“Bared and Bruised: A collection of twelve painful punishments” is a favourite book of Ruby from “Sealed With Love”. Each short story ties lesbian sex and physical punishment together in varied, intimate ways. I welcome suitable story suggestions that might expand the collection.

The smile on her mother's face was not genuine, but it was the best she could muster. Lauren met it with an equally fake smile.

“Have you got the form with you?”

Lauren nodded and held up the folded piece of paper.

“I'll be back at 5pm, that's when it said I have to collect you. If they let you go earlier, just text me and I'll be here as fast as I can.”

Lauren nodded again. She swallowed and blinked, ashamed to realise she wanted her mother to drive away before either of them started crying.

“Hang in there, honey, it'll be over before long and you can move on. Now inside with you and remember I still love you.”

Maureen Paulson watched her daughter go through the open gate and be directed by the officer on duty. When Lauren passed out of sight her mother forced herself to stay composed long enough to find a place to park and only then let the tears come.

An unsmiling officer led Lauren to a desk, checked her ID and verified her appointment was for that afternoon. She handed the girl off to a woman in a nurse's outfit who took her into an area with lockers so she could stash her backpack and phone.

“Come through here and I'll check your vitals.”

Lauren's temperature was normal, as was her blood pressure and oxygen level. Her heart rate was elevated, but no more than was typical for someone in her situation. She was weighed but not permitted to see the result. When she started to ask a question she was shushed by the nurse. She was then led further into the facility to a room with bare walls, a desk and an X on the floor. The nurse took the paper and placed it on the desk.

“Stand on the mark. Face that way. Hands on your head. Stay like that until the handler comes.”

There was no way to measure the passage of time; no clock and no daylight. The position was uncomfortable, but Lauren didn't dare move. She kept trying to distract herself, but her thoughts always returned to the impending awfulness. She was too young to know the word “intimidation” but when she learned it she would immediately think back to this experience.

The door opened and Lauren couldn't help but turn her head as a woman in a business suit entered and, without looking at Lauren, sat down at the desk and began to read the form. She spent some time with it, apparently checking and rechecking its contents. Finally she looked up and addressed the girl.

“Name. Age. Reason.”

“Um, Lauren Paulson. I'm, uh, eleven and, I.. well, I'm here for... a, um, a... a punishment.”

She looked at the floor and her voice faltered at the last part.

“Did you fill out the request card yourself and are these your choices?”

Lauren nodded.

“Speak.”

“Y-yes, they're what I ch-chose and I, um, did it.”

It was the handler's turn to nod. She took out a pen and began to update Lauren's form. Lauren watched the pen move purposely. The handler paused at one question, but the rest of the form was as follows:

Part One - to be completed by court secretary

           Name: [Lauren Michelle Paulson]
            Age: [11] years [2] months
        Offense: [Shoplifting]
       Severity: [Misdemeanor]
    Occurrences: [3]
       Previous: [0] judicial punishments
       Sentence: [36] strokes of [ ] hand, [ ] paddle, [X] strap, [ ] cane
Minimum strokes: [15]
Maximum strokes: [90]
Punishment date: [2019-10-12 (Sat)] (year, month, day) and week day scheduled
Judge's remarks: [Showed remorse, no additional conditions]

Part Two - to be completed by child

Read these instructions carefully and completely before answering any of the questions. Customising your punishment can REDUCE or INCREASE your total. Options are listed from lowest to highest number of strokes they will produce. Choose carefully. Use black ink only. Place only one X per question. Using an incorrect mark or number of marks, or anything other than black ink will be interpreted as selecting the highest option.

All percentage modifiers are multiplicative to the number of strokes. You cannot receive less than the minimum or more the maximum number of strokes, but all choices will be applied.

Punishments are administered over at most one layer of underwear. If you choose to be fully clothed, your clothing will be adjusted to reveal your underwear. If it cannot be adjusted you will be required to remove it.

The gallery holds twenty applicants chosen by lottery. The panel consists of five appointed observers. Private punishments are witnessed only by the handler.

Recorded videos are used for policy, review, training and deterrence purposes. They are not available to the public.

Implement class does not apply to hand spanking. Check only the box for standard class.

Failure to hold the designated position or speak the designated acknowledgement results in additional, penalty strokes. Penalty strokes are not subject to the maximum number of permitted strokes.

The lowest multiplier that can be achieved is 47% and the highest is 324%. The standard punishment is received in underwear, over underwear, before the gallery, unstreamed, medium paced, with standard force and implement, unrestrained and not gagged. Refer to the accompanying document for descriptions and images of the implements, restraints and gags.

