WPC Matthews Makes a Disciplinary House C*ll

This is the complete WPC Matthews film, combining both WPC Matthews Makes a House C*ll and Sentenced to a Caning into one full-length video.

Featuring

Ms Josie Harrison-Marks

Miss Clara Matthews

WPC Matthews stood on the doorstep in her crisp uniform, adjusting her cap. She had received multiple complaints from the neighbours about Miss Marks — strange noises, too many m*le visitors, and “suspicious activity.” With a knowing smile, she knocked firmly.

Miss Marks opened the door wearing a very short bl*ck dress, seamed stockings, and high heels. She looked every inch the high-class wh*re.

“Miss Marks?” WPC Matthews said, her voice cool and professional. “There have been certain concerns raised by your neighbours.”

Miss Marks leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “They’re just a gossip squad, WPC Matthews.”

The policewoman stepped inside. “They’ve been ringing the station, telling us all about your... antics. Three or four gentlemen callers a day, I hear. And some rather peculiar noises.”

Miss Marks laughed softly. “I have a few gentlemen callers, yes. They like to... discipline me.”

WPC Matthews raised an eyebrow, her eyes roaming over the y*unger woman’s body. “Seeing the get-up you’re in, I can understand why. Stockings, heels, very cute panties...”

She stepped closer. “Turn around, y*ung lady. I think I should inspect this for myself.”

Miss Marks obediently turned and bent forward slightly, placing her hands on the back of the sofa. WPC Matthews lifted the short dress, revealing a perfect, round bottom barely covered by tiny bl*ck panties.

“Very pert,” the officer murmured, running her hand over the smooth cheeks. “But I think this naughty bottom needs some official attention.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

WPC Matthews began spanking her firmly with her bare hand, the sharp cr*cks echoing around the room.

“Oh!” Miss Marks gasped, pushing her bottom back for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” WPC Matthews teased, spanking harder. “No wonder you have so many visitors.”

She spanked steadily, turning the pale cheeks a bright, glowing pink. Miss Marks moaned and squirmed, clearly enjoying every smack.

After a thorough warm-up, WPC Matthews unbuckled her police belt.

“I think it’s time for something a l*ttle more serious,” she said, doubling the belt.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The thick leather cr*cked loudly across Miss Marks’ bare bottom. She cried out, rising onto her toes.

“Ow! Oh, that stings!”

“You’re getting nice and red,” WPC Matthews observed, laying on another six hard strokes. “Beautiful glowing colour. Your gentlemen callers are very lucky.”

Miss Marks was breathing heavily, her bottom b*rning.

WPC Matthews smiled. “I’ve also been authorised to carry a l*ttle cane these days...”

She produced a slender rattan cane and tapped it against the already sore cheeks.

“Six strokes, I think. To make sure you keep the noise down in future.”

Miss Marks gripped the sofa tightly. “Yes, Officer...”

The first stroke landed with a sharp THWACK! right across the centre of her bottom.

“Ahh!” she yelped.

WPC Matthews gave her the full six — slow, hard, and perfectly placed. By the final stroke, Miss Marks was gasping and moaning, her bottom covered in vivid red tramlines.

WPC Matthews ran her hand gently over the hot, welted flesh.

“There we go,” she said approvingly. “A very well-punished bottom. I trust you’ll be quieter from now on?”

Miss Marks looked back over her shoulder, flushed and aroused.

“Only if you promise to come back and check on me regularly, Officer...”

WPC Matthews smiled, sliding her hand between Miss Marks’ legs.

“I think that can be arranged.”

WPC Melissa stood in the elegant living room, her crisp police uniform fitting perfectly, the bl*ck leather belt gleaming at her waist. In her right hand she held a long, slender rattan cane, flexing it thoughtfully between her fingers.

Miss Harrison-Marks stood before her, already breathing faster, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties and stockings.

“So this will be your first time with the cane?” WPC Melissa asked, her voice calm but commanding.

Miss Harrison-Marks nodded, biting her lip. “I don’t allow any of my gentlemen callers to cane me. This is... a first.”

“How exciting,” Melissa purred. “For me, at least. It might be rather painful for you, I’m afraid.”

She stepped closer, gently stroking Miss Harrison-Marks’ bare bottom with her free hand.

“You will remember to stroke me and caress me afterwards, won’t you?” Miss Harrison-Marks whispered. “That’s what my gentlemen always do.”

WPC Melissa smiled. “I promise there’ll be lots of slow, sensual stroking. Now... bend over the back of the sofa. Bottom nice and high.”

Miss Harrison-Marks obeyed, draping herself gracefully over the sofa, pushing her bottom out and spreading her legs slightly. Her heart was racing.

“Ready?” Melissa asked softly.

“I think I am ready.”

Swish... THWACK!

The first stroke landed with a sharp, clean cr*ck right across the centre of Miss Harrison-Marks’ bare bottom. A vivid pink line bloomed instantly.

“Oh!” she gasped, her body jolting forward.

“That’s a beautiful stripe already,” WPC Melissa said approvingly, admiring her work. “How did that feel?”

“Very stingy, WPC Matthews... very stingy indeed,” Miss Harrison-Marks replied, her voice slightly shaky.

Melissa gently rubbed the fresh mark with her fingertips. “As it should. It is a punishment, after all. Ready for the next?”

Miss Harrison-Marks took a deep breath. “Yes...”

Swish... THWACK!

The second stroke landed just below the first, perfectly parallel. Miss Harrison-Marks hissed through her teeth and rose onto her toes.

“Lovely,” Melissa murmured, stroking the two fresh lines. “You’re being so brave. Just four more to go.”

THWACK!

Number three landed with a crisp snap. Miss Harrison-Marks let out a sharper cry.

“Oh... it’s a beast, isn’t it?” she whimpered, shifting her weight.

“Very much so,” the policewoman agreed, gently caressing the sore cheeks. “But you’re taking it beautifully. Such a good girl.”

The fourth stroke was harder. Miss Harrison-Marks gasped loudly and gripped the sofa cushion tightly.

THWACK!

“Number four,” Melissa announced. “You’re doing so well. I’m impressed.”

Miss Harrison-Marks was breathing faster now, her bottom already showing four vivid red tramlines.

THWACK!

The fifth stroke landed with precision. Miss Harrison-Marks moaned deeply, her legs trembling slightly.

“You’re halfway there,” Melissa said encouragingly, rubbing the hot, striped bottom with both hands. “Just one more after this. Be brave for me.”

THWACK!

The sixth and final stroke was delivered with full authority. Miss Harrison-Marks cried out, her bottom clenching as the cane bit deeply.

WPC Melissa laid the cane aside and stepped forward. She ran both hands slowly and sensually over the six vivid red stripes, feeling the intense heat radiating from the punished flesh.

“Six beautiful lines,” she whispered, continuing to stroke and caress the throbbing bottom. “You took your first caning so bravely. I’m very proud of you.”

Miss Harrison-Marks shivered under the gentle, soothing touch, her bottom b*rning fiercely.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget this,” she breathed.

Melissa smiled, her fingers tracing each stripe tenderly.

“Good. Because next time you misbehave, I’ll be back with the cane again. And I might not be quite so gentle.”

She gave Miss Harrison-Marks’ well-caned bottom one last affectionate squeeze.

“Until next time, Miss Harrison-Marks.”

Text by Mistress Eleise

The video "WPC Matthews Makes a Disciplinary House C*ll (2026)" is a short erotic corporal punishment film produced by Cliff James.

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