You look at her horrified, knowing full well what she is about to do. You also know that drilling holes in the paddle lessens its air resistance, allowing the woman to swing it harder. You begin to plead with them.
"No.. no please. Please don't do that to me. I've learned my lesson." The blonde woman slaps you across the face.
"This is field correction. It allows us to deal quickly with minor offenses such as this and release you promptly. If you do not wish to spend the night in jail and have more serious charges brought against you, I suggest that you comply immediately. Now.. DROP them and get over her lap, ass up!"
You sigh and start to comply, undoing your belt and tugging your pants down. Maria immediately places a hand on your cock and balls, fondling them gently, smiling.
"Come on over here, honey." She tugs you towards her lap. You offer no resistance. The other women are stone faced, as though they'd seen this unfold dozens of times in the past. She strokes the underside of your cock tenderly while simultaneously tickling your balls, making it jut straight out before coaxing you between her legs, where her bare thighs clutch your member with an iron grip. With her free hand, she grabs your wrist, pulling it between your shoulder blades. You aren't going anywhere.
"This will hurt for a minute, baby.. I promise." She rests the paddle briefly over the small of your back, gripping you tightly while fondling your ass gently, in a teasing manner. "Just hold still for me and be a good boy. Be that good, strong boy for me I know you can be, okay?" She abruptly stops, grabbing the paddle again, looking toward the blonde woman.
"Twenty five strokes," she says. "First offense. Update his bio before release." Marcia nodded, then leaned down.
"Did you hear that, baby? Count for me so we can keep track, okay?" She lifted the paddle, suddenly swatting you hard. The sting was worse than anything you could have possibly imagined. She tightened her grip on your cock as she swung her arm, rubbing it slightly.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" you exclaim, then you cry out. "ONE!"
She lifted the paddle high, striking you again, then again. She varied the timing on the strokes so that you could not anticipate them and steel yourself up, thereby making the pain that much worse. You counted off each stroke, initially screaming loudly and defiantly, jerking your cock a bit as she paddled you, oddly aroused by the whole thing.
"TWO! THREE!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!!" You counted out each stroke, defiance and rage over being struck gradually giving way to a feeling of helplessness, humiliation, and defeat. By the twenty fifth stroke, you are sobbing almost uncontrollably, shaking with your lip quivering, tears streaming down her face. Marcia releases her hold on your cock, and the other women pull you off her lap, pulling your hands behind your back to cuff you as they do so. You offer no resistance.
"On your knees," the blonde says. "Face her, eyes up." You drop to your knees in defeat and face her, but cannot bring yourself to meet her eyes, staring down at her shapely legs instead. The blonde pulls you by the hair until your eyes meet Marcia's. She leans down and scans the barcode in your elbow again, enters some information, then presses another button to upload it. She is not smiling as she reaches between her legs, feeling a sticky substance there.
"Looks like you left a little something behind," she says. You blush crimson as you realize that you had deposited a bit of precum on her thighs, as the spanking had been strangely arousing as well as incredibly painful. "We can't have that," she just shakes her head. "And I'm afraid I won't be letting you go after all."
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