         Attire: [X] nude (85%), [ ] underwear only (100%), [ ] fully clothed (125%)
       Coverage: [X] bare (90%, not cumulative with nudity) [ ] underwear (100%)
        Display: [ ] public (90%), [ ] gallery (100%), [X] panel (110%), [ ] private (125%)
Video recording: [X] yes (90%), [ ] no (100%)
         Pacing: [ ] fast (90%), [X] slow (95%), [ ] medium (100%)
          Force: [ ] heavy (90%), [X] standard (100%)
Implement class: [ ] heavy (85%), [X] standard (100%), [ ] light (115%)
      Restraint: [ ] none (100%), [X] wrists (110%), [ ] wrists/knees (125%), [ ] full body (150%)
            Gag: [ ] none (100%), [X] ball gag (110%), bit gag (120%)
Print full name: [Lauren Michelle Paulson]

I will accept my punishment with good grace and will abide by my choices. I understand I will receive additional strokes if I misbehave or protest before or during my punishment.

        Signature: [L Paulson]
Date of signature: [2019-10-11] (year, month, day)

Part Three - to be completed by handling officer

Medical approval required to proceed with standard punishment. Multiple medical rejections require diversion.

     Medical approval: [X] yes, [ ] no
Calculated multiplier: [97] %
    Adjusted quantity: [35] strokes
   Selected implement: [#2 embossed tawse]
      Print full name: [Willow Julianna Valens]
            Signature: [WJ Valens]
    Date of signature: [2019-10-12] (year, month, day)

“You've got a while before your session. Keep your hands on your head.”

Lauren's face was pale as the handler led her to a tiny cell with a stool and no room for anything else. It was dimly lit and the only other thing was a speaker mounted to the far wall. She was directed to stay silent, sit with her back to the door and was finally permitted to lower her aching arms.

“You'll hear the girls getting punished before your turn. Pay attention, especially if any of them mouth off and get extra strokes. You'll get a bathroom break after I fetch you. Hold it until then. Girls who don't have to make a return trip for a special experience.”

The handler locked the door and the terrified girl was left to sit with her thoughts racing. It was chilly and she was glad the outfit she'd chosen had layers. She'd dressed simply and how she and her mother thought was appropriate. Black shoes, grey knee socks, black below the knee skirt, grey short sleeved blouse. Underneath was a white training bra - not that she had anything to show, really - and white boyshorts. Her mother had braided her hair to make it easier to keep out of the way.

When the speaker came to life it startled Lauren from her misery and she nearly fell off the stool. A girl read the summary written by the handler, her high pitched voice halting and unsteady. She was to receive a hand spanking. Lauren felt a brief pang of sympathy for this even younger girl. There were a few minutes of muffled sounds and then an unmistakable slap. The girl thanked whoever was hitting her. Another slap, then another and finally the girl whimpered. The blows came steadily and Lauren lost count. By the end the poor girl was sobbing and could barely speak her thanks. There were more muffled sounds and then the speaker shut off.

The tween was forced to listen to two more punishments, one with the cane and one with the paddle. She couldn't decide which sounded worse. All resulted in complete breakdown of the recipients. One of the girls was gagged, but it did not dampen her screams. She also made a mistake of some kind, was ordered to move her hands and allotted three extra strokes.

The stress and anticipation wore on Lauren. She was quivering and her heart was racing. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She ached from the position and wanted to pace up and down. Even if she dared get off the stool there was nowhere to walk. She was thirsty, but her bladder was demanding more and more urgently to be emptied.

The rattle of a key and the opening door swept several emotions through Lauren at once. Fear of what was imminent. Relief at being able to move, and to use the bathroom. Desperation at the impossibility of escaping. Impatience for it all to be over. Embarrassment at being watched. There was nothing to do but comply.

The handler gave her two minutes in the bathroom, banging on the door when her time was up. From there it was a short march to a door marked “Punishment room 3 (Panel A)”. Lauren was ushered inside the room. The handler locked the door.

The room was wood paneled, carpeted and dimly lit except for one bright light shining down onto a sort of oversized wooden stool. Lauren recognised it from the guide as the punishment frame. It was much more frightening to see in person. She could see a row of five chairs set back in the shadows, all occupied. They were all women and looked smartly dressed. It was hard to make out much beyond the glare of the spotlight. Five heads turned and the girl flinched under their gaze. Another woman in uniform stepped into the light and gave Lauren a glance before nodding at the handler.

The handler tore the bottom section from the form and handed it to Lauren. The girl looked at the paper and gasped at what the handler had written in the large area marked 'summary'.

“Stand here. Feet together. Stand up straight. Take this and read what it says.”

Part Four - to be completed by handling officer

Present to the child to read the summary. Fill out the remainder after the punishment. Make one photocopy, staple to the rest of the document and return the original copy of this part to the child.

