." He had a small flashlight that he shined into her mouth. He instructed her to move her tongue up and down. When he was done with that orifice, he moved to her side and shined the flashlight into her ear and then moved the other ear. "Alright, that all checks out. Not that I expected anything different from you."

She knew what was next and it scared her. She was about to start disrobing in front of these two strangers. "

Let's just get it over with,

" she thought. Her hands moved to the bottom of her white cardigan that was held closed by a series of clear, round buttons up the front.

When he noticed her hands moving to the buttons the speaking guard nodded, "Yes, miss, that is the next step."

Madison fumbled with the bottom button, but she was faster as she moved up her front undoing each one. When she unbuttoned the last one, she shrugged the cardigan off of her shoulders to reveal a plain white camisole. She placed the sweater on the table beside her. She pulled the camisole off over her head. She stood there in her 30E nude-colored bra in front of the two guards. Removing the shirt revealed a little bit of a belly that she was always sure to hide when she got dressed. A new wave of embarrassment rolled over her as all of her insecurities about her imperfections welled up. She tried to force those feelings back down. "

Come on, Maddie, you won't get through this feeling bad about yourself."

The second guard picked up the cardigan and searched it and then repeated the process with her camisole. He nodded to his superior and placed it in a large plastic bag with a number written in black marker.

The lead guard noticed her glance at the bag, "Ah, if I didn't mention before you'll get your clothes back in a few hours after your procedure. But for now, if you'll remove your bra, please."

She felt the cold air on her stomach. She was trying to convince herself that she needed to act confident in order to get through her ordeal. She might be embarrassed to her core but she didn't want her outer façade to crack like it had when she had cried. She reached one hand behind her to undo her clasp. She crossed her other arm over her chest. After she unfastened the clasp, she was careful to press the bra tight against her and then she slid the bra so that she could keep her body private for just a few moments longer.

After she placed the bra on the table, the guard repeated the search. It didn't take long. Where would she hide anything inside a bra anyway? He placed it in the same plastic bag and nodded to his counterpart. The lead guard spoke, "We have found in the past it is a little easier if you turn around and then put your arms over your head. We will inspect your back and sides first and then you will have to turn around"

She was mad at herself that the suggestion did make her feel better. "

I should be furious with what is happening but I can't complain about a few more moments,"

she thought. She turned her back to the guards and slowly put her hands, fingers laced, on top of her head. Her breasts dropped as she uncovered them. She wished her breasts were perkier. She had always been mostly confident in her appearance, but insecurities were bubbling up as she disrobed for these strangers. She tried to argue against these intrusive thoughts, "

Why do I care what I look like to these guards?