            Punishment completed in full: [ ] yes, [ ] no
                   If no, reason why not: [ ]
             Additional strokes required: [ ] strokes
Print full name of administering officer: [ ]
         Administering officer signature: [ ]
     Print full name of handling officer: [ ]
              Handling officer signature: [ ]
                      Date of signatures: [ ] (year, month, day)

The child focused her attention on the paper and read aloud. She was afraid that if she went too fast or was too quiet she would get extra strokes. Lauren forced herself to speak up and go slowly. She told herself it was just like doing lines when they read a play in class.

“My name is Lauren Michelle Paulson. I am eleven years old. I am guilty of three counts of shoplifting. I require corporal punishment for these offenses. I am presenting myself to a panel of five observers, plus the handling officer and the administering officer. I shall strip fully naked and receive thirty five strokes of the tawse on my bare bottom. During the punishment I will be gagged with a ball gag and my wrists will be secured to the punishment apparatus. My punishment will be administered at a slow pace and recorded for future use by the authorities. I have chosen the conditions I just described. I deserve this punishment and I understand that further criminality on my part must be punished more severely. I wish to thank everyone involved for this opportunity to improve my behaviour. Please begin, ma'am.”

The handler took the paper back.

“Strip naked and leave your clothes on the ground.”

This was a compromise. Being watched by a crowd was more than she could stand, but being naked in front of a few people wasn't much worse than being nearly naked. It saved her some strokes so her other choices weren't as costly. The whole thing was a balancing act and she'd agonised over each option. It was only last night that she'd marked the boxes.

Lauren shed her clothes bit by bit, making a tidy pile with her bra and panties on the top. The five panelists watched intently as she exposed more and more of her body until she was completely bare. She crossed her arms in front of her, but the handler spoke up.

“Hands on head. Feet apart.”

The tween's body was androgynous. She had narrow hips, slim thighs and slender arms. Her chest was flat. It was only the size of her nipples and the thin cleft between her legs that made it clear she was a girl. Lauren hadn't been expecting this part and blushed deeply. She closed her eyes but could feel all seven women staring at her body. Was this being videoed? Oh God of course it was! It would've been better to just take the four strokes.

“Stay like that. Open your mouth. Wider.”

“Uh. Hmmmph.”

Lauren peeked long enough to see a black ball on a leather strap being brought to her face and then the handler pressed it between her lips. It had a nasty taste. The strap was buckled tighter and tighter, digging into her cheeks, pushing the ball between her teeth and straining her jaw. It was scary and uncomfortable and hard to breathe. She really hoped this was better than accidentally yelling or forgetting to say thank you.

Something was being wrapped around her wrist. It jingled as it was buckled in place. The same thing happened to her other wrist. The cuffs were snug and the extra weight felt weird, but they weren't bad. Lauren felt better about this choice. The guide said that each time you reached back to rub yourself would get you three extra strokes. She figured she would've messed up at least once.

The other woman stepped into the light. She was dressed in a black sleeveless blouse and loose black trousers. She looked very strong to Lauren, tall and with big muscles. She had a nicer face than the handler although she wasn't smiling. The administering officer held up a long piece of flat leather with a short, rounded section at one end. The remainder, roughly twelve inches long and two inches wide, was split down the middle to form two 'tails'. Both tails were marked with a diamond pattern.

“This is the number two embossed tawse. I will administer thirty five strokes with it on your bare bottom. I will go slowly and use the normal amount of force. Position yourself over the punishment apparatus.”

The handler led Lauren to that feared wooden contraption while the administering officer showed the tawse to the panel more closely. The frame looked like a big stool except much heavier and with a 'seat' that sloped. The girl was positioned at the high end of the seat and made to bend over so that her stomach lay flat against it and her head hung down. She had to press her thighs against the crossbar which meant she had to bend her legs. If she'd chosen it, straps would have been buckled above her knees to keep her from lifting up. Lauren wondered if she should've taken the four or five extra lashes and been able to struggle, but it was too late now. The final step was to pull the tween's arms straight down and attach the wrist cuffs near the bottom of the frame.

Her bottom was turned up and displayed beautifully by her position. The angle allowed the tawse to strike every inch of it. All five panelists leaned forward and Lauren strained to hear what was happening behind her. Her ginger braid brushed her neck. There were footsteps and then the handler spoke a single word.

“Begin.”

Lauren tensed, but nothing happened. Seconds passed. She turned her head but could see nothing. Had there been a problem? Something forgotten?

Then the first stroke landed with a wallop and a cracking sound. The girl felt pressure first, then heat, then a stinging sensation that grew worse as time ticked by. This was really bad and she had over thirty more to come! She waited for the next stroke, long enough that the hurt began to fade, but then it landed. This time the burning sting flared faster and harder. Lauren flexed her calves and tried to cope.

The punishment was administered slowly, just as its recipient had requested. Stroke after stroke with as long as a minute between; never quite long enough for Lauren to recover. She tried counting the seconds to distract herself from the ever-increasing pain but it didn't really help. All she could do was clench her fists, moan into the gag and try to breathe.

When the tenth stroke landed both buttocks bore a spread of pink rectangles. The five women were transfixed by the girl's suffering. They had seen enough punishments to know how she would break. The next stroke made Lauren squeal and kick up one leg. The earliest welts were darkening and each new blow brought more urgent responses.

The only sounds were the awful crash of the tawse on vulnerable flesh, the desperate sobs, the drumming of feet and the shallow gasps as Lauren was punished for her crimes. She tried to ride the agony radiating from her backside to every corner of her body, and to keep herself from lifting off the punishment frame. Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped from her button nose. Her world had shrunk to two globes and one piece of leather.

The nineteenth stroke broke Lauren. It landed just above the tops of her thighs on an already bruised area. She howled and pushed up onto her tiptoes before she could stop herself. As soon as she realised what she'd done she dropped back into place, but it was too late.

“Due to rising from the punishment position, two additional strokes will be administered.”

Lauren whimpered and gabbled, but the gag made her pleas impossible to understand. She tugged at her wrist restraints and wished with all her heart not to mess up again. How could she have been so stupid as to get herself into all this trouble? She hadn't taken expensive things, just some bracelets and a doll and - the thing that got her caught - a couple of books. She was only halfway through and it hurt so, so much!

It seemed like the time between strokes was getting even longer and the misery dragged on. Lauren could not stop crying and each dreadful crack of the tawse made her scream. The room was not hot, but the naked girl at the punishment apparatus was sweating freely. When she rubbed her thighs together, trying to get just a little relief from the pain, they were slippery.

She rose up and twisted her hips when the twenty sixth stroke came down hard across the fullest part of her buttocks. Her back arched and she hissed before slumping back into place.

“Due to rising from the punishment position, two additional strokes will be administered.”

Lauren was past caring. She would regret having gambled and lost later, but now she was just trying to survive this excruciating beating. She clenched her hands and curled her toes as one by one her ordeal was counted down. Her muscled ached from being tensed up so much. Her jaw ached from being gagged. Lauren wondered if anyone had ever bitten the rubber ball in half and giggled despite her situation.

The pert globes of the tween's bare bottom were covered with thick welts. The earliest ones were already swollen and deep purple. Later ones were red and the most recent few were bright pink. Time was immaterial to everyone except the administering officer who counted seconds and watched the girl's behaviour.

The thirty second stroke brought Lauren up from the apparatus once more. She bucked and wriggled and thumped her hips against the wood, twisting back and forth and kicking her feet.

“Due to rising from the punishment position, two additional strokes will be administered.”

Young Lauren had been reduced to a simple creature caught in a trap. She wept and shuddered as the tawse continued to crash against her defenseless flesh. Her strength had been drained and she looked so small and helpless. The five panelists found the sight supremely erotic. All of them would spend time later pleasuring themselves while they reviewed the video.

“All strokes have been administered including six additional, for a total of forty one strokes of the tawse. Remove the child's restraints.”

Lauren's mouth was too cramped to close properly even though the gag was gone and her wrists had chafed against the cuffs. The punishment handler held the girl's shoulders as she was made to stand facing away from the panelists so that they could get one last look at the devastation inflicted on her rear cheeks.

There was nothing else Lauren was expected to do besides get dressed. It was very hard given her wobbly legs and trembling hands, and she left her boyshorts until the very end. The pre-teen bit her lip and hissed as the fabric brushed her sore skin. The handling officer took her hand and led her from the punishment room and into a different waiting area. No-one else was there. The wall clock showed she had fifteen minutes to wait and she chose to stand rather than perch on the hard plastic chairs.

The handling officer returned at exactly five 'o'clock. Lauren was itchy and sticky from having sweated so much, and very ready to go home.

“You will be discharged now. Come with me.”

She was led back to the locker room, collected her things and was presented with the final part of the form, now filled out and signed to acknowledge she had received her full punishment. This was her proof and the guide said that if she lost it she might have to go through it all again. She put it in her backpack and checked the zipper.

Maureen Paulson opened the car door and held the pillow as her daughter eased herself down. Lauren looked very different than she had just a few hours ago. She gave the girl her best smile.

“Honey, it's over with. The future starts now, ok? Let's get you home.”

Lauren could only answer her mother with a haunted